<?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-24492444</id><updated>2011-06-17T20:27:46.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet and Twisted Life</title><subtitle type='html'>“Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow.”  ~Albert Einstein</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-2075620596940961655</id><published>2008-06-16T19:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:11:21.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my teeth :(</title><content type='html'>Remind me to never do that again!  Having my 4 wisdom teeth taken out was worse than what I thought it was going to be.  The only thing that went well was the drugs!!  Gotta love the drugs, man!  We got there about 1 hour before the procedure and the had me take a pill that would allow for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; sedation.  Ever heard of it?  Love it!  I was loopy-er than normal by the time I went in for the extraction.  Then they gave me laughing gas.  The Dr. told me I would probably fall asleep because most patients do.  I didn't.  According to the dentist I was singing and laughing and having a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; time.  My husband said that the dentist told him that I was his funniest patient ever.  Why does that not surprise me?  During the procedure I clearly remember the dentist laughing &amp;amp; saying "She won't remember any of this".  I said to myself I am too gonna remember this.  And that was exactly all I remember about the procedure was him saying that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was great when we left and requested a chocolate shake.  Hubby obliged. He was so good taking care of me.  I remember having to watch myself in the car mirror &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I couldn't feel a thing.  That shake was dripping out of my mouth just as fast as I could shove it in.  Dancer brought me home and I slept on the couch for awhile.  When I woke up, the drugs had worn off and I was in pain.  Also, I was spitting blood.  That freaked me out.  I was scared, upset and sore.  I took a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vicodin&lt;/span&gt; (love that stuff) and had dancer call the dentist (after hours even) because I was so frightened by the amount of blood. He said it was normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember much about the rest of that eve or the next day.  I basically stayed on the couch and made sure I took my pain pill and I slept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;.  I had a liquid diet until Monday and a soft food diet until Thursday.  Surprisingly I didn't loose any weight.  I don't know why?  You would think that a person consuming only ice cream for days at a time would loose some weight, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a little over a week now.  I eat what I want and swish with salt water after every meal.  I have ugly black holes where my teeth once were.  It will take up to 6 weeks for those to fill in.  They don't mention that kind of stuff til after the procedure.  I  told dancer that I miss my teeth.  I apparently used them quite often.  Now I just get junk stuck in the holes.  I think I am having phantom pains, is what I have been telling my hubby, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-2075620596940961655?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/2075620596940961655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=2075620596940961655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/2075620596940961655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/2075620596940961655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-miss-my-teeth.html' title='I miss my teeth :('/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-1295435760850674429</id><published>2008-06-05T19:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T10:20:27.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a whirlwind</title><content type='html'>The last couple of weeks have been crazy. The kiddos at school were acting like monkeys. Teachers had testing to wrap up and check out lists to complete. The last week of school was fun.  We did things like bubble day, game day, kickball, art and math day and we even had a business day.  The kids had to create a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;businees&lt;/span&gt; and sell a product to other consumers (2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade classes).  They enjoyed learning about the economy process and really enjoyed the outcome.  We had classes selling popcorn, lemonade, bookmarks,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chex&lt;/span&gt; mix, cookies and milk.  A week before the kiddos earned fake money with good behavior and expectations.  They would also loose money if they had to pay me for my services of reminding them to be quiet or follow directions, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;, it worked great!  School finally let out June 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago I was asked to move to Kindergarten! Two new classes were opening and they needed someone who knew the Kinder staff and had experience down there. I told them if this was last year I would be all over it. I love Kinder, but I now love 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade more.  2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade is where my heart is.  If I went to Kinder it would be like starting all over again.  I asked my principal if it was a sure thing and she made it sound like I didn't have a choice.  She said she would let me know for sure by the end of that week.  I cried.  I was so stressed out.  My second grade team was unhappy.  The kindergarten staff took me out for lunch.  They are all so great.  I would enjoy working with them.  I told them it was nothing against them, but I really wanted to stay in 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade.  I think a lot of people were talking.  I went to the principal and told her that if I had a choice and if I have any say in the decisions within the school ( I wasn't the only one getting moved around) I told her that I want to stay in 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;.  I told her that I understood that she needed to make changes and that I was honored that she thought I would do great in Kinder, but 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; is where I wanted to be.  Friday morning came and I was the first person she spoke to and she told me I was staying in 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;.  I was so happy I cried again!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our second grade teachers has decided to become a librarian at a new school. She had a room with a window. My room does not have a window.  I requested her room and got it. So, for the last 2 days I have been moving out of my room into a new room.  It is amazing how much I accumulated in just 1 year of teaching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in about 20 minutes I am headed to the dentist.  I am having my wisdom teeth pulled, all four of them.  Its not that I don't have room for them.  I have grown very fond of them since I have had them for 17 years now.  I ended up with a cavity in one.  It got filled but the nerve never recovered.  It has hurt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;for awhile&lt;/span&gt; and the dentist suggested since I don't really need that tooth, to just take it out rather than trying a root canal. He also said if I am going to go through the pain of having 1 removed, I might as well do them all because eventually it is highly likely the same thing will happen to the others and I would be back later doing the same thing.  So I am sitting here waiting for the appointment.  I have not eaten because they said not to.  I am starving at the moment.  I am also very nervous.  I will be taking a pill that will provide &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; sedation.  Ever heard of it?  I have never heard of it, but it is suppose to work great.  They say it makes you loopy.  I asked what happens if you are already loopy? ha! My darling husband is gonna take care of me when I'm done.  I love that about him.  I can depend on him for things like this.  I don't think I could depend on my ex for anything but trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways I got to go.  Next time I log I will have 4 less teeth :(  Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-1295435760850674429?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/1295435760850674429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=1295435760850674429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/1295435760850674429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/1295435760850674429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-whirlwind.html' title='What a whirlwind'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-6923132962240967330</id><published>2008-05-15T20:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T21:00:19.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not happy</title><content type='html'>So I spoke to soon.  Dell called today and said due to some problem they are no longer making the flamingo pink computers.  Say what?! How in the heck did I get the pink mouse that they mailed?!!  They are gonna send me the pink matching mouse and then turn around and say I have to pick a different color computer?  I don't think so.  Why is it that Dancer has had this computer on order for at least month now and they tell us that they can't do pink 1 day before it is suppose to arrive?  I can tell you I am not a happy camper at the moment.  Argggh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-6923132962240967330?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/6923132962240967330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=6923132962240967330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/6923132962240967330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/6923132962240967330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-happy.html' title='not happy'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-3766554751898100867</id><published>2008-05-14T21:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:07:54.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;First, my husband is the best ever!! Here is what happened....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dancer and I were having a conversation one night and I asked him to plan our anniversary and to please make it a surprise. I then explained that since we have been married that he doesn't surprise me anymore. Uh, wrong thing to say. Unfortunately he took it that I was saying he never does anything. I tried to explain that I think he is great and he does a lot, but I would like to be surprised once in awhile. I think I hurt his feelings, because he ignored me for awhile. What I didn't know was that he was planning a surprise, but could not say anything because it was a surprise! lol Being a woman, I bring the subject up again the next night asking him if he was done being mad at me. hahaha why is it that I can't just drop the subject and move on??? because I want a surprise. Anyhoo, a day later Dancer come home with a package. He says I got a surprise for you. I got all excited! I opened the package and it was a hot pink mouse!!! Yes, I am easily surprised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Background=Dancer said he needed a laptop for an employee. He wants to give the employee my laptop and get me a new one. He asked if I wanted it in black or a colored one. I said I wanted the hot pink one. He found out later that day that the hot pink one cost quite a bit more. Being the frugal chica that I am (even if it is not my money), I told him to get the black one, there is no difference in computers, I don't need pink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, all this time I think he ordered the black one. He comes home and surprises me with the pink one. He said he wanted to surprise me with the actual computer, but it is so popular that it is on back order. And I was complaining that he never surprises me. He felt the need to bring the mouse home to surprise me. I will hopefully have the puter by this weekend!! Waa hoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HbzLQVZsBP0/SCunZ-PKkhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GZB07oUfuTI/s1600-h/626dellpink350x374_270x288.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200434259374543378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HbzLQVZsBP0/SCunZ-PKkhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GZB07oUfuTI/s320/626dellpink350x374_270x288.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long story short (too late?) My husband does surprise me and he does it well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to post again, this weekend, about my new hobby!!!! I have some great pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-3766554751898100867?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/3766554751898100867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=3766554751898100867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/3766554751898100867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/3766554751898100867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2008/05/surprise.html' title='surprise'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HbzLQVZsBP0/SCunZ-PKkhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GZB07oUfuTI/s72-c/626dellpink350x374_270x288.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-1211997108678512653</id><published>2008-04-20T09:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T09:56:02.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I have been a bad girl!</title><content type='html'>My last blog was in September! That was the beginning of the school year.  Now it is the end of the school year and here I am, still alive!  Basically all I have been doing for the past school months is survive!  My 2nd graders are still alive, too!  And maybe they actually learned something? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry to those of you who have emailed and I haven't responded.  My current comment for everything right now is "I'll get it done during summer break".  Basically I have pretty much put off everything until then.  6 more weeks, waahoo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone still even looks at my blog?  Please leave me a comment if you do.  I would love to hear from you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-1211997108678512653?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/1211997108678512653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=1211997108678512653' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/1211997108678512653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/1211997108678512653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2008/04/yes-i-have-been-bad-girl.html' title='Yes, I have been a bad girl!'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-3097468443104900652</id><published>2007-09-04T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T21:54:41.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><content type='html'>I am just down right exhausted. The first week of school went great. I have 21 wonderful kiddos. I arrived most mornings around 7:15am and left between 5:30 and 6pm. It makes for a very long day. I am still adjusting to waking up that early and going to bed earlier than I would like. We have parent orientation this Thursday. It scares me more than the first day of school. I just have no idea what they will ask me or what they will be like. We did a meet and greet on the "meet the teacher" night, but the orientation is a little more informative and I'm sure they will be shooting questions at me that I won't know the answer to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, last weekend we flew to San Jose for a wedding. The best man in our wedding got married and Dancer was his best man. It was a quick trip and we didn't get to see any sights :( Probably another reason why I am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil'Babs is doing well since her first day in 1st grade. She likes her teacher. She should since I got to hand pick her out of 8 1st grade teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post pics of my decorated/organized classroom soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~off to bed.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-3097468443104900652?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/3097468443104900652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=3097468443104900652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/3097468443104900652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/3097468443104900652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2007/09/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-696969103568496743</id><published>2007-08-16T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T11:57:36.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>brain overload</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been in new teacher training all week. First of all when you haven't gotten up at 6am all summer long, it sure is hard!! I am so tired and so drained from all of the info given and a lot of it is very repetitive. I keep telling everyone that info is going in my brain and it is being filed, but the file cabinets are locked and I can't find the key right now. LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally got into my room. They are doing construction on our buiding. Part of that construction has caused the entire 2nd grade to move to new (not brand new, just new to us)classrooms. So, my classroom use to be the computer lab. It has a pole right smack dab in the middle of the room that has a drop line in it for the compters. I have been told that eventually it will be removed, but it is unknown when. This tells me that will happen fter school starts. Here are the comments I have received from others regarding the pole:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pole dancing is good exercise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You could use it to raise money for the PTA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems fitting that you were the one to get the room with the pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where's the strobe light?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You could use your abilities from your Carmen Electra's Striptease Aerobic video with that pole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say it has been pretty funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea how I am going to get my room ready in time for meet the teacher night which is one week from today. And school starts on the 27th, ugh! A little anxiety is going on here. I work well under pressure, but this is a lot of pressure. Thank goodness a smile goes a long way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I would take some before pics of my room:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the view from the door looking in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See what I mean about the pole being right in the middle of the room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HbzLQVZsBP0/RsR9WsktMHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ExPSOXhXxh0/s1600-h/DSC01413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099338506965954674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HbzLQVZsBP0/RsR9WsktMHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ExPSOXhXxh0/s320/DSC01413.JPG" width="353" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the view from my desk looking at the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HbzLQVZsBP0/RsR9_8ktMII/AAAAAAAAAAc/qZXTdR94qdk/s1600-h/DSC01414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099339215635558530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HbzLQVZsBP0/RsR9_8ktMII/AAAAAAAAAAc/qZXTdR94qdk/s320/DSC01414.JPG" width="378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my pole and me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HbzLQVZsBP0/RsSAg8ktMJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oc2ckTf2abc/s1600-h/me+and+my+pole.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099341981594497170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HbzLQVZsBP0/RsSAg8ktMJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oc2ckTf2abc/s320/me+and+my+pole.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you can't laugh at yourself who can you laugh at?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-696969103568496743?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/696969103568496743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=696969103568496743' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/696969103568496743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/696969103568496743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2007/08/brain-overload.html' title='brain overload'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HbzLQVZsBP0/RsR9WsktMHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ExPSOXhXxh0/s72-c/DSC01413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-3067838546490205745</id><published>2007-08-03T01:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T01:47:02.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't sleep...</title><content type='html'>Let's see...it is 1:20 am.  I am usually asleep around 11pm.  I am very tired but my brain won't let me sleep.  Here is what has been running through it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house went on the market at the beginning of the week.  It looks great, sure hope it sells fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start "teaching workshops".  Since I am a new teacher, I have to attend a buttload.  Our school is doing some major construction so I can't even get into my classroom until a week before school starts.  I have been having "I'm not prepared " nightmares about school already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't printed out a single wedding photo...isn't that bad!  I love them, but just haven't had the time.  And speaking of procrastination (probably the real reason photos arn't done)I still have a handful of thank you cards left to fill and send out, ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real reason I am probably awake tonight is I am thinking of my dad.  It has been 2 months since he passed away.  I have done so much in two months that it seems like forever ago that I went to the funeral, then again it feels like yesterday.  I am so used to pickingup the phone and telling him about things going on in my life.  What's weird is that I have the hardest time speaking about him in past tense.  The other day I said something to Dancer like "oh, dad would like that", like he is still around.  The worst was last week my step mom called while I was out, so when I checked the caller id it had my dad's name on it.  For a split second I was so excited that he had called, only to realize that it couldn't have been him.  Now I am crying as I am typing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, I'm back.... need to invest in Kleenex stock.