<?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-120793726545001302</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:58:27.822-05:00</updated><category term='Pets'/><category term='Tuesday Day'/><category term='Lazy Sunday'/><category term='Just for me'/><category term='Entertainment'/><category term='Country Living'/><category term='Causes'/><category term='Wordless Wednesday'/><category term='Exercise'/><category term='Seriously?'/><category term='Sillyness'/><category term='Blog Hops'/><category term='FML'/><category term='So ghetto'/><category term='HELP'/><category term='Why I&apos;m crazy'/><category term='Couch to 5k'/><category term='30 Days'/><category term='DJ'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Weekend Warriors'/><category term='Spirituality'/><category term='31dbbb'/><category term='Friends and Family'/><category term='Healthy Living'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Closed on Sunday</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>258</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-3340349623067079584</id><published>2011-07-13T16:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T16:38:46.356-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why I&apos;m crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healthy Living'/><title type='text'>I feel like a loser</title><content type='html'>I have done nothing for at least the last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say nothing, I of course mean working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to make excuses for myself because the whole point of buying a treadmill was so that I could work out without going anywhere, which was my biggest hurdle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I haven't been sleeping properly, which I think has added to my generally bad mental mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong with my life. &amp;nbsp;Sure, DJ &amp;amp; I hit little bumps in the rode like everyone else does. &amp;nbsp;But we've got a great relationship, a beautiful home &amp;amp; a horde of naughty furballs who we love. &amp;nbsp;I have no reason to feel so down in the dumps - but I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on trying to pinpoint what it is, which has been difficult since none of the usual suspects are the cause this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today was better. &amp;nbsp;For the first time in a while I slept properly, &amp;amp; I feel better already. &amp;nbsp;I've decided to give myself a few more days to try to figure out what's causing my funk &amp;amp; (hopefully) keep on sleeping. &amp;nbsp;Then, it's back on the bandwagon...or back on the treadmill, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to give up, I'm just going to accept that I'm starting over - &amp;amp; I'm determined to make it work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-3340349623067079584?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/3340349623067079584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-feel-like-loser.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/3340349623067079584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/3340349623067079584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-feel-like-loser.html' title='I feel like a loser'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-5033112734304910145</id><published>2011-07-08T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T15:23:48.198-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healthy Living'/><title type='text'>Slacker</title><content type='html'>I did really well with the whole exercise thing for &amp;nbsp;few days, &amp;amp; then it all went to hell.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life has gotten in the way, once again. &amp;nbsp;I hate to use that as an excuse, &amp;amp; normally I wouldn't, but for the past few days &amp;amp; have done nothing but run back &amp;amp; forth to the doctor's office in an attempt to get all the medical requirements taken care of for school. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Kind of important.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And due to all that running back &amp;amp; forth, I'm not sleeping. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Makes me want to jump off a bridge.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, as of tomorrow morning, that running around should be done...for the time being. &amp;nbsp;So tomorrow afternoon it's back on the bandwagon - no excuses. &amp;nbsp;There's no reason that I can't find 30 minutes to workout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did anyone else experience this in the beginning, or is it just me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-5033112734304910145?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/5033112734304910145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/07/slacker.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/5033112734304910145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/5033112734304910145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/07/slacker.html' title='Slacker'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-3373205501431325915</id><published>2011-07-04T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T21:49:49.244-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healthy Living'/><title type='text'>Day 1:  This already sucks</title><content type='html'>Although I have no delusions about my fitness, I do work in a very physical job &amp;amp; would like to think I'm not a total mush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be wrong in thinking that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got on my new treadmill for the first time today. &amp;nbsp;My goal was to power-walk for a full 30 minutes - &amp;amp; I did! &amp;nbsp;Yay for small miracles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I achieved my goal, my joy was short lived...because I felt like I was dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did my feet hurt like hell (I have&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/fitness-exercise/plantar-fasciitis-directory"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.), the sweat was pouring off of me. &amp;nbsp;BTW, I am sorry for the &lt;i&gt;lovely&lt;/i&gt; image you probably just got in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's humbling to realize that, at age 26, a brisk 30 minute walk in my air conditioned house has that effect on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that's the reason why I'm taking this journey. &amp;nbsp;Everyone has to start somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-3373205501431325915?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/3373205501431325915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-1-this-already-sucks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/3373205501431325915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/3373205501431325915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-1-this-already-sucks.html' title='Day 1:  This already sucks'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-633684134469867458</id><published>2011-07-03T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T20:50:57.511-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>There's always room for one more</title><content type='html'>I went out to breakfast Saturday morning &amp;amp; ended up with a new addition to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Oliver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGevELCMb2k/ThEOD-5BL_I/AAAAAAAAAYE/I-7xvIE0-JQ/s1600/DSCN4058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGevELCMb2k/ThEOD-5BL_I/AAAAAAAAAYE/I-7xvIE0-JQ/s320/DSCN4058.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ep_akuxtjjU/ThEOLzwupxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/m9Pvq6PxCBY/s1600/DSCN4046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ep_akuxtjjU/ThEOLzwupxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/m9Pvq6PxCBY/s320/DSCN4046.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYhLET0tUm0/ThEOQqIP1iI/AAAAAAAAAYM/R36bfyRw_nU/s1600/FSCN4043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYhLET0tUm0/ThEOQqIP1iI/AAAAAAAAAYM/R36bfyRw_nU/s320/FSCN4043.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-23IXPgT7I84/ThEOUN-f_pI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/luthH6YHYdE/s1600/DSCN4045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-23IXPgT7I84/ThEOUN-f_pI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/luthH6YHYdE/s320/DSCN4045.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-633684134469867458?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/633684134469867458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/07/theres-always-room-for-one-more.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/633684134469867458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/633684134469867458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/07/theres-always-room-for-one-more.html' title='There&apos;s always room for one more'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGevELCMb2k/ThEOD-5BL_I/AAAAAAAAAYE/I-7xvIE0-JQ/s72-c/DSCN4058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-7755923449657738309</id><published>2011-06-30T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T23:28:04.214-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Couch to 5k'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healthy Living'/><title type='text'>Getting started</title><content type='html'>I picked up my new treadmill today. &amp;nbsp;Although it's currently sitting in a box which my cats are treating like a jungle gym, it's not staying there for long. &amp;nbsp;It's going to be put together tomorrow morning, &amp;amp; my new, healthier lifestyle begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to do the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.coolrunning.com/engine/2/2_3/181.shtml"&gt;Couch to 5k&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;program that everyone is raving about. &amp;nbsp;Since that's a 3 day a week program, &amp;amp; running just isn't going to cut it for my fitness goals, I invested in a workout dvd to supplement. &amp;nbsp;It's one of those old school, Billy Blank tae-bo style workouts. &amp;nbsp;I love those things. &amp;nbsp;And if I do it with consistency, it's going to seriously help in decreasing the size of my fat ass. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Bonus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of focusing on a weight loss goal, I'm going to set my sights on actually running in a 5k race at the end. &amp;nbsp;I have some very fit family members who are already runners, &amp;amp; I'm sure I can talk them into participating. &amp;nbsp;Although it seems out of reach now, I know I can do this. &amp;nbsp;I cannot wait to feel the sense of accomplishment I'll have when I finish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck (&amp;amp; make sure you hold me accountable)!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-7755923449657738309?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/7755923449657738309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/06/getting-started.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/7755923449657738309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/7755923449657738309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/06/getting-started.html' title='Getting started'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-2019248359210431501</id><published>2011-06-07T17:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T17:15:40.368-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriously?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Well, that was rude.</title><content type='html'>Last last week a new resident moved into our unit.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure what her story is, but previous to coming to the nursing home she lived on her own in a senior citizen highrise.&amp;nbsp; For people who are confused moving into a new place full of people you don't know &amp;amp; suddenly having a roommate is a very difficult transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular resident is having trouble sleeping at night - so she rings her call bell a zillion times.&amp;nbsp; It's sometimes frustrating because we each have 20 residents to take care of.&amp;nbsp; There's definitely time to devote a little one-on-one time to each of them, but it's really hard to constantly be running back to her room "just to chat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we've all done our best, because becomming familiar with her surroundings &amp;amp; the new people is what she really needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine my surprise when we got report from the nurse last night &amp;amp; were told that this resident's family requested that she have all her meals back in her room (and stay in there pretty much the entire&amp;nbsp;day...alone) because they don't want her in our dining room "seeing some of the other residents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I knew exactly what residents they were referrinf too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There are&amp;nbsp;people with end stage Alzheimer's desease, who have totally lost the ability to speak, but who frequently have loud vocal outbursts.&amp;nbsp; There are people who have lost the ability to move their arms &amp;amp; legs, so they are very contracted in their chairs.&amp;nbsp; These people are elderly &amp;amp; can't do things the way they used to, so&amp;nbsp;some spill their&amp;nbsp;food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, these are &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; people.&amp;nbsp; They deserve to be treated with dignity &amp;amp; respect, not only by our staff, but by visitors as well.&amp;nbsp; They are not the scourge of the earth.&amp;nbsp; They are someone's parents &amp;amp; grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the stigma that sourrounds nursing homes.&amp;nbsp; And I also know that, if you're not used to it, some of the things you see can be jarring.&amp;nbsp; But at the end of the day our purpose is to take care of those who simply can't do it on their own anymore.&amp;nbsp; Those things are meant to be embraced so that these residents have a good quality of life until the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ignorance of some people will never cease to amaze me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-2019248359210431501?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/2019248359210431501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/06/well-that-was-rude.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/2019248359210431501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/2019248359210431501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/06/well-that-was-rude.html' title='Well, that was rude.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-4061624588052099453</id><published>2011-06-06T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T18:11:23.389-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HELP'/><title type='text'>For the better</title><content type='html'>It's about to get real up in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp; am not in shape.&amp;nbsp; Well, that's really an understatement.&amp;nbsp; I am overweight is more like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the longest time I've ignored that fact, especially because I'm with a man who loves me the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all well &amp;amp; good, except I'm totally not healthy &amp;amp; neither is he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to make a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing you need to know is that I have little to no will power or ambition when it comes to exercising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's too hot/too cold/Sunday through Saturday, I will not exercise outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the only way I will exercise is in front of the TV where I normally enjoy sitting &amp;amp; making my fat ass fatter.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;How sad is that?&amp;nbsp; I'm sort of ashamed of myself...sort of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I bought myself a treadmill.&amp;nbsp; It's should be here sometime this week or early next week, &amp;amp; my journey to work out everyday will begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm excited to get started!&amp;nbsp; This is going to sound so stupid given what I just told you about myself, but I've wanted to get into running for a long time.&amp;nbsp; I know a few people who run habitually, &amp;amp; in addition to being ass kickers, they always have more energy &amp;amp; feel so much better than I do.&amp;nbsp; I'm jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a long, slow process to start - just walking everyday in the beginning.&amp;nbsp; But I do plan to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you this because I need you to help hold me accountable.&amp;nbsp; Ask me if I've worked out.&amp;nbsp; If I say no, tell me to get my lazy ass off the internet &amp;amp; onto that treadmill I just paid good money for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, you are not going to hurt my feelings.&amp;nbsp; I need this.&amp;nbsp; I know myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a long, hard journey, but it's&amp;nbsp;definitely one I'm ready to take.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-4061624588052099453?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/4061624588052099453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/06/for-better.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/4061624588052099453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/4061624588052099453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/06/for-better.html' title='For the better'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-6436430139457629859</id><published>2011-05-27T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T11:26:02.843-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriously?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Off to see the wizard.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday afternoon while I was watching the news a tornado watch was issued for some surrounding areas, including the county I live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I just ignore them.&amp;nbsp; I know that sounds terrible, but I have been fortunate enough never to see a tornado in my area my whole life.&amp;nbsp; Plus, I'm a lover of crazy summer thunderstorms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was different though.&amp;nbsp; When the warning was issued I started to get anxious.&amp;nbsp; I was upset because I was scheduled to work at 11 last night, &amp;amp; I was planning to be napping when the wicked storm was supposed to hit.&amp;nbsp; DJ wasn't going to be home, &amp;amp; I was convinced that the house was going to be blown away without me knowing.&amp;nbsp; He assured me&amp;nbsp;I was crazy, like usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I slept a little, I kept having bad&amp;nbsp;dreams &amp;amp; ended up waking up long before my alarm was set to go off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned on the news, &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;what do you know?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The report was bad.&amp;nbsp; The storm was headed to us, &amp;amp; would be on top of us within a half hour.&amp;nbsp; People were reporting seeing tornados where it was already raining, &amp;amp; the meteorologists were seeing cloud rotation close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the storm was about 10 minutes away &amp;amp; a few towns over, the weatherman said, "There is definite cloud rotation.&amp;nbsp; We can't confirm whether or not a tornado is already on the gound.&amp;nbsp; It's heading for &lt;em&gt;Renee's house&lt;/em&gt; (I know I souldn't joke about this, but wouldn't that have been funny?).&amp;nbsp; You have 10 minutes to get into the basement."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, that is what I did.&amp;nbsp; I took my laptop, knowing I would lose power &amp;amp; not get news reports from the TV.&amp;nbsp; I just hoped the internet would hold out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;It did not, by the way.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I trapped my 2 girl cats in the basement, which was&amp;nbsp;easy enough to do with a bag of treats.&amp;nbsp; Then, I had to carry my dog downstairs.&amp;nbsp; She had never even seen a flight of stairs until we lived in this house, &amp;amp; she is not brave enough to venture down.&amp;nbsp; Once that was done, I had to fight with my boy cat.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't like to be held, so it was an&amp;nbsp; epic battle...that I ultimately won.&amp;nbsp; I essentially hog-tied my cat, covered his head with my shirt &amp;amp; ran down the stairs while trying desperately to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once my fur babies were safely downstairs, I didn't dare open the door.&amp;nbsp; In my panic, it didn't occur to me to grab my flashlight or candles or anything I might actually need.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No, no, instead there I was with 3 misbehaving cats, a terrified dog, my cell phone &amp;amp; a laptop that soon proved to be worhtless when the internet failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to keep myself calm, I talked to my mom &amp;amp; MIL periodically.&amp;nbsp; I had no idea what was going on.&amp;nbsp; There was no way for me to know&amp;nbsp;what the situation with the storm was.&amp;nbsp; My only view of the outside world was through a tiny (&amp;amp; dirty, because I don't clean it) basement window.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't see anything because the sky was black, except for occasional pink lightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be honest, I was pretty freaking terrified.&amp;nbsp; I was also sure this was not going to end well.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, it did.&amp;nbsp; We got a severe thunderstorm &amp;amp; nothing more.&amp;nbsp; Everyone was safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were without power for a few hours, so when I ventured back upstairs I lit every candle in the house &amp;amp; read a book by flashlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ got home shortly after the power came back on.&amp;nbsp; And although I was able to laugh a little about my disaster precautions, I was still a little on edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hindsight everyone will probably think it was silly of me to go so overboard, but I don't think it was.&amp;nbsp; Not only did the newscaster say it was specifically headed to my town &amp;amp; I had 10 minutes to take cover, but I &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; this was coming since 3 in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it a message, or maybe a sixth sense, but I was sure this storm was going to be bad &amp;amp; I needed to be awake when it arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the moral of my story is this:&amp;nbsp; trust your instincts.&amp;nbsp; They're right more often than you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-6436430139457629859?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/6436430139457629859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/off-to-see-wizard.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/6436430139457629859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/6436430139457629859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/off-to-see-wizard.html' title='Off to see the wizard.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-7774882468390279348</id><published>2011-05-26T16:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T16:08:00.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Step 2</title><content type='html'>Last week my MIL dug out what was supposed to be a small flower bed in front of my house.&amp;nbsp; It ended up looking like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kb3sWdkagp0/Td6Xe3DlOEI/AAAAAAAAAX8/KfIFM7xkTDU/s1600/DSCN3994.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kb3sWdkagp0/Td6Xe3DlOEI/AAAAAAAAAX8/KfIFM7xkTDU/s320/DSCN3994.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't end up so small, but that's okay because I know have big plans for the space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon we continued our work, &amp;amp; this time I had a lot more to contribute.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Yay for feeling like&amp;nbsp;I have a purpose!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That soil desperately needed to be tilled to get rid of &lt;strike&gt;all &lt;/strike&gt;some of the rocks &amp;amp; even it out for planting.&amp;nbsp; Since it finally stopped raining here &amp;amp; the mud patch finally dried out, it was rock solid &amp;amp; raking was a chore.&amp;nbsp; I've got a giant blister on my hand to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once that was done, we lined the flower bed with logs to frame it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cJm7DtVHs3E/Td6y_bxsHDI/AAAAAAAAAYA/BY7YY78Pvyo/s1600/DSCN4014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cJm7DtVHs3E/Td6y_bxsHDI/AAAAAAAAAYA/BY7YY78Pvyo/s320/DSCN4014.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the big day:&amp;nbsp; planting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work tonight, so I'll get home around 7:30 tomorrow morning.&amp;nbsp; The plan is to get out of my dirty scrubs &amp;amp; into something suitable for gardening, then heading straight for the greenhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be planting &lt;strike&gt;until I pass out from&amp;nbsp;lack of sleep&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;for as long as it takes to finish (hopefully!) so that everything is in the ground before it starts to become unbearably hot around here.&amp;nbsp; And trust me when I tell you, those days are&amp;nbsp;quickly coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to share pictures of the finished product!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-7774882468390279348?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/7774882468390279348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/step-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/7774882468390279348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/7774882468390279348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/step-2.html' title='Step 2'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kb3sWdkagp0/Td6Xe3DlOEI/AAAAAAAAAX8/KfIFM7xkTDU/s72-c/DSCN3994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-4789283066236910506</id><published>2011-05-25T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T22:54:43.855-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why I&apos;m crazy'/><title type='text'>I'm a crazy person.</title><content type='html'>My MIL &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;I resumed work on my flower bed in progess today.&amp;nbsp; One of the things we did was frame it with logs from the wood pile in her backyard.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My FIL&amp;nbsp; thinks it's necessary to have a very large wood pile, even though they have a very small fire pit.&amp;nbsp; MIL is sick of looking at it,&amp;nbsp; so she tries to pawn the logs off onto anyone who&amp;nbsp;will have them.&amp;nbsp; It was a bonus for me, because it makes the flowerbed look really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, back to my point - which is the fact that I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing new, but I've got one more reason to add to the list:&amp;nbsp; I'm not ashamed to embarass myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little SIL just got a giant trampoline for her birthday last week.&amp;nbsp; And even though there's nothing slim or trim about me, I couldn't resist jumping on it.&amp;nbsp; So there I am, in all my jiggly glory, jumping on a trampoline...while the classy neighbor is doing yard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was busy making a fool of myself, little SIL was begging me to go swimming.&amp;nbsp; As much as I love the pool, I was far too lazy to go home for my bathing suit.&amp;nbsp; But because I love the pool far too much, I went ahead &amp;amp; jumped in - fully clothed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm positive that after it was all over the neighbor probably thinks I should be committed, but I'm kind of okay with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-4789283066236910506?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/4789283066236910506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-crazy-person.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/4789283066236910506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/4789283066236910506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-crazy-person.html' title='I&apos;m a crazy person.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-6749931039171440170</id><published>2011-05-22T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T12:20:41.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the grind</title><content type='html'>My lovely, eleven day vacation is officially over.&amp;nbsp; I go back to work tonight at 11:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained almost the entire time, so most of my to do list didn't get finished, but I'm not worried about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rainy weather forced me to take some much needed relaxation time, &amp;amp; I'm thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first real vacation since switching jobs last year, &amp;amp; it also happened to be the first vacation that I didn't spend dreading my return to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a really great feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping the good feeling from this time off hangs around for a little while longer - even if I am back at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-6749931039171440170?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/6749931039171440170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/back-to-grind.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/6749931039171440170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/6749931039171440170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/back-to-grind.html' title='Back to the grind'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-8669020560819711306</id><published>2011-05-20T22:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T22:55:04.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Potential</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning my MIL came over to take a baby from our lilac bush.&amp;nbsp; While she was here she asked, "Do you want&amp;nbsp;a flower bed out front?"&amp;nbsp; Immediately afterward she started ripping the grass out along the front of my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No time like the present, eh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the day, this is what we were left with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vIKFEizHkIU/Tdcpa_sIySI/AAAAAAAAAX4/jw3MDQYvi5o/s1600/DSCN3994.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vIKFEizHkIU/Tdcpa_sIySI/AAAAAAAAAX4/jw3MDQYvi5o/s320/DSCN3994.