<?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-18044214</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:20:57.756-05:00</updated><category term='Bristol'/><category term='NASCAR'/><category term='good times'/><category term='Quiz'/><title type='text'>The life of me, Budgyrl</title><subtitle type='html'>I am pretty sure the title says it all</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-6703112982290501683</id><published>2007-03-08T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T15:54:06.725-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><title type='text'>Quiz day</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EECDB5" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Soul Really Looks Like&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F1DED0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/insidetheroomofyoursoulquiz/room.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a warm hearted and open minded person. It's easy for you to forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a grounded person, but you also leave room for imagination and dreams. You feet may be on the ground, but you're head is in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe that people see you for how you are, not how you look. But deep down, you know that's not exactly true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your near future is a lot like the present, and as far as you're concerned, that's a very good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn't fall in love with someone you didn't trust.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/insidetheroomofyoursoulquiz/"&gt;Inside the Room of Your Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 26% Bitchy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howbitchyareyouquiz/bitchy-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a pretty sweet person, and you're definitely not prone to bitchy outbursts.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, though, you can't help thinking mean thoughts about people. But at least you don't act on them!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howbitchyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Bitchy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-6703112982290501683?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6703112982290501683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=6703112982290501683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/6703112982290501683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/6703112982290501683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2007/03/quiz-day.html' title='Quiz day'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-250984845101532687</id><published>2007-03-06T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T16:57:33.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So I was able to find a room 6 miles from the track and it's not more expensive then a college education!  I am so proud of myself!  It's not by any means cheap, but, it's not gonna break the bank, so I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting more and more excited!  I just downloaded some Johnny Cash, Merle Hagard and Willie Nelson for the trip.  I got the Johnny Cash that was live at Folsom, so that totally kicks major ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I need to shop for some more JR stuff!!  MUST. HAVE. NEW. CLOTHES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-250984845101532687?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/250984845101532687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=250984845101532687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/250984845101532687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/250984845101532687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2007/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-841084256090114407</id><published>2007-03-05T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T11:48:26.436-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NASCAR'/><title type='text'>Let's Give This Another Go</title><content type='html'>I cannot use the "I don't have time excuse" for blogging since one of my internets friends, who has two kids, one on the way and a dick head boss and he finds the time, I have no more excuse.  I do not always have stuff to talk about, so I'll make up stuff I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a real day.  I am super excited because my husband and I were invited to go to Bristol in a few weeks.  Neither one of us has ever been and it's a track we have really wanted to go to.  One of the problems in front of me is that we as of now have no place to stay.  For those of you who don't know, NASCAR is a very popular sport; it has been for a long time.  Bristol is a very popular track and always sells out.  Now I have to find a hotel room that is a reasonable distance away for a reasonable price.  Those two things may vary in accordance with how close the race is.  Well, it's in 3 weeks so I don't really see myself being able to find a place to stay that has either of those two things.  We shall see I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other problem is that it's about a 5-hour drive from here, which for me is not a problem.  I went to college 8 hours away and drove it by myself at least 5 times a year, maybe more depending on how homesick I was.  The problem is my Budman.  He doesn't do well on short car trips.  He is going to be nauseous and generally in a bad mood for the entire drive.  I could rent a few movies and use Budboy's DVD player, but then Budman may feel left out because he can't watch a movie.  I could sleep, but then he will complain that is tired when we get there and that I got to sleep the whole way.  Driving is out of the question because he won't let me for one and second, he will be Mr. micromanager if I'm driving, like I'm 15 and just got my learners.  Good times will not be had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, if those are the only two problems I will have, I can deal.  We are going to Bristol and I don't care!  