&lt;br /&gt;I've never had anyone close to me die, before my dad passed away.  I've never been on the receiving end of condolences.  It's weird. People usually ignore the fact that my dad died. Or some say their sorry to know he passed. And then my personality hides the way I feel in front of others.  It's like I don't want them to feel bad so I make jokes and goof around.  I put up this front, like its no big deal when nobody really knows that I cry everyday, mostly in the shower or at night when everyone is asleep. I especially don't cry in front of Lil'Babs.  She was pretty upset over it all, too.  She asks me every couple of days...why did Grandpa have to die?  Sometimes I just want someone to just hold me and tell me it's ok to feel the way I feel....I just don't want to burden anyone by telling them I feel sad about my dad passing....that  is why I cry by myself.  I've got to try to go to sleep....I am not even going to read back over this because I'll probably just delete it and say "babs, your just being silly...go to bed"&lt;br /&gt;~until next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-3067838546490205745?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/3067838546490205745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=3067838546490205745' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/3067838546490205745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/3067838546490205745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-cant-sleep.html' title='I can&apos;t sleep...'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-9055555125789372153</id><published>2007-07-21T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:57:28.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HbzLQVZsBP0/RqKBAPYtMFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dkgYSk_rERc/s1600-h/IMG_8573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089772370012221522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HbzLQVZsBP0/RqKBAPYtMFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dkgYSk_rERc/s320/IMG_8573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-9055555125789372153?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/9055555125789372153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=9055555125789372153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/9055555125789372153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/9055555125789372153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HbzLQVZsBP0/RqKBAPYtMFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dkgYSk_rERc/s72-c/IMG_8573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-3120261296396020792</id><published>2007-06-13T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T10:15:01.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise! I'm still here....</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not I am still here.  I don't know if anyone will read it or not since it has been so long since I last posted.  Updates.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated in December with my teaching degree!!  I tutored reading the spring semester.  I got a 2nd grade position for next year with the school I wanted.  Yipiee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding plans are pretty much done.  The big day is in 10 days.  We are getting married on the beach on Coronado Island, just off of San Diego.  Honeymoon will be in Maui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a house 6 weeks ago.  We have spent that time painting and putting in new floors etc.  We are moving in this week.  The house is two blocks from the school that I will be teaching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may have known that my dad has been fighting cancer for the past 2 years.  He lost that battle June 2nd.  It was a rough ending for him. I don't wish that upon anyone.  He is at peace now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can see I am at my stress limit.  Wedding, new house, new job and a death in the family...no more stress please.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is doing well. I hope to be checking blogs soon.&lt;br /&gt;~Babs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-3120261296396020792?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/3120261296396020792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=3120261296396020792' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/3120261296396020792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/3120261296396020792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2007/06/surprise-im-still-here.html' title='Surprise! I&apos;m still here....'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-116322434127974093</id><published>2006-11-10T23:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T23:52:21.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Proposal</title><content type='html'>You need to know this first:  over the summer Dancer wrote a cute message on my bathroom mirror.  It said "Dancer + Babs" with a heart around it.  It is still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....&lt;br /&gt;It was your typical Tuesday (except for the fact that I had to go vote).  I put Lil'babs to bed around 8pm.  Dancer came over shortly after.  He brought ice cream, my favorite.  We sat and talked about our day over ice cream and while I graded papers.  We always have great conversations and he is a great listener.  I don't remember what time it was, but we decided to get ready for bed.  While we were in my room, he started to head to the masterbathroom so I announced "I gotta go pee too" and headed to the other bathroom.  He followed me.  I thought for a quick second that that was kinda odd.  When I walked into the guest bathroom, I saw a cute box with a silver ribbon sitting on the counter.  I thought that it was strange that there was a gift in the bathroom. But hey, it was a gift, what do I care what room it is in?  I turned and Dancer was standing in the doorway.  I said something like- Oh, look someone got me a gift. (big grin)  Why is it in the bathroom?  Is it for the toilet or something?..I was laughing at the fact that there was a gift in the bathroom, but excited to be receiving it.  He said"look at the mirror" which I am surprised I didn't notice when I first walked in because I am always looking in the mirror.  I looked up and written on the mirror was "Babs, will you marry me?"  I started screaming and jumping up and down.  My shoulder hits the shelf and falls to the floor breaking the objects on it.  Lil'babs woke up for 1/2 a second from the screaming, too.  So, I open the box and there is the ring... the sparkling, blind your eye, ring.  He takes it out and puts it on my finger.  I start jumping up and down again while headed to the bedroom.  I flop down on the bed, overjoyed and staring at the ring.  Dancer says "I'm guessing that is a yes?"  "Yes, of course"  I said. After that is kinda a blur, but the feeling was pure joy.  I have never been so happy cleaning up broken glass off the floor either.  We celebrated with champagne that he brought over in the cooler in which he had transported the ice cream in.  He's good, eh?  The ice cream was a cover up for what was really in the cooler. I will leave the rest of the evening up to your imagination, but I am sure you can guess what happened ;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very surprised, which was his main goal.  He did a fabulous job picking out the ring, I am sure that is the hardest part for a guy, which makes me love it that much more.  Dancer is so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Lil'babs about it Wed. eve.  She was so thrilled that she started jumping up and down and screamed.  Hmm...I guess she comes by that honestly?!  Side note:  poor thing, her hamster died today and she is just devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it, the details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-116322434127974093?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/116322434127974093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=116322434127974093' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/116322434127974093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/116322434127974093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/11/proposal.html' title='The Proposal'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-116304334652370423</id><published>2006-11-08T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T21:35:46.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it is!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/320/ring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-116304334652370423?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/116304334652370423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=116304334652370423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/116304334652370423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/116304334652370423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/11/here-it-is.html' title='Here it is!!!'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-116303860518994080</id><published>2006-11-08T20:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T20:16:45.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the chapel....</title><content type='html'>and we're gonna get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, dear readers, you read that correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancer proposed to me last night. &lt;br /&gt;I said yes, of course.&lt;br /&gt;I am a giddy little school girl,&lt;br /&gt;Telling the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;I get to share the rest of my life,&lt;br /&gt;With the love of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-116303860518994080?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/116303860518994080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=116303860518994080' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/116303860518994080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/116303860518994080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/11/going-to-chapel.html' title='Going to the chapel....'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-116277688590189153</id><published>2006-11-05T19:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T19:34:45.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while....</title><content type='html'>are you still checking out my blog?  Sorry I haven't been here.  I have been so busy.  There just are not enough hours in the day to get done what I want to get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been fighting with allergies since the end of Sept.  They are finally starting to go away.  Now Lil'babs has them.  Ugh, I hate Texas in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished student teaching Kindergarten a week ago Friday.  I miss those little boogers so much.  I really got attached.  I even cried that day.  Man what am I gonna do when i have my own class for a whole year?  I started student teaching in 2nd grade last Mon.  I will be in there until mid Dec.  Man are those kids so much bigger than the kinders!!  It should be interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just updated my resume and will be submitting applications this week to a few of the school districts in the area.  Right now I would just be thilled to get a teaching job.  There is not much hiring going on during this part of the year.  I can always sub, but the pay sucks and I could really use a salary and insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting on the results from my state test.  I was suppose to receive them Friday by email, but I didn't get them.  Hope to hear something soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil'babs has been getting into trouble at school.  She talks too much.  I wonder where she gets that from?  She also has had an attitude at home.  We are working on her attitude adjustment.  Also, big kuddos to her...she has slept in her bed all night long for the past 5 nights!!  I've allowed her to come in my room in the past and she slept on the floor on a sleeping bag.  But she always woke me up.  I finally told her she is a big girl and doesn't need to be doing that anymore.  Guess I just had to put my foot down, hasn't been a strugle at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancer and I have been dating for a little over 5 months now.  We spend a lot of time together and I am just thrilled with our relationship.  We fit together like 2 peas in a pod!!  I thoroughly enjoy every minute with him.  Also, we are headed to Vegas in January. A really good friend of mine is getting married, so we are going for that.  It will be for 4 fun days and 3 crazy nights!  Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-116277688590189153?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/116277688590189153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=116277688590189153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/116277688590189153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/116277688590189153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while....'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-116079292693175162</id><published>2006-10-13T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:28:46.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever...</title><content type='html'>been with someone and felt so content.  It's like a breath of fresh air.  You don't have any worries when your with him.  Life is one great smile, and I can't stop smiling.  :~D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-116079292693175162?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/116079292693175162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=116079292693175162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/116079292693175162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/116079292693175162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/10/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever...'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-116079265757820212</id><published>2006-10-13T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:24:17.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Break</title><content type='html'>My school district started school this year on August 9th.  Because of the early start, we are one of very few school districts in the area currently on fall break.  We have had the entire week off.  It has been a nice break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started last Friday.  I left immediately from school to the airport with Dancer.  We flew to San Diego.  Oh did I forget to mention that I was going?  Well it was a short trip.  We flew out there Fri night.  Enjoyed the beach and dinner with the parents on Sat., then we drove back Sun and Mon.  Yes, I said we drove back.  Dancer's best friend has an old Miata convertible that he gave to him.  We drove 1000 miles on Sun.  Dancer will tell you that it was really 998 miles, but it felt like a 1000, ha. We drove most of the way with the top down because it has no air conditioning.  They don't need it in San Diego of course, but when you are driving through the desert, ya sure wish it had it!  It was a shorter drive on Monday, but I had to be back in time because I had class Monday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has gone by fast.  I have really enjoyed spending some extra time with lil'babs.  Got my hair done, went dancing last night, went to the pumpkin patch today, got soccer and a halloween party tomorrow and the state fair on Sunday.  All in all a good week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my big state test next Sat.  Once I have that under my belt I will receive my certification for teaching early childhood-4th grade.  I think I will also take the ESL (English as a second Language) state test.  Looks good when you want 1st choice when being hired in the school district and school of my choice.  I'd really like to work in the school distrcit I am in, but I will also look at, consider and possibly place resumes in a few of the school districts east of me.  Hopefully all with in a 20 min drive or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my update for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-116079265757820212?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/116079265757820212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=116079265757820212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/116079265757820212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/116079265757820212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/10/fall-break.html' title='Fall Break'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-115957560567267147</id><published>2006-09-29T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T19:20:05.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Week/Gripe Session</title><content type='html'>Rough Week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been one long week. Monday my throat was scratchy.  I had to teach all day while mymentor teacher pulled kids out for testing.  By the end of the day I was feeling bad and my voice was cracking.  Woke up Tuesday morning and had to call in sick (hazards of being a teacher).  Major conjestion, sore throat and sinus pressure.  Spent the day on the couch napping.  Wednesday went back to school and taught all day again while mentor teacher pulled out the rest of the kids for testing.  42 students in all.  I barely had a voice on Wed. or Thurs.  Stayed up late Wed. night doing homework.  Thursday was a busy day at school.  We had a nursery rhyme parade.  Kids were wild and crazy all day.  Today I had to sub 1/2 day for another class so that teacher could finish her testing.  This class is a very difficult class.  The teacher even warned me.  Then I went back to my class and taught while my techer did testing for report cards.  Tonight I get to work on next weeks lesson plans. Tomorrow Lil'babs has an 8am soccer game, ugh...no sleeping in. So I am tired and still trying to feel better.  Been coughing a lot today and still not much of a voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gripe session&lt;br /&gt;criticize -dictionary.com's definition -&lt;br /&gt;1. to censure or find fault with.&lt;br /&gt;2. to judge or discuss the merits and faults of: to criticize three novels in one review. –verb (used without object)&lt;br /&gt;3. to find fault; judge unfavorably or harshly.&lt;br /&gt;4. to make judgments as to merits and faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised that I didn't find a picture of my mom next to the definition.  My mom criticizes a lot.  And not just with me.  Most of the time I just let it roll off my shoulders.  When I am stressed out, then it bothers me.  Tonight it bothered me.  I came home and thought about what she said too much.  Then I over analyzed, then I got upset.  I literally started crying and shoving chocolate donuts in my mouth for comfort.  Then I got mad at myself for letting it bother me. I think I am just tired and stressed out so it bothered me more tonight. And sometimes I just get tired of hearing it.  I have tried to talk to her about it in the past, but it just blew up in my face.  So, I don't try anymore. It is nice to live close to my mom (2miles), but on days like today I wish I lived futher away.  Maybe I spend too much time around her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a phone call from Dancer while I was typing.  I had txted him earlier that I was upset.  After talking to him I feel much better.  He is the sweetest thing ever.  I love him so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-115957560567267147?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/115957560567267147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=115957560567267147' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115957560567267147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115957560567267147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/09/rough-weekgripe-session.html' title='Rough Week/Gripe Session'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-115923818896405663</id><published>2006-09-25T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:36:28.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever....</title><content type='html'>...been with someone, out somwhere in public, but you felt like no one else in the room or area really existed except the two of you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like you know other people are there, and things around you are happening, but you are so caught up in this person and the moment and the fun that you are blinded to other people and things around you. During that time you spend together all you think about, hear, see, feel, and smell is the other person and you.   It is an interesting feeling....   :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-115923818896405663?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/115923818896405663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=115923818896405663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115923818896405663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115923818896405663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/09/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever....'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-115923768645283555</id><published>2006-09-25T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:28:06.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't have much time....</title><content type='html'>seems I don't have much time for blogging lately.  Sorry.  I have been so busy with student teaching it is crazy.  I love kindergarten!!  I am learning a lot and the kids are great (most of the time).  On top of that I have class on Mon. nights.  The homework keeps me busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Lil'babs is feeling the effects of me being gone all the time.  She is showing some separation anxiety.  There are a lot of changes going on and she is learning how to handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancer and I have been dancing up a storm.  I so enjoy being with him.  He is absolutely an amazing person!  We head out for a quick weekend to San Diego weekend after next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update more during fall break which is just a couple of weeks away, and I need it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-115923768645283555?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/115923768645283555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=115923768645283555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115923768645283555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115923768645283555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-dont-have-much-time.html' title='I don&apos;t have much time....'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-115782973094095264</id><published>2006-09-09T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T14:44:14.