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's way bigger than we originally planned, but we expanded it to encompass a patch of yellow flags I planted to hide some ugly sewer pipes in the middle of the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plans for the little patch of earth expanded with the digging too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of just a flower bed, I'm going to plant ornamental grass, flowering shrubs &amp;amp; other manner of BIG things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next phase is letting it dry out a little after the week of rain we just had, &amp;amp; after that it's onto tilling the soil by hand to remove grass clumps &amp;amp; rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon - very, very soon - it will be much more than just a patch of earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-8669020560819711306?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/8669020560819711306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/potential.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/8669020560819711306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/8669020560819711306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/potential.html' title='Potential'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vIKFEizHkIU/Tdcpa_sIySI/AAAAAAAAAX4/jw3MDQYvi5o/s72-c/DSCN3994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-3749125084110863446</id><published>2011-05-19T00:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T00:37:19.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Readjusting</title><content type='html'>I'm writing this post at 12:30 AM, which may be why I'm really unsure of what I want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my vacation I've somehome managed to toally reverse my sleep schedule.&amp;nbsp; I'm not even sleeping in until 9 or 10.&amp;nbsp; I've been falling asleep between 11-12 &amp;amp; waking up by 8 everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a slight problem, considering that I go back to work at 11:00 PM Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What to do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this &lt;strike&gt;evening&lt;/strike&gt; morning I've been watching ridiculous things on Netflix &amp;amp; am cooking a meal for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's helping a little, but the fact that my animals are all passed out around me &amp;amp; DJ is lost in computer land is really dragging me in the direction of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at this computer screen isn't helping either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a girl to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-3749125084110863446?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/3749125084110863446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/readjusting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/3749125084110863446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/3749125084110863446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/readjusting.html' title='Readjusting'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-4499067084046915068</id><published>2011-05-18T15:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T15:27:37.961-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriously?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday: So gross...</title><content type='html'>I know it's Wordless Wednesday, but I think this requires some explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vacuum wasn't working properly, which usually means there's a clog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I emptied out of the vacuum hose, &amp;amp; it makes me question my decision to own pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E3DePT_2V58/TdQdg1lQnCI/AAAAAAAAAX0/--fghEhp1VA/s1600/DSCN3993.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E3DePT_2V58/TdQdg1lQnCI/AAAAAAAAAX0/--fghEhp1VA/s320/DSCN3993.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-4499067084046915068?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/4499067084046915068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/wordless-wednesday-so-gross.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/4499067084046915068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/4499067084046915068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/wordless-wednesday-so-gross.html' title='Wordless Wednesday: So gross...'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E3DePT_2V58/TdQdg1lQnCI/AAAAAAAAAX0/--fghEhp1VA/s72-c/DSCN3993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-5622673936119363440</id><published>2011-05-17T13:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T13:13:57.060-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriously?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazy Sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday Day'/><title type='text'>Tuesday Ten</title><content type='html'>It's raining today.&amp;nbsp; It's been raining since Friday. It's supposed to rain until at least Friday.&amp;nbsp; It's left me with a total lack of inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I'm phoning this one in.&amp;nbsp; I'm not being a Tuesday Ten hater, I'm just saying that I don't even have the energy it requires to make my Tuesday Ten creative &amp;amp; funny like my buddy &lt;a href="http://bigfatginiblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/tuesday-ten_17.html"&gt;G.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Do you see what I did there, Gini????&amp;nbsp; I'm totally impressed with myself now.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of the inside joke.&amp;nbsp; Now to the Main Event:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; I took my mom shopping for a Mother's Day gift last night.&amp;nbsp; It was a week late, but that was her fault.&amp;nbsp; She wanted to get Ugg boots, but ended up with a ring instead.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That made me happy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; I came home from the grocery store to find a flock of geese milling around the field behind my house. Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; I'm still on vacation, &amp;amp; I don't go back until Sunday night.&amp;nbsp; The plan for the rest of the week?&amp;nbsp; Laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Maury reached an all time low today by having a stained blanket tested for an angry wife.&amp;nbsp; I'm still trying to wrap my head around the idea that Maury could have gone any lower than he already was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Is it wrong of me to want to delete some distant relatives from Facebook?&amp;nbsp; Is it wrong that I don't care if it's wrong?&amp;nbsp; Then, do those two wrongs make a right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. On my way to my next door neighbor's house this morning, I found 4 four leaf clovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; I don't&amp;nbsp;care if chips &amp;amp; salsa&amp;nbsp;aren't a suitable lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. According to some religious zealots in my area, the world is going to end on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; I'm glad I had vacation this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; I bought a new lunch box last night.&amp;nbsp; It has owls on it.&amp;nbsp; You know you're jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&amp;nbsp; Given what the poor people in the south are currently bracing themselves for, I find it a little offensive to see a "flood watch" symbol in the corner of my TV screen.&amp;nbsp; The worst thing that's going to happen here is that we may not be able to use a low-lying road for a while.&amp;nbsp; Not really a flood, if you ask me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-5622673936119363440?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/5622673936119363440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/tuesday-ten.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/5622673936119363440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/5622673936119363440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/tuesday-ten.html' title='Tuesday Ten'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-7469929513409707657</id><published>2011-05-16T10:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T10:15:04.684-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sillyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>A room full of sweaty, fat guys</title><content type='html'>I'm sure that title left you wanting to read more.&amp;nbsp; The thought of a room full of sweaty, fat guys is oh-so-appealing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be asking why I would ever be writing about sweaty, fat guys in the first place.&amp;nbsp; It follows the usual theme of my blog posts:&amp;nbsp; everything is DJ's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ is the VP of a gaming club in our area.&amp;nbsp; His club hosted a tournament for a tabletop game called Warhammer over the weekend.&amp;nbsp; There were approximately 50 sweaty, fat (and sweaty, thin) guys playing in the tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't all bad though, because there were some super hot chicks hosting a bake sale too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the time &amp;amp; effort these sweaty, fat guys put into building an army to play this game is amazing.&amp;nbsp; I thought I'd share some pictures of the artwork...&amp;amp; some other things I took pictures of when I got bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQuTd6DUqSM/TdEuWyV53dI/AAAAAAAAAWs/vRApryyqxFU/s1600/DSCN3939.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQuTd6DUqSM/TdEuWyV53dI/AAAAAAAAAWs/vRApryyqxFU/s320/DSCN3939.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In case you thought I was joking about the sweaty, fat guys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bUnLl6Oa-ms/TdEuZo-Ai6I/AAAAAAAAAWw/ULMKKra_XiI/s1600/DSCN3940.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bUnLl6Oa-ms/TdEuZo-Ai6I/AAAAAAAAAWw/ULMKKra_XiI/s320/DSCN3940.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qOvMOwizOd4/TdEurgW55RI/AAAAAAAAAW0/IkwwZ3asPww/s1600/DSCN3946.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qOvMOwizOd4/TdEurgW55RI/AAAAAAAAAW0/IkwwZ3asPww/s320/DSCN3946.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The dragon was painted by one of the few ladies in the group, &amp;amp; was the winner of the painting competition.&amp;nbsp; Girl power!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBbZsM8Px2E/TdEuvCLSe0I/AAAAAAAAAW4/l9M1wMwEQgc/s1600/DSCN3947.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBbZsM8Px2E/TdEuvCLSe0I/AAAAAAAAAW4/l9M1wMwEQgc/s320/DSCN3947.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BpD-YIWHQC8/TdEviT9GVfI/AAAAAAAAAXY/o3x2peOjbMg/s320/DSCN3984.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3aLvEk1MRlU/TdEvqDg5ugI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ErA6rgbtp8Q/s1600/DSCN3966.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3aLvEk1MRlU/TdEvqDg5ugI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ErA6rgbtp8Q/s320/DSCN3966.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yR-8XDSMl-A/TdEv9qALDcI/AAAAAAAAAXg/kDKdGGJYibs/s1600/DSCN3938.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yR-8XDSMl-A/TdEv9qALDcI/AAAAAAAAAXg/kDKdGGJYibs/s320/DSCN3938.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had a bake sale to raise money for the club.&lt;/em&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NvhATU4raTE/TdEwBNSuv4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/NYsk8BxhH3Y/s1600/DSCN3935.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NvhATU4raTE/TdEwBNSuv4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/NYsk8BxhH3Y/s320/DSCN3935.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cake Pops decorated like the dice used for the game. Yum!&lt;/em&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JKtYlJqh8GI/TdEwEi0oIpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/nsPH8CfHpG8/s1600/DSCN3943.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JKtYlJqh8GI/TdEwEi0oIpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/nsPH8CfHpG8/s320/DSCN3943.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rQtwu1HrYZE/TdEwJRvSeuI/AAAAAAAAAXs/tyMkF_2r66g/s1600/DSCN3937.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rQtwu1HrYZE/TdEwJRvSeuI/AAAAAAAAAXs/tyMkF_2r66g/s320/DSCN3937.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They were short one name tag, but leave it to the women to come up with a suitable replacement.&amp;nbsp; He wore that plate all day.&amp;nbsp; Heehee!&lt;/em&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Qc-ATEZ6Iw/TdEwRC4o4eI/AAAAAAAAAXw/mB8Jwve7yEI/s1600/DSCN3974.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Qc-ATEZ6Iw/TdEwRC4o4eI/AAAAAAAAAXw/mB8Jwve7yEI/s320/DSCN3974.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though he makes me hang out with sweaty, fat guys, I do love him.&lt;/em&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-7469929513409707657?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/7469929513409707657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/room-full-of-sweaty-fat-guys.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/7469929513409707657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/7469929513409707657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/room-full-of-sweaty-fat-guys.html' title='A room full of sweaty, fat guys'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQuTd6DUqSM/TdEuWyV53dI/AAAAAAAAAWs/vRApryyqxFU/s72-c/DSCN3939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-7145344751142766846</id><published>2011-05-15T18:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T18:44:11.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Of course it would rain.</title><content type='html'>Normally I love rainy weather, but I had a plan for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a plan to&amp;nbsp;get things done around the house during my vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the top of my to do list was to finally stain our deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, naturally, it's supposed to rain off &amp;amp; on until at least Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes that idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a pisser...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-7145344751142766846?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/7145344751142766846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/of-course-it-would-rain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/7145344751142766846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/7145344751142766846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/of-course-it-would-rain.html' title='Of course it would rain.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-4159803533263816306</id><published>2011-05-11T08:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T08:12:13.512-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why I&apos;m crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HELP'/><title type='text'>Just one of those days...</title><content type='html'>Last night was my last night at work before my 11 day vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So naturally, nothing went smoothly at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I shouldn't say that.&amp;nbsp; Everything was fine until about 4:45 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4:45 AM&amp;nbsp;I was on my way to empty my dirty linens, &amp;amp; as a passed one of the resident's rooms I heard the most awful noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nurse &amp;amp; I went running in only to find sed resident totally naked, covered in poop &amp;amp; bleeding from the head - because she slipped in a puddle of her own pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say chaos ensued &amp;amp; before it was over I was covered in all manner of bodily fluids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned lately how much I need this vacation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-4159803533263816306?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/4159803533263816306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-one-of-those-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/4159803533263816306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/4159803533263816306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-one-of-those-days.html' title='Just one of those days...'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-5889458693649606281</id><published>2011-05-09T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T10:00:04.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To do list</title><content type='html'>As of 7 AM on Wednesday I am officially on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Yay! Yay! Super yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not going anywhere, but we have lots of at home projects to work on during my 11 beautiful days off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to take bets on how much of this stuff I actually get done??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stain the deck&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do some miscellanous yard work &amp;amp; planting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the optomotrist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the dentist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bake tons of yummy stuff for a bake sale for an event DJ &amp;amp; his friends are having&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take all my deck &amp;amp; porch furniture out of storage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean all the furniture since it's in shed covered in mouse poop.&amp;nbsp; Ummm...ewww&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do something about the nest of mice in my shed. What exactly, I do not know. Any suggestions are welcome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have the first cookout of the summer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend lots of time with my family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make some trips to local farmer's markets.&amp;nbsp; I know I've got some local followers.&amp;nbsp; Green Dragon or Leesport anyone?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Relax. Relax. Relax some more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;If I get done with half of these things, I'll be such a happy girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-5889458693649606281?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/5889458693649606281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-do-list.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/5889458693649606281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/5889458693649606281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-do-list.html' title='To do list'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-7374901808386321712</id><published>2011-05-08T07:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T07:41:16.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day to all the moms in Bloggyland from my "fur babies" &amp;amp; I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l_-UCSAQjws/TcaA5DErZSI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Gisj8PyYM-8/s1600/DSCN3886.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l_-UCSAQjws/TcaA5DErZSI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Gisj8PyYM-8/s320/DSCN3886.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P9oN1JjKLQ4/TcaA9FkRQVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/UcrkYu43lqk/s1600/SSPX0172.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P9oN1JjKLQ4/TcaA9FkRQVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/UcrkYu43lqk/s320/SSPX0172.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtOJVGn7SjY/TcaBTlsA_qI/AAAAAAAAAWo/f1x8T9WuWQE/s1600/DSCN3876.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtOJVGn7SjY/TcaBTlsA_qI/AAAAAAAAAWo/f1x8T9WuWQE/s320/DSCN3876.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-7374901808386321712?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/7374901808386321712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/7374901808386321712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/7374901808386321712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l_-UCSAQjws/TcaA5DErZSI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Gisj8PyYM-8/s72-c/DSCN3886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-8612203243868365949</id><published>2011-05-04T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T20:26:59.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is short.</title><content type='html'>A coworker of mine passed away yesterday.&amp;nbsp; She was 61-years-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having had surgery for a previous back injury, she dealt with chronic pain.&amp;nbsp; As it slowly worsened over time, she attributed it to "getting older."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she couldn't take it anymore &amp;amp; saw a doctor it turned out to be much more.&amp;nbsp; She was diagnosed with cancer only a few short weeks ago, &amp;amp; it was already too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was always friendly &amp;amp; helpful; very easy to get along with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-8612203243868365949?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/8612203243868365949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-is-short.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/8612203243868365949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/8612203243868365949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-is-short.html' title='Life is short.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-4811149941975404089</id><published>2011-05-03T16:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T16:21:03.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's FINALLY done!</title><content type='html'>Anyone who's been reading my blog for any length of time (although I'm not entirely sure anyone is still reading since I'm a bad blogger)&amp;nbsp;has inevitably heard about my purple room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ &amp;amp; I moved into our house in February of 2010.&amp;nbsp; Most of our house was unpacked &amp;amp; set up quickly...but then there was the purple room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our spare bedroom, which was always meant to be DJ's computer room, has been filled with boxed of unpacked stuff &amp;amp; all manner of things we've had nowhere to go with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were several unsuccessful attempts to clean out the purple room in the last year, but it never got totally finished because I'm lazy.&amp;nbsp; I have no other excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, life on 3rd shift has changed me, &amp;amp; even on my nights off I find myself wide awake until at least 7 AM.&amp;nbsp; So, there I was at 2:30 this morning with nothing to do &amp;amp; I faced the fact that this task was long overdue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, we have use of the spare bedroom...and a whole lot of junk to sell at a yard sale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-4811149941975404089?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/4811149941975404089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-finally-done.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/4811149941975404089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/4811149941975404089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-finally-done.html' title='It&apos;s FINALLY done!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-3378361091374358355</id><published>2011-04-28T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T22:04:47.240-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for me'/><title type='text'>Who's with me?</title><content type='html'>Seems to me, no one I know in my own life, so I've decided to throw it out there to Bloggyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else excited for the Royal Wedding tomorrow morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be at work when the coverage starts, but I set the DVR - which is nice because I can fast forward through the annoying crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this wedding has nothing to do with this country, or anything truly important for that matter...but I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's fun to get all caught up in the "fairy tale," as it were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to see someone become a for real princess, complete with gaudy carriage &amp;amp; all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm a dork, but I don't care.&amp;nbsp; I'm looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-3378361091374358355?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/3378361091374358355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/04/whos-with-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/3378361091374358355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/3378361091374358355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/04/whos-with-me.html' title='Who&apos;s with me?'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-5016952748371081845</id><published>2011-04-27T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T13:00:27.491-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sillyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why I&apos;m crazy'/><title type='text'>Something's missing</title><content type='html'>Last night at work my unit was overstaffed, so I was pulled to the Alzheimer's unit to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's never a dull moment on that unit because the residents are totally&amp;nbsp;mobile &amp;amp; totally confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though they're in their 70s/80s/90s, they think they're in their 20s/30s/40s &amp;amp; they need to pick up their children at the bus stop right away.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing some paperwork when I heard an alarm - which means someone is crawling out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to his room hoping to prevent a fall.&amp;nbsp; And staning there in the doorway was the resident - wearing a long sleeve camoflouge shirt &amp;amp; an adult&amp;nbsp;diaper...pants mysteriously missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to help him to the bathroom &amp;amp; back to bed without giggling.&amp;nbsp; As I was leaving, I heard some comotion back out in the hallway, so I ran back out to help the nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my surprise when I encountered yet another resident with a long sleeve shirt &amp;amp; no pants - only this time, without the courtesy of adult diaper or other manner of undergarment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&amp;nbsp; This is my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't trade it for anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-5016952748371081845?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/5016952748371081845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/04/somethings-missing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/5016952748371081845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/5016952748371081845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/04/somethings-missing.html' title='Something&apos;s missing'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-8370551397764418589</id><published>2011-04-24T19:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T19:11:11.411-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why I&apos;m crazy'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>The weather report for today was not good, so imagine my surprise when I woke up to clear, sunny skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining now, but my family had plenty of sun to complete the egg hunt portion of our annual Easter party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only "kid" who doesn't participate in the egg hunt anymore, which means the hunters range from age 5 to 20 - so my family comes up with some &lt;strike&gt;cruel&lt;/strike&gt; 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Maybe it's trying to get&amp;nbsp;our ducks in a row so we can finally get&amp;nbsp;a mortgage.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it's dealing with all the red tape required to start school in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the reason, I've been feeling uninspired lately.&amp;nbsp; I haven't had anything worth blogging about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm hoping that will change soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a long vacation coming up in a few weeks that I plan to fill with a ton of fun stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter is approaching quickly, &amp;amp; family functions usually provide some good blog fodder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there's always work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-1996818459432493934?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/1996818459432493934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/04/ive-abandoned-you-bloggyland.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/1996818459432493934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/1996818459432493934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/04/ive-abandoned-you-bloggyland.html' title='I&apos;ve abandoned you, Bloggyland.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-6527817808396273482</id><published>2011-04-10T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T14:29:21.400-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>My choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"You can tell me to shut up anytime,"&lt;/em&gt; said the charge nurse who had to know she was asking very personal questions about my relationship.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, my policy has always been that I prefer people to ask me questions instead of discussing my life amongst themselves behind my back.&amp;nbsp; I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such an odd conversation that I felt it was worth sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started with, &lt;em&gt;"He's in a wheelchair, right?&amp;nbsp; And you're okay with that?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, DJ uses a wheelchair.&amp;nbsp; I think the fact that we've been together for over two years &amp;amp; own a home is evidence enough that I'm okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went on to, &lt;em&gt;"So you really love him, right?&amp;nbsp; You don't just pity him, do you?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do really, really love him - despite how it may seem when you read some of my blog posts.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Although I do pity him, it's not becase of the wheelchair...it's because he has to live with me &amp;amp; my ever-changing mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're going to love the next one. &lt;em&gt;"The muscular dystrophy, what exactly does that effect?&amp;nbsp; I mean, does his penis still work?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just say yes.&amp;nbsp; We won't elaborate any further.&amp;nbsp; You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation then turned serious.&amp;nbsp; This nurse knows my MIL, who works at the same facility as me.&amp;nbsp; So she knows that DJ's father passed away a few years ago.&amp;nbsp; Her next question was, &lt;em&gt;"His dad was pretty young when he died, are you okay with that?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not okay with that.&amp;nbsp; Even though DJ &amp;amp; I weren't together when his dad passed away, I'm sad every time I think about it &amp;amp; I wish things has turned out differently so he could still be here with his children.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it relates to DJ &amp;amp; I, I use the bus theory.