I'll find a hotel, we will pay out the ass, but we will have a place to stay.  I'll get through the drive and so will he because we will be all giddy and stuff.  We can do NASCAR math on the way there, which is always fun, and smoke lots of cigarettes.  Then, when we get there, we will begin drinking immediately and not stop until we go to sleep Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO, Bristol, here I come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-841084256090114407?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/841084256090114407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=841084256090114407' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/841084256090114407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/841084256090114407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2007/03/lets-give-this-another-go.html' title='Let&apos;s Give This Another Go'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-115953982439090010</id><published>2006-09-29T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T09:23:44.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>Today is my daddy's surprise birthday party. He is going to be 70 tomorrow. I am so excited about tonight. I think he knows about it and that makes me kind of sad, but I know he will never ever admit that he knows or that he knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was at my house on Wednesday night babysitting the Budkids and someone from his bible study class called to RSVP. Had it been any of his other friends, I could have covered because I talk to them anyway on a regular basis. But not the bible study group because I've never met any of them. My daddy answered the phone and the man on the other end said something along the lines of "I'm calling to RSVP to Ralph's birthday party." I don't know if he said when or anything, but then my dad said, "Do you know who this is?", he said "no" and my dad said. "this is Buddad." then the man hung up. Then my dad's cell phone rang and it was him and he asked him where he was and he said "I'm at my daughter's house" he said OK thanks and hung up. I wasn't worried because my Aunt was coming so that would have been a surprise, but she called last night and she is too sick to make the drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, he will love it anyway and I know that he appreciates the effort, but like I said, we will never know if he really knows or not. He would never tell us it wasn't a surprise. He is the best daddy in the entire world. He does anything for me and always has. I just pray that he knows how much he is appreciated and how much I adore him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy was the first man I ever loved and like many other little girls, I wanted to marry him when I was little. He will always be my hero and I will always love him more and more every second of every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday daddy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-115953982439090010?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/115953982439090010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=115953982439090010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/115953982439090010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/115953982439090010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/09/daddys-birthday-party.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-115894481869361867</id><published>2006-09-22T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T13:55:09.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored and don't have anything interesting to talk about.</title><content type='html'>Things I would like to do before I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. See my kids get married&lt;br /&gt;2. Be happy with my life&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to Europe&lt;br /&gt;4. Have 1 MILLION cats (just kidding, but I love me some kitties)&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't have a 5th, I didn't really have a 4th...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I CAN NOT do&lt;br /&gt;1. Math, any&lt;br /&gt;2. Root against Dale Jr.&lt;br /&gt;3. Have only one beer&lt;br /&gt;4. Cut my hair&lt;br /&gt;5. Drive slow when there is no one else in the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I CAN do&lt;br /&gt;1. Tie a cherry stem in a knot with my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;2. Drink lots of beer&lt;br /&gt;3. Make my friends laugh&lt;br /&gt;4. Ride a horse&lt;br /&gt;5. Smoke like a chimney&lt;br /&gt;6. Spend the hell out of some money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that attracted me to my boyfriend (Husband in my case)&lt;br /&gt;1. His smile&lt;br /&gt;2. His eyes&lt;br /&gt;3. He is really really hot&lt;br /&gt;4. I felt at home with him right away&lt;br /&gt;5. He makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I say most often&lt;br /&gt;1.  IIIIII KNOW!!&lt;br /&gt;2.  Right&lt;br /&gt;3.  What the Fuck&lt;br /&gt;4.  Shit&lt;br /&gt;5.  crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books I love to read&lt;br /&gt;1. James Patterson, all&lt;br /&gt;2. Anne Rule, all&lt;br /&gt;3. Where the Wild Things Are&lt;br /&gt;4. Guess How Much I Love You&lt;br /&gt;5. Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs&lt;br /&gt;6. Goodnight Moon (The last 4 are to my kids incase you didn't know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies I love&lt;br /&gt;1. The Godfather I &amp; II&lt;br /&gt;2. Scarface&lt;br /&gt;3. Titanic&lt;br /&gt;4. Forrest Gump&lt;br /&gt;5. The Breakfast club&lt;br /&gt;6. Anchorman&lt;br /&gt;7. American History X&lt;br /&gt;8. A Clockwork Orange&lt;br /&gt;9. Goodfellas&lt;br /&gt;10. Reservoir Dogs&lt;br /&gt;11.  Anything Scary, I added this one since 10 is never enough, I could go on and on with this one fo sho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-115894481869361867?