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>exhausted</title><content type='html'>This last week has been amazing and exhausting! I started student teaching last Tuesday. First of all I am not use to getting up at 6:45am everyday. I am a night owl so this is very difficult for me. Thank you to Dancer who now has me hooked on coffee (I didn't drink it before I met him). Coffee helps me thru the morning. My mentor teacher (mt) is awesome. She has taught kindergarten for many years. My school district has half daykindergarten, so we have the am kids from 8:30 to 11:30 and the pm kids from 12:30 to 3:30. I am there from 8-4pm. I go to bed around 11:30 so I have been very tired all week. My MT is usually there from 8-6 and some on the weekends. All of you that have kids in school, go hug and thank their teachers. It is a very time consuming job that doesn't pay hourly or overtime. The teachers that I am working with really are involved and care about the education of these children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have learned the names of 42 students already and starting Monday I will be teaching the math lessons for the week! I am very nervous. The lesson for Monday looks great on paper, but getting it out of me and into the kids will be the hard part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of doing lesson plans for math, I am doing homework for my Mon. night class, Lil'Babs has soccer practice, games, piano lessons and soon Girl Scouts and squeezing Dancer in as much as I can. We are busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to get out last night and let my hair down. Dancer and I went to a dance studio in Dallas that had a dance last night. Let's see if I know the names of the dances I did last night... Salsa, Merengue, Fox Trot, Tango, East Coast Swing, West Coast Swing, Cha-Cha, Waltz, and Rumba. I know the basic steps to these dances, so I can follow fairly well when lead (or as Dancer's dance instructor calls it "faking it", lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Dancer and I are headed downtown to eat and go to the comedy club with another couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I am the biggest procrastinator when it comes to homework, so I gotta go get'er done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-115782973094095264?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/115782973094095264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=115782973094095264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115782973094095264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115782973094095264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/09/exhausted.html' title='exhausted'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-115682245120067309</id><published>2006-09-05T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T20:51:56.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego</title><content type='html'>How was San Diego you ask? Let's just say I have always thought I would live in the DFW area of Texas all my life, but not anymore! I am moving to San Diego!!! Ok, not anytime soon, but someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is absolutely gorgeous there!! We left home with temps in the 100's and arrived to what San Diego thinks as warm at 78 degrees! Lovin it! Dancer's (adopted) mom picked us up from the airport. She is the nicest lady, drives a little crazy, but her sweetness makes up for it, lol! She drops us off at C's house (her son). Dancer's Miata convertible is there so we have wheels while in SD. Gotta have a convertible in SD. The only bad thing is wind blown hair all the time. We drove out to my uncle's cafe and had the best sandwiches and visited with family members I haven't seen in awhile. Then we went down to the beach and walked out on the pier, had some ice cream and then Starbucks. That eve we met back up with C at his house and then headed out to the harbor where C has his sailboat. It was a nice cool evening sail. We went out in the habour and just played around. The only time we would have any waves is if another boat passed by. We docked up around nine and had dinner at a place near the dock. Dripping in sarcasm... Imagine a restaurant near the ocean that serves seafood, what a novel idea! (I don't like seafood so there wasn't much to choose from). Anyhoo, Dancer and I stayed overnight on the sailboat (just the two of us) while it was docked. You would think this is romantic, but it's not. It is just a cramped space on water. Nonetheless we took care of business and I can add a sailboat to my list of places...LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;We spent the morning out on the deck of the boat sipping coffee and enjoying the view and each other and just being outside with such nice temperatures! That afternoon we went to Mission Beach and rode a roller coaster and rented bikes and rode them around the bay. The weather was just beautiful. That evening we drove to the parents house for dinner. Now Mom and Pop live on a hill which to us Texans is a mountain. The drive up there in a small sporty convertible was fun. Little roads that go up and down and wind around is fun. But the view, oh the view is just absolutely breath-taking. They have a gorgeous house with a gorgeous yard and a gorgeous garden with a gorgeous view it was all just so....well, gorgeous!! lol! In the garden they have avocado, oranges, lemon, limes, rhubarb, cantaloupe, grapefruit, tomatoes, watermelon, onions etc. etc. Yummy! Nice house and very nice company! Needless to say we spent the night there and not on the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;We had breakfast and jetted out to the harbor with mom to meet up with C and his girlfriend L. We took the sail boat out in the ocean for almost 6 hours. The main difference between sailing in the harbor and the ocean is the size of the waves. The waves are huge out in the ocean. At first it was fun. Dancer and I rode up front for a while and I screamed anytime the boat dipped or leaned to one side. After a while it became more extreme. I found out you do ot go down below to pee no matter how bad you gotta go! The rocking motion and having been down below made me sick to my stomach, Dancer, too. They gave us some pills to help. I felt better after about an hour, but Dancer was sick up until we pulled into the bay. Then he was fine. It happens that fast! We had dinner on the boat with family and friends. We were invited to stay the night on the boat, but we declined. We headed back to mom and pops for a peaceful sleep in a nice comfy bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4&lt;br /&gt;We got up and headed over to G's house for brunch. She is C's ex girlfriend, but still great friends with him and the family. I can see why. She is very friendly and so sweet. We headed out to the airport after that. We had a slight delay due to weather. We were home by 9pm. It was a great weekend!! A fabulous way to end the summer!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-115682245120067309?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/115682245120067309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=115682245120067309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115682245120067309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115682245120067309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/09/san-diego.html' title='San Diego'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-115695463361800589</id><published>2006-08-30T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T11:17:13.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of Freedom</title><content type='html'>Today is my last day of doing anything what I want. Tomorrow I have all day student teaching orientation, Friday I meet with the teacher, Monday I start student teaching full time. I haven't worked a full time job in over 5 years. And I am not gonna get paid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest dilemma... what am I gonna wear?!! I need to go thru my closet this weekend and figure out what I have and what I need. I know I will need shoes. Nice comfy ones, because I will be standing a lot! I like to shop for shoes. I hate to shop for clothes. Snow, will you come shop for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how am I spending my last day of freedom? Laundry, vacuum, oil change, groceries, dance lessons, dinner at mom's, and some fun under the sheets. Nice long list...hope I get it all done considering that it is now 11 am and I haven't started. Gotta run, Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-115695463361800589?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/115695463361800589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=115695463361800589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115695463361800589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115695463361800589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/08/last-day-of-freedom.html' title='Last Day of Freedom'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-115689158101611168</id><published>2006-08-29T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T17:46:21.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>I started class yesterday.  I only have one class and it is the last one.  Yippee!  Only problem is I start student teaching next week, full time, then I have to rush  during traffic to Dallas for class on Mondays.  At least I only have it once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally received placement for student teaching today.  I will be teaching at a school that is only 2.5 miles from my house, which will be nice, and it is in the school district of my choice.  I will teach kindergarten for 7 weeks and 2nd grade for 7 weeks.  Kindergarten in this school district is only half day, so I will have an am and a pm class.  Max in a class is 22 students.  I hope to get a schedule worked out that i can drop lil'babs off at her school on my way to mine. She will be at the school early enough to eat breakfast there if she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post again soon about my San Diego trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-115689158101611168?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/115689158101611168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=115689158101611168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115689158101611168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115689158101611168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/08/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-115634378976817202</id><published>2006-08-23T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T15:36:12.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My own personal lotto winnings.</title><content type='html'>The following is one of the reasons I named my blog the name it has....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story, long....&lt;br /&gt;Many moons ago when I was in junior high I received a huge ass dictionary for Christmas. I am talking HUGE! I guess my mom thought I would need a huge ass dictionary when I got to high school, or something like that. It was the only time I have ever asked for a receipt so that i could return something, but she wouldn't give it to me. Anyhoo, moving on with the story.... I am a saver not a spender. I have a habit of putting cash up in weird places throughout my house.  I've done this since I was 12. I stock pile cash for Christmas or vacation or new tires etc.  Well once in awhile I forget where I put the money or I forget about it all together.  This time I hit the jackpot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancer and daughter were playing Scrabble the other day.  They asked how to spell a word.  Guess what I told them.  I have this really huge (I left ass out on account of the daughter) dictionary.  Lemme go get it for you.  A few minutes later the daughter says "we just found $5 in your dictionary".  I told them it didn't surprise me since I have that habit.  We all laughed about it and went on our merry way.  The next day Lil'babs saw the huge dictionary on the table while I was cooking dinner.  She said "mom, what's this?"  I told her that it was a huge dictionary and proceeded to explain what it is used for.  I told her feel free to look through it.  When she was flipping through the pages she found some money.  "Look mom, there is money in here!"  So, I am thinking another $5 or 10, right?!  We flipped through the pages and even held the book upside down and shook it.  I ended up with $345!!!!  Yee Haw!!!  I have no idea when I put the money in there or that I even put that much up and forgot about it!  I am so jazzed because I haven't worked in over 5 years and I start student teaching in the fall, so I now have clothes shopping money!!  Maybe I'll even go buy a lotto ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note...&lt;br /&gt;I head out to San Diego tomorrow with Dancer. I can't wait to get away from this heat of 100+ temps and go have fun in the sun at around 75 degrees instead.  Dancer is sick today, even running a fever.  He went to the doc for some drugs.  Sure hope he feels better tomorrow.  Will post again when I get back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-115634378976817202?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/115634378976817202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=115634378976817202' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115634378976817202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115634378976817202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-own-personal-lotto-winnings.html' title='My own personal lotto winnings.'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-115578399045682346</id><published>2006-08-16T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T22:06:30.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola!</title><content type='html'>Ok so the basic spanish words needed in Cancun (please excuse any misspellings) are Donde el bano? (where is the bathroom) and Mucho cervaza por favor (more beer please).  hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left early (had to be at the airport at 5am early) last Thursday.  For those of you that remember, that was the high terror alert day with the goings on in GB.  We get to the airport and have to take out all liquids and gels from our carry on and repack into our suitcase. Well just about everything in my carryon was liquid, cuz who wants to pack liquids in their suitcase and find them busted all over your clothes when you get to your destination? It was a pain, but what can ya do?  The news teams were hitting it early.  They approached me wanting to interview me and I pointed at Dancer and said interview him.  So they asked him his name and where we were headed and what we thought and did we still plan on going with the high alert.  He was so cute and serious about it.  She tried to turn to me and interview me again, but I got nervous and said no.  Annnnyywaays.... we arrived at our resort by noon.  It was great because we spent the rest of the day on the beach.  We went on a tour the next day and poor Dancer started in with a sinus cold.  We went to town on Sat. to do some shopping.  Dancer bought me some gorgeous jewelry.  He spoils me!  :)  I ended up with a stomach bug and had to cut shopping short. We enjoyed the beach again on Sun and also parasailed.  That was a blast!  It is so beautiful looking down on the turquoise water.  The water was so clear that when we were coming back down we saw a sting ray swimming.  The food at the resort was so good.  I ate way to much!!  The room was nice.  We were on the third (top) floor back in a corner so it was nice and private.  We spent a lot of time in our room ;)  It was a spectacular trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's weird is that Dancer and I were together almost every minute of the trip.  Not once did I tire of him.  It is like I can't get enough of that man!  He is so attentive and so caring.  It is the weirdest feeling.   I never thought I could feel this way about someone. It is the best feeling to really connect with him.  We share a similar past history with our exes.  We have the same morals and ideas of what kind of qualities a significant other should have.  We compliment each other so well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on....&lt;br /&gt;Today Dancer and I had a dance lesson together at the studio he attends.  It was so much fun!  Last time I had a single lesson and learned the west coast swing.  Today we worked on doing that dance together and we worked on the rumba.  I can't wait to learn more moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week we are flying off to San Diego for 4 days.  After that I will be vacationed out!  4 in one summer!  Like that will ever happen again!  I start my evening class and student teaching in 2 weeks!  Wow!  Summer really flew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-115578399045682346?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/115578399045682346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=115578399045682346' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115578399045682346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115578399045682346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/08/hola.html' title='Hola!'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-115509217092295168</id><published>2006-08-08T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T21:56:10.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another quickie....</title><content type='html'>Get your head out of the gutter!  I am stopping in for an update and then I am gone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start off by saying I fucking hate it when I just put 3 layers of nail polish on my toes and then I go scrape it up against something and it smears!!!!  That just happened as I sat down to the computer.  Ok, now that I got that out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Iowa trip was a blast.  It was a good thing we went when we did because my dad has run into some more health issues.  He has a blocked kidney.  Long story short he has a stint in it now to keep it open and has an appointment at the end of the month in Omaha to have a laser take care of the blockage.  He is in pain right now and is taking pain medication which is making him sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach trip was a blast.  It was fun meeting up with Kate and Tuxbaby and their kiddos.  Lil'babs loved playing with the older girls.  By the way Kate, I think we ended up with one of your girl's tshirts in our suitcase if you were looking for it. It has the pink panther on it.  Also, what Kate forgot to mention in her blog is that when I arrived she was practically burning down the condo!!!  LOL!!!   I could smell the smoke and hear the smoke detector outside and I was thinking, I hope that isn't our place. It was.  No seriously, it was just the nuggets were a little low in the oven and were burning.  But it made a very impressing arrival....hahahaha!!   The dinner turned out great, thank you Kate!  We all had fun in the waves and playing in the sand.  A definite vacation spot for next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I arrived home I spent the entire week pretty much with Dancer and studying for my qualifying test that happened last Sat.  I found out today that I passed.  I was so nervous because they said I couldn't student teach this fall if I didn't pass.  Passing is an 80 and I made an 81. Whew!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life with Dancer has been awesome! We are headed to Cancun on Thursday for 5 days.  I am so excited.  We are staying at an all inclusive resort, which to me is the only way to go.  We hope to see some sites if we ever make it out of the room (wink wink)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a big day for Lil'babs.  She starts her first day of kindergarten!  She met her teacher Monday night.  She had a hard time going to sleep tonight because she is so excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that quickly sums up my life for the past 2 weeks.  I won't be back to the blog until sometime mid week next week.   Take Care!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-115509217092295168?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/115509217092295168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=115509217092295168' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115509217092295168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115509217092295168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-quickie.html' title='another quickie....'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-115384688379832087</id><published>2006-07-25T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T12:01:23.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick check in....</title><content type='html'>We got home last night from our week long trip in Iowa, visiting my dad.  He is not doing so hot, but refuses to admit it.  It was hard leaving.  But it was great coming home to Dancer's open arms!!! I missed that man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a day of unpacking, doing laundry and repacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we head to SA.  It will be a fun trip because we will be driving with my best friend and her 2 kids.  We will stay with another mutual friend that moved to SA a year ago.  She has kids the same age so it shall be a blast!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thurs we will hit the beach!!  They are having storms now, so cross your fingers that it clears up for us this weekend!  There will be eight kids, Lil'babs will be in heaven with all of the playmates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta get movin.  I will check back in next Mon. or Tues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-115384688379832087?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/115384688379832087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=115384688379832087' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115384688379832087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115384688379832087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/07/quick-check-in.html' title='A quick check in....'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-115345184983657968</id><published>2006-07-20T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T22:17:29.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello...</title><content type='html'>is it me your looking for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am currently in Iowa visiting my dad.  I am so glad to see him.  My step mom and I have been getting along, too, which is a first.  My step sister has 3 kids, so lil'babs is having a blast with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a pizza place up here called &lt;a href="http://www.happyjoes.com/index.html?PHPSESSID=00ffe34e1fd870b47d13d99fa448fa92"&gt;Happy Joe's&lt;/a&gt;, they have the best taco pizza ever.  Once I knew I was coming up here to visit, I started craving it.  We have had it 2 out of the last three night's!  YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am missing Dancer, big time!! I wish he was here with us.&lt;br /&gt;Last Sun. was his birthday and we stayed at at nice hotel in Dallas and had dinner at &lt;a href="http://dallasregency.hyatt.com/hyatt/hotels/entertainment/restaurants/index.jsp;jsessionid=RUWSGHTUUQUEFTQSNW2VAFWOCJWYOUP4"&gt;Reunion Tower&lt;/a&gt;.  It is a dome tower that revolves.  It was a very romantic evening.  The next day we did not want to go back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is my quick update... it may be a bit before my next one...can't get to the computer much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-115345184983657968?