&amp;nbsp; None of us know what the future holds.&amp;nbsp; I may walk out my front door later today&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; get run over by sed bus (although it's highly unlikely, since there are no buses on my road).&amp;nbsp; Along those same lines, I don't know what will happen in DJ's future.&amp;nbsp; The truth is, his disease effects his body in adverse ways.&amp;nbsp; And on top of that, he smokes &amp;amp; eats like crap.&amp;nbsp; More likely than not, we will not be in our 90s together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If DJ lives to be the same age as his father we will have spent 24 years together.&amp;nbsp; Although no one hopes for an end date to their relationship, I am smart enough to know that some people go through their entire lives never having the love I get in one day with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I told that nosey nurse was, &lt;em&gt;"I choose to be thankful for the time I have."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-6527817808396273482?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/6527817808396273482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-choice.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/6527817808396273482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/6527817808396273482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-choice.html' title='My choice'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-5893725651701896423</id><published>2011-04-07T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T15:51:31.445-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sillyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for me'/><title type='text'>Ain't that a pisser.</title><content type='html'>Although I can't be certain, I think my gentlemenly turkey from the other day met an untimely demise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who own the turkey live near a cluster of other houses in an ugly turn on a windy country road.&amp;nbsp; Oh, &amp;amp; did I mention they also have a flock of ducks &amp;amp; chickens too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't the prime location for your wild fowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I noticed on my way home from work this morning, a turkey didn't quite make it across the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I can't confirm it's "&lt;em&gt;my"&lt;/em&gt; turkey, I was still pretty devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story - don't let your free range animals graze in an area where people are speeding around treacherous curves in the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people, I mean.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;I would never drive too fast on a windy road.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P. Turkey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-5893725651701896423?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/5893725651701896423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/04/aint-that-pisser.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/5893725651701896423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/5893725651701896423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/04/aint-that-pisser.html' title='Ain&apos;t that a pisser.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-1823234720721353326</id><published>2011-04-05T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T15:05:59.672-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sillyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Tuesday Ten</title><content type='html'>Lately I don't have the energy to string together enough cohesive thoughts to make an actual blog post, so I'm stealing an idea from one of my favs, &lt;a href="http://bigfatginiblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ms. BFG&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;herself.&amp;nbsp; Stop over &amp;amp; take a look...after you read mine, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my Tuesday Ten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday morning when I was driving home from work I saw a turkey politely&amp;nbsp;waiting to cross the road.&amp;nbsp; Only after I passed did he look both ways &amp;amp; start to cross.&amp;nbsp; Total genteman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Dear Mother Nature, Please decide to just be warm.&amp;nbsp; I can't handle one nice day followed by many not so nice days anymore.&amp;nbsp; It's cramping my style.&amp;nbsp; Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; I have been saying I'm going to decorate for easter for a while now.&amp;nbsp; Still not decorated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; I don't now why everyone always makes fun of Rachael Ray (&amp;amp; by everyone, I mean my grumpy boyfriend &amp;amp; his friend) but I love her.&amp;nbsp; In protest, I think I'll cook only Rachael Ray meals for a while.&amp;nbsp; Sucks to be him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Speaking of the Food Network, did anyone else watched the Chopped All Stars Tournament??&amp;nbsp; I am so not a fan of the guy who won.&amp;nbsp; I didn't appreciate his comments about the other (better, more well established, etc) chefs.&amp;nbsp; In poor taste, random guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; I requested to extend my upcoming vacation (before it even started) &amp;amp; I'm crossing all my fingers &amp;amp; toes that it gets approved.&amp;nbsp; Eleven days off.&amp;nbsp; Oh. My. God.&amp;nbsp; My head might explode from joy.&amp;nbsp; I hate that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; Does anyone else love making up your own situation approtiate hash tags on Twitter? #ido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; I woke up this &lt;strike&gt;morning&lt;/strike&gt; afternoon &amp;amp; when I opened my living room curtains the first thing I saw was some dude driving a riding mower up the road past my house.&amp;nbsp; Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm addicted to crappy horror movies on the Sci-Fi channel - especially when they involve crazy, unrealistic sea monsters.&amp;nbsp; Dinoshark, I'm looking at you...with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&amp;nbsp; I've got 3 terrible, horrible, no good, very bad cats.&amp;nbsp; Anyone want them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-1823234720721353326?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/1823234720721353326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/04/tuesday-ten.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/1823234720721353326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/1823234720721353326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/04/tuesday-ten.html' title='Tuesday Ten'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-9009814941605748337</id><published>2011-04-02T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:43:59.095-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>About last night</title><content type='html'>My 3rd shift life started earlier this week.&amp;nbsp; Although there have been a few speed bumps, for the most part things are going really well.&amp;nbsp; I'm adjusting to a new sleeping schedule, &amp;amp; a new routine at work, but I'm excited.&amp;nbsp; I know I made the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why then, you must be asking, are things going well only for the most part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I met my charge nurse - someone that everyone (from CNAs to nurses &amp;amp; back again) has warned me about since I accepted this 3rd shift position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me just say, she lives up to my expectations.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;FML.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think annoying is the best way to describe her.&amp;nbsp; She's the kind of person who needs to be taken with a grain of salt,&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; that's exactly what I'm going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of talking about her, I've got a cute story for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During 3rd shift most of the residents are in bed.&amp;nbsp; The CNAs make rounds throughout the night to take people to the bathroom if they're able &amp;amp; make sure the ones who can't are clean &amp;amp; dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there I am, making my rounds at some ungodly hour of the early morning, when I meet a celebrity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go into a resident's room expecting to have to wake her up.&amp;nbsp; As soon as I click on the light she pops up in bed, all bright-eyed &amp;amp; bushy-tailed, &amp;amp; says, &lt;em&gt;"You know I used to be Ginger Rogers, right?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had thought to ask for an autograph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-9009814941605748337?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/9009814941605748337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/04/about-last-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/9009814941605748337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/9009814941605748337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/04/about-last-night.html' title='About last night'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-471741951415147932</id><published>2011-03-31T04:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T04:18:22.435-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sillyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Things I'm doing at 4:00 AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not sleeping.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching Stargate SG-1 on Netflix.&amp;nbsp; I'm trying to take a greater interest in the TV that my boyfriend is actually willing to watch after several years of him suffering through Maury &amp;amp; Judge Judy.&amp;nbsp; Love him!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complaining.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Looking at the house that was clean yesterday, which is now untidy...again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reflecting a little on my first night of 3rd shift - although I'm trying not to do that too much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still thinking about how smokin' hot Patrick Wilson is. I watched Morning Glory earlier tonight.&amp;nbsp; Super cute movie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lGhJ3NbbPjw/TZQ4ezLvX7I/AAAAAAAAAVs/eZ31L8NUSGo/s1600/patrick+wilson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lGhJ3NbbPjw/TZQ4ezLvX7I/AAAAAAAAAVs/eZ31L8NUSGo/s1600/patrick+wilson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also thinking about how smokin' hot Ryan Reynolds is.&amp;nbsp; I watched the Proposal earlier too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r8Do-uPN1bM/TZQ4iql15rI/AAAAAAAAAVw/LWqGbsIAfLY/s1600/ryan+reynolds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r8Do-uPN1bM/TZQ4iql15rI/AAAAAAAAAVw/LWqGbsIAfLY/s320/ryan+reynolds.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;Googling pictures of smokin' hot men for your viewing pleasure.&amp;nbsp; You're welcome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-471741951415147932?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/471741951415147932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/03/things-im-doing-at-400-am.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/471741951415147932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/471741951415147932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/03/things-im-doing-at-400-am.html' title='Things I&apos;m doing at 4:00 AM'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lGhJ3NbbPjw/TZQ4ezLvX7I/AAAAAAAAAVs/eZ31L8NUSGo/s72-c/patrick+wilson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-7271829863965122810</id><published>2011-03-29T11:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T13:58:37.729-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Tribute</title><content type='html'>Tonight is my last night working 2nd shift &amp;amp; my first night working 3rd shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bittersweet moment for me.&amp;nbsp; I'm ready to start the next chapter of my life, nursing school.&amp;nbsp; Working 3rd shift is necessary in order for me to achieve that goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be getting to know new residents, whose lives I know I can positively impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I am also sad.&amp;nbsp; I will miss those residents who I've become so close too.&amp;nbsp; After spending 40 hours a week with them for almost a year, the idea of hardly seeing them anymore is breaking my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have become like family to me, &amp;amp; I love each of them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are people who have lived long, incredible lives.&amp;nbsp; And even though I'm sometimes so busy I can't imagine that I'll ever get finished with my work, I always make time to listen to their stories&amp;nbsp;- which is the most important lesson I ever learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my career I will meet &amp;amp; care for many patients.&amp;nbsp; I will treat them all with the same love&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; respect, but I will forget most of their names &amp;amp; faces.&amp;nbsp; No one can remember everyone, &amp;amp; I think that's a good thing in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the names &amp;amp; faces I'll remember vividly are those of my original residents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who say, &lt;em&gt;"Hi there, honey bee!&amp;nbsp; How are you today?"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who say, &lt;em&gt;"I'm so glad to see you! You're one of the people I feel close to here."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who say, &lt;em&gt;"You're my little princess, &amp;amp; don't you forget it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've shared their wisdom, as well as their goodnight kisses.&amp;nbsp; I have been through silly moments, frustrating moments &amp;amp; downright disgusting moments with these people - &amp;amp; every single one has been worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started this job I had never worked in health care before. I was terrified because I had no idea what to expect. It was these residents who really taught me how to do this job, better than any book or lecture or clincial practice ever could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part about this transition is knowing that I will not get to see some of them ever again.&amp;nbsp; Although I will get back to this unit in my travels, those days will be infrequent &amp;amp; some of my dear loved ones will be gone.&amp;nbsp; And given what their situations are, I am not able to say goodbye to them because they wouldn't understand if I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blessing is, most of them won't realize I'm gone.&amp;nbsp; They're happy to see me, but when it comes to patients with Alzheimer's &amp;amp; dementia, out of sight really is out of mind.&amp;nbsp; While I'm glad there will be no hurt feelings on their part, my own heart is breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my tribute &amp;amp; my goodbye to those people who not only taught me how to do what&amp;nbsp;I do, but also to love what I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-7271829863965122810?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/7271829863965122810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/03/tribute.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/7271829863965122810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/7271829863965122810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/03/tribute.html' title='Tribute'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-8504759881187573081</id><published>2011-03-23T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T11:40:04.477-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Wishing this was the view out my window instead of what's actually there - gray skies, rain &amp;amp; slushy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.boston.com/bonzai-fba/Third_Party_Photo/2009/02/04/boardwalk__1233809541_7785.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image from &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/travel/gallery/paradise3?pg=51"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-8504759881187573081?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/8504759881187573081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/03/wordless-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/8504759881187573081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/8504759881187573081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/03/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-2929390241182403025</id><published>2011-03-22T00:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T00:11:59.741-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sillyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for me'/><title type='text'>Sounds like a plan.</title><content type='html'>So, everyone knows how I hate "the math."&amp;nbsp; I think this is how I'll get through the next year &amp;amp; a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://memebase.com/2011/03/21/memes-insanity-wolf-divide-by-zero/?utm_source=embed&amp;amp;utm_medium=web&amp;amp;utm_campaign=sharewidget"&gt;&lt;img alt="memes - Insanity Wolf: Divide by zero" class="event-item-lol-image" height="500" src="http://chzmemebase.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/memes-insanity-wolf-divide-by-zero.jpg" title="memes - Insanity Wolf: Divide by zero" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://memebase.com/?utm_source=embed&amp;amp;utm_medium=web&amp;amp;utm_campaign=sharewidget"&gt;Memebase&lt;/a&gt; and check out our &lt;a href="http://memebase.com/category/courage-wolf-2/"&gt;Courage Wolf lols!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound good?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-2929390241182403025?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/2929390241182403025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/03/sounds-like-plan.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/2929390241182403025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/2929390241182403025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/03/sounds-like-plan.html' title='Sounds like a plan.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-6625643496404249038</id><published>2011-03-21T11:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T11:17:09.205-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why I&apos;m crazy'/><title type='text'>Starting to panic a little.</title><content type='html'>A week from tomorrow I switch to my 3rd shift life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be honest, I'm a little terrified at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never worked 3rd shift before.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some great friends &amp;amp; some family members who work 3rd shift where I do, so they've given me the rundown on how it works.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure I can do it - but you know, I'm a nervous Nelly &amp;amp; that will never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard anything good about my new charge nurse (from both CNAs &amp;amp; nurses alike).&amp;nbsp; I've worked with all kinds of people before, &amp;amp; I'm not afraid to work from someone with &lt;em&gt;(how shall I put this?)&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; personality issues, but&amp;nbsp;things always go more smoothly when you get along well with your co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm trying to keep my cool &amp;amp; realize that everything is going to work out ok - but the countdown is killing me a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-6625643496404249038?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/6625643496404249038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/03/starting-to-panic-little.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/6625643496404249038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/6625643496404249038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/03/starting-to-panic-little.html' title='Starting to panic a little.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-5573080963376641672</id><published>2011-03-18T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T10:02:42.678-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><title type='text'>Big, ol' sigh of relief.</title><content type='html'>Remember when I was studying for my placement test, &amp;amp; the &lt;a href="http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/but-its-hard.html"&gt;math&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;was killing me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I did all that studying, &amp;amp; then there was no math on sed placement test, but there was random &lt;a href="http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/waiting-game.html"&gt;science&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; so I was sure I failed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I accepted that I'd be taking the long route to being an RN, but was committed to my &lt;a href="http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/next-step.html"&gt;Plan B?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&amp;nbsp;I had my interview with the director of the nursing program I applied to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reviewed my scores, &amp;amp; let me just say that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I kicked that test's ass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!&amp;nbsp; I scored in the 99th percentile overall, &amp;amp; in the 96th percentile on specifically the math portion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we reviewed my high school transcripts &amp;amp; my references.&amp;nbsp; I can't thank the lovely ladies responsible for my wonderful references enough.&amp;nbsp; Their very kind words &amp;amp; their belief in what I'm capable of mean so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at that point that the director said the words I've been longing to hear,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You can consider yourself accepted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;if you meet the rest of the requirements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the requirements being background checks, fingerprinting &amp;amp; not being a secret drug addict or felon.&amp;nbsp; I can safely assume that, those being the last hurdles, I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point she could have told me to get the hell out of her office &amp;amp; slammed the door in my&amp;nbsp;face, because I got what I came for.&amp;nbsp; But to further improve my day she kept the compliments coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me, "I'm sure you qualify for an RN program anywhere.&amp;nbsp; Are you sure you want to come here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She &lt;/em&gt;being an RN herself, so that comment meant a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I explained that the best RN program in my area didn't agree, but that I wasn't willing to give up on my goal &amp;amp; that yes, I really did want to attend her school, she said, "Well, it'll be refreshing to have someone as bright as you in our program."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have I mentioned that I love this lady?&amp;nbsp; Because if I didn't, I do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to celebrate I went out for dinner with the people I love &amp;amp; a boy name Colin. (That was for you, Jenn.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we continued the celebration with more people &amp;amp; lots of alcohol.&amp;nbsp; It was St. Patrick's Day after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a rare Friday off today, &amp;amp; the weather is going to be gorgeous.&amp;nbsp; I plan on doing lots of outside things in the yard &amp;amp; capitalizing on my leftover good mood from yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-5573080963376641672?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/5573080963376641672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/03/big-ol-sigh-of-relief.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/5573080963376641672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/5573080963376641672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/03/big-ol-sigh-of-relief.html' title='Big, ol&apos; sigh of relief.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-4652870391065853929</id><published>2011-03-16T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T12:25:53.759-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>(Semi)Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rLrI7JxxtFY/TYDkDNO7_eI/AAAAAAAAAVo/g3xQoph3Hgw/s1600/SSPX0177.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rLrI7JxxtFY/TYDkDNO7_eI/AAAAAAAAAVo/g3xQoph3Hgw/s320/SSPX0177.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my cousin, a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;PA State Chess Champion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &amp;amp; his big ass trophy!&amp;nbsp; He placed 1st in his division at the state tournament a few weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; I'm so proud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-4652870391065853929?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/4652870391065853929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/03/semiwordless-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/4652870391065853929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/4652870391065853929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/03/semiwordless-wednesday.html' title='(Semi)Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rLrI7JxxtFY/TYDkDNO7_eI/AAAAAAAAAVo/g3xQoph3Hgw/s72-c/SSPX0177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-5484140736344645920</id><published>2011-03-14T17:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T17:49:53.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just popping in to say hello!</title><content type='html'>Things have been a little disjointed in my life at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very much looking forward to my nursing school interview on Thursday - but everything about my job is bringing my down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a funk, &amp;amp; I feel like everyone is mad at me for some reason that I'm not privy to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some of these mad people are people who I know would never be mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, until this dark cloud passes over my head, I'm taking a little hiatus from blogging.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the mood will strike me soon or an idea will fall into my lap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-5484140736344645920?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/5484140736344645920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-popping-in-to-say-hello.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/5484140736344645920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/5484140736344645920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-popping-in-to-say-hello.html' title='Just popping in to say hello!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-1714937996296379577</id><published>2011-03-09T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:01:16.986-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriously?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why I&apos;m crazy'/><title type='text'>She did what?</title><content type='html'>I've talked about&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-with-weatherman.html"&gt;my mother&lt;/a&gt; before on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a little nutty, &amp;amp; it's amusing to laugh at the crazy things she does.&amp;nbsp; And once again, she didn't disappoint today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's at war with her neighbors - but she's the only one who thinks so.&amp;nbsp; Shortly after we moved into the house where she lives now (10 years ago), she &amp;amp; my stepdad&amp;nbsp;were making some improvements on the backyard.&amp;nbsp; They built a new, bigger deck &amp;amp; garden area.&amp;nbsp; These neighbors, &lt;em&gt;who I will admit are a little off&lt;/em&gt;, approached my mom in the backyard one afternoon to adress their "concerns" with the home improvements.&amp;nbsp; While I can't recite the entire conversation, I can tell you how it ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crazy neighbor:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; How would you feel if someone new moved in &amp;amp; suddenly made all&amp;nbsp;these &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; changes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Crazy mother:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; I don't really fucking care how you feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's safe to say any cordial, neighborly relationship was over at that point.&amp;nbsp; From then on, my mother spied on them through an upstairs window, &amp;amp; Mr. Neighbor purposely threw sticks &amp;amp; shoveled snow into our yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not to be outdone, my mother had a fence built - down only one side of the yard, which happens to be between these two houses.&amp;nbsp; Really mature, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, she continued with her spying, but they were powerless to throw random things into the yard anymore.&amp;nbsp; That's pretty much how the relationship has continued over the better part of a decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spies so much that she knows all the following informaiton:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where &amp;amp; when they grocery shop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When they are planning a birthday party for their children&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When they are having medical issues&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the couple separated, &amp;amp; ultimately reconciled&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crazy, huh?&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; Yep, that's my momma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the saga continued this evening, when my mother attended a school board meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Mr. Neighbor works for the school district, &amp;amp; they are planning to make spending cuts - so she wanted to know if he would be fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seriously needs to get a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-1714937996296379577?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/1714937996296379577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/03/she-did-what.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/1714937996296379577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/1714937996296379577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/03/she-did-what.html' title='She did what?'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-7745392760019027634</id><published>2011-03-06T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T18:26:20.349-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriously?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazy Sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday, lazy blog post.