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/115894481869361867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=115894481869361867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/115894481869361867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/115894481869361867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-bored-and-dont-have-anything.html' title='I&apos;m bored and don&apos;t have anything interesting to talk about.'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-115798969896499671</id><published>2006-09-11T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T10:48:19.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>John S. White</title><content type='html'>September 11, 2001 was the most horrifying day I have ever lived through.  I will never forget what I felt on that day for as long as I live.  I will always remember exactly where I was and who was around me on that day.  It was the worst attack that our nation has ever suffered and it changed me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a very patriotic person because my parents taught me that I live in the greatest country on earth.  My grandfather fought in WWII and received a bronze oak leaf cluster for his acts.  My grandmother was a lieutenant in the Navy during WWII and as a nurse she took care of the wounded solders that came back from Pearl Harbor.  It is my duty as an American and as the granddaughter of these two brave people that I honor my country and love it for everything it is no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not the purpose of this post though, the purpose of this post is to honor the victims of this day 5 years ago.  I signed up for &lt;a href="http://www.dcroe.com/2996/"&gt;2996&lt;/a&gt;, which is a tribute to each victim.  I was assigned to John S. White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/1600/John%20S.%20White.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/320/John%20S.%20White.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. White emigrated from Jamaica when he was 20 years old in 1973 and he lived in Brooklyn.  His wife Enid, did not like New York because of the cold winters, so she and their two daughters, Maxine and Denise, moved to Florida.  He would visit them 3 times a year, and those were his favorite times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved to help people, perhaps that is why he was put on this earth.  He would help his friends at a moments notice with no questions asked and always offered a smile.  He would fix broken pipes in the middle of the night, or pick up a friend at 5 am if they need a ride to work.  If his supervisor needed him to stay until midnight on his job operating elevators at the World Trade Center, he always said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, while he and some friends were painting the facade of a church in Brooklyn, an elderly driver crashed into some young toughs, who jumped out of their car and began pummeling the older man.  Mr. White and his friends ran over and pulled them off the driver, enraging them.  A half-hour later, the men returned with guns and began shooting, killing of Mr. White's friends and hitting Mr. White.  His sister said he still had a bullet in his spine. (I found this story &lt;a href="http://www.legacy.com/Sept11.asp?Page=Home"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was one of the many that went to work that day, never to return home.  He would never get to retire and move down to Florida to be with his wife and daughters as he was seriously considering.  He worked in the World Trade Center for 27 years.  He missed his family very much and longed to be with them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where in the building he was at the time of the attack.  I don't know if he was trying to get out when the buildings came down.  All I know is that from what I have learned about him in the past few weeks, is that he was more then likely helping others get out when he perished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the guest book that I found at the above mentioned page has an entry from his daughter.  She says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Daddy was a man who I loved dearly.  His compassion for people and his warm approach made it so easy to be around him.  People always say how I look just like my daddy.  I remember going to different places with him and just having that wonderful father daughter relationship.  He always had an encouraging word to say and always made you smile.  I will never forget his words that he said to me the Monday before he died.  He told me "Max, take care of your mother and remember that I love you and will always love you."  I think about it all the time and thing about my daddy all the time.  I love him very much and miss him dearly.  But the food news is that he is in a better place resting.&lt;br /&gt;I love you daddy&lt;br /&gt;Love Always&lt;br /&gt;Your daughter Max&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot imagine the pain that that family and 2,995 other families felt that day.  There are many tributes to the people that perished that day.  One of them is a  &lt;a href="http://www.unitedinmemory.net/index2.html"&gt;United in Memory&lt;/a&gt;, which is a memorial quilt and each victim has their own quilt square.  I emailed Kim Monins and asked permission to use a picture of Mr. White's quilt square and I was sent the picture, but for whatever reason, I am unable to post it at this moment, so I will do that later.  United in Memory is touring with the quilt so that we can all see this moving tribute.  They are in Staten Island today and the next show will be in PA.  Go &lt;a href="http://www.unitedinmemory.net/gallery.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see Mr. White's quilt square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up to do this today because it is a way of helping me heal and I hope that if Mr. White's family ever comes across this, they will be pleased.  I pray that I did him justice.  It seems to me that he was a friend to everyone, and I can only hope that if I had ever had the pleasure of meeting him, he would have been my friend too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To his family, I am truly