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/115345184983657968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=115345184983657968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115345184983657968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115345184983657968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello.html' title='Hello...'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-115298037910714512</id><published>2006-07-15T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T11:19:39.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quote</title><content type='html'>“Flatter me, and I may not believe you. Criticize me, and I may not like you. Ignore me, and I may not forgive you. Encourage me, and I will not forget you. Love me and I may be forced to love you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~William Arthur Ward&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-115298037910714512?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/115298037910714512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=115298037910714512' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115298037910714512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115298037910714512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/07/quote.html' title='quote'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-115255489222280911</id><published>2006-07-10T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T13:08:12.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive!</title><content type='html'>hahaha&lt;br /&gt;sorry I have been away.  The last two weeks have been very busy.  I had a huge project and presentation at school and finals.  I spend almost every moment I can with Dancer.  So beteen lil'babs, school and Dancer, I have been a busy bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done with scool for the summer.  I have 2 months of vacation.  Yea!  I have 3 trips planned.  So, again I am not sure how much I will be posting but I will try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been so good to me.  I thank the Karma Gods!  I totally believe that what comes around goes around.  It can happen in good ways or bad.  For my X it would be bad.  He totally needs to fix things with God.  He was out jogging 2 weeks ago and got hit by an SUV.  He had a concussion and was bruised up.  He is lucky he didn't get hurt worse.  Stuff like that is always happening to him.  On the other hand, I have been on cloud 9.  Floating.  That is how I feel.  I must be dreaming.  Could it be this good?  Yup, it is.  Anyone believe in soul mates?  I think I found mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please explain to me why when things are going good someone tries to throw a kink in it?  The last 3 days I have received a message from a guy I once dated.  Not my recent X. A different guy.  Anyways he just says "hey, it's me.  Call me."  Why? We didn't date long so why is he calling?   Why would I call him? Maybe I outta just block him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on....&lt;br /&gt;Lil'babs and I leave in one week for my dad's house.  He lives in Iowa.  I am sure we will spend our days counting corn rows.  Just joking.  Did you know Iowa has more pigs than people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, people there is your short but sweet update.  Hope ya'll are doing good, I need to do some blog surfing and catching up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-115255489222280911?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/115255489222280911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=115255489222280911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115255489222280911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115255489222280911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m alive!'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-115150772482843573</id><published>2006-06-28T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T10:15:24.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>He told me he thinks he is falling in love with me!&lt;br /&gt;Pheramones anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-115150772482843573?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/115150772482843573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=115150772482843573' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115150772482843573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115150772482843573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/06/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-115134454848893816</id><published>2006-06-26T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T12:55:48.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no title post....</title><content type='html'>I was driving down the road today and came upon a biker.  Now bikers don't normally turn me on, but for some reason this one did.  He was driving a black Harley.  He had on black boots, faded torn wranglers, and white muscle shirt.  His head was shaved, he had a silver hoop earring in each ear, a mustache and slick sunglasses.  The way he sat on the bike made you think he owned the world.  I dunno, there was just something about him.....  I wish I had my camera with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another note.... I bought the first work out dvd by Carmen Electra.  It is not that good.  She giggles too much and you can tell she is still new at the whole workout instructer thing.  I am glad I didn't buy the whole box set. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... dancer and I have reserved tickets and hotel to Playa Del Carmen in Aug!  I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-115134454848893816?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/115134454848893816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=115134454848893816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115134454848893816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115134454848893816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-title-post.html' title='no title post....'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-115100272978940468</id><published>2006-06-22T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T13:58:49.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So shoot me....</title><content type='html'>I skipped class this morning.  My second class got cancelled so why bother going to the first one, right?  It's boring anyways.  I figured I would stay home and catch up on some homework projects anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was surfing the net (yes, instead of doing homework, how did that happen?) and I found a workout dvd by Carmen Electra called &lt;a href="http://www.aerobicstriptease.com/store/customer/index.php"&gt;Aerobic Striptease&lt;/a&gt; (yeah, I finally figured out how to put in the link).  So, should I buy it?  It looks like fun.  And I would get a work out and I would learn something new....hahaha!  I think I would hide it if my mom came over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-115100272978940468?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/115100272978940468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=115100272978940468' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115100272978940468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115100272978940468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-shoot-me.html' title='So shoot me....'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-115098947640692194</id><published>2006-06-22T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T10:17:56.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Ramblings....</title><content type='html'>Let's start off by saying I am close to my weight goal so of course I am gonna change it.  Back on May 14th (no I don't know how to link it here so you'll have to look it up on your own, or not) I found out that I was going to have 3weeks off from school.  I decided to use that time to lose weight.  I wanted to loose 10 lbs. by now.  I have lost 8 lbs. according to my scale.  Wa-hoo!  So I have decided that I want to lose another 5-8lbs. by the time we hit the beach at the end of July.  That is attainable.  I have 1 month to do it in.  Unfortunately that means I need to work out.  I've done most of my weight loss by cutting back on the food.  I just don't have the time to work out.  School is over July 6th. Then I will have time to work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am bombarded by homework.  I can't even see straight.  I have started stressing out, which caused a sore in my mouth.  Also, the headaches started in yesterday, too.  I have 2 more weeks left.  Which is great because it will all be over soon, but I have no idea how I am going to get all my projects done in time.  Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancer has been out of town this whole week. I get to pick him up at the airport tomorrow night. He has been texting me every day and calling me every night.  I think that is awesome because I didn't expect him to do that since he is on vacation.  He is just so attentive.  Plus he knows my love tank gets filled with quality time since he is reading the book (5 love languages).  I think his love language is touch.  Gotta love that..hehe! So I guess that means if he spends time with me I will touch him, lol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done rambling for now.....gotta hit the books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-115098947640692194?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/115098947640692194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=115098947640692194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115098947640692194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115098947640692194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/06/random-ramblings.html' title='Random Ramblings....'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-115089594436877960</id><published>2006-06-21T08:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T08:19:04.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/100_0395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/320/100_0395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby girl lost her first tooth! I almost cried. She patted me on the back and said she would always be my baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-115089594436877960?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/115089594436877960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=115089594436877960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115089594436877960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115089594436877960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-tooth.html' title='First tooth'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-115077651236866627</id><published>2006-06-19T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T23:08:32.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a keeper!</title><content type='html'>Ok it is past 10:30 pm.  I have not done my 3 page assignment that is due tomorrow, yet.  Instead, I am writing in my blog.  What other things can I do to procrastinate just a little bit longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnyyyyways...  I think Dancer is a keeper.  This is why.  I am planning a trip to my dads house in July.  The drive is approximately 11 hours.  With a 5 year old who has never been on a rode trip lasting longer than 3 hours, it may take us 12 or 13 hours to get there.  Originally the plan was my stepdad was gonna drive with us up there and drop us off at my dad's house and then he would procede on to his moms house about 3 hours away.  He would then come back and pick us up and we would all drive home together.  Well, due to unforseen circumstances (my brother is always ruining everything) my stepdad can't go. I found this out yesterday.  Which leaves me and lil'babs to do the trek alone.  The only problem I have is how to keep Lil'babs occupied for 12 hours by myself?  My mom, stepdad, dad and dancer were all worried about us travelling alone for that distance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is I found 2 roundtrip tickets to a city only 2 hours away from my dads house for only $228 total for both tickets!!!!  The cost of tickets are cheaper than what I would pay in gas.  My dad will drive down and pick us up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the reason Dancer is a keeper.  I told him tonight that I found tickets and that Lil'babs and I won't have to drive after all.  He told me he had decided after I told him yesterday that we were driving by ourselves to my dads,  that he was gonna drive up there with us and fly back home and then fly back up and drive back with us! My jaw dropped to the floor.  I can't believe he would be willing to do that for us!  My own parents, who didn't like the idea of us driving because of the safety issue, didn't even offer anything like that.  I am just in awe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-115077651236866627?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/115077651236866627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=115077651236866627' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115077651236866627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115077651236866627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-have-keeper.html' title='I have a keeper!'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-115069149040635811</id><published>2006-06-18T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T23:31:30.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The twisted...</title><content type='html'>I think there is an invisible fairy that lives in my house.  This little fairy loves to lock the doors leading out of the house.  She thinks it is hilarious to lock it when I go out to the mailbox or take out the trash.  I am only gone for a minute.  I come back and the door is locked.  Why oh why does she torture me this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did again to me tonight.  I was taking out the trash.  I was only gone long enough to walk it down to the curb.  By the time I came back she had struck again.  I was locked out of my own house.  I got smart this time.  I am on to her.  I finally have an extra set of keys hidden away outside of the house because I knew that little fairy would strike again.  I've learned it is not fun explaining to a neighbor that I have a fairy in my house that likes to lock the doors on me, and can I please use your phone to call my mom who has keys to get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I hope she doesn't decide to move on to my car now that she knows I can get back into my house with the extra set of keys.  I don't have an extra set of keys for the car, yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-115069149040635811?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/115069149040635811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=115069149040635811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115069149040635811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115069149040635811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/06/twisted.html' title='The twisted...'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-115051726183001157</id><published>2006-06-16T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T23:07:41.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My little fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/100_0373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/320/100_0373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby girl is beginning to be a great swimmer. At the beginning of the season she swam cautiously. Now she loves jumping in the pool. She can swim across the pool's width. She can float on her back and she can swim for a very short amount of time under water (she refuses to wear goggles which would make it a lot easier). I am surprised she hasn't grown gills and fins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/320/100_0376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-115051726183001157?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/115051726183001157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=115051726183001157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115051726183001157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115051726183001157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-little-fish.html' title='My little fish'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-115051645056322543</id><published>2006-06-16T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T22:54:10.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just a little scared....</title><content type='html'>What do I say?  How can I explain it?  This new relationship has really taken off.  I basically have an ear to ear grin on my face all day and all night long.  We see each other 2 or 3 times a week.  When we arn't together we are texting like crazy.  We have a real connection.  I feel like I have known him forever.  We don't even have to talk, we can just stare at each other and tell what the other is thinking.  I am having a great time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am emotionally attached.  He is too.  He verbalizes his feelings towards me.  I am a little more stand-off-ish in this conversation.  I am scared it is just pheramones.  It will wear off eventually, right?  I don't want to get hurt.  It is still early, so I've decided to just enjoy myself and take things as they come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of enjoying myself....he has invited me to go to Mexico.  We were talking about beaches.  I told him I am just dying to get to the beach and will be headed to a TX beach at the end of July.  He is headed to San Diego tomorrow for a week vacation with his girls.  So he decided that since he was going to the beach and I was going to the beach that we should also go to the beach.  Well he didn't have to twist my arm on that one.  So, sometime in August we will be on the beach together.  Yea!  Can't wait!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-115051645056322543?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/115051645056322543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=115051645056322543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115051645056322543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115051645056322543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-little-scared.html' title='just a little scared....'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-115008925165037728</id><published>2006-06-11T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T00:14:11.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>an update....</title><content type='html'>Guess where I went today?  The maze!  For those of you who know me, I am addicted to it.  I haven't been in awhile, so it took me a whole 6 minutes to get out (4 is my record).  I got to add another "get lost" koozie to my collection.  It took Dancer 11 minutes, which is really good for a maze virgin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got to spend some "quality time"(my love language) tonight with Dancer.  A lot of cuddle time, which I love.  He is so easy to talk to.  I feel like we fit like a glove laying side by side.  I found one of our conversations interesting.  We were talking about our most recent relationships.  The last one he had was almost identical to mine.  He said she was real nice.  He enjoyed her company. There was a few things he wasn't sure he wanted to deal with that was a part of her life.   He said he just didn't feel "it" with her, like a real everlasting connection.  He didn't see his future with her.  He said they had broke up and then got back together then he broke it off permanently because he knew she was't the one.  It was like deja vu when he was telling me this.  I told him it sounds just like the way it was for me with PC.  He thought it was weird how different it feels being with me.  He likes the connection we have (I am thinking wow!).  I feel the connection too, he is just more vocal about it than I am.  I am cautious at this point to say too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a busy week ahead.  I have family coming in town Mon and Tuesday night.  I have 2 quizzes on Wed., ugh!  I will see Dancer Thursday night.  He goes out of town on Sat. for a whole week.  :(  I will have the whole weekend to myself because Lil'babs will be at her dads.  That will be a good time to catch up on homework and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-115008925165037728?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/115008925165037728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=115008925165037728' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115008925165037728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/115008925165037728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/06/update.html' title='an update....'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114999720355129742</id><published>2006-06-10T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T22:40:03.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>There is more hunger for love and appreciation in this world than for bread.  &lt;br /&gt;    ~ Mother Teresa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114999720355129742?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114999720355129742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114999720355129742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114999720355129742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114999720355129742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/06/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114989448990467632</id><published>2006-06-09T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T18:08:09.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.vizeau.com/"&gt;http://www.vizeau.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the secret swimsuit collection.&lt;br /&gt;Yeow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114989448990467632?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114989448990467632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114989448990467632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114989448990467632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114989448990467632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/06/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114973864086158632</id><published>2006-06-07T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T22:50:40.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog title should be dull or crazy life...</title><content type='html'>My life is either dull or crazy.  There seems to be no inbetween.  I have been bored for the last 3 weeks.  It was kinda fun the first week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to go back to school.  I started Mon.  I have 2 classes Mon-Thurs.  I am gone from 9am-4pm.  Unlike someone I know (Snow) I have homework in both of these classes every evening.  So, I now go to school all day and do homework at night after Lil'babs goes to sleep.  Fun with a capital F.  