</title><content type='html'>I was woken up a little too early by my dog, &amp;amp; then kept awake by a snoring, beg-hogging&amp;nbsp;boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the largest pile of laundry I've seen in a long time taking up space in my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desperately needed to mop my kitchen &amp;amp; bathroom floors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I devoted the day to getting this house in shape.&amp;nbsp; Here's what I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started the laundry at 10:00 AM.&amp;nbsp; Still going strong at 6:30 PM. &lt;em&gt;FML.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mopped those nasty floors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaned some stuff, &amp;amp; then cleaned some more stuff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took my entire vacuum apart because it wasn't working.&amp;nbsp; Found so much fur in the hose that I should have named it &amp;amp; put in in a designer bag like Paris Hilton.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organized both my living room closets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Argued with my dog everytime she needed to go outside.&amp;nbsp; She doesn't do rain so well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Febreezed the shit out of some stuff so&amp;nbsp;it doesn't smell like cigarettes.&amp;nbsp; Even though I have a strict "No Smoking" policy in this house, it still stinks.&amp;nbsp; I'd really like the boyfriend to drop that nasty habit sooner, rather than later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I also listened to my Jon Secada Pandora station for hours, &amp;amp; when that got old started on a marathon of Chopped.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else loves that show?&amp;nbsp; Cheese curls &amp;amp; elk - c'mon now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-7745392760019027634?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/7745392760019027634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/03/lazy-sunday-lazy-blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/7745392760019027634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/7745392760019027634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/03/lazy-sunday-lazy-blog-post.html' title='Lazy Sunday, lazy blog post.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-6951075746591199413</id><published>2011-03-05T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T08:57:12.215-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>The four words that ruined everything.</title><content type='html'>I was on cloud 9 yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out on Thursday that I got the 3rd shift position I bid on!!&amp;nbsp; Third shift is much less demanding &amp;amp; stressful, not to mention that my weekend schedule now coincides with MIL's.&amp;nbsp; Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bigger news is, I checked the mailbox before I went to work yesterday afternoon &amp;amp; there was a letter from the nursing school I applied to - &amp;amp; I passed my placement test!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the biggest sigh of&amp;nbsp; relief that I've had in a while.&amp;nbsp; I'm so glad that I don't have to go through it again.&amp;nbsp; Now I can move on to the next phase of the admissions process, which is submitting transcripts &amp;amp; references &amp;amp; having an interview with the program director.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interview is scheduled for March 17th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although my mood will likely change, I'm not stressed about the interview process &lt;strike&gt;right now&lt;/strike&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I've had both good &amp;amp; bad interviews in my life, but I'm in a place where I'm comfortable with them.&amp;nbsp; It will be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this point you may be wondering why I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;on cloud 9 &amp;amp; what 4 words &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruined everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at work last night all in my good mood &amp;amp; such, &amp;amp; one of the nurses that I love brought me an envelope from the office.&amp;nbsp; She told me she didn't know what it was for, just that they asked her to bring it to me.&amp;nbsp; I told her it was my paperwork for my schedule change to 3rd shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she was really sad to see me go (she works on the horrible weekend with me), &amp;amp; had lots of questions about why I was going.&amp;nbsp; I explained the nursing school schedule was the biggest factor - Tuesday, Wednesday &amp;amp; Thursday from 2-9:30.&amp;nbsp; She asked about my days off for third shift - every other Monday &amp;amp; Wednesday &amp;amp; every other weekend (the same as now, just on a different shift).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she said them - the four words that ruined everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When will you sleep?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My immediate reaction was, "It's only for a year &amp;amp; a half.&amp;nbsp; I'll be fine."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those words were&amp;nbsp;like a ticking&amp;nbsp;time bomb in my brain, which is why I woke up at 7:00 this morning, sick to my stomach...after having gone to bed at 3:00&amp;nbsp;AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I graduate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-6951075746591199413?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/6951075746591199413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/03/four-words-that-ruined-everything.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/6951075746591199413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/6951075746591199413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/03/four-words-that-ruined-everything.html' title='The four words that ruined everything.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-2794370088982708094</id><published>2011-03-03T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T11:36:56.420-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Fingers crossed!</title><content type='html'>I've got another week or so wait before I&amp;nbsp; find out if I passed my placement test for nursing school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hopes of having positive thoughts &amp;amp; putting good energy into the universe for myself, I decided to make a change yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put in a bid for a 3rd shift position at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;If &lt;/strike&gt;When I start nursing school, my schedule will be Tues/Wed/Thurs from 2-9:30, so I'll need to work 3rd shift.&amp;nbsp; Lately there haven't been a lot of 3rd shift openings at work, so I was getting a little nervous about being able to get the position I needed when the time came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, a full time position was posted yesterday, so I didn't waste any time.&amp;nbsp; I submitted my letter of interest, &amp;amp; called to&amp;nbsp;follow up this morning.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a pest, but I got screwed out of a position I bid on a few months ago because someone lost the paperwork.&amp;nbsp; So as you can imagine, my level of trust in these people is not so good.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True to fashion, this person still hasn't called me back, so I'll be stopping in for a visit before I start today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough about the crappy office staff at my job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prospect of a schedule that would work well with school is not the only reason I'm excited.&amp;nbsp; This new schedule would mean I work the same weekend as my MIL, so we won't be on opposite schedules anymore.&amp;nbsp; Plus, 3rd shift weekends are Friday &amp;amp; Saturday, so I've be off every other Friday &amp;amp; Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the icing on the cake is, although it would be a different shift, I'd work the same weekend as the co-workers that I love - which means we'll also be off on the same weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my job there are two types of job postings, ones where bids are based on seniority &amp;amp; others where it's first come, first served.&amp;nbsp; I'm really, really hoping that since this position just got posted yesterday I was the first one to bid on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-2794370088982708094?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/2794370088982708094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/03/fingers-crossed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/2794370088982708094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/2794370088982708094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/03/fingers-crossed.html' title='Fingers crossed!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-4248505950071421725</id><published>2011-03-02T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:53:46.284-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Where have I been?</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged for a while, mostly because I haven't had anything interesting to stay, but also because work has been C-R-A-Z-Y!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I've been doing in my absence from the Blog World:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing a SteamPunk exhibit with my aunt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hitting up the Border's liquidation sale.&amp;nbsp; I'm so sad to see my local store go!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joining &lt;a href="http://www.paperbackswap.com/index.php"&gt;Paperback Swap&lt;/a&gt;, an online book club that my friend suggested.&amp;nbsp; Thanks, Steph!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading Patton Oswalt's &lt;u&gt;Zombie Spaceship Wasteland&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Catching up on my DVR back log&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not&lt;/em&gt; cleaning out my purple room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waiting (im)patiently for the results of my nursing school placement test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading your blogs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I've also been trying to ignore the Charlie Sheen drama, which has been a fairly successful endeavor.&amp;nbsp; Now &amp;amp; then I hear some random piece of nonsense about him being a warlock or having tiger blood or whatever, but I'm mostly in the dark &amp;amp; I'm comfortable with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-4248505950071421725?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/4248505950071421725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/03/where-have-i-been.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/4248505950071421725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/4248505950071421725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/03/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been?'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-7280873366366838217</id><published>2011-02-25T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T08:00:05.198-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriously?'/><title type='text'>Unfortunately, I may have to save your life one day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm not unwilling to save your life, I just hope it never comes to that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is, I took a CPR recertification course on Wednesday night.&amp;nbsp; It was &lt;strike&gt;weird &lt;/strike&gt;interesting, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instructor was a little unusual, but I can live with that.&amp;nbsp; He's been teaching this class (&amp;amp; teaching in general) for over 30 years.&amp;nbsp; He was very nice &amp;amp; very knowledgable, just a little quirky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the class started a woman came in &amp;amp; introduced herself as a newly trained instructor.&amp;nbsp; Before she taught a class of her own, she wanted to observe one in action.&amp;nbsp; Seemed reasonable to me, however, this woman was -&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;how shall I put this?&lt;/em&gt; - a little "tightly wound."&amp;nbsp; This class probably wasn't the best for her to observe.&amp;nbsp; She couldn't handle the quirks.&amp;nbsp; And when the instructor tried to include her in the discussion, which was meant&amp;nbsp; to help, she ultimately said, "I'm not here. I'm just observing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Umm...ok then.&amp;nbsp; But you do realize that you are actually here, right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this really weird girl who showed up late.&amp;nbsp; She came in &amp;amp; announced she would only be staying for the adult/child portions because she didn't need infant CPR.&amp;nbsp; There are two problems with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's all sort of mixed together because the skills are generally the same.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The test we have to take isn't given until the end, &amp;amp; you need to be present for that to be official.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;But again, whatever.&amp;nbsp; It's none of my business anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird part happened later on.&amp;nbsp; She ended up being there for the whole class, including the infant portion &amp;amp; test.&amp;nbsp; The Red Cross employees accidentially miscounted the supplies, so there weren't enough answer sheets for the instructor to make his own.&amp;nbsp; When we reviewed the tests we went around the room &amp;amp; took turns reading a question &amp;amp; giving the answer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came time for weird girl to read her question, she just blurted out the answer.&amp;nbsp; So the instructor asked her to read the question like every else did.&amp;nbsp; Instead of doing that she says (in a scratchy voice that I was hearing for the first time, "Do I have too?&amp;nbsp; I've been sick &amp;amp; I'm losing my voice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really?&amp;nbsp; Because it seems to me that you've been talking &amp;amp; being weird for the last few hours with no issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No issue &lt;em&gt;speaking&lt;/em&gt;, that is.&amp;nbsp; There were definitely some other issues there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually found out after this whole ordeal that weird girl had the extra answer sheets the instructor was looking for.&amp;nbsp; Somehow she just didn't notice - or&amp;nbsp; couldn't talk, so didn't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the unusual environment, the class went well &amp;amp; that's one more thing crossed off the nursing school to do list!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-7280873366366838217?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/7280873366366838217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/unfortunately-i-may-have-to-save-your.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/7280873366366838217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/7280873366366838217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/unfortunately-i-may-have-to-save-your.html' title='Unfortunately, I may have to save your life one day.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-7633523147297345870</id><published>2011-02-24T11:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T11:31:06.541-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriously?'/><title type='text'>The waiting game.</title><content type='html'>I woke up so early yesterday morning that I don't even want to mention the time, as it might frighten some of you.&amp;nbsp; I'm so not a morning person, but yesterday was the big day - the placement test for nursing school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you probably know, I've been dreading &lt;a href="http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/but-its-hard.html"&gt;the math&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, the math was the least of my concerns -even though the $25 book the school suggested I buy to study was of virtually no help, which I'm slightly annoyed about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, there were some math problems I just had to guess on, but for the most part I was pretty comforatable with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem?&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;There was hardly any math.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a whole lot of "which word doesn't belong" &amp;amp; "what comes next in the series?"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&amp;nbsp; I can handle this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, this is where the problems started.&amp;nbsp; There was a natural science section, which I had no warning of at all.&amp;nbsp; This section had questions related to everything from earthquakes to diseases caused by eating undercooked pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but I don't store that type of information in my brain &lt;strike&gt;in case I'm on Jeopardy&lt;/strike&gt; for situations such&amp;nbsp;as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While overall I'm feeling pretty good about the test, I've got a nagging feeling about the science section.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully my educated guesses were enough (it was all multiple choice) &amp;amp; I won't have to take it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I just don't know if I can get up that early anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-7633523147297345870?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/7633523147297345870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/waiting-game.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/7633523147297345870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/7633523147297345870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/waiting-game.html' title='The waiting game.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-6843039869606842706</id><published>2011-02-21T10:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T10:20:35.301-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriously?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='31dbbb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Happy freaking birthday.</title><content type='html'>We're having &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; party at work today to celebrate someone's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's one of the alright people, &amp;amp; he turned 50, so it's a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone takes turns making an entree for these parties, so I offered to bring barbeque this time.&amp;nbsp; I'm fine with that.&amp;nbsp; No story there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I do have a funny story about the &lt;a href="http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-2-oh-how-i-love-thee-let-me-count.html"&gt;most awful lady ever!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I started working on my current unit at the nursing home, the first party we had was for the most awful lady ever.&amp;nbsp; I offered to make a cake, since no one else had.&amp;nbsp; I specifically asked my co-workers if there was something particular that this woman liked (at the time I sort of cared because she hadn't shown her awful colors yet).&amp;nbsp; Everyone told me it didn't matter &amp;amp; anything would be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I made chocolate cake with cream cheese icing.&amp;nbsp; See, the thing about me is I hate cake.&amp;nbsp; I haven't eaten a piece of cake in literally years.&amp;nbsp; I have no idea what kind of cake people like to eat.&amp;nbsp; But, I do like chocolate&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; cream cheese, so that sounded good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loved it too - except for the most awful lady ever.&amp;nbsp; When I asked her if I had any cake she said, "I don't eat that."&amp;nbsp; Not, "thanks for the gesture," or, "I can't eat it because I'm allergic to chocolate &amp;amp; it would kill me;" just, "I don't eat that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't stand this bitch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my other friendly, understanding co-workers told me that the most awful lady ever doesn't really eat sweet stuff in general.&amp;nbsp; I can respect that, because I'm sort of the same way.&amp;nbsp; I live for salty snacks.&amp;nbsp; So, even though she was rude about it, I&amp;nbsp; chalked it up to not being a cake fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash forward to a few months later when it was time for my birthday party &amp;amp; another co-worker made a different kind of cake.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There I am in our break room listening to the most awful lady ever go on &amp;amp; on &amp;amp; on about "how good that cake looks," &amp;amp; how she's "going to eat some of that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I were more adult I would have just let it go...&lt;em&gt;but where's the fun in that?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;What would I do to amuse myself if I weren't annoying my co-workers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time we had a party:&amp;nbsp; chocolate cake with cream cheese icing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a force to be reckoned with.&amp;nbsp; It's best if you learn that early on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly my message was read loud &amp;amp; clear, because the most awful lady ever is bringing cake to this party today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we can safely&amp;nbsp;chalk this one up as a win for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-6843039869606842706?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/6843039869606842706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-freaking-birthday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/6843039869606842706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/6843039869606842706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-freaking-birthday.html' title='Happy freaking birthday.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-3879484586519297203</id><published>2011-02-20T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T09:58:21.568-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Getting prepared...again.</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I mentioned a&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/next-step.html"&gt;placement test&lt;/a&gt; I was taking for a nursing school that I'm applying to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test was originally scheduled for groundhog's day, but got cancelled because we had an ice storm that day - although I didn't find out the school was closed until I got there, because we like to do thinks at the last minute in this country. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any event, it's been rescheduled for this upcoming Wednesday, which I'm happy to report is my day off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's back to the &lt;a href="http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/but-its-hard.html"&gt;math.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a little better this time around, which is a good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your fingers crossed for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-3879484586519297203?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/3879484586519297203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/getting-preparedagain.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/3879484586519297203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/3879484586519297203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/getting-preparedagain.html' title='Getting prepared...again.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-987890953872433354</id><published>2011-02-19T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T22:20:04.450-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Purple room: 1.  Renee: 0.</title><content type='html'>DJ &amp;amp; I moved into our house a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, I keep the place tidy as much as I can.&amp;nbsp; But, I do work full time, &amp;amp; it's not always as tidy as I'd like it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, one thing I can't blame a full time job for is the state of my spare bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have children, therefore no need for the spare bedroom.&amp;nbsp; So, it's been our storage space -&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; there are boxes in there that have never been unpacked from when we moved a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was sure was the day.&amp;nbsp; I had no other plans.&amp;nbsp; I was going to clean that purple room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I started...but I didn't&amp;nbsp; finish.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did make a good dent in it, &amp;amp; I'm going to do a little more each day until it's completed - but I'm feeling defeated for not getting it done today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Big Bang Theory on the DVR was calling, &amp;amp; I couldn't help myself.&amp;nbsp; I mean c'mon - Leornard &amp;amp; Penny are going to get back together one of these days!&amp;nbsp; None of you care about that, but you should.&amp;nbsp; That show is so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&amp;nbsp; It just became abundantly clear to me why I haven't unpacked my spare room after a year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-987890953872433354?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/987890953872433354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/purple-room-1-renee-0.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/987890953872433354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/987890953872433354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/purple-room-1-renee-0.html' title='Purple room: 1.  Renee: 0.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-2604214655055410567</id><published>2011-02-18T23:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T23:36:52.588-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='31dbbb'/><title type='text'>It's my party &amp; I'll blog if I want to</title><content type='html'>Week 2 of the 31dbbb challenge is coming to a close.&amp;nbsp; Our gracious &amp;amp; supportive host Shelley Ellen from I'm Still Standing is hosting a &lt;a href="http://www.im-stillstanding.com/2011/02/who-wants-party-favor-i-tunes-anyone.html"&gt;giveaway&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to celebrate.&amp;nbsp; There's an iTunes gift card up for grabs, which I could definitely use because I'm slowly but surely whittling down my retirement money at the iTunes store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Shelley asks is that we write a post about what we've learned so far during the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, what have I learned?&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shelley Ellen is a grammar nazi like me!&amp;nbsp; She found an error in one of my posts &amp;amp; politely pointed it out.&amp;nbsp; I'm always happy to meet someone who shares my love of proofreading.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not as terrible at this as I thought.&amp;nbsp; I already do a lot of the things this program suggests (list posts, interlink old posts, email blog readers) &amp;amp; I got a ton of really great feedback on my elevator pitch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My GFC number is not important to me.&amp;nbsp; I really want people to read my blog so I'm able to open a dialogue with them.&amp;nbsp; While this challenge hasn't increased my reader count drastically, I have met some great people who I will continue to chat with!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm officially addicted to Twitter, &amp;amp; I'm ok with that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Sorry, Shelley - I know this probably isn't the kind of list you're looking for.&amp;nbsp; But it's been a long day, &amp;amp; I've had a few cocktails.&amp;nbsp; Despite my poor list, I can tell you that I'm loving this challenge &amp;amp; I'm so glad that I got involved!&amp;nbsp; Thanks for hosting, &amp;amp; for all your help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-2604214655055410567?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/2604214655055410567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-9-its-my-party-ill-blog-if-i-want.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/2604214655055410567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/2604214655055410567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-9-its-my-party-ill-blog-if-i-want.html' title='It&apos;s my party &amp; I&apos;ll blog if I want to'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-2042739097800641478</id><published>2011-02-17T12:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T13:06:33.046-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for me'/><title type='text'>Think spring!</title><content type='html'>The bitter cold weather is taking a break for the next few days, when the temperature here in Pennsylvania is supposed to be in the 60s!&amp;nbsp; It'll be back into the 40s on Saturday, but I plan to enjoy the nice weather while it lasts.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flip-flops tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Woot!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temporary warmth has me dreaming of spring with it's blue skies, budding flowers &amp;amp; chirping birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Books/Pix/pictures/2008/03/28/spring460.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image from Google.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping winter moves on quickly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-2042739097800641478?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/2042739097800641478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/think-spring.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/2042739097800641478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/2042739097800641478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/think-spring.html' title='Think spring!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-8632559574591864449</id><published>2011-02-16T10:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T13:00:59.962-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='31dbbb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Day 8 - Do you smell something?</title><content type='html'>This is the post I've been looking forward to!&amp;nbsp; The prompt for the day is to interlink some of my old posts into today's post.&amp;nbsp; I occasionally do that already, but not as a regular habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who have read this blog for a while know the thing I write about most is work.&amp;nbsp; But, I've gained lots of new readers as part of this challenge, &amp;amp; I wanted to introduce them to my favorite subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I left my stable career as a call center supervisor for a local chain of department stores.