In addition, next Monday I have my cousin and her 2 kids coming in for 2 days.  Tuesday will be my other cousin and his daughter.  They leave Wed. morning for a dude ranch near SA.  Then to top it off I have 2 quizzes Wed.  I have no idea when I will have time to study for those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do get to go out this Thursday with my Dancer.  I can't wait. We will get together with a few other people we know and dance till our hearts are content.  (Did the same thing last Thursday:~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancer is the sweetest thing.  He says the sweetest things.  We talk all the time.  We have so much in common.  It's great!  Here are some random text messages that I have received from Dancer over the last few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special girl on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for putting a smile on my face xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing anything under those?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe your pj’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagination, I’ve been using mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams.  Your call was the highlight of my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hey sexy, yes I am daydreaming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114973864086158632?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114973864086158632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114973864086158632' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114973864086158632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114973864086158632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-blog-title-should-be-dull-or-crazy.html' title='My blog title should be dull or crazy life...'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114957157206336097</id><published>2006-06-06T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T00:26:12.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the second half of the story....</title><content type='html'>(the first half is below this post)&lt;br /&gt;The following week was Thanksgiving.  We spent Thanksgiving at my parent’s house.  We were there pretty much all day.  We arrived home around 10 pm.  We had an answering machine with several messages on it. (Our answering machine refers to both boyfriend and I living there).  He pushes the button.  Some guy (I didn’t know it at the time, but it was John) left a message saying “Babs, you didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend”.  My boyfriend was like “Who was that?”  I said “ I have no idea”.  The next message is the same voice “Why did you invite me over, but didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend?”.  Now my boyfriend is getting a little pissed off because he thinks I am seeing someone and I am pissed because I don’t know who it is. Then the phone rings.  Boyfriend answers it.  The guy says “so you’re the boyfriend?”  Boyfriend says”who is this?”  He says “ask her”.  So he asks me.  I grab the phone and say “who is this?”  He says "come on you know who this is”  I say “Uh, no I don’t”  He says “Why did you invite me over when you have a boyfriend?”  I say “who is this?”  He says “You know who this is”. Me- “ I don’t know who you are and I did not invite you over!”  I hung up.  I proceeded to tell boyfriend that it is some psycho or someone that has the wrong number because he is looking at me like I cheated on him or something.  The weirdo calls back.  Boyfriend answers and cusses him out and hangs up.  He didn’t call back, but…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About thirty minutes later while boyfriend and I are watching TV, we see out the blinds from our second floor apartment a cop driving by slowly with his spotlight checking out some cars. Boyfriend and I see this cop get out of his car and look into both my and his car with the flashlight.  Boyfriends runs to back bedroom and tells me to tell him he’s not here (I find out after we are married why he did that, but that is a whole other story).  The cop knocks on the door.  I answer.  He says “is everything alright?”  I said “yes, why?”  He said “someone called in and said that he was talking on the phone with you and heard you and boyfriend yelling and he was afraid for my safety.”  I told the cop that that was not true that I have been receiving calls from that guy and he was harassing us.  I asked for the guys name and he told me John.  It didn’t ring a bell that night.  I had no idea who the John was that called me and the cops.  I was getting scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two days later at work I was registering the rent that had come in.  Guess who’s name pops up on my rent roll.  Yup, John.  And it clicks.  He was the John that had called.  The John that had been chatting with me the last couple of Sundays.  He was psycho.  Now I was really scared.  I told my co-worker.  She pulled his number and called him pretending to be a cop (I am sure it is an illegal offense to do so, but we didn’t care at the time).  She told him that they new what he was up to and according to his previous record he better not contact me again or he will be put away again.  She said he sounded scared and apologetic.  Luckily I didn’t see him for the next month.  In January I got a new job and apartment at another apartment complex and hightailed my butt outta there! I didn’t want to wait around to see what would happen if I had stayed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114957157206336097?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114957157206336097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114957157206336097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114957157206336097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114957157206336097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/06/second-half-of-story.html' title='the second half of the story....'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114951470554147350</id><published>2006-06-05T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T08:39:32.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is he stalking me?</title><content type='html'>It all happened in 1995. I was a leasing agent for an apartment complex (although we were not allowed to call it a complex, it was a community). I also lived in an apartment there on the second floor with my soon to be husband. The complex was divided by a city street. A 1/4 of it was on one side and ¾ of it on the other. We lived on the larger side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a friendly, helpful person by nature, and this is partially a customer service job. Frequently the tenants of the apartment came by to chat. There was one guy, we’ll call him John, that lived on the smaller side. We always chatted when he dropped off the rent. The office I worked in was on the larger side and has a workout room and dry sauna connected to the backside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine Sunday afternoon when I was at work, John came by for a visit. (His stats: mid 40’s and ugly, that about sums it up.) He said he has been living there for awhile and decided to give the dry sauna a try. He wanted to know how to get to it after office hours and how to work it. So I showed him how to get to the backside of the office and how to adjust the sauna knobs. That was that. The following 2 Sundays he came by again and chatted for about a ½ hour. I guess he found out that I worked alone on Sundays and my traffic for business was slow. I figured since he lived by himself, that he was lonely and didn’t have anyone to talk to. My young (21) innocent, naive mind thought: What’s the harm in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114951470554147350?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114951470554147350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114951470554147350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114951470554147350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114951470554147350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/06/is-he-stalking-me.html' title='Is he stalking me?'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114903482953804386</id><published>2006-05-30T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T19:20:29.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>I was reading the Sunday newspaper today at my mom's house (I don't subscribe) and I was reading the list of local fallen heros that the newspaper was paying tribute to for Memorial Day.  I recognized one of my classmates from my high school graduating class, Foster Harrington.  There is no mistaking that name.  I looked it up online and the picture confirmed that it was indeed him.  He died Sept. 2004.  Weird that I just now know about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him at my 10 year class reunion just a year and a half before his death.  He was a skinny kid and very shy in school.  He had a crush on me in 8th grade.  He lived only 6 blocks away.  We rode the bus together in junior high.  We talked for quite sometime at the reunion.  I am so glad for that.  He told me he was in the marine reserves and was an EMT.  He looked good.  He was happy.  He had filled out that skinny body.  I am so sad to know he is gone and that he gave his life for our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.militarycity.com/valor/370952.html"&gt;http://www.militarycity.com/valor/370952.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114903482953804386?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114903482953804386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114903482953804386' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114903482953804386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114903482953804386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/05/belated-memorial-day.html' title='Belated Memorial Day'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114891575386479625</id><published>2006-05-29T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T10:15:53.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day....</title><content type='html'>A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort. – Herm Albright&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114891575386479625?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114891575386479625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114891575386479625' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114891575386479625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114891575386479625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/05/quote-of-day_29.html' title='Quote of the day....'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114867786939724591</id><published>2006-05-26T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T16:11:09.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just realized...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday &lt;strong&gt;would&lt;/strong&gt; have been my tenth wedding anniversary.  I am so glad I celebrated with a first date!   LOL!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114867786939724591?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114867786939724591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114867786939724591' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114867786939724591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114867786939724591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-just-realized.html' title='I just realized...'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114867775076644742</id><published>2006-05-26T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T16:09:10.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The details...</title><content type='html'>For those of you who may not have or don't frequent the other message board....here goes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date&lt;br /&gt;We started out at the Vietnamese restaurant. He had a sampler platter, I had the usual. He seemed to like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had great conversation. I found out a few things I like about him. He is very active. He likes to kayak, rock climb, play softball(me too), rollerblade, etc. etc., overall he is just very active which is why he is so thin. For those of you wanting to know he is about 6', blonde hair, blue eyes and has a nice jaw line, nice to look at. During conversation I figured out that he is very involved with his kids, sounds responsible with his money and doesn't drink much. All A+'s in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to his dance studio for the "dance". The theme was Aladin. A few people were dressed that way. They even had a magician. I had a great time. I love to dance and we did so for about 2 hours. I caught on very quickly to the different dances. It was nice that they would announce what dance to dance to to each song. Like they would announce "this one is a swing". Everyone there was very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we went next door to have a drink with a few people from the studio. Then we went to TGIFridays for dessert (mudslide yum!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it in a nutshell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114867775076644742?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114867775076644742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114867775076644742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114867775076644742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114867775076644742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/05/details.html' title='The details...'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114857990913347655</id><published>2006-05-25T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T12:58:29.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday and today</title><content type='html'>Not much to write about.  It is pretty much same stuff different day.  What day is it anyways?  Having three weeks off will do this to a person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did end up with a huge kink in my neck yesterday.  ooooooo, big news, eh?  LOL.  I does hurt like the dickens.  Had a hard time sleeping.  It has loosened up some today, but still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Lil'babs last day of pre-k.  She was sad to leave her friends but excited for summer break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are headed out to go swimming with some friends this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a date tonight.  We are to do dinner and dancing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114857990913347655?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114857990913347655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114857990913347655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114857990913347655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114857990913347655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/05/yesterday-and-today.html' title='Yesterday and today'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114844295219543575</id><published>2006-05-23T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T22:55:52.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mo' Money</title><content type='html'>I have my info listed with this research company in the area.  Every blue moon they call me.  Well they musta known that I needed vacation money because they called me last week.  They wanted me to come in and talk about local area hospitals.  They asked me a few questions over the phone and I qualified.  So for 1 1/2 hours last night I sat with a group of 8 other people (called a focus group) and gave my opinion on hospitals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, the only time I have ever been in the hospital for myself was to give birth.  I have visited other people in these hospitals (mostly because they gave birth).  Most of the information I gave them was perceived opinion.  They were fine with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 1 1/2 hours they gave me $75.  Yes, seventy-five dollars cash!  Totally worth my time and gas money to do that, don'tcha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off subject....my poor Lil'babs was sick last night.  She woke me up around 3am with tummy troubles.  She upchucked 3 times during the 4 o'clock hour.  I am so proud of her actually getting up and making it to the upchuck bucket I had for her (just in case).  Not many adults can even do that!   I decided to turn off the alarm and let us sleep in.  She was disappointed I kept her home from school because she only has two more days left.  After she awoke she was fine.  She ate good all day.  Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114844295219543575?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114844295219543575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114844295219543575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114844295219543575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114844295219543575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/05/mo-money.html' title='Mo&apos; Money'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114831248962793089</id><published>2006-05-22T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T10:41:29.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My big girl</title><content type='html'>Lil'babs was at her dad's house yesterday.  She called me yesterday morning with some news.  Her tooth was loose.  Well I have been hearing that her tooth was loose for the last 6 months.  She has a few older friends that have lost teeth and they told her about the tooth fairy.  She has been wanting to loose her teeth since then.  Last week she even took some toilet paper and waded it up real small and whispered to me "I am gonna trick the tooth fairy into thinking this is my tooth"  Of course I told her the tooth fairy was pretty smart and would figure it out.  Well, since she called to tell me the big news she was very adament this time.  Her dad got on the phone and confirmed that is was indeed a bottom loose tooth.  The first thing she showed me when she got home was her loose tooth.  I wiggled it and ended up getting all emotional.  My eyes welled up.  I told her that she couldn't loose any teeth because that meant she was growing up!  I didn't want her to grow up.  She was to stay my baby forever!  She told me "Mama, I will always be your baby!"  Isn't she the sweetest thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, what is the tooth fairy paying nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to add this in, too.  Every night I brush Lil"babs teeth.  She gets to do it herself in the morning.  Well, she never holds still for very long.  So, about 3 months ago I started singing the Star Spangled Banner while brushing her teeth.  It is the longest song that I know the words to.  Anyways, about a week ago I had finished the song and Lil'babs spit and rinsed.  She turned to me and said "Mama you should be on American Idol!"  I laughed to myself because I don't sing well at all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114831248962793089?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114831248962793089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114831248962793089' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114831248962793089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114831248962793089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-big-girl.html' title='My big girl'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114827152175409254</id><published>2006-05-21T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:18:41.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Night out</title><content type='html'>I had a night out with the girls (and one guy) Sat. night.  There were 6 of us girls and 1 guy (one of the girl's boyfriend).  2 of us were single and on the prowl.  We had a great time.  We hit three different bars downtown and pretty much closed the last one down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was up so late (or early whichever way you want to look at it) that I decided to sleep until my little heart was contented.  That is until my neighbor decided that this was the day he decided to replace his wood gate after 3 years of it falling apart!  His gate is approximately 10 feet outside my bedroom window.  Now granted it was 10 am and anyone has the right to start banging on their fence at that time.  But it was the one day I get to sleep in!  So I am a little tired and headed to bed now. &lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114827152175409254?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114827152175409254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114827152175409254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114827152175409254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114827152175409254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/05/night-out.html' title='Night out'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114808216965969442</id><published>2006-05-19T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T18:42:49.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night....</title><content type='html'>I had a great time last night.  I did a lot of dancing with a lot of nice people.  I was pooped when I got home.  Just glad to get out....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114808216965969442?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114808216965969442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114808216965969442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114808216965969442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114808216965969442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/05/last-night.html' title='Last night....'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114797471370754715</id><published>2006-05-18T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T12:51:53.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Queen</title><content type='html'>I haven't been out dancing since November!  That is a long time for me.  Too much time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am headed to Billy Bob's.  It is the world's largest honkey tonk.  Anyways, my parents take dance lessons.  This dance studio has outings all the time.  Tonight it is Billy Bob's.  They have invited me to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is this guy my mom has been telling me about.  I can't remember if he is an instructor or student.  I think she told me he was 38 and has a kiddo.  She told me all of this months ago, so I don't remember the details.  She told him about me and wanted to set us up. So, she told him I was going tonight.  Well at least I'll have someone to dance with other than my stepdad, who is not very good at two-stepping.  This should be interesting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ABBA-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oooo ya)You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life ohh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ooo.. see that girl, watch that scene, diggin the Dancing Queen (ahhh ahhh)&lt;br /&gt;Friday night and the lights are low Looking out for the place to go&lt;br /&gt;Where they play the right music, getting in the swing You come in to look for a king&lt;br /&gt;Anybody could be that guy Night is young and the music's high&lt;br /&gt;With a bit of rock music, everything is fine You're in the mood for a dance&lt;br /&gt;And when you get the chance&lt;br /&gt;You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen&lt;br /&gt;Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine ohh yeah&lt;br /&gt;You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life&lt;br /&gt;Ooo see that girl, watch that scene, diggin the Dancing Queen&lt;br /&gt;You're a teaser, you turn 'em on Leave 'em burning and then you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Looking out for another, anyone will do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You're in the mood for a dance And when you get the chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You are the Dancing Queen&lt;/span&gt;, young and sweet, only seventeen Dancing Queen,&lt;br /&gt;feel the beat from the tambourine ohh yaaa&lt;br /&gt;You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life&lt;br /&gt;Ooo.. see that girl, watch that scene, dig in the Dancing Queen&lt;br /&gt;Diggin the Dancing Queen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114797471370754715?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114797471370754715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114797471370754715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114797471370754715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114797471370754715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/05/dancing-queen.html' title='Dancing Queen'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114792183509090623</id><published>2006-05-17T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T22:10:35.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quote of the day</title><content type='html'>"Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." -  Dr Suess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114792183509090623?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114792183509090623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114792183509090623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114792183509090623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114792183509090623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/05/quote-of-day.html' title='quote of the day'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114792043712870995</id><published>2006-05-17T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T21:47:17.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On vacation, but in need of a vacation....</title><content type='html'>Surprisingly last Friday I found out that my class got cancelled for Maymester.  So here I am on vacation with no plans.  I'd love to make plans, but Lil'babs doesn't get out of school til the 25th, so we are stuck here til then.  I was considering taking her to San Antionio to visit Sea World during the last week of May, but her Dad said something about wanting to take her this summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the type that always has these big plans that never happen.  Do you know the type?  I have heard about this Sea World trip from him 2 summers ago.  It fell thru.  Will this one happen?  I am gonna double check with him this weekend to be sure.  I am not sure what else we can do vacation wise on a limited budget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have our big stuff planned for July.  A trip to Iowa to visit my dad,  a trip to go toobing down the river (I hope, it is not set in stone and it would be without Lil'babs),  and a trip to the Texas coast.  I have been looking at beach umbrellas.  I may be able to borrow my moms patio umbrella.  My dad said when I am up visiting I can get his beach umbrella holder.  It digs into the sand and holds the umbrella (hence the name).  This works out great because if I am gonna be on the beach all day I gotta have shade!  So I am gonna have the beach umbrella, chairs, cooler, bucket and shovel, towels ...wait... I gotta carry all of that crap.  Maybe I need to pack a wagon or something...lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....I was having this conversation with my xboyfriend (we are still good friends) about vacations. ( Sidenote:  2 Christmases ago we didn't exchange presents.  We decided instead to use that money and we would take a trip to Cancun in the spring.  Well that never happened because he never had the money to go.  We broke up before this last Christmas.  )  Getting on with the conversation... he says he is getting a big bonus check soon and wants to go to Cancun and wants to know if I am interested.  I tell him I don't have the money.  He says he feels bad for not having the money to go back then and will pay my way now.  I asked him don't you think that would be a bit awkward.  He said I dunno.  And I just left it at that.  On one hand I would love to go because I am dying for a vacation and hell he is paying for it.  But on the other hand I don't want to lead him on or into thinking that there may still be something.  I haven't said anything since and he hasn't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk almost everyday.  I asked him last night if he thought we would still talk this often if one of us started dating someone.  He said probably not as much.  He said he hoped that whoever we moved on with would understand that we will always be friends. I said me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114792043712870995?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114792043712870995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114792043712870995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114792043712870995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114792043712870995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/05/on-vacation-but-in-need-of-vacation.html' title='On vacation, but in need of a vacation....'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114774121787615063</id><published>2006-05-16T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T19:13:24.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The incident</title><content type='html'>(Some background information before I start the story. My stepdad has OCD. His house is immaculate. At any time any day you can go to my parents house and it is so clean you can eat off the floor. According to him it is never clean enough. It looks like a model home you tour.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got off the phone with my mom. This is how it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my family on my moms side live in VietNam. She decided to call her sister. The first set of numbers that you dial to call there are 011 followed by a long list of numbers. It is easy to get them mixed up and have to hang up and start over. This is what happened to my mom. She tried several times before getting the long list of numbers correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when my mom calls Viet Nam it is expensive, so she doesn't like interruptions. So when her door bell started ringing she ignored it. She wasn't expecting anyone and figured it was the neighborhood kids looking for Lil'babs (we are over there almost every day). Well who ever it was the kept ringing the damn doorbell. My mom got frustrated and told her sister to hold on so she could go see who it was. It was the police! The wanted to know if someone had dialed 911 from this house. My mom was surprised and said no, that she was the only one home and she had been on the phone for a bit. Then it occurred to her that she must have accidently dialed 911 instead of 011. She told him this. He asked if it would be alright if he came in to look around. Of course my mom agreed. She was sure he just needed to look around to be sure no one else called and needed his help. Apparently he was satisfied and turned to leave. On his way out he turned and said to my mom " This is the cleanest house I have ever seen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was pretty funny that mom misdialed and didn't realize she had called 911 because that is just like her but I was laughing my ass off when she told me about what the officer had said !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114774121787615063?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114774121787615063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114774121787615063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114774121787615063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114774121787615063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/05/incident.html' title='The incident'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114773901268477874</id><published>2006-05-15T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T19:23:32.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A better me?</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I decided to get in shape.  When I have tried this in the past it never seems to last long, but this time is different...right?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to work out for at least 30 min, 5 times a week, and to eat healthier.  I would ultimately like to lose 15 lbs, but 10 is more realistic.  I know it won't drop off, but I think 10 lbs can be attainable in 6 weeks, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I walked on the treadmill during The Price is Right.  I love that show.  I ran during commercials.  (Side note:  I hate to run.  I use to say that I will only run if someone is chasing me.) So I need to work up to running stamina because I know this is where the weight dropping off will occur.  I walked/ran for 25min.  and then used 5lb weights with my arms, then did crunches.  Total of 40 minutes.  Also, I drank more water today than I am use to.  Not bad for the first day!   I even resisted brownies this evening, and I am a sweetaholic!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good.  The time I crave sweets the most is between 8 and 10 pm.  I am gonna be good.  I am gonna be good.  I am gonna be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to day number 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114773901268477874?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114773901268477874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114773901268477874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114773901268477874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114773901268477874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/05/better-me.html' title='A better me?'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114771365154509373</id><published>2006-05-15T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T12:20:51.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's quote</title><content type='html'>Every day is a new beginning. Treat it that way. Stay away from what might have been, and look at what can be.--Marsha Petrie Sue (The CEO of You)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114771365154509373?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114771365154509373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114771365154509373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114771365154509373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114771365154509373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/05/todays-quote.html' title='Today&apos;s quote'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114766490516732251</id><published>2006-05-14T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T22:48:25.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>My daughter woke me up this morning with her beaming smile and a great big hug "Happy Mother's Day " she says in her sweet voice.  What a way to wake up.  With the love of your life hugging you.  That is what lil'babs is, the love of my life.  It is weird to think of how it was before she came along, and I could never imagine my future without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed today.  I was so depressed yesterday.  After being so pissed off Friday night, it turned Saturday into depression.  Today has brought everything back into perspective.  What is my main goal right now?  To finish school and graduate.  It doesn't matter how I get there as long as I get there.  My motto "just do it and get it over with so you can move on".  So I surprisingly have a 3 week vacation before my summer classes start.  What a great time to work out on the treadmill and work off some of this fat so I can go try on swimsuits.  Goal:  lose 5 lbs in 3 weeks, and 10 in 6 weeks. I'd really love to join a gym, but I don't have the money.  The treadmill and weights at home are gonna have to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to today.  So, Lil'babs made me breakfast in bed (cereal).  I opened the present her dad(and his girlfriend) bought for her to give to me.  Some nice bubble bath, candle and a nice pajama set.  This was the nicest gift (doesn't happen every year so big kuddos for this year).  Anyways, Lil'babs and I took my mom and stepdad out to Olive Garden for lunch.  We came back to their house and spent the afternoon by the pool.  It was a great day.  Very relaxing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first Mothers Day for a couple of people I know that will not be celebrating with their own mothers for the first time.  I can't imagine what that feels like.  My girlfriend lost her mother last summer.  I called her and left a message.  She text me back, I don't think she was in a talking mood.  Understandable.  In addition, my cousin lost his wife in February.  His 12 year old daughter did not have her mother with her today.  I hope to call them tomorrow.  He is a preacher, so today is his busiest work day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mothers's Day to you moms out there!  Big hugs and prayers to those who have lost a mom or child and are just trying to make it through the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114766490516732251?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114766490516732251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114766490516732251' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114766490516732251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114766490516732251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114749191184245344</id><published>2006-05-12T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T22:45:11.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AARRRGGGHHHH!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so upset!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Maymester class got cancelled. The class got cancelled because not enough people signed up for it. This is a big deal since it is not offered at all this summer and I student teach in the fall. We are not allowed to take any classes during student teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that I can request special permission to take this class in the fall. Great, but here is what makes me mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The reason they don't want us taking classes while student teaching is because student teaching is like having a full time job with homework. You teach all day and then go home and make lesson plans for the next day or several days, grade papers etc. I don't want to have to worry about a class and it's homework, reading and study time that is required while trying to take care of my student teaching requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They offer the class that I need on Mon nights from 5-7:50, in the fall. Here is the problem. It is at a totally different campus, in a totally different direction and I will have to fight traffic to get there at 5pm. (I'm thinking it will take me 1 1/2 hours vs. the 40 min it takes to get to my home campus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Because it is at 5pm and I have to fight traffic, I will have to leave at 3:30 which is when the school I'll be teaching at will let out. When will I see my own kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is only once a week, but I was suppose to have it in Maymester for 13 days and be done with it. And be totally done with classes by July 7th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to deal with this!!! I am more stressed out now than I have been the whole semester from hell that i just finished. I cried earlier, than I became irate, now I am at the point where I just need something to drink AND I HAVE NOTHING HERE TO DRINK!!!!! Do you know how frustrating that is? It is so hard being a single mom because when your kid goes to sleep you can't just run to the store for something. I do have a bottle of buttershots that I like in the winter to have with my hot chocolate. but I don't want a shot. I want to nurse something. Like a cosmo or Malibu rum and pineapple, I'd even settle for some Arbor Mist. I quit smoking last year (except on my birthday) BUT I sure could use one of those right now, too. Where is the alcohol and cig delivery service when you need one. Sure they deliver pizza, chinese, and hell they even deliver prescriptions ( I could use some of those, too) Why can't they deliver alcohol and stogies? I'd be willing to tip 'em big for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just need to go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114749191184245344?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114749191184245344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114749191184245344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114749191184245344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114749191184245344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/05/aarrrggghhhh.html' title='AARRRGGGHHHH!!!'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114740587030483222</id><published>2006-05-11T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T22:51:10.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>Four days of freedom and how did I spend my first day?  Doing pretty much nothing!  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;I was awaken by a phone call from my mom.  She wanted to know what we were still doing sleeping?  It was 7:30!  Lil'babs goes to school at 8am.  So, I wake her up and rush her to school.  What do I do then?  I go back to bed.  I so love my bed!  Also, I had Nyquil last night so it was easy to fall back asleep.  I slept til 10:30 and picked up lil'babs at 11am.  Had lunch, caught up on  Y&amp;R (Young and the Restless), walked on the treadmill, took a shower, we went to my moms, laid outside in the beautiful weather, lil'babs went to play with friends.  We came home, played with her Pollys, ate dinner.  Put Lil'babs to bed at 7:30, watched TV and played on the internet.  And here I am.  Going to bed soon.  Wow, you still reading?  Pretty boring, eh?  And thats the way, uh huh, uh huh, I like it, uh huh, uh huh.  Maybe I'll do it again tomorrow....  you jealous?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114740587030483222?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114740587030483222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114740587030483222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114740587030483222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114740587030483222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/05/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114731956577298141</id><published>2006-05-10T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T22:52:45.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~  Happy Dance !!! ~~~~</title><content type='html'>Yee Haw!!!  My semester from hell is over!!!!  I can remember not to long ago (Nov-Jan to be exact) about how nervous I was taking 7 classes in one semester.  I was so worried.  And now it is all over!!!  HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 3 finals today.  The first two I blew through in 30 min.  The last one took me 2 hours!!  Eight of us went out afterwards and celebrated with some Tex-Mex and alcohol.  Yeah baby!!  Even our professor went with us.  She is a great teacher and one of my favorites.  I found out that I will have her this June for another class.  I am looking forward to that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have a 4 day break (yes, only 4 days) and I start back up again on Monday.  It will be 1 class that lasts 4 hours a day, for 13 days, including Memorial Day.  I did a class like this last year and it is pure torture...BUT quick torture.  Kinda like ripping a band aid off instead of pulling it off slowly.  Pulling it off slowly was this semester I just finished with the 7 classes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't have my final grades for this smester until Friday, I think.  Right now it looks like I might have pulled straight A's.  Cross your fingers!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114731956577298141?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114731956577298141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114731956577298141' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114731956577298141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114731956577298141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-dance.html' title='~~~  Happy Dance !!! ~~~~'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114705853941572361</id><published>2006-05-07T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T22:22:19.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chatty Cathy....</title><content type='html'>Have you ever watched a movie with someone and they interrupt all the time?  It drives me crazy!  My mom does this.  My stepdad, mom and I were watching a movie, it was an ok movie called Two for the Money.  I certainly didn't mind drooling over Matthew McConaughey.  Anyhoo, throughout the entire movie my moms says things like "I don't get it"  "What did he just say?" "oh, I hate anticipation" "they talk to fast"and so on.  She also predicts throughout the movie what is gonna happen next.  She talks through the whole thing.  I ask my stepdad how does he live like this?  He says he just ignores her, lol.   It was very hard to ignore.  Next time I think I will just bring the movie home and curl up on the couch and watch it with no interruptions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114705853941572361?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114705853941572361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114705853941572361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114705853941572361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114705853941572361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/05/chatty-cathy.html' title='Chatty Cathy....'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114694046517945319</id><published>2006-05-06T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T13:34:25.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up with that?</title><content type='html'>I don't get it.  There is this guy. I've mentioned him in the past on the message board that some of you frequent.  He seemed interested back then because he flirted heavy with me.  Then after Jan.  It just kinda stopped.  I didn't pursue it.  I figured he just wasn't interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he has emailed me again a couple of times in the last week or two after I ran into him at his moms house.  