&amp;nbsp; I was responsible for training &amp;amp; quality assurance.&amp;nbsp; I was with that company for 5 years, starting when I was 19.&amp;nbsp; And while I loved my co-workers &amp;amp; the company, the relationship had run it's course.&amp;nbsp; I was miserable because I wanted something more from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted my life to be about helping people; really helping people, not solving their issues with their online order or delivery of furniture.&amp;nbsp; And so, in the shakey economy I left my stable job to start over as a CNA at a nursing home.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a long, strange trip it's been.&amp;nbsp; And it's all documented on my little ol' blog - &lt;a href="http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-bad-smelly.html"&gt;the good, the bad &amp;amp; the smelly.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having never worked in healthcare before, there were a few jaw-dropping moments for me.&amp;nbsp; For example, the day I learned what a &lt;a href="http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/07/say-what-adventures-in-cna-training.html"&gt;prolapsed uterus&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because being a CNA is a dirty job, I never have a shortage of stories about poo; like&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-be-glad-you-dont-have-balls-honey.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/is-it-foul-smelling.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it's not all fun &amp;amp; games.&amp;nbsp; I work with mostly&amp;nbsp;elderly residents who are coming to the end of their lives.&amp;nbsp; When you spend so much time with people in such a personal setting, it's inevitable that they become like family.&amp;nbsp; So at times I have to blog about the bittersweet moments, like &lt;a href="http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/08/goodbye-to-you-gertie-goose.html"&gt;the first time I had to say goodbye&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-want-cheese-curls.html"&gt;why cheese curls mean so much.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem like I use my blog to&amp;nbsp;complain about work.&amp;nbsp; I'll be honest, the job is stressful &amp;amp; I rely on my blog to vent so I don't drive my boyfriend crazy.&amp;nbsp; But &lt;a href="http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-why-i-do-it.html"&gt;I love what I do&lt;/a&gt;, &amp;amp; I wouldn't trade it for anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-8632559574591864449?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/8632559574591864449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-8-do-you-smell-something.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/8632559574591864449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/8632559574591864449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-8-do-you-smell-something.html' title='Day 8 - Do you smell something?'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-7537611150798874359</id><published>2011-02-15T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T10:10:34.491-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='31dbbb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><title type='text'>Day 7 - Link up!</title><content type='html'>I took a few days off from blogging over the weekend, but now I'm refreshed &amp;amp; ready to get back into the&amp;nbsp; challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenge prompt for today suggests linking up with other bloggers, allowing you to expand on further topics, take an opposing viewpoint or promote another post that you think really deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm linking up with my SIL Jenn of &lt;a href="http://southofsheridan.com/"&gt;South of Sheridan&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; She's the one who got me into this challenge, &amp;amp; got me into blogging in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 20th of this year was the International Day of Acceptance to promote disibility awareness.&amp;nbsp; Jenn asked her readers to ask whatever burning questions they may have had about using a wheelchair for mobility.&amp;nbsp; Please take some time to read the questions &amp;amp; answers &lt;a href="http://southofsheridan.com/you-asked-i-answered/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://southofsheridan.com/answers-part-ii/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm sure most of you know by now, my boyfriend DJ also has &lt;a href="http://mda.org/disease/lgmd.html"&gt;LGMD&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; uses a wheelchair full time.&amp;nbsp; When we started dating I got lots of perplexed looks from people, &amp;amp; I could see the wheels turning behind their eyes.&amp;nbsp; Much like DJ &amp;amp; Jenn, my attitude towards the situation is this:&amp;nbsp; I'd rather have you ask instead of just staring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in that spirit I'm taking a queue from Jenn.&amp;nbsp; If you have any questions about being the other half of someone with a disability, please ask away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can contact me by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leaving a comment on this post&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emailing me at &lt;a href="mailto:closedonsunday@hotmail.com"&gt;closedonsunday@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tweet me @ClosedSunday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'd like to take questions until Friday, &amp;amp; then prepare an answers post for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to see what people want to know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-7537611150798874359?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/7537611150798874359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-7-link-up.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/7537611150798874359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/7537611150798874359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-7-link-up.html' title='Day 7 - Link up!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-2462192060696228981</id><published>2011-02-14T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T16:50:34.527-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>DJ &amp;amp; I will be enjoying a fancy dinner at home tonight.&amp;nbsp; On the menu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steak&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shrimp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baked potatoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ceasar salad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chocolate covered strawberries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Canoli&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;It's going to be delicious I'm sure!&amp;nbsp; DJ is a very good cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward we'll probably just rent a movie or play Wii.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have I mentioned lately how old &amp;amp; boring we are?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you're doing today, I just hope it's with someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/funnypics/a/pyzamlove.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-2462192060696228981?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/2462192060696228981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/2462192060696228981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/2462192060696228981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-7428428583726565514</id><published>2011-02-11T09:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T09:52:12.258-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='31dbbb'/><title type='text'>Day 5 - Email me!</title><content type='html'>Today's prompt suggests emailing a new reader.&amp;nbsp; Guess what - I already do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read all of my comments via email.&amp;nbsp; If the reader, new or old, has email enabled I try to send a quick note to say thanks or expand upon the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've developed pretty solid bloggy friendships that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&amp;nbsp; Look at me being ahead of the curve for once!&amp;nbsp; Woo hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a busy morning ahead of me, so I'll be brief today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll pause for your collective gasp&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, I just want to share the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/09/now-thats-award.html"&gt;best blog award&lt;/a&gt; I've ever received with you.&amp;nbsp; This award came from one of my favorite bloggers, who I've emailed back &amp;amp; forth with over the course of my time in Bloggyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly reccommend taking a minute to read &lt;a href="http://sarcasticlabrat.blogspot.com/"&gt;the Sarcastic Lab Rat.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Definitely one of my favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, if anyone needs/wants to email me I'd love to hear from you!&amp;nbsp; You can reach me at &lt;a href="mailto:closedonsunday@hotmail.com"&gt;closedonsunday@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-7428428583726565514?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/7428428583726565514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-5-email-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/7428428583726565514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/7428428583726565514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-5-email-me.html' title='Day 5 - Email me!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-379959638530735440</id><published>2011-02-10T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T09:56:48.782-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='31dbbb'/><title type='text'>Day 4 - What am I not doing?</title><content type='html'>Today's task is to take a good look as a successful blog on my niche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...someone who successfully talks about other people's bodily fuctions &amp;amp; how annoying&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/p/our-story.html"&gt;DJ&lt;/a&gt; is sometimes?&amp;nbsp; That might be a little difficult...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Can you imagine if there were two of us out there??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I do have a blog in mind:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.casadenicole.com/"&gt;Casa de Nicole&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; She is the California version of me.&amp;nbsp; We're the same age, she's settling into life with her fiance &amp;amp; she deals directly with patients in a health care setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between us? She's got a ton of followers &amp;amp; readers.&amp;nbsp; And I - well, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BTW, she deserves all those followers because she is lovely &amp;amp; amazing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what gives?&amp;nbsp; That's the big question of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I've tried to do to meet new bloggers is participate in blog hops.&amp;nbsp; I've found a few good ones that I do on a semi-regular basis.&amp;nbsp; And while I have gained some followers that way, very few are people who actually read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Nicole doesn't do blog hops that I've noticed.&amp;nbsp; She does participate in giveaways, both hosting &amp;amp; winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a confession to make.&amp;nbsp; Giveaways are my Achilles heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read very few blogs that are primarily reviews &amp;amp; giveaways because they don't keep my attention.&amp;nbsp; Please don't send me hate mail, as I am not knocking those who host &amp;amp; sign up for giveaways.&amp;nbsp; People love giveaways!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not anti giveaway myself - I'm just seldom willing to jump through the hoops it takes to sign up for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most require that you follow the blog to win.&amp;nbsp; That's fine, except I'm stingy about blogs that I follow.&amp;nbsp; I don't click that little button unless I actually have intentions to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so, I'm done with my diatribe about giveaways because I don't honestly believe they are the true difference between us.&amp;nbsp; The difference is the exposure those giveaways provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story?&amp;nbsp; I need to put myself out there more - which I'm trying to do, one challenge day at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-379959638530735440?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/379959638530735440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-4-what-am-i-not-doing.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/379959638530735440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/379959638530735440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-4-what-am-i-not-doing.html' title='Day 4 - What am I not doing?'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-8587998610242792423</id><published>2011-02-09T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:27:10.947-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='31dbbb'/><title type='text'>Day 3 - Put your best foot forward</title><content type='html'>Today's prompt was all about promoting what you believe to be your best posts &amp;amp; suggested outlets for doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eBook suggests that you promote only your best posts &amp;amp; not every single one.&amp;nbsp; While I see the virtue in that, lately I've been Tweeting every post I've published.&amp;nbsp; That's because I've got a ton of new Twerps, &amp;amp; I'm really trying to gain new readers (not just followers!) of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I think that's going to work best for what I'm trying to acheive - more&amp;nbsp; readers, rather than "building a business" of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The special task for today was to find places to promot yesterday's post, other than Twitter &amp;amp; Facebook.&amp;nbsp; Well, I've already done the Twitter part, &amp;amp; I got really great feedback from current &amp;amp; new readers!&amp;nbsp; I actually haven't crossed the Facebook threshold yet, but I want to.&amp;nbsp; The reason being, I need a Fan Page.&amp;nbsp; I don't have one yet, but I want one! Although I use my own name on my blog, not everyone in my real life reads it or even knows about it.&amp;nbsp; Any of them may stumble upon it at some point which would be fine with me, but I don't want to openly invite them all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before I can move beyond Twitter &amp;amp; Facebook, I need to master those two first.&amp;nbsp; I'll be contacting my go-to blog helper today for assistance with creating a fan pag, my SIL Jenn at &lt;a href="http://southofsheridan.com/"&gt;South of Sheridan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I think there is a half-way meeting point between the suggested method &amp;amp; what I'm already doing:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/p/best-of-me.html"&gt;my "Best of" page.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; I've got a few of my favorite posts bookmarked there.&amp;nbsp; I think these really identify me as a writer, the kinds of topics I blog about most &amp;amp; the quirky, silly side of me.&amp;nbsp; One of the things I want to do during this challenge (in addition to sprucing up the "About Me" page! ) is to figure out how to better promote my favorite posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has any thoughts, please pass them along.&amp;nbsp; I'd love to hear your feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, to new &amp;amp; old readers alike, please visit my "Best Of" page &amp;amp; take a look at something new or something you may have forgotten about.&amp;nbsp; Tell me what you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-8587998610242792423?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/8587998610242792423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-3-put-your-best-foot-forward.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/8587998610242792423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/8587998610242792423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-3-put-your-best-foot-forward.html' title='Day 3 - Put your best foot forward'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-3535155743131786779</id><published>2011-02-08T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T10:36:09.780-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriously?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='31dbbb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Day 2 - Oh, how I love thee! Let me count the ways...</title><content type='html'>I tend to not choose the subject matter of my blog.&amp;nbsp; It usually chooses me.&amp;nbsp; Something will happen that is either so funny, so sad or (most frequently) so annoying that I just have to get it out of my system.&amp;nbsp; And that is how the subject of today's post came about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was at work last night trying to think of a list for today.&amp;nbsp; This challenge is all about promoting my blog, so I was trying to come up with an idea for listing the kinds of topics I usually write about.&amp;nbsp; But, I wanted to do something different.&amp;nbsp; Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it hit me, or rather, it talked in my ear.&amp;nbsp; Let me be clear that I blog about work a lot.&amp;nbsp; If any of you have read my blog for any length of time, you know that I work in health care &amp;amp; my posts are sometimes graphic.&amp;nbsp; I'd like to start by saying that this post is not about poop, although there's bound to be at least one as we work through this challenge. Today's post, is about a coworker - the worst co-worker ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a woman in her 50s who has been at this job for 10 years.&amp;nbsp; Understandably so, she is tired, &amp;amp; doesn't have the same level of energy that she did when she started working.&amp;nbsp; But, she's more than capabale of doing the job, even if at a slightly slower pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her age&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; her energy is not what slows this woman down.&amp;nbsp; What slows her down is constantly watching what everyone else is doing so she can write things down in her notebook (she actually does that!!!) &amp;amp; use it as ammunition later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you serious?!?!?&amp;nbsp; Who has time for that??&amp;nbsp; Look, I know I'm blogging about this woman &amp;amp; it probably seems like the same thing, but I don't think it is.&amp;nbsp; I'm venting my frustrations.&amp;nbsp; And, I don't have a notebook dedicated to dirt on my co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my story: there I am yesterday at the nurse's station waiting to get report from the charge nurse.&amp;nbsp; I work with elderly residents &amp;amp; a lot of them are confused.&amp;nbsp; Some wear alarms so they don't fall &amp;amp; hurt themselves.&amp;nbsp; One such alarm was going off, &amp;amp; a co-worker that I love went to answer it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean, horrible lady then whispered to another co-worker, "Oh look, she went for an alarm! I can't believe it."&amp;nbsp; Then she went onto say, "Some people don't answer alarms, or take your residents to the bathroom while you're on break, &amp;amp; maybe that's something the supervisor needs to know that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I know this is all very juvenile, but the thing about mean, horrible lady is that she's never going to say anything to any supervisor.&amp;nbsp; She just likes to stir the pot.&amp;nbsp; She likes to cause trouble &amp;amp; have an attitude.&amp;nbsp; She believes that she will always get her way because we're scared of her, but in reality people go along with what she says because no one wants to listen to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This drove me crazy last night, but I refuse to get involved in work drama.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; go, do my job &amp;amp; come home.&amp;nbsp; It does not control my life or make me sad or angry after the fact,&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; I'd really like to keep it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I need to write a list, &amp;amp; I've been inspired by mean, horrible lady.&amp;nbsp; If she thinks she's keeping tabs on everyone else, I hope she realizes we're keeping one on her - but not actually in a notebook, because that's just sad.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the things mean, horrible lady does wrong:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Accuses people of not helping other, even though she rarely helps anyone else.&amp;nbsp; She's actually never helped me...ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Changes peoples wet briefs or incontinent pads without acutally cleaning the person because "it's quicker &amp;amp; then they're dry."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lies about walking residents who are still able to do so in an attempt to look good for the nurse.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sits &amp;amp; watches while other CNAs (&amp;amp; sometimes people visiting residents!!) put clothing protectors on the residents before dinner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I FREAKING HATE THIS!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doesn't feel bad about sticking someone who is does not regularly work on our floor with the most difficult group of residents, extra assignment or shower to give.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So you see, instead of being a leader with all that experience, she's just a pain in the ass.&amp;nbsp; She is the number one reason that I go to work &amp;amp; suddenly feel like I'm transported back to middle school.&amp;nbsp; And honestly, she is the reason&amp;nbsp;I hate myself for even letting it ruffle my feathers in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to rise above it - but sometimes I just want to call her a stupid-face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-3535155743131786779?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/3535155743131786779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-2-oh-how-i-love-thee-let-me-count.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/3535155743131786779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/3535155743131786779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-2-oh-how-i-love-thee-let-me-count.html' title='Day 2 - Oh, how I love thee! Let me count the ways...'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-3642074265812816612</id><published>2011-02-07T08:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T12:35:06.834-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='31dbbb'/><title type='text'>Day 1 - Elevator pitch</title><content type='html'>As you all know, I'm participating in a&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/well-thats-really-strange-bra-size.html"&gt;31 Days to Build a Better Blog challenge&lt;/a&gt;, which starts today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's prompt is to create an elevator pitch for your blog.&amp;nbsp; An elevator pitch is a quick explanation of what your blog is about. It's got such a silly name because it should be short &amp;amp; sweet - able to be read during an elevator ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, I'm really bad at talking about myself.&amp;nbsp; I know&amp;nbsp;no one will believe that, being that I write about my own life on this blog all the time.&amp;nbsp; And when I have some inspiration, I don't have difficulty doing so.&amp;nbsp; But, when someone asks me the question, "What do you like to do?" I don't know how to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it incredibly difficult to tell people what kinds of things I like, which is why the interests section of my profile is so short &amp;amp; why I toiled for so long about creating an "About Me" page before finally ending up with the piece of crap I've got now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BTW, sprucing that up is part of the 31 day plan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I got the e-book &amp;amp; read the first prompt my immediate thought was, "Well, this ain't happening."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a crazy few days since then, &amp;amp; really didn't give it a ton more thought, but the idea of quitting before I started was nagging away at me.&amp;nbsp; I am really serious about improving&amp;nbsp; this blog &amp;amp; trying to reach out to more readers.&amp;nbsp; I am capable of writing this elevator pitch...even if I have to tweek it down the road.&amp;nbsp; I am going to start this challenge &amp;amp; see it through to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Closed on Sunday:&amp;nbsp; the random ramblings of a perpetual procrastinator. These are&amp;nbsp;trials &amp;amp; tribulations of a nursing home CNA navigating the ups &amp;amp; downs of living with someone who's living with a disability.&amp;nbsp; A sometimes amusing &amp;amp; sometimes bittersweet look at my journey into real adulthood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-3642074265812816612?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/3642074265812816612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-1-elevator-pitch.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/3642074265812816612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/3642074265812816612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-1-elevator-pitch.html' title='Day 1 - Elevator pitch'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-2872579186456071830</id><published>2011-02-06T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T00:03:37.271-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why I&apos;m crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>It's 11:30 on Saturday night:  do you know what your vet is doing?</title><content type='html'>Mine sounded as if he had been sleeping when he returned my call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was I calling my sexy, silky voiced vet on Saturday night????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my stupid effing cat has a hole in her belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, she got spayed on Monday.&amp;nbsp; The vet says things like, "Keep her separated from the other animals," &amp;amp;, "Try to limit her activity."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Isn't he precious?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a lovely man, but he doesn't live with these cats.&amp;nbsp; They are the Satan's spawn, of that I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, since Monday I've been giving Kiki her pain meds every morning &amp;amp; periodically looking at her inscision, which has looked good all week - despite the fact that she runs &amp;amp; jumps around the house like a ninja on a mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, at 11:30, things in our house were winding down.&amp;nbsp; DJ &amp;amp; I were on our respective computers, when Kiki took her customary spot on my keyboard.&amp;nbsp; When she rolled on her back I noticed that I could see inside her inscision, which was not cute at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me, being the level headed girl that I am, started having what I can only assume to a panic attack.&amp;nbsp; And DJ, my rock, offered these words of encouragement:&amp;nbsp; We need to call the vet now because that's going to get infected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how much worse &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;made the panic attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&amp;nbsp;my poor vet got the call.&amp;nbsp; He called back right away &amp;amp; was very gracious about the whole thing. He assured me that she's not going to get gangrene &amp;amp; die tonight like I was convinced she would.&amp;nbsp; He did suggest that I put, &amp;amp; a quote, "a little kitty t-shirt" on her to prevent her from licking it (ewww!) even more.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That made me laugh, &amp;amp; snapped me out of panic attack mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I don't have a little kitty t-shirt, or I would so make her wear it.&amp;nbsp; Instead, I think I've got to buy her one of those cone collars tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I'm ok with any form of cat humiliation at this point, so the cone works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most unfortunately, however, is the fact that more of you don't live around me so I could refer you &amp;amp; your fur babies to the most patient, kind &amp;amp; wonderful vet there is.&amp;nbsp; He's the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-2872579186456071830?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/2872579186456071830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-1130-on-saturday-night-do-you-know.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/2872579186456071830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/2872579186456071830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-1130-on-saturday-night-do-you-know.html' title='It&apos;s 11:30 on Saturday night:  do you know what your vet is doing?'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-8303316992641746473</id><published>2011-02-04T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T10:45:58.352-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Do I get a drink now?</title><content type='html'>Last night at work I was sent to another floor that was understaffed for the night.&amp;nbsp; The most interesting part about the evening was the repeater resident.&amp;nbsp; Very much like a child, this woman repeats everything she hears on TV, everything she has already says &amp;amp;, for some strange reason, the phrases, "Do I get a drink now?" &amp;amp; "Ok bitch, it's over!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night while I was doing her care this is an example of how the conversation went - but I wasn't doing any of the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do I get&amp;nbsp;a drink now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Traffic is heavy on the northbound side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok bitch, it's over now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do I get a drink now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that pie or cake? I think it's pie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, it's cake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do I get a drink now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got home last night, I'm the one who needed the drink...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-8303316992641746473?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/8303316992641746473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/do-i-get-drink-now.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/8303316992641746473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/8303316992641746473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/do-i-get-drink-now.html' title='Do I get a drink now?'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-3015162768690756500</id><published>2011-02-03T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T11:03:09.359-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='31dbbb'/><title type='text'>Well that's a really strange bra size.</title><content type='html'>That's&amp;nbsp;what I thought to&amp;nbsp;myself when Jenn at &lt;a href="http://southofsheridan.com/"&gt;South of Sheridan&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;asked me if I wanted to participate in a 31dbbb challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you probably know, I'm not good with all the technological stuff that goes along with making this blog work. I don't know squat about HTML.&amp;nbsp; I just&amp;nbsp;tell my stories &amp;amp; hope someone cares to read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But rather than hoping someone cares to read, I want to actually have a network of people who do.&amp;nbsp; There are a few blogs that I love &amp;amp; read regularly.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, those lovely ladies usually return the love.&amp;nbsp; It's a nice support system to have outside of the normal people in your life, who sometimes can't give an unbiased opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'd like more than anything is to expand upon my little bloggy crew, which is where the 31dbbb comes in.&amp;nbsp; Of course, I found out it's not a bra size.&amp;nbsp; It's a 31&amp;nbsp; Days to Build a Better Blog&amp;nbsp;challege being hosted by Shelley at I'm Still Standing.&amp;nbsp; You can read all about the challenge &lt;a href="http://www.im-stillstanding.com/2011/02/i-have-plan-and-it-comes-in-form-of.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenge follows a book of the same name.&amp;nbsp; Each day has a new&amp;nbsp;tips &amp;amp; tricks for streamlining your blog, promoting your blog, etc.&amp;nbsp; There's a writing prompt for each day too, so you've got guidance in practicing your new skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts this Monday, February 7th.&amp;nbsp; I'm excited to be able to post regularly, because lately I haven't been able to find the inspiration.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is interested in joining just stop by Shelley's blog for all the details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-3015162768690756500?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/3015162768690756500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/well-thats-really-strange-bra-size.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/3015162768690756500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/3015162768690756500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/well-thats-really-strange-bra-size.html' title='Well that&apos;s a really strange bra size.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-4495985151703670645</id><published>2011-02-02T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T16:50:07.491-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Hops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://memebase.com/2011/02/02/memes-snape-got-bel-aired/"&gt;&lt;img alt="memes - Bel Aired" class="event-item-lol-image" height="343" src="http://chzmemebase.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/memes-untitled.jpg" title="memes - Bel Aired" width="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://memebase.com/"&gt;Memebase&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm linking up with Java at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/2011/02/wordless-wednesday.html"&gt;Never Growing Old&lt;/a&gt; for Wordless Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/search/label/Wordless%20Wednesday/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m300/linder4/pinkframe-1-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-4495985151703670645?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/4495985151703670645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/wordless-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/4495985151703670645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/4495985151703670645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-398959283768031331</id><published>2011-01-31T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T00:28:39.222-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Hops'/><title type='text'>Meet me on Monday</title><content type='html'>Meet me on Monday is a weekly blog hop hosted by Java at &lt;a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/2011/01/meet-me-on-monday-and-new-feature.html"&gt;Never Growing Old.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Just answer the questions &amp;amp; link up.&amp;nbsp; It's a great way to meet new bloggers, or in my case, find something to blog about.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/search/label/Meet%20Me%20On%20Monday"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m300/linder4/MeetMonday-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you put on your hot dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty standard about my hot dog eating.&amp;nbsp; I go for ketchup, mustard &amp;amp; sauerkraut.&amp;nbsp; Does everyone eat sauerkraut, or is that one of those Pennsylvania-Dutchy things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you play Sudoku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&amp;nbsp; I wouldn't even know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your favorite vegetable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a tough one.&amp;nbsp; Despite my poor eating habits, I do really love veggies.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to have to say asparagus.&amp;nbsp; I love it roasted.&amp;nbsp; I drizzle it with olive oil &amp;amp; then season with salt, pepper &amp;amp; garlic.&amp;nbsp; Just pop that in the oven at 350 for about 10-12 minutes.&amp;nbsp; Delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you color your hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did for a while, up until a few months ago.&amp;nbsp; Then I cut it all off &amp;amp; let is get back to it's natural color - a boring, mousy dirty blonde.&amp;nbsp; Someday I'll color it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite brand of clothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like fashion, but not in my own life.&amp;nbsp; I like watching awards show dresses &amp;amp; high fashion pictures in magazines, but I can't tell you what my own&amp;nbsp;favorite brand of clothing is.&amp;nbsp; I will say that my favorite thing about winter is living in jeans &amp;amp; big sweaters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-398959283768031331?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/398959283768031331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/meet-me-on-monday.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/398959283768031331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/398959283768031331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/meet-me-on-monday.html' title='Meet me on Monday'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-4745121081935274700</id><published>2011-01-26T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T21:07:31.465-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HELP'/><title type='text'>But it's hard!</title><content type='html'>And resigning myself to mediocrity would just be so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of this adding/subtracting/multiplying/dividing fractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of these ratios &amp;amp; percentages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of this converting to &amp;amp; from Roman Numerals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could just sit here on the couch with the dog blogging or playing Oregon Trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'd spend my life being less than I know I can be, &amp;amp; that would make me miserable.&amp;nbsp; Even Oregon Trail can't cure that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll just&amp;nbsp;have to deal with the numbers &amp;amp; all the awful things I have to do with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had more time to study!&amp;nbsp; Only having a week is making me really, really nervous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be my own worst enemy at taking this placement test...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-4745121081935274700?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/4745121081935274700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/but-its-hard.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/4745121081935274700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/4745121081935274700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/but-its-hard.html' title='But it&apos;s hard!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-4821937932621522863</id><published>2011-01-26T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T00:41:33.076-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for me'/><title type='text'>It was my pleasure.</title><content type='html'>One of my residents passed away tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her family was leaving they thanked me &amp;amp; gave me hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With tears in my eyes I told them I loved her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her grandaughter said that was obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best compliment I've ever gotten at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-4821937932621522863?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/4821937932621522863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-was-my-pleasure.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/4821937932621522863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/4821937932621522863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-was-my-pleasure.html' title='It was my pleasure.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-9122634834955702129</id><published>2011-01-25T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T12:11:29.334-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriously?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ'/><title type='text'>The next step.</title><content type='html'>Some of you may remember how much of a loser I am from my &lt;a href="http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/she-was-looking-kind-of-dumb-with-her.html"&gt;recent post.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I would like to just sit around eating ice cream &amp;amp; feeling sorry for myself,&amp;nbsp;there is a Plan B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan B is another nursing school I applied to, this one for an LPN instead of RN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while it's not what I really want to do, it's the option in front of me (&amp;amp; actually may be better in the long run).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LPN program takes a year &amp;amp; a half, compared to the 3 years the RN program would have taken.&amp;nbsp; So in a year &amp;amp; a half I'll be able to get a much better paying job, &amp;amp; money won't be so tight when I ultimately decide to go back for my RN later on.&amp;nbsp; Plus, I'm hoping I can transition to working part time so I can spend more time at home with DJ, as he'll be needing more help as time goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, as my MIL put it, "a nurse is a nurse is a nurse."&amp;nbsp; And she would know, because she is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, instead of sulking &amp;amp; eating ice cream, onward I go.&amp;nbsp; Well, I'm sure there will still be lots of ice cream, but that's besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of this seemingly pointless post is to say that I'm scheduled for a placement test for the LPN program on February 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test starts at 8:00 AM.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;I'll pause why you shudder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?&amp;nbsp; 8:00 AM?&amp;nbsp; Don't they realize that some of us work until 11:00&amp;nbsp; the night before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any event, it starts at 8:00 &amp;amp; is scheduled to take 3 1/2 hours.&amp;nbsp; This just keeps getting better, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at 8:00 AM after a long night of work&amp;nbsp;I have to go take my first real test in almost a decade - a test that my future is actually depending on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you tell how confident I'm feeling?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school suggested a&amp;nbsp;picking up a GED book to use as a study guide, so my co-worker/fellow applicant &amp;amp; I are headed to the bookstore tomorrow to pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never taken a GED test before, but I did graduate from high school.&amp;nbsp; And, contrary to how I'm probably making myself sound right now, I am pretty smart.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do this, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a choice.&amp;nbsp; I need to do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-9122634834955702129?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/9122634834955702129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/next-step.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/9122634834955702129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/9122634834955702129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/next-step.html' title='The next step.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-4008909057481979325</id><published>2011-01-23T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T00:26:19.856-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazy Sunday'/><title type='text'>My lazy Saturday comes at a cost...crap.</title><content type='html'>I didn't do the laundry &amp;amp; clean like I planned to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, the dog &amp;amp; I watched all six episodes of The Walking Dead (freaking love that show!) &amp;amp; various other things I needed to get off the DVR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while my Saturday on the sofa was pretty glorious, it means one thing:&amp;nbsp; I have to clean tomorrow...on Sunday.&amp;nbsp; And we all know how I feel about Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need a maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you haven't noticed, I've been totally uninspired lately.&amp;nbsp; I'm hoping to get back on the train to Bloggy-land ASAP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-4008909057481979325?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/4008909057481979325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-lazy-saturday-comes-at-costcrap.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/4008909057481979325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/4008909057481979325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-lazy-saturday-comes-at-costcrap.html' title='My lazy Saturday comes at a cost...crap.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-8522212388842061063</id><published>2011-01-21T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T11:17:26.378-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><title type='text'>She was looking kind of dumb with her finger &amp; her thumb in the shape of an "L" on her forehead.</title><content type='html'>I applied to nursing school this year, which was a concept that terrified me for several reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been out of high school for almost 10 years, &amp;amp; I've never taken any college courses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's a big life/career change.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The program I desperately wanted to attend is very competitive, &amp;amp; my math grades weren't always the best.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm confident that I can do the math requred to be a nurse, my poor math history is preventing me from getting that&amp;nbsp; chance.&amp;nbsp; I got a letter from that school today, &amp;amp; they can't even allow me to take the pre-admission testing because of my math grades in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't necessarily mean I'll never get into that school, but it does mean I'll have to delay it for at least another year - probably more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this was a very distinct possibility all along, but I still held out hope because I'm a non-traditional student &amp;amp; virtually no one applies to the part-time program.&amp;nbsp; But, no exception was to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where I get all "after school special" on everyone:&amp;nbsp; this whole situation was avoidable.&amp;nbsp; I'll be honest, when I was in high school nursing wasn't my plan.&amp;nbsp; I wanted desperately to go to a four year college &amp;amp; major in art history.&amp;nbsp; That being said, I didn't take math &amp;amp; science classes as seriously as I should have.&amp;nbsp; But, life sometimes happens, &amp;amp; art history was not meant to be...&amp;amp; here I am, held back by my former self - who I would like to kick right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it's time for plan B - in theory, but truth be told, I can't assume I'll get accepted to plan B.&amp;nbsp; So while Plan B is the plan, plans C-E are currently also in development.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-8522212388842061063?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/8522212388842061063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/she-was-looking-kind-of-dumb-with-her.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/8522212388842061063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/8522212388842061063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/she-was-looking-kind-of-dumb-with-her.html' title='She was looking kind of dumb with her finger &amp; her thumb in the shape of an &quot;L&quot; on her forehead.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-7176590767857604825</id><published>2011-01-20T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T12:17:04.914-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sillyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HELP'/><title type='text'>Ok, I'm ready to play now.</title><content type='html'>I've had a Twitter account forever, but I've never used it on a consisten basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until recently, that is... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;( BTW, sentence fragment much?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any event, I'm on Twitter @ClosedSunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm following your blog &amp;amp; you have a Twitter I could find, I'm now one of your Twerps too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Is that the right word for Twitter Friend?&amp;nbsp; I really don't know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you would please, follow me back &amp;amp; let's get to Tweetin'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-7176590767857604825?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/7176590767857604825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/ok-im-ready-to-play-now.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/7176590767857604825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/7176590767857604825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/ok-im-ready-to-play-now.html' title='Ok, I&apos;m ready to play now.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-5478275382934016758</id><published>2011-01-17T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T20:02:56.131-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for me'/><title type='text'>No turning back!</title><content type='html'>It's here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into the wee hours of the morning, but it's finally done - the tattoo, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love, &lt;em&gt;love, &lt;strong&gt;LOVE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who may not have known, I wanted the tattoo as a memorial for my grandmother &amp;amp; aunt.&amp;nbsp; Both of them loved cats &amp;amp; Egyptian mythology.&amp;nbsp; The Egyptians worshiped cats.&amp;nbsp; Siamese cats in particular were thought to be protectors of the pharaohs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&amp;nbsp;now I have a physical reminder of my protectors -&amp;nbsp;who always have my back, even if I can't see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TTTmdfraZWI/AAAAAAAAAVA/AbUkE4O836Q/s1600/DSCN3818.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TTTmdfraZWI/AAAAAAAAAVA/AbUkE4O836Q/s320/DSCN3818.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-5478275382934016758?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/5478275382934016758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-turning-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/5478275382934016758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/5478275382934016758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-turning-back.html' title='No turning back!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TTTmdfraZWI/AAAAAAAAAVA/AbUkE4O836Q/s72-c/DSCN3818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-1887968719392128481</id><published>2011-01-15T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T00:01:42.037-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ'/><title type='text'>No good deed goes unpunished.</title><content type='html'>The situation with our home has taught me exactly how true that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start at the beginning.&amp;nbsp; DJ used to live in Florida, where he went to school.&amp;nbsp; When he moved back to the area a few years ago there was a house for sale in between his sister &amp;amp; grandmother.&amp;nbsp; Having just been in school he wasn't in a position to buy a house.&amp;nbsp; An angel of a family friend wanted to help because he thought the size of the house &amp;amp; location were perfect for DJ.&amp;nbsp; So this angel bought the property &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;made some modifications with the intention of doing a lease to own agreement with DJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time went on it became apparent that this house really wasn't in the best shape, &amp;amp; not much could be done about it.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't the kind of place DJ could live in forever given that his mobility would be decreasing over time because of the MD.&amp;nbsp; And then to put the cherry on top, I'm in the picture now - so there's two of us, a dog &amp;amp; 2 devil cats living in this very tiny house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the angel does his angel-y (I just make up words sometimes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;You like?) &lt;/em&gt;thing once again, &amp;amp; tells us that he's talked to another business owner/angel in the area, &amp;amp; they're going to build us a brand new house.&amp;nbsp; Not only are they building the house for us, but they're donating the labor - so our cost would be materials &amp;amp; the initial cost of the property - a big ass lot that was cheap because of the house that was on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house was built.&amp;nbsp; We've been living here for almost a year now.&amp;nbsp; Trying to get a mortgage has been the biggest headache ever.&amp;nbsp; Our credit is great, &amp;amp; we have the income to make the payments - but our unusual situation has been a hinderance time &amp;amp; time again.&amp;nbsp; We were actually supposed to settle 4 different time since April of last year, but on the day of our settlement our contact at the bank found some problem...all 4 times.&amp;nbsp; The mortgage lady at the bank is totally disorganized, which added to the issues.&amp;nbsp; The only reason we stayed with that bank is because our initial agreement with them was done in time that allowed us to get the first time homebuyer tax credit.&amp;nbsp; But in the end, we didn't get a mortgage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that we needed a break for a while, but now it's time to get back into the swing of things.&amp;nbsp; So the angel was discussing our situation with the local bank, &amp;amp; we're going to get together as a group to discuss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have all my fingers &amp;amp; toes crossed in hopes that it works out this time, because honestly...I feel like a freaking bum.&amp;nbsp; The angel hasn't asked us to pay rent, because the bank will pay him for the entire cost of the property &amp;amp; new house.&amp;nbsp; And although it doesn't phase him, I feel like a squatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-1887968719392128481?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/1887968719392128481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-good-deed-goes-unpunished.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/1887968719392128481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/1887968719392128481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-good-deed-goes-unpunished.html' title='No good deed goes unpunished.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-388187179997665240</id><published>2011-01-14T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T11:07:00.772-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><title type='text'>What's going on?</title><content type='html'>I've been absent lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had anything very interesting to write about.&amp;nbsp; Things are pretty much the same around here.&amp;nbsp; Although I have finally been spending much more time at home.&amp;nbsp; The holiday season was a killer, &amp;amp; I felt like I was always either working or shopping.&amp;nbsp; So being able to just play&amp;nbsp; Wii &amp;amp; watch movies with DJ has been so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, not much to talk about.&amp;nbsp; Just a few updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I submitted my applications to 2 different nursing schools in the area, one for an RN program &amp;amp; one for an LPN program.&amp;nbsp; I have mixed feelings about the subject.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really want to get my RN&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; be done with it, but that's a very intensive 3 year program.&amp;nbsp; I'm a little worried about being away from DJ so much because he does depend on me for certain things - &amp;amp; that list will just keep on growing as time goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the LPN program only takes a year &amp;amp; a half.&amp;nbsp; The schedule is 3 days a week, so I could technically continue to work 2nd shift instead of make the switch to 3rd.&amp;nbsp; However, being an LPN is not really what I want.&amp;nbsp; LPN jobs are few &amp;amp; far between these days, so it will likely be difficult for me to find a job when I get out of school being that I'll have no experience - unless of course there's one available where I work now, but who knows if there will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have this nagging feeling that because I'm naturally bad in math (&amp;amp; didn't plan on a nursing career when I was in high school) that my math grades will hinder my acceptance to the RN school.&amp;nbsp; That would seriously suck ass, because I know I can do the nursing job.&amp;nbsp; It's not astrophysics or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's the waiting game.&amp;nbsp; Great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto the good news now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My very good friend/co-worker asked me to host her bridal shower!&amp;nbsp; I'm so excited to do it.&amp;nbsp; We're thinking a beach themed shower because she's having a beach themed summer wedding.&amp;nbsp; If anyone has ideas for beachy decorations &amp;amp; party games, please send them my way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DJ &amp;amp; I have a meeting with our local bank in the next few weeks to try to &lt;em&gt;finally &lt;/em&gt;get&amp;nbsp;a mortgage.&amp;nbsp; Have I ever told you the unorthodox circumstances to building our house?&amp;nbsp; I don't think so.&amp;nbsp; I'll have to do that, because it'll make our personal mortgage crisis make a lot more sense.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I think we're on the right track now!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And finally - the tattoo is scheduled for Sunday night with I get home from work!!&amp;nbsp; I'm excited &amp;amp; nervous - really, really nervous.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure why though.&amp;nbsp; I'm not nervous about living with the tattoo, &amp;amp; I think it just may be the idea of it.&amp;nbsp; But anyway, I'm mostly excited &amp;amp; I can't wait to get it done!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'll be sure to keep you updated on all the goings on, &amp;amp; I'll be posting pictures of the tattoo as soon as I can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-388187179997665240?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/388187179997665240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-going-on.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/388187179997665240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/388187179997665240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s going on?'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-3313069386797633405</id><published>2011-01-12T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T20:33:09.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow day!</title><content type='html'>Today was my regularly scheduled day off from work, &amp;amp; thankfully it coincided with the snow storm.&amp;nbsp; I personally think all snow storms should occur on my days off.&amp;nbsp; I wonder who I need to speak with about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the spirit of being snowed in, I rescheduled the vet appointment for the kittens &amp;amp; only made one quick trip out to pick up taco salad supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was spent doing some very minimal shoveling, napping, cleaning a little bit &amp;amp; playing video games with the boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add to the awesomeness of the day, I woke up to find that I very kind person from the business up the street cleared our driveway for us with the snowblower.&amp;nbsp; Yay!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please understand, I have a very long driveway &amp;amp; I'm the only one in this house who can shovel it - so this was like a late Christmas gift for me this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could get someone to do that all the time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-3313069386797633405?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/3313069386797633405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/3313069386797633405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/3313069386797633405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-day.html' title='Snow day!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-2446044540769035498</id><published>2011-01-10T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T23:56:39.085-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><title type='text'>Snow delay</title><content type='html'>The tattoo was supposed to happen tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we're expecting 4-6" of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tattoo guy coming all the way to BFE at 11:30 at night in a snowstorm is a little ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waiting this long, so I'll just have to be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really just want to kick &amp;amp; scream&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; throw a tantrum though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what to write about lately.