His mom lives two doors down from my parents.  I've known her for at least 7 years.  Anyways he was there hanging new coach lights on her house.  Lil'babs and I were outside and she wanted to say hi to the mom.  We went over and while we were talking he was winking and rubbed my shoulds at one point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with that?  He needs to come out and say he likes me and wants to go out or quit with the flirting crap.  I hate mixed signals, although I am guilty of giving them all the time.  So I give up.  If he can't make the moves, screw him (which is what I would really like to do , hehehe) (did I just say that?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note my going out dancing plans got cancelled tonight.  Friend can't go.  She is putting her dog down today.  She has had an awesome white German Shepard for 13 years.  Long time, eh?  She has been having a lot of problems, poor thing.  I had a dog for 18 years that I had to put down 7 years ago and it about killed me. So, my prayers are with her today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another side note... I talked with a friend today that I haven't talked to in forever!!  What's weird is I knew May 6th was his birthday, but it didn't occur to me that today was May 6th and I just decided to call him out of the blue on his birthday !  Weird, huh!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114694046517945319?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114694046517945319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114694046517945319' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114694046517945319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114694046517945319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/05/whats-up-with-that.html' title='What&apos;s up with that?'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114688620503176654</id><published>2006-05-05T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T22:30:05.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>This has been a stressful week.  I am glad it's over.  I had a final exam Mon.  I had three huge portfolios (I originally wrote POTfolios, lol!) due on Wed. and a final exam on Thursday.  I haven't had much sleep all week and I was stressed about getting everything done in time.  My face is all broke out, I know I have gained at least 5 lbs this week and now I feel a scratchy throat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least I have 4 out of 7 classes done!!  3 out of the four I know for sure my final grade is an A.  I don't have a grade on the fourth yet.  It is borderline A or B.  Same with the last 3 classes.  It will depend on how good my portfoilios are and how well I do on the final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 finals next Wed.  10:30, 1:30 and 4, ugh!  So guess what I will be doing Sun, Mon, and Tues?  I refuse to do anything before then to give myself some rest time.  And it's hard getting any sleep when it storms every night!  Thunder has woken me and lil'babs up twice this week and more storms are coming through again tonight!!  I was so tired this morning that I just dropped lil'babs off at school, slept for another 2 1/2 hours and then picked her up.  I needed it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am off to watch the Grey's Anatomy that I recorded last Sun.  I haven't had a chance to watch it all week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114688620503176654?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114688620503176654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114688620503176654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114688620503176654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114688620503176654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/05/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114658727822942836</id><published>2006-05-02T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T11:27:58.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/bugs%20bunny.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 358px" height="351" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/320/bugs%20bunny.0.jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I am a bit of a procrastinator. Especially with a tough semester at school, I have managed to put everything else off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new digital camera for Christmas. Yes, I have had it for 4 months now. It is full of pics and video. It has a large memory card, so it can hold plenty. Have I downloaded any of the pictures? No. Why? Because I figure it will take too much time and I don't have any of that. Do I know that it will take too much time? No. I just figured it would since I have no idea what I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I finally break down and give it a try this morning (instead of doing homework) it takes like 1 whole minute to transfer the pics. I just plugged the little cord thingy into my USB port and click download and....1 minute later.... viola...I have downloaded 200 pics. Easy as pie! It is taking me longer to write this post than it was to download pics. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... you know I have to share a pic from our wonderful day last Sat. in which we spent 9 hours at Six Flags.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114658727822942836?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114658727822942836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114658727822942836' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114658727822942836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114658727822942836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/05/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114627490885820465</id><published>2006-04-28T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T20:41:48.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Status:  Passed</title><content type='html'>YIPPIEEEEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the email subject line:  your state test unofficial score.......&lt;br /&gt;(the official score will be snail mailed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there for like 5 minutes just praying before I opened it.  I was so scared, and my palms were getting sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the email and I have no idea what the beginning said because I just scrolled down looking for the magic words:  PASSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114627490885820465?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114627490885820465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114627490885820465' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114627490885820465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114627490885820465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/04/status-passed.html' title='Status:  Passed'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114623744971467564</id><published>2006-04-28T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T10:17:29.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquarius</title><content type='html'>My horoscope for today.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the value of hard work, even (especially) if the results won't be available for a while. There's nothing like laying the groundwork and then seeing that the final product is just as great as you thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking this is a positive statement towards my state test?  I hope so!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114623744971467564?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114623744971467564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114623744971467564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114623744971467564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114623744971467564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/04/aquarius.html' title='Aquarius'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114623730230853370</id><published>2006-04-28T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T10:15:02.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The suspense is killing me!</title><content type='html'>I haven't really given it much thought until yesterday when I was talking on the phone to a friend and he asked how I did on my state test that I took April 8th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked away from that test having no idea how I did.  It's not one of those tests where you know you got the right answer or not.  It is more of a situational test and you have to pick the best possible answer and hope the maker of the tests feels the same way you do about the situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like multiple guess tests.  In school, while learning to be a teacher, we all know how standardized tests don't prove much and they are not very beneficial.  So when they test us for certification what do they do?  They give us the same test that they tell us is not beneficial.  Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, off my soapbox....  so I keep checking my email.  I should have the results today or tomorrow the latest.  I am so nervous because it took me 4 attempts to pass the qualifier just to get to the state test.  I hate not knowing!  I will be so disappointed if I didn't pass and have to take it again!!  UGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114623730230853370?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114623730230853370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114623730230853370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114623730230853370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114623730230853370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/04/suspense-is-killing-me.html' title='The suspense is killing me!'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114610600673702021</id><published>2006-04-26T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T21:46:46.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gray skies are gonna clear up!</title><content type='html'>Saturday's forecast&lt;br /&gt;Scattered Thunderstorms&lt;br /&gt;High: 75°Low: 56°&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain, Rain, Go Away&lt;br /&gt;Come Again Another Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do need the rain, just not this coming Sat.  My mom has a garage sale planned.  I have a big test to take, which is indoors but I don't want to drive in the rain to get there.  Lil'babs has her last soccer game...Go Sparks!!  And we plan do go to Six Flags after all of that!  We got FREE tickets  and a free parking pass (thanks to xboyfriend).  A total savings of $89.00!  Plus his company will have free food from 6-8pm which saves on spending money on their high dollar hamburgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone please send big vibes for a nice day this coming Sat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114610600673702021?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114610600673702021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114610600673702021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114610600673702021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114610600673702021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/04/gray-skies-are-gonna-clear-up.html' title='Gray skies are gonna clear up!'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114601044798019928</id><published>2006-04-25T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T20:10:17.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My mascot...</title><content type='html'>Babs Bunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/BabsBunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="133" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/320/BabsBunny.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114601044798019928?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114601044798019928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114601044798019928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114601044798019928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114601044798019928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-mascot.html' title='My mascot...'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114600902147228749</id><published>2006-04-25T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T18:50:21.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Got my car back....</title><content type='html'>I drove a Taurus for 15 days.  It was alright.  I liked the extra room, BUT it did not have a keyless remote for the door locks.  Oh man, was that a pain in the butt!  It is one thing if you have never had keyless remote, but I have had keyless remote since at least '98.  It was weird!  I can't tell you how many times I walked away from the car and then remembered I didn't have the remote and had to walk back and open the door to push the lock button.  Then because the doors automatically locked when the car was in drive, I had to unlock the back door everytime to get lil'babs out.  And would you believe the passenger side did not even have a key hole?  That was weird.  What if I was a man on a date?  I would have to walk over to my side of the car, unlock the doors and then walk back to her side to let her in.  What a pain!  Anyways can you tell I was just a little peeved about that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy to be back in my car again.  I missed it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several people have asked me if I plan on asking for financial compensation.  My mom said "you'd better".  Now, my neck did hurt real bad the first three days after we were hit.  It took a good week for it to feel better and I was able to sleep better.  So, I will tell them that I should get something for the pain and suffering.  Lil'babs has had some bad dreams because of it, too.  I just have no idea what a fair amount would be.  Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to go finish up homework now.  6 more days of this semester (spread out over the next 2 weeks) remaining!!! Yes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114600902147228749?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114600902147228749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114600902147228749' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114600902147228749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114600902147228749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/04/got-my-car-back.html' title='Got my car back....'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114582573108501646</id><published>2006-04-23T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T15:55:31.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend update.</title><content type='html'>I ended up not going out last night.  My friends and I were going to go to the Arts festival here in town and then go out dancing afterwards.  She called and told me that her beautiful 13 year old white german shepard was not doing well and that they were taking her to an ER.  They decided to stay home with her.  I don't blame them, I would have done the same.  BUT I was all geared up to go out!  I was bummed.  I had a new outfit and everything.  If you read my other post you would know how hard it was for me to even go shopping to get a new outfit.  I hated it.  But I had it and wanted to wear it.  Oh well, I guess I'll save it for next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Unfortunately next time won't be for awhile.  I have a big qualifying test next Sat., wish me luck!!  The following weekend will be spent studying (I originally wrote studding, haha) for finals...whoopy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead, I stayed home and watched a movie and pigged out on a big solid chocolate bunny.  It made me feel good while eating it and I felt guilty afterwards about eating the whole thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up not getting any homework done yesterday so I am working feverishly to get it all done today.  Things sure are taking longer than I expected them to.  I hope I get it all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's my weekend update, thrilling isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114582573108501646?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114582573108501646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114582573108501646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114582573108501646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114582573108501646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/04/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend update.'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114564614787097568</id><published>2006-04-21T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T14:02:27.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 weeks and counting.....</title><content type='html'>I have 3 weeks left until the semester from hell is over.  Every weekend my life has basically consisted of homework.  It will be no different this weekend.  I have 4 classes that require a end of the semester portfoilio notebook.  This is a notebook that consists of the entire semester's work and you have to reflect on everything.  Basically it is like pulling BS out of your butt and talking about it.  I suck at that.  I am usually direct and to the point so I have problems elaborately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo,  I have had a couple of friends ask how my love life is going.  Love life?  What's that?  I don't have time for one right now.  I wouldn't mind going on a date, but finding the time for one is hard.  A girlfriend of mine's boyfriend has 2 male friends that I see everytime I go over to their house.  Both have told my GF that they are interested in me.  I told her to tell them I don't have time right now, which is the truth.  I did forget to add that one is too ugly (is that mean?) and one is too short.  Although, it was very flattering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am headed over to a friends house right now.  She got married last summer to my best male friend from high school. I set them up 3 years ago.  She is pregnant and will be induced on Tuesday.  Seems like everyone around me is pregnant.  Even Lil'babs keeps asking me when will I have another baby.  She wants a brother and wants to name him Jose, which I thought was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope to go out dancing Sat. night with friends (depends on if I can get my homework done in time).  I haven't been out dancing since Nov.  I love to go out dancing, but at my age everyone I know are a bunch of fuddy duddy's that want to stay home with their spouse and do nothing.  I need some more single friends to go do stuff with!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so this post was a bunch of ramblings, no specific point, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114564614787097568?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114564614787097568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114564614787097568' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114564614787097568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114564614787097568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/04/3-weeks-and-counting.html' title='3 weeks and counting.....'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114524242153209280</id><published>2006-04-16T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T21:53:41.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted:  Personal Shopper</title><content type='html'>Men assume I like to and women think I am strange because I don't.  Why you ask?  I hate to shop! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I ask myself all the time, why am I like this?  I dunno.  I like to go in and get what I need and get the hell out of there.  Well this works well for grocery shopping but not clothes shopping.  I just don't have the patience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like yesterday, Kohl's was having an awesome sale.  I went and the place was packed.  Ok, that makes me sick to my stomach.  I had to wait in line for the fitting room, geez.  There were people everywhere!  I was there for a total of 30 minutes and had to get out.  I couldn't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to try on clothes.  I'd rather be the guy sitting in the chair waiting.  I hate it.  I hate looking at purses, mine is 2 years old and I desperately need a new one.  I hate looking at jewelry, too many to choose from although I could really use some because my stash is pitiful.  I can never put the right clothes together, I am always buying what is on the manequin.  I hate spending the money on clothes.  For all these reasons I hate shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need is a personal shopper.  Someone who is the exact body type and same tastes to just go buy what I need.  I can't tell you how many times I have wanted to ask someone I've seen in a cute outfit if they would just go buy me that exact same outfit they were wearing and I would pay them back.  I see a lot of cute stuff on other girls, but when I go shop it is all blah!  I just don't have it in me.  The only good thing that comes of this?  I save a lot of money on clothes, jewelry, and purses that I don't buy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114524242153209280?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114524242153209280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114524242153209280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114524242153209280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114524242153209280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/04/wanted-personal-shopper.html' title='Wanted:  Personal Shopper'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114505479604296431</id><published>2006-04-14T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T17:46:36.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a beach???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have reached that point in my school career where my brain has already checked out. I can't retain anymore information. All I can think about is going to the beach. This should be me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="120" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/320/om0406_6%5B1%5D.0.jpg" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I really would love to go to Cancun.  The water there is awesome.  I want to lay in a hammock on the beach and have the cool ocean breeze blow across my skin.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I would even settle for a beach in Texas.  Because of costs that might be where I end up this summer.  I have lived in TX for 20 years and have never been to a TX beach.  I have had all kinds of suggestions on where to go and where not to go.  I just wanna go!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That is all I have been thinking about.  So I am on a mission.  I'm headed to find brochures and info on the TX coast.  2 1/2 more months and lil'babs and I can go.  Anyone want to join us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114505479604296431?