&amp;nbsp; Just so you know, I do miss all of you!&amp;nbsp; xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-2446044540769035498?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/2446044540769035498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-delay.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/2446044540769035498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/2446044540769035498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-delay.html' title='Snow delay'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-8961333531008313511</id><published>2011-01-09T10:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T10:00:05.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective.</title><content type='html'>The plan for yesterday was for DJ &amp;amp; I to spend the day together doing whatever to celebrate our anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up spending a bug chunk of time watching the coverage of the Arizona shootings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing just how quickly someone's whole life can change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A public appearance by a congresswoman at a grocery store ended in the deaths of too many innocent people, including a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those people woke up with a plan for the day, &amp;amp; now their lives will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The effects of the shooting ripple far beyond those people involved too.&amp;nbsp; There a friends &amp;amp; family members all over who are either thankful their loved ones survived or are&amp;nbsp;mourning the loss of someting irreplacable.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, our lazy Saturday together&amp;nbsp;was a bittersweet reminder of just how lucky we are &amp;amp; just how fleeting moments like these really are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-8961333531008313511?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/8961333531008313511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/perspective.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/8961333531008313511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/8961333531008313511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/perspective.html' title='Perspective.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-6187307902904994407</id><published>2011-01-08T10:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T10:00:03.128-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ'/><title type='text'>I love photo montages...and my boyfriend.</title><content type='html'>Today is the anniversary of the infamous &lt;a href="http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-years-eve-story.html"&gt;first date&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; DJ &amp;amp; I have been together for two years, &amp;amp; we're celebrating by spending the day alone at home - which is going to be awesome after the hustle &amp;amp; bustle of the holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please enjoy my pre-scheduled post, &amp;amp; I'll enjoy my quiet day at home with the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img&amp;nbsp; src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v3722/191/11/1017843688/n1017843688_30204616_888460.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2164/191/11/1017843688/n1017843688_30111582_7802.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs135.snc1/5770_1124643709117_1017843688_30317219_302133_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs135.snc1/5770_1125582412584_1017843688_30319558_6723326_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs067.ash2/36733_1379417598305_1017843688_30845099_284211_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs163.snc1/6090_1108778432495_1017843688_30273355_5426332_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs131.snc3/17844_1183779835645_1262715413_30484244_4883196_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs036.snc4/34154_140276902649059_100000002495534_410930_7725855_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-6187307902904994407?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/6187307902904994407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-love-photo-montagesand-my-boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/6187307902904994407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/6187307902904994407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-love-photo-montagesand-my-boyfriend.html' title='I love photo montages...and my boyfriend.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-8443190663487534797</id><published>2011-01-07T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T00:49:05.330-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sillyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Because I have nothing else to write about.</title><content type='html'>Is Jimmy Fallon not the most adorable thing you've ever seen?&amp;nbsp; I think he might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media-cdn/jj1/headlines/2011/01/jimmy-fallon-rolling-stone-february-2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image from Google.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think his late night show is so underrated.&amp;nbsp; If you haven't seen it, set your DVR - it's very funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've adored Jimmy since the SNL days, &amp;amp; I was always sad that he didn't become the next Adam Sandler after he left.&amp;nbsp; But now I'm glad he's found his niche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as his star rises&amp;nbsp;I'll always remember the good old days when he sang parody jingles for troll dolls (Google it!&amp;nbsp; So funny...)&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; it only cost me $8 to see him at West Chester University.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-8443190663487534797?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/8443190663487534797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/because-i-have-nothing-else-to-write.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/8443190663487534797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/8443190663487534797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/because-i-have-nothing-else-to-write.html' title='Because I have nothing else to write about.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-3950934615758477966</id><published>2011-01-05T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T00:23:41.955-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>I want the cheese curls.</title><content type='html'>It was a hard day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the faves took a major turn for the worse last night, &amp;amp; it kept on going downhill today.&amp;nbsp; He will not be there when I get to work tomorrow, &amp;amp; my heart is breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's kind of a nuissance at times, &amp;amp; he's totally unaware of his surroundings when he comes wheeling down the hallway.&amp;nbsp; But he's also one of the sweetest people you could ever meet in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves every kind of candy under the sun, &amp;amp; he has a cheese curl addiction like no other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When&amp;nbsp;other residents have passed away, I've always made time to spend a few quiet minutes with them so I could say goodbye.&amp;nbsp; It's a bittersweet&amp;nbsp;experience because it's so sad,&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; yet&amp;nbsp;I know that I am blessed to share those moments with people&amp;nbsp;who sometimes have no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight was different.&amp;nbsp; Tonight I heard the other girls talking about how bad he looked &amp;amp; how things were only getting worse.&amp;nbsp; And I found every reason not to walk back that hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's selfish of me not to spend those moments with him, knowing his family wasn't there, but I couldn't bear to see him that way.&amp;nbsp; I don't want the image of him at the end in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the moments when he tried to sneak out of bed late at night because he just couldn't sleep if he didn't have some cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the memories of him calling me "such a kind soul" just because I would help him change &amp;amp; get ready for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the laughter that came along with all the quirky things he said &amp;amp; did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the cheese curls, &amp;amp; I'm going to keep them always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-3950934615758477966?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/3950934615758477966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-want-cheese-curls.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/3950934615758477966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/3950934615758477966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-want-cheese-curls.html' title='I want the cheese curls.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-1224378531743177880</id><published>2011-01-04T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T00:20:06.188-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>What's the difference?</title><content type='html'>I recently found out there's a blog dedicated to complaining about the care provided at the nursing home where I work.&amp;nbsp; It's written anonymously...so naturally, everyone knows who's writing it.&amp;nbsp; Although it's not about me, or anyone I really know directly, the whole thing bothered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I'd love to just come to the defense of all my coworkers, I know I can't.&amp;nbsp; Some of the things that were written are totally true &amp;amp; equally unacceptable.&amp;nbsp; Maybe that's&amp;nbsp; the part that bothers me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headline of the blog says something about the blog's author being "suprised by the vast difference in bringing a new life into this world &amp;amp; ushering an old life out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's actually&amp;nbsp;where I have the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people adore babies.&amp;nbsp; The idea of a newborn baby sends women into a happy frenzy, &amp;amp; as such one of the most coveted jobs in nursing is working in the OBGYN ward with all the newbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, imagine for me what fraction of that number makes up the people who want to work with eldery people as they come to the end of their lives.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;BIG &lt;/em&gt;difference, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's take it one step further &amp;amp; talk about my position, a CNA.&amp;nbsp; I didn't go to nursing school, &amp;amp; I'm only able to do basic care.&amp;nbsp; The biggest part of my job is to assist with activities of daily living:&amp;nbsp; dressing, feeding, toileting, etc.&amp;nbsp; It's an incredibly demanding job - physically, mentally &amp;amp; emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much money do you suppose such a demanding job pays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll save you the suspense...&lt;em&gt;it ain't that much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's&amp;nbsp;get back to the&amp;nbsp;vast difference between a birth&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ushering in that new life is a lot more appealing, &amp;amp; like I said positions in that field of nursing are the proverbial holy grail.&amp;nbsp; I think that alone suggests that better people are going to work in those positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not knocking the home I work for because they do the best they can, but let's face it - a warm body is better than nothing.&amp;nbsp; And there are those emnployees who are not particularly dedicated to their profession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that right?&amp;nbsp; Absolutely not.&amp;nbsp; Is it the hard truth.]?&amp;nbsp; Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm trying to say is, you can't unilaterally decide the nursing home is bad because of a few bad people.&amp;nbsp; Most of us are dedicated &amp;amp; do the best job we can every day.&amp;nbsp; And most of us truly care of the residents we're responsible to take care of.&amp;nbsp; I'm not suggesting we love them more than their families do, but it takes a certain level of&amp;nbsp;affection to change someone's diaper while they're trying to punch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have enough help for the reasons I mentioned before, which puts more of a burden on the people who are there.&amp;nbsp; Whether you're a good egg or a bad egg, you're only one egg - with 12-15 residents to take care of in a shift.&amp;nbsp; Non-essentials sometimes have to be skipped.&amp;nbsp; And with 60 people on a unit, family members need to realize that their loved one cannot always be the number one priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned very soon after starting this job that the only way I'll ever be all to handle on the emotion that goes along with it is to focus on one fact:&amp;nbsp; I do my best everyday, &amp;amp; I give the kind of care I would want my own family to have.&amp;nbsp; That's the only thing I can control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-1224378531743177880?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/1224378531743177880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-difference.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/1224378531743177880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/1224378531743177880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-difference.html' title='What&apos;s the difference?'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-8835809814073535047</id><published>2011-01-03T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T11:14:09.824-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HELP'/><title type='text'>I need your help!</title><content type='html'>I don't know if anyone remembers, but I've decided to get a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wamt two Siamese cats, in memory of my grandmother &amp;amp; aunt who are&amp;nbsp; no longer with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A co-worker's boyfriend is going to do the tattoo for me.&amp;nbsp; And bless is heart, he listed to my random ramblings about what I wanted to come up with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TSH08W_b8CI/AAAAAAAAAU8/eunXpbaaq8Y/s1600/SSPX0162.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TSH08W_b8CI/AAAAAAAAAU8/eunXpbaaq8Y/s320/SSPX0162.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I know it's kind of hard to see, but it's perfect &amp;amp; I love it...&amp;amp; the actual tattoo will be colored in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here's what I need help with:&amp;nbsp; I was originally picturing the cats with wings and/or halos.&amp;nbsp; But now that I've seen this, I'm torn.&amp;nbsp; Do wings and/or halos make it lame?&amp;nbsp; Will they mess up the image?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Please, please, please give me your honest opinion.&amp;nbsp; I'm having trouble making the decision myself, &amp;amp; no one I've asked is giving me a serious answer...except for DJ.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-8835809814073535047?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/8835809814073535047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-need-your-help.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/8835809814073535047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/8835809814073535047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-need-your-help.html' title='I need your help!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TSH08W_b8CI/AAAAAAAAAU8/eunXpbaaq8Y/s72-c/SSPX0162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-8139105516994218760</id><published>2011-01-02T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T11:40:31.122-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sillyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why I&apos;m crazy'/><title type='text'>Shut your pie hole, dork face.</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I know I'm a day behind schedule, but the sentiment is what's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the blog title, which I'm sure you're all wondering about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family was here yesterday for pork &amp;amp; sauerkraut.&amp;nbsp; As is normal for them, there was lots of noise &amp;amp; inappropriate jokes at eachother's expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My MomMom drank a whole bottle of wine before dinner was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle got lost, even though he's been here before, &amp;amp; my aunt was losing her shit in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone always labels their plastic cups so none of the little ones end up accidentially drinking a cocktail instead of fruit punch.&amp;nbsp; Writing ridiculous things on eachother's cups is sort of a loving tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago on our annual family vacation my mom was on the phone with my aunt, who was driving with me.&amp;nbsp; Suddenly, &amp;amp; for no apparent reason, my aunt screamed, "Shut your pie hole!" &amp;amp; hung up on my mother.&amp;nbsp; It was hilarious, &amp;amp; it stuck with her all this time.&amp;nbsp; She even got a "Shut your pie hole" t-shirt for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any event, when she wasn't looking someone wrote "Shut your pie hole, dork face," on her cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She used it all night too.&amp;nbsp; She's a champ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-8139105516994218760?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/8139105516994218760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/shut-your-pie-hole-dork-face.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/8139105516994218760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/8139105516994218760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/shut-your-pie-hole-dork-face.html' title='Shut your pie hole, dork face.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-6457638444597129633</id><published>2010-12-31T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T10:00:06.611-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><title type='text'>A New Year's Eve Story.</title><content type='html'>Two years ago I spent New Year's Eve at my MIL's house, although at that time she was just Jenn's mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got all dressed up &amp;amp; did my hair for the party -&amp;nbsp; but not for DJ.&amp;nbsp; It was another "fancy day" with the bestie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2164/191/11/1017843688/n1017843688_30111532_6263.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestie was in the middle of his tour in Iraq, &amp;amp; so I outlawed military talk while he was home.&amp;nbsp; I told him if he needed to talk he could, but I didn't want anyone else to do it.&amp;nbsp; So naturally, that's all that anyone at the party wanted to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there is a point to my story.&amp;nbsp; It was during all that military talk when DJ noticed it was making me cringe &amp;amp; tried his hardest to distract me from it.&amp;nbsp; It didn't work, but it was a very sweet gesture on his part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after that night that DJ &amp;amp; I started talking amongst ourselves, not just when I was with Jenn.&amp;nbsp; That lead to our "first date."&amp;nbsp; I use the quotes because it wasn't a real date.&amp;nbsp; We made pizza at his house, &amp;amp; then his mother got lost somewhere on the road so we to babysit his little sister while BIL &amp;amp; SIL went to save MIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of how unorthodox it was, we've been together ever since &amp;amp; we'll celebrate two years together in January We have a beautiful home, a herd of furry babies &amp;amp; an all around happy life together.&amp;nbsp; Even though I make fun of our "first date" to this day, I wouldn't have wanted&amp;nbsp;it any other way - just don't tell him that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone!&amp;nbsp; I hope that 2011 is everything you hope it will be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-6457638444597129633?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/6457638444597129633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-years-eve-story.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/6457638444597129633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/6457638444597129633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-years-eve-story.html' title='A New Year&apos;s Eve Story.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-1256029859370844524</id><published>2010-12-30T10:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T01:09:58.657-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriously?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Causes'/><title type='text'>Executions for everyone!</title><content type='html'>As I was reading the news this morning I stumbled across this little &lt;a href="http://msn.foxsports.com/nfl/story/Tucker-Carlson-says-Philadelphia-Eagles-Michael-Vick-should-have-been-executed-for-killing-dogs-122910"&gt;gem&lt;/a&gt;, courtesy of Tucker Carlson at Fox News.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't feel like reading it, Tucker says that NFL quaterback Michael Vick should have received the death penalty instead of time in jail for dog fighting charges from a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where, oh where, do I begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say first &amp;amp; foremost, I am one of the biggest animal lovers you will ever meet in your life.&amp;nbsp; I have a page on my blog dedicated to my pets.&amp;nbsp; I have to change the channel when the sad SPCA commercials come on.&amp;nbsp; I have to shield my eyes when I see an animal that's been hit by a car.&amp;nbsp; And growing up with a dad who hunted constantly was a challenge for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll also cop to the fact that when the Eagles signed Michael Vick I wasn't all warm &amp;amp; fuzzy about him getting a second chance at being a millionaire.&amp;nbsp; I said, on more than one occasion, that he should have had to work a 9-5 everyday like the rest of us instead of living a lavish life.&amp;nbsp; However, as time has gone on, I've realized that he's paid his debt for his actions &amp;amp; 19 months of confinement from his family &amp;amp; his freedom was enough of a punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for as angry as I was (&amp;amp; trust me, I can get pretty angry), I &lt;em&gt;never &lt;/em&gt;would have suggested that he deserved to die for that behavior - and that is because I am a rational person.&amp;nbsp; What normal person would come to the conclusion that animal abuse warrants death, even when there's such debate about whether or not it's fair punishment for murdering a person?&amp;nbsp; And even if you think it, who goes on TV &amp;amp; says it to the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, please understand that I am not excusing Michael Vick's actions at all.&amp;nbsp; What he did was totally unacceptable, &amp;amp; there is no excuse for his behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's call this what it is, Fox News.&amp;nbsp; This is not about Michael Vick.&amp;nbsp; This is one more reason to disagree with the president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm a Christian. I've made mistakes myself. I believe fervently in second chances," Carlson said. "But Michael Vick killed dogs, and he did in a heartless and cruel way. And I think, personally, he should've been executed for that. He wasn't, but the idea that the president of the United States would be getting behind someone who murdered dogs? Kind of beyond the pale."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard&amp;nbsp;for you&amp;nbsp;to believe the president would stand behind someone who killed dogs?&amp;nbsp; The president - the most powerful man in the free world, who at times has to make decisions that mean innocent people will be killed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question to Tucker is this:&amp;nbsp; where do we draw the line on second chances?&amp;nbsp; Who decides what is forgivable, &amp;amp; what is punishable by death?&amp;nbsp; You?&amp;nbsp; I surely hope not, because it's obvious that your judgement is somewhat lacking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-1256029859370844524?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/1256029859370844524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/executions-for-everyone.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/1256029859370844524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/1256029859370844524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/executions-for-everyone.html' title='Executions for everyone!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-7891747806579046</id><published>2010-12-28T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T09:42:33.945-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HELP'/><title type='text'>I guess if I have to.</title><content type='html'>It's 9:30 in the morning.&amp;nbsp; I had to set the dreaded alarm to wake up this morning, which I never have to do (thank you 2nd shift!).&amp;nbsp; I'm currently &lt;strike&gt;blogging &lt;/strike&gt;getting ready because I have to leave the house in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm going to a freaking crappy buffet with my freaking coworkers to exchange gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I ever agree to this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I didn't.&amp;nbsp; The coworkers I'm not all warm &amp;amp; fuzzy about decided on this plan - because none of them have anything to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look fellow bloggers, I know I watch a lot of Maury &amp;amp; Springer before work, but I do actually get a lot of things done.&amp;nbsp; I have to cook a meal, tend to the animals, help DJ get up &amp;amp; dress, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have time to drive to sed crappy buffet, pretend to like the people I'm there with &amp;amp; then turn around &amp;amp; come back home so I can rush to get DJ &amp;amp; I ready.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, did I mention I have to go to work later?&amp;nbsp; That's right.&amp;nbsp; So I should be eating crappy buffet, &amp;amp; then&amp;nbsp; going to work at my very physical job for 8 hours tonight.&amp;nbsp; Good plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the people who planned this adventure have no clue - one is on medical leave, one is on a month long vacation &amp;amp; the other is a charge nurse who never leaves the damn desk all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what the icing on the cake is too?&amp;nbsp; I decided not to go last week, &amp;amp; then one of the coworkers I do like says, "You're the only reason I'm going."&amp;nbsp; Guilt trip much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I agreed...&amp;amp; now she's not sure if she's going.&amp;nbsp; Her BF has to get a drug test for his new job, which is actually very important...but how could she leave me with these sucky people that we can't stand?&amp;nbsp; Who will sit with me &amp;amp; judge them?&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Sniffles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding?&amp;nbsp; I don't need help with the judging part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will feel lonely, so think of me.&amp;nbsp; Wish me a speedy lunch with no traffic on the way back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-7891747806579046?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/7891747806579046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-guess-if-i-have-to.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/7891747806579046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/7891747806579046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-guess-if-i-have-to.html' title='I guess if I have to.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-310326732711172796</id><published>2010-12-27T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T10:37:44.964-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><title type='text'>Only 363 more days!</title><content type='html'>I had a wonderful (but hectic) Christmas, &amp;amp; I hope it went well for all of you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had DJ's family over for lunch on Christmas Eve.&amp;nbsp; I made chicken parm &amp;amp; spaghetti.&amp;nbsp; Yum!&amp;nbsp; Afterwards we exchanged gifts.&amp;nbsp; DJ's mom got us a Wii!&amp;nbsp; And DJ's little sister loved the iPod touch we got her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRixiIp6ybI/AAAAAAAAAUA/LeKsLxi32K4/s1600/DSCN3745.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRixiIp6ybI/AAAAAAAAAUA/LeKsLxi32K4/s320/DSCN3745.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRixkQRdtSI/AAAAAAAAAUE/sHgVxdh8b7E/s1600/DSCN3748.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRixkQRdtSI/AAAAAAAAAUE/sHgVxdh8b7E/s320/DSCN3748.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRixoOpHuGI/AAAAAAAAAUI/t6nYWuFhOlQ/s1600/DSCN3753.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRixoOpHuGI/AAAAAAAAAUI/t6nYWuFhOlQ/s320/DSCN3753.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRixqk6fRcI/AAAAAAAAAUM/h6V5ZkAPh_M/s1600/DSCN3754.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRixqk6fRcI/AAAAAAAAAUM/h6V5ZkAPh_M/s320/DSCN3754.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I went to my mom's house for our annual Christmas Eve party.&amp;nbsp; I was exhausted by that time, &amp;amp; I swore I wasn't going to stay very late at all - so naturally I drove my aunt home at 10:00.&amp;nbsp; Just for the record, she was also "not staying very late."&amp;nbsp; You can see how well that worked out for us.&amp;nbsp; But, it was a great party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas morning I headed back to my mom's to open gifts with our immediate family - &amp;amp; by immediately&amp;nbsp;family I mean14 of us.&amp;nbsp; It was chaos as usual, but I wouldn't trade it for anything - except maybe a venue that wasn't 45 minutes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRix2ZMLWeI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/s6UvS-HLP9g/s1600/DSCN3761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRix2ZMLWeI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/s6UvS-HLP9g/s320/DSCN3761.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRix5BucuSI/AAAAAAAAAUU/sLtfYNI2Edo/s1600/DSCN3767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRix5BucuSI/AAAAAAAAAUU/sLtfYNI2Edo/s320/DSCN3767.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRix8Nx6jKI/AAAAAAAAAUY/LPYIGZ7kLik/s1600/DSCN3769.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRix8Nx6jKI/AAAAAAAAAUY/LPYIGZ7kLik/s320/DSCN3769.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRix_h78htI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tUNY78q0woE/s1600/DSCN3773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRix_h78htI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tUNY78q0woE/s320/DSCN3773.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it off, my mom, stepdad &amp;amp; sister came over for lunch yesterday so we could exchange gifts with DJ. My mom got us a ton of cute stuff for the house, my favorite of which is zebra accessories for my bathroom. It looks so good with the teal paint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRiyRL6MrdI/AAAAAAAAAUg/uFnxbCW_U7E/s1600/DSCN3794.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRiyRL6MrdI/AAAAAAAAAUg/uFnxbCW_U7E/s320/DSCN3794.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRiyVNkfVmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/IpWzwv14mAg/s1600/DSCN3798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRiyVNkfVmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/IpWzwv14mAg/s320/DSCN3798.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRiyZBd8hQI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Nslayl-TBZg/s1600/DSCN3790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRiyZBd8hQI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Nslayl-TBZg/s320/DSCN3790.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ &amp;amp; I got my sister her very first guitar.&amp;nbsp; She's taking lessons at school this year &amp;amp; she loves it.&amp;nbsp; DJ is a&amp;nbsp; fantastic&amp;nbsp; guitar player, so he was really excited to give it to her - &amp;amp; she loved it, although she was a little too shy to play for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRiyiJekIjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/_j7lXBqWcGo/s1600/DSCN3800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRiyiJekIjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/_j7lXBqWcGo/s320/DSCN3800.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRiymY3QEII/AAAAAAAAAUw/fMx_R5dyIu4/s1600/DSCN3801.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRiymY3QEII/AAAAAAAAAUw/fMx_R5dyIu4/s320/DSCN3801.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRiypZiTFcI/AAAAAAAAAU0/p462kscNtN0/s1600/DSCN3802.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRiypZiTFcI/AAAAAAAAAU0/p462kscNtN0/s320/DSCN3802.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family left in the early afternoon, &amp;amp; DJ &amp;amp; I spent the rest of the day hidden from the outside world.&amp;nbsp; I gotta tell you, after all that crazyness, being alone was the best part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a busy&amp;nbsp; week, &amp;amp; I can't promise I'll be back before then.&amp;nbsp; If I don't get a chance to say it, Happy New Year to you &amp;amp; yours from me &amp;amp; mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-310326732711172796?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/310326732711172796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/only-363-more-days.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/310326732711172796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/310326732711172796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/only-363-more-days.html' title='Only 363 more days!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRixiIp6ybI/AAAAAAAAAUA/LeKsLxi32K4/s72-c/DSCN3745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-4112102229520987019</id><published>2010-12-23T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T01:10:42.410-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sillyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Thursday?</title><content type='html'>This totally should have been my Wordless Wednesday picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebs.icanhascheezburger.com/2010/12/20/funny-celebrity-pictures-yukon-cornelius/"&gt;&lt;img alt="funny celebrity pictures - Yukon Cornelius" height="394" src="http://roflrazzi.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/funny-celebrity-pictures-yukon-cornelius.jpg" title="funny celebrity pictures - Yukon Cornelius" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://celebs.icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;Lol Celebs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-4112102229520987019?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/4112102229520987019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/wordless-thursday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/4112102229520987019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/4112102229520987019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/wordless-thursday.html' title='Wordless Thursday?'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-83273311393169965</id><published>2010-12-22T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T11:56:39.037-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Hops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sillyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday:  Santa's (Un)Happy Helper.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/search/label/Wordless%20Wednesday/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m300/linder4/pinkframe-1-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRItTUKtctI/AAAAAAAAAT0/pbIpFwZotHg/s1600/DSCN3703.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRItTUKtctI/AAAAAAAAAT0/pbIpFwZotHg/s320/DSCN3703.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know if it was the antlers, or me...probably me.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-83273311393169965?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/83273311393169965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/wordless-wednesday-santas-unhappy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/83273311393169965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/83273311393169965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/wordless-wednesday-santas-unhappy.html' title='Wordless Wednesday:  Santa&apos;s (Un)Happy Helper.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TRItTUKtctI/AAAAAAAAAT0/pbIpFwZotHg/s72-c/DSCN3703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-3592176108200328725</id><published>2010-12-21T10:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T10:00:05.846-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><title type='text'>No, I won't wear the antlers!</title><content type='html'>DJ has a very large extended family.&amp;nbsp; My MIL is one of 6 children, all of whom who have children &amp;amp; grandchildren - lots of 'em.&amp;nbsp; Every year they get the whole family together shortly before Christmas because everyone is doing their own thing on the actual day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Sunday afternoon was at the party.&amp;nbsp; It's loud &amp;amp; chaotic, but I think that's the way family is supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every household is asked to bring a covered dish, a dessert item &amp;amp; drinks to share.&amp;nbsp; I planned on taking pot roast in the crockpot - but the roast wasn't&amp;nbsp; defrosted in the morning, even though it had been sitting out overtnight. FML.&amp;nbsp; As a last minute substitute, I made pasta with sausage &amp;amp; cheese instead.&amp;nbsp; It was yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago another blogger shared a recipe for pummkin pie dip.&amp;nbsp; You essentially make the guts of the pie, &amp;amp; use ginger snaps or apple slices for dipping.&amp;nbsp; It was super easy to make, &amp;amp; turned out really well - but no one but BIL touched it.&amp;nbsp; I don't think anyone knew what it was honestly.&amp;nbsp; Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a raffle to raise money for the next big party, Easter.&amp;nbsp; We also played some games &amp;amp; a whole lot of bingo.&amp;nbsp; By the end of the party, DJ &amp;amp; I both had our fill of the togetherness - but all-in-all, it was a really fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TQ-B4FI-kRI/AAAAAAAAATk/SAuQ5Ac50X4/s1600/DSCN3702.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Just answer the questions &amp;amp; link up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questions: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. What will your Christmas dinner consist of?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're having a Christmas Eve lunch with the boyfriend's family.&amp;nbsp; I'm planning on chicken parm &amp;amp; spaghetti, salad, beer bread &amp;amp; who knows what else.&amp;nbsp; My family will have more traditional food (ham, turkey, etc), but we don't have a sit down meal.&amp;nbsp; We just have sandwiches, potato/macaroni salad &amp;amp; other finger foods.&amp;nbsp; And we never forget the Polish food!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's nice, because extended family &amp;amp; friends come &amp;amp; go throughout the night, &amp;amp; every eats what they want when they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Do you watch commercials or flip through the channels?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do a little of both.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I'm too impatient to wait, &amp;amp; other times I just have to watch because the commercials are so funny.&amp;nbsp; Did anyone else see the Penelope Cruz commercial for Kahluah??&amp;nbsp; Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. How long will you leave your Christmas decorations up?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family will be here on New Year's Day for pork &amp;amp; sauerkraut, so I'll keep them up until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. What movie makes you cry every time you watch it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steel Magnolias.&amp;nbsp; No matter how many times I see it, it gets me everytime.&amp;nbsp; You would think I'd learn my lesson after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ORnfdCKne9g/StfkyyAK6BI/AAAAAAAAAV0/zXSuM1MC7cc/s800/Steel+Magnolia+Armadillo+Groom+Cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The armadillo cake is one of the funnier points in the movie.&amp;nbsp; If you haven't seen it, you must!&amp;nbsp; Total chick flick, but I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Do you have a Facebook?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes - &amp;amp; I'm an addict.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-8013722655533551817?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/8013722655533551817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/meet-me-on-monday.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/8013722655533551817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/8013722655533551817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/meet-me-on-monday.html' title='Meet me on Monday'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ORnfdCKne9g/StfkyyAK6BI/AAAAAAAAAV0/zXSuM1MC7cc/s72-c/Steel+Magnolia+Armadillo+Groom+Cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-395979185827749962</id><published>2010-12-18T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T10:00:05.439-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><title type='text'>On tap for today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Late lunch at the Middle Eastern restaurant to deliver Scentsy stuff to a friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stopping at my mom's (ughhh...) to drop of pictures of sister &amp;amp; I&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Picking up&amp;nbsp; the last&amp;nbsp;gift for the boyfriend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buying gift cards for the people who are too hard to buy for&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding a mega roll of wrapping paper for the ridiculous box sister's gift came in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trip to the grocery store for pot roast &amp;amp; pumpkin pie dip supplies.&amp;nbsp; Christmas party on Sunday!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(Try to) Figure out what the hell is wrong with the vacuumm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laundry, housework, blah, blah, blah, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;What is everyone else up to this weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-395979185827749962?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/395979185827749962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-tap-for-today.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/395979185827749962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/395979185827749962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-tap-for-today.html' title='On tap for today.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-5798528288255242557</id><published>2010-12-17T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T10:30:16.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first tradition.</title><content type='html'>This is the first Christmas DJ &amp;amp; I are spending in our house,&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; now we have a tradition to go along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I participated in an ornament swap organized by lovely Brittany at &lt;a href="http://brittanyjohnson87.blogspot.com/"&gt;Unexpected Surprises&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp; I was paired with the equally lovely Becky from &lt;a href="http://thedetailsareinthefabric.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Details are in the Fabric.&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kKwi9-KBtUo/TNQsxZDvJaI/AAAAAAAAEdE/7M6UroCl7xU/S220/christmasornblog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pacakge arrived a few days ago &amp;amp; I was so excited to see my ornament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a tradition in Becky's family, &amp;amp; she decided to pass it on to my family.&amp;nbsp; I LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know, the pickle ornament gets hidden in the tree.&amp;nbsp; The first person who finds the tree has good luck for the entire new year!&amp;nbsp; If a little one finds the pickle, he or she gets something extra special from Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stepdad's parents always had a pickle on their tree...and I n&lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to be the one who hides the pickle somewhere deep in the tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Becky - thank you, thank you, thank you!!&amp;nbsp; I love it, &amp;amp; I only hope that you like your ornament just as much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TQuBv1dRuLI/AAAAAAAAAS8/q5CSqLf-dU4/s1600/DSCN3698.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TQuBv1dRuLI/AAAAAAAAAS8/q5CSqLf-dU4/s320/DSCN3698.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I got my package in the mail yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a special&amp;nbsp;post planned - now I just have to find the time to work on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-2396211912825265484?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/2396211912825265484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/coming-soon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/2396211912825265484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/2396211912825265484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/coming-soon.html' title='Coming soon...'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-2697383124021750277</id><published>2010-12-14T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T23:59:34.092-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Oh, Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/search/label/Wordless%20Wednesday/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m300/linder4/pinkframe-1-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TQhK2YkXMFI/AAAAAAAAAS4/GA3LEteaFxI/s1600/tree.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TQhK2YkXMFI/AAAAAAAAAS4/GA3LEteaFxI/s640/tree.bmp" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-2697383124021750277?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/2697383124021750277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-christmas-tree.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/2697383124021750277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/2697383124021750277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-christmas-tree.html' title='Oh, Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TQhK2YkXMFI/AAAAAAAAAS4/GA3LEteaFxI/s72-c/tree.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-6651859869537543153</id><published>2010-12-13T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T12:59:43.446-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So ghetto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sillyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country Living'/><title type='text'>With a capital "G."</title><content type='html'>As you probably know I'm a transplant to the rural area where I live.&amp;nbsp; I was born in raised in the city, &amp;amp; I embraced my ghetto roots this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably be ashamed of what I did, but instead I'm going to&amp;nbsp;share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used a box of generic Tuna Helper to make tuna noodle casserole for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't get much more ghetto than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, I need to go grocery shopping.&amp;nbsp; As I was looking through the cabinets last night deciding what to defrost, I saw the Walmart "tuna skillet" dinner staring back at me &amp;amp; thought, "I've got bread crumbs &amp;amp; frozen peas.&amp;nbsp; Hrmmm..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dinner was born -&amp;nbsp;no defrosting necessary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ate a few spoonfuls after it came out of the oven, &amp;amp; I have to say that it was pretty friggin' tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can take the girl out of the city,&amp;nbsp; but you'll never take the city out of the girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-6651859869537543153?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/6651859869537543153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/with-capital-g.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/6651859869537543153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/6651859869537543153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/with-capital-g.html' title='With a capital &quot;G.&quot;'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-3550985914730746885</id><published>2010-12-11T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T23:59:26.744-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><title type='text'>What are you waiting for?</title><content type='html'>Please, please, please stop by my cousin's new blog &lt;a href="http://through-the-river.blogspot.com/"&gt;Through the River and Over the Woods.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got lots of tales about college life - everything from finals to Quidditch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll love it, so follow her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a very sweet girl,&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; I'm sure she'd be glad to follow you back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-3550985914730746885?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/3550985914730746885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-are-you-waiting-for.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/3550985914730746885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/3550985914730746885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-are-you-waiting-for.html' title='What are you waiting for?'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-136819563709177618</id><published>2010-12-11T00:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T00:44:56.337-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Is it foul smelling?</title><content type='html'>The first few times a nurse asked me that question I was a little surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, &lt;em&gt;isn't the answer obvious?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who may be new here -&amp;nbsp; I'm talking about poo...not the honey-loving bear, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I quickly learned that not all of it is foul smelling...at least not to a health care employee.&amp;nbsp; So, as you might imagine, if one of us thinks it's foul smelling, it means there's likely some kind of problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stop talking about stinky stuff, at least for now.&amp;nbsp; Hope I haven't lost everyone or the rest of this post is going to be rather lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of all this was to say that I've learned a host of &lt;strike&gt;icky&lt;/strike&gt; interesting things since becomming a CNA.&amp;nbsp; I decided to look for some buttons or stickers or other little doo-dads with CNA humor to get to my co-workers for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my search I came across all kinds of jokes about bedpans, incontinent pads &amp;amp; "sweatin' with the oldies."&amp;nbsp; Trust me, we love us some toilet humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there was something a little more grown-up, which really resonated with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(And this is the part where I get all emotional &amp;amp; stuff.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quote I found was intended for recent Nursing Assistant graduates &amp;amp; read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Of all the skills you will ever learn, the greatest one you will ever hold is the caring touch of a loving heart."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about this simple statement I'm reminded of all the smiles, laughter, &amp;amp; joy that go hand in hand with all the yucky stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to pay attention to whether the BM is foul smelling, put ointment on someone's prolapsed uterus &amp;amp; all the other strange things I do in a "normal" work day, because my job is to love people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of us are lucky enough to say that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-136819563709177618?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/136819563709177618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/is-it-foul-smelling.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/136819563709177618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/136819563709177618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/is-it-foul-smelling.html' title='Is it foul smelling?'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-4038006338750654783</id><published>2010-12-10T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T10:21:34.782-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazy Sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Close the curtains &amp; lock the doors.</title><content type='html'>I have been really looking forward to this weekend, because it's my first full weekend off in a while.&amp;nbsp; When you do the kind of work I do, two consecutive days off is the best thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was on Wednesday, praying for the week to move quickly toward my weekend off &amp;amp; cookie baking with Jill - and then a coworker asked me to switch Saturdays.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow is her son's 2nd birthday, &amp;amp; she would have had to leave his party early for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm working Saturday.&amp;nbsp; No weekend off.&amp;nbsp; No cookie baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I've got is Sunday.&amp;nbsp; And as such, I've cancelled all my plans for that day.&amp;nbsp; That day is going to be for DJ &amp;amp; I.&amp;nbsp; Because when I do have days off, I'm always running around - but not on Sunday.&amp;nbsp; We're going to shut out the world &amp;amp; have a whole day together, which I'm really, really looking foward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's other good news on the horizon too!&amp;nbsp; Since I'm working this Saturday, I have off next Saturday - which means a 3 day weekend for this girl!&amp;nbsp; Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family Christmas festivities begin next weekend too, which is also something I'm looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just a few more gifts to pick up, &amp;amp; then all the work that goes into this holiday is done &amp;amp; it's time to just sit back &amp;amp; enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-4038006338750654783?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/4038006338750654783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/close-curtains-lock-doors.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/4038006338750654783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/4038006338750654783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/close-curtains-lock-doors.html' title='Close the curtains &amp; lock the doors.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-1771585438205176494</id><published>2010-12-09T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T00:04:53.642-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HELP'/><title type='text'>Where, oh where?</title><content type='html'>I've decided I'm finally ready to get a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I want.&amp;nbsp; Someone whose work I trust is going to do it.&amp;nbsp; There's just one variable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tattoo is going to be a tribute to a few very important loved ones that are no longer with me, so I want people to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I don't want a tattoo on my arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate tattoos on arms, I just don't think it's what I want for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theoretically, I'd like it on my shoulder or&amp;nbsp;my back, but no one will see it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if being able to show it off is truly important to me, I guess I'm looking at arm or leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-1771585438205176494?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/1771585438205176494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/where-oh-where.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/1771585438205176494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/1771585438205176494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/where-oh-where.html' title='Where, oh where?'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-8016644400617162253</id><published>2010-12-08T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T10:26:24.114-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><title type='text'>It's a family thing.</title><content type='html'>Good news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another beloved cousin started a blog!&amp;nbsp; Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited to have her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit her new blog &lt;a href="http://through-the-river.blogspot.com/2010/12/well-hey-there.html?showComment=1291820575339_AIe9_BHyPBi2A2yv-np7tJ6nJy_-94t-Sfr0pbpscZb7LtdK-S9hI1eFt1fJ-qghnh77V0BOY6m-3-h_IctadyCMiFb_gN14-025c5ssOSgJNH4dkGNfE09YC1RKkFDyOCErPRRByj7ooH9XrXKSEC22eD43Z41GBBgFoVzb4d8CWlx_PL1P4TB1amCfM7nYP6v96wRMwZol6cn3y6NuEk458rBZRjUCJ_shQ3mZyfntiRHZbhhzAzto1RxtVwGfwIwjDH4Dv_WYy5D6Stz1SgqnHe1Jy96Ci1Pg2mLsCgdCUBLZvYikYQCB08JCBLoijapc-fvUvh8YrgYMz8I3FcQBaMietDz-Kb_60g3y0y7whLzmbh4iflVfL5F2ht65y9L-C1HgsTTgYgeFdb6N_x62H8vjQ3D0j0D9tUmF4KMGAiAfDoFD36F82l2nurOYSyH0UpxyZMrGQ2Y18-nxQjivgHIRYrRbCYPzWw3OoS2v8o4bcKeS4lYwDeYqPJn_giQBaFRyEh_0kPj977IFgEi9Yui_5MhthPh7_55lMVMoI_bKTEVMjHDJ8EQH0RkN-owQMZTXVapLRPKmdgNmBYbCX4c7Tm7VRHnvHTm8Z4HnoeUAR8kdGhfjxSGdUBgMq03F8ie4NIe8UTSI6aGPIYJpipq0THUy9BszDZN4Fh-zSGgNnpcTVLezpRVjFvojiUsqTM20sDBZolCAFWBSuGzoATh2EGutsONMYZC95hAgzTpm2c4eLnndnB3t0fqjsX585io4_ekFOlc9jiTki8SKFdqS1YdXgPpfjSycoIHJwxd_AspmaHA#c7852921007336230694"&gt;Through the River &amp;amp; Over the Woods&lt;/a&gt;, &amp;amp; become a follower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-8016644400617162253?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/8016644400617162253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-family-thing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/8016644400617162253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/8016644400617162253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-family-thing.html' title='It&apos;s a family thing.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120793726545001302.post-9075309232272965267</id><published>2010-12-06T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T15:16:26.603-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HELP'/><title type='text'>What do you do when you don't know what to do?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I got a voicemail from a high school friend that I hadn't heard from in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent her a message on Facebook a few weeks ago asking for her new address so&amp;nbsp; I could mail a Christmas card.&amp;nbsp; I never heard back from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't listen to the message until this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's no longer living in Florida, the place that she moved to earlier this year.&amp;nbsp; She has been fired from her job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is deeply, deeply troubled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to her today, &amp;amp; it was like she wasn't even there.&amp;nbsp; It was a shell of the person I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said things that made no sense at all, &amp;amp; other things that were very concerning.&amp;nbsp; Things that make me glad to know she is now not allowed to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would ever expect to be glad for something like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is&amp;nbsp;a person who has always had &lt;em&gt;issues&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The kind that are taboo to discuss, even at this point in time.&amp;nbsp; The kind that have, at times, made it difficult for her&amp;nbsp;to do everyday things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite that, she has always been a great friend to me.&amp;nbsp; Even at a time in my life when I was making the worst possible decisions, she never looked at me with judgement.&amp;nbsp; She was nothing but supportive &amp;amp; understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, when the little issues have piled into a&amp;nbsp;mountain so big it seems she'll never be able to climb it, I want to do the same thing for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know how.&amp;nbsp; I don't know where to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/120793726545001302-9075309232272965267?l=closedsunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/feeds/9075309232272965267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-do-you-do-when-you-dont-know-what.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/9075309232272965267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/120793726545001302/posts/default/9075309232272965267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedsunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-do-you-do-when-you-dont-know-what.html' title='What do you do when you don&apos;t know what to do?'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671430769448788032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0kPflnQWeM/TUrVTNgmvgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aYtOWgCVWRo/s220/ricky.me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