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114505479604296431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114505479604296431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114505479604296431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114505479604296431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/04/lifes-beach.html' title='Life&apos;s a beach???'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114479421831331439</id><published>2006-04-11T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T17:23:38.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calgon take me away!</title><content type='html'>My xhusband is driving me crazy!  It is a long story...let's see how well I can hash it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 2004 my XH bought out my half of the business.  He didn't have the money at the time to pay me so I agreed to payments over a one year period.  My name would remain on the business for that year as backup to make sure he paid.  I would take my name off Jan. of 2005. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I should have done it sooner.  I was kind of a silent partner the year of 2004.  He handled everything. (I use to do the books, accounting and etc.)  Well he drove the business into the ground.  Jan. 2005 my name came off the business even though he still owed me 3 grand.  I didn't want to be responsible for any problems he may have been causing the business.  I have since found out that he neglected to pay sales tax for that entire year.  Also, when he filed federal taxes, the amount he filed was too low.  He owes them additional taxes, too.  The sales tax owed is in both our names, but the IRS taxes are only in his name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I had a personal visit (he came to my house) from the state comptroller's office.  He wanted to personally let me know that if we didn't pay the sales tax owed, it would be turned over to the attorney general and become a court case.  Any assests we own will have leins against them.  Well I don't own any property or have assests, but plan on it in the future.  I don't have anything that they can put a lien on and neither does he.    But it still doesn't sound pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called him to discuss what needs to be done.  I put the ball in his court because this was his doing.  The business was 99.9% his when he decided not to pay his taxes.  I am caught in it only because my name was on the business.  He no longer operates this business.  I am sure he does some cash jobs because he still has a van and equipment (carpet cleaning was the business).  I told him he needs to sell the van and equipment and use that money to pay back the sales tax, pay me back and whatever is left pay to the IRS.  HE thinks that part of the money HE OWES me should go towards that.  I said WHAT???  Are you out of your mind.  That was not part of the agreement and that money should have been paid to me a year ago! (I do have a notarized agreement)  He thinks because the IRS is asking for more tax money because the wrong amount was filed that I should be held responsible for that, too.   UM, hellllloooooo.  The business is responsible for that , not me!  It is not my fault that he ran it into the ground and it is not generating any more income.  If his business was doing great and prospering would he be sharing the wealth?  I don't think so!!   UGH!!!  He can't get it through his thick skull! He tells me, "oh I see how you are, you wanna play that way?"  Play that way?  I'm not playing anything.  He just acts like a baby and hangs up on me.  So he is just going to let this slide just like everything else in his life.  What does he care.  He has bad credit and can't even open a checking account.  How much worse could it get?  He doesn't care that this will ruin my clean credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what I am thinking.  He has the van.  The title is in my name and his name.  I have keys to it.  I am thinking about taking my happy ass over there and just take it.  I don't know if I can sell it without his signature on the title, though.  Anyone else know about this???  But I can keep him from using it.  Why should he go out and do cash jobs and not share the wealth, but he expects to cough up money when he is in the hole?  I won't keep it at my house.  But somewhere.  I'll find a place.  So how much trouble do you think I'll get in?  Right now I am thinking none, except I'll hear it from him.  Think he'll try something in return?   Ok so now I am just thinking out loud.  Anyone else have any ideas, comments?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114479421831331439?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114479421831331439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114479421831331439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114479421831331439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114479421831331439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/04/calgon-take-me-away.html' title='Calgon take me away!'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114445718277273443</id><published>2006-04-07T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T19:46:22.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my longest post so far.....</title><content type='html'>Oh man, have I been sick! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started Mon. at around 2:30 (I know this because I looked at my watch).  I had a strange headache.  Not my normal -I've been sitting at the computer too long- headache.  I was headed into class and was begging anyone for an Advil.  My friend J came thru for me!!  I figured I'd be better in 30 min.  Not the case!  On the way home I felt a lump in my throat.  Uh oh.  I grabbed a chocolate shake cuz ya know ice cream makes everything better!  If I felt worse after ice cream then I know it is gonna be bad.  It was!  I woke up Tuesday morning and  I felt like hammered shit!  That's pretty bad!  I took my kid to school and immediately called my friend K to the rescue.  Now K is my best friend.  I'll tell you straight up she is the bestest of friends.  The kind that would do anything for ya. She came thru for me.  I love you for it!!  I never needed anyone as bad as I needed her that day.  She came by and picked up Lil'babs after school and kept her all day for me.  A round trip drive for her to do that is 1 hour!  She is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't have health insurance because I am a broke student.  So I need to find a cheap doctor.  A friend of mine referred a doctor and he only charged me $35.  Not bad!    During the visit I was running a 102 temp.  You know the paper sheet they put across the bed like thing that you sit on? I was so hot that it got all wet.  (ok get your head out of the gutter)  I had chills, aches, sore throat.  I basically hurt all over.  He said I had flu like symptoms and prescribed antibiotics and pain killer.  Gotta love the pain killer!  I went home and went to bed.  My lovely mom picked up Lil'babs and took her to her soccer game and let her spend the night.  She took her to school the next day and picked her up and kept her all that day.  Lil'babs came home Wed. night.  I felt almost as bad Wed. as I did Tues except I had no pain.  Told you, gotta love the pain killer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed a big day at school Wed.  I'll be paying for it this weekend!! I have homework coming out of my ears!  Thurs I was considerably better.  It has moved to a head cold.  Today I have a lot of congestion and Nyquil is my best friend.  I can actually function today and had my first outing all week to Wally World. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing is that I haven't eaten much all week.  Mainly soup and chocolate shakes.  Nothing tastes good at all.  Hey, maybe I have lost a pound or two?  Not a diet I care to do again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One bad thing is I am going to miss a "single girls" weekend in Houston!!  And The Girl's wedding.  I was so looking forward to getting out of town, getting a break from school, spending time with friends and watching two of them get married!!!    Instead, I will be doing homework.  What a rip off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well wish me luck tomorrow.  I am taking the state PPR (Pedagogy and Professional Responsibilities) test.  It costs $82!!  I better pass it!  It is one of 2 state tests that I need to pass in order to receive my teaching certificate.  It starts at 7:30 in the morning, ugh!  It will take me about 40 min to get there.  I better go to bed early.  I am very nervous!!  I need some good sleep and a less clogged head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this catches me up for the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114445718277273443?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114445718277273443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114445718277273443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114445718277273443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114445718277273443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-longest-post-so-far.html' title='my longest post so far.....'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114386208100667049</id><published>2006-03-31T20:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T21:28:01.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My car is a magnet....</title><content type='html'>I was rear-ended today.  Ok, you pervs get your head out of the gutter!  Another car hit my car.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here is what happened...&lt;br /&gt;Lil'babs and I were headed to my mon's house.  She lives about 2 1/2 miles from me.  We pulled out onto a street and a about half way down I see a black dog in the median.  I was in the left lane.  I slowed down because I was sure he would head into my lane.  He did.  I came to a stop and laid on my horn so he would get out of the street.  At that moment I heard screeching and looked in my rearview mirror and saw a minivan about to hit me.  Not much I could really do at that point.  BAM!  It was hard. First thing, I look back to check on lil'babs.  She starts crying hysterically.  I asked her if she is ok and she says she is scared.  I told her don't worry mommy is here.  I explained what had happened.  I got out and asked the lady if she minded if we move to a different rode that does not have so much traffic.  She agrees.  We exchanged our info.  Luckily she is insured.  Police came ...didn't do much.  Ambulance and fire truck came and left.  Lady got back in her van and left.  She never apologized.  She was more concerned about finding the dog that caused the accident to see if he had tags.  SAhe thought the dog caused the accident?  How about looking in front of you when you are driving lady? Her insurance adjuster will look at my car tomorrow.  When we got to my moms I immediately started the phone calls to get my car taken care of.  Lil'babs fell asleep, poor thing.  Adjuster will look at my car tomorrow.  It is mainly the bumper got pushed in pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what is weird.  A friend of mine got rear-ended last weekend.  A black dog was out in the rode ahead of her.  A Tahoe didn't see that she stopped and rear-ended her.  Although, the Tahoe did some really bad damage to her car.  The insurance company totalled it.  She went to the doc yesterday and has whiplash.  Hers was much worse than mine.  Oh and she drove a Grand Am and I drive a Grand Prix.  Weird, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all off, I had planned on getting some homework done today...that didn't happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Jeers to the lady who didn't look where she was going and rear-ended me and didn't apologize!&lt;br /&gt;~Cheers - one good thing that has come of this is that I will drive to Houston next weekend in a rental instead of putting the miles on my car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to praying for a peaceful night's rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114386208100667049?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114386208100667049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114386208100667049' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114386208100667049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114386208100667049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-car-is-magnet.html' title='My car is a magnet....'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114378335730794016</id><published>2006-03-30T23:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T23:35:57.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe....</title><content type='html'>This has been the most stressful week of school yet....&lt;br /&gt;Why did I say yet?  Am I expecting more stress?  I hope not, but it is inevitable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like all of the professors have this secret club in which they all set their calenders in line with each other.  "HA HA HA they say(in the wicked witch voice).  Let's make everything due on the same week.  This will weed out the weak from the strong! We'll get you my little pretty, and your little dog, too. HA HA HA" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so stressed out Wed. morn that my left eye started twitching.  Like every other minute.  Lovely, ain't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The count down is on!&lt;br /&gt;6 more weeks of theis semester left...  -breathe-&lt;br /&gt;6 more weeks of this semester left....   -breathe-&lt;br /&gt;6 more weeks of this semester left...   -breathe-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114378335730794016?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114378335730794016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114378335730794016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114378335730794016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114378335730794016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/03/breathe.html' title='Breathe....'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114351400472003406</id><published>2006-03-27T20:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T20:46:44.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring it on Mr. Sandman!</title><content type='html'>I am so tired.  Lil'babs was sick this weekend.  I went to bed at 11:30 last night.  She woke me up 3 times wanting more water.  Around 4:30 she woke up and I had to help her go to the bathroom.  She did not go back to sleep until 5:30, keeping me awake at the same time.  She finally fell back asleep around 5:30 and my alarm goes off at 6am.  I spent 8 hours at school today and have been trying to do homework tonight for the past hour and 42 min.  I have ohhhhh approximately a million things due on Wed., but I am too tired to see straight.  I think I will just go to bed and worry about it all tomorrow. I just pray we have a sleepful night tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114351400472003406?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114351400472003406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114351400472003406' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114351400472003406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114351400472003406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/03/bring-it-on-mr-sandman.html' title='Bring it on Mr. Sandman!'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114325482744678536</id><published>2006-03-24T20:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T20:47:07.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Like mother, like daughter...</title><content type='html'>So I noticed that I started the last three posts with "ok", so I am not doing that this time. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started early loving the ice cream truck (I called it the Goody Bus).  Ice cream flows through my veins.  As it does with the rest of my family on my father's side.  We always have ice cream in the icebox (yes it is called an icebox, not the fridge).  Anyways, I could hear the goody bus miles away and would run to my mom or dad and beg for 2 quarters (yes, I'm old, it was only 50 cents back then) so I would be ready when it showed up.  Sometimes, ok most of the time, I would end up misplacing (losing) the money and would have to beg for more.  My mom would sometimes tell me "we have ice cream in the icebox".  Are you kidding?  It's definitely not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I surprised that my lil'babs is this way?&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, just after dinner lil'babs comes running in to the office hysterical that the ice cram truck just past our house and that she really needs some from him.  She literally has tears rolling down her cheek , afraid that I'll tell her no.  How was I suppose to tell her that we already have ice cream in the icebox?  I even know it's not the same, how could I expect her to settle for it?  So, I tell her to run grab some shoes and I'll grab mine.  We ran out the door to the car.  Yes, I was going to chase down the ice cream truck for my little girl!!  We went 4 blocks south. Nothing.  We went back to go north past the house.  I told her not to be disappointed if we can't find him.  We pulled up to an intersection and there he was two blocks to the west.  YES!  We chased him down and I flashed my brights at him (this was at dusk and probably 55 degrees outside).  He pulls over.  I am not even in Park yet and my daughter has her door flung open.  She is there explaining to the driver how we have been looking for him...her door is still wide open.  I shell out $2.75 for a chocolate shortcake and a chocolate dip cone, both Blue Bell...yum!  And yes, it is different than what I have in the ice box, it is always better from the goody bus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is...for the past year if you ask lil'babs what she wants to be when she grows up?  She'll tell you an ice cream truck driver...no joke!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114325482744678536?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114325482744678536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114325482744678536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114325482744678536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114325482744678536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/03/like-mother-like-daughter.html' title='Like mother, like daughter...'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114316919456663403</id><published>2006-03-23T20:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T20:59:54.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A picture is worth a thousand words...or at least a few choice words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/ticket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/320/ticket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, I was pissed about this one!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Does this look like my car is parked on the crosswalk?  Does it look like I am impeding the intesection?  I don't think so!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The officer who wrote the ticket thought so! I would have accepted it if I thought I was in the wrong.  Clearly I am not.  I even got out of my car and checked both ends of the car to make sure I wasn't hanging over the sidewalk and that the person behind me had enough room to get out.   If it wasn't for mid-term week I would have fought it in court.  But I sent in the $10 instead.  It would have been worth it just to fight for the principle of it, I just didn't have the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jeers to this city who must have needed that $10 more than I did, a poor unemployed student and single mom.   Hmmph!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114316919456663403?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114316919456663403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114316919456663403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114316919456663403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114316919456663403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/03/picture-is-worth-thousand-wordsor-at.html' title='A picture is worth a thousand words...or at least a few choice words'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114300296187573265</id><published>2006-03-21T22:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T22:49:21.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunko</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I've seen it spelled Bunko and Bunco.  Which is it?  Does anyone else play this game?  I play with 11 other women, 10 of which are quite a bit older than me.  &lt;a href="http://www.worldbunco.com/"&gt;http://www.worldbunco.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have been playing with them for about 7 years.  We play once a month.  You would think that after 7 years I would remember which table to move to for the next set?  I think between those of us drinking and there are a few of us that are nuts (names not included to protect the innocent) we have to keep little signs on the table that gives directions on whether or not we move to the next table or if we stay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't win crap tonight.  5 people walk away with a prize each time, so the odds are good.  Just not tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should have just played drinking games!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114300296187573265?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114300296187573265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114300296187573265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114300296187573265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114300296187573265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/03/bunko.html' title='Bunko'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492444.post-114297866074404603</id><published>2006-03-21T16:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T16:04:20.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgin</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I am a virgin to the blogging world. I am not sure if I even set this thing up right.  I guess we'll see.  I feel a little lost.  I guess I'll just jump right in with both feet and get a little wet.  I am going to post this and see if it works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A virgin no more....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24492444-114297866074404603?l=sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/feeds/114297866074404603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24492444&amp;postID=114297866074404603' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114297866074404603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24492444/posts/default/114297866074404603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandtwisted.blogspot.com/2006/03/virgin.html' title='Virgin'/><author><name>~Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313043782274329047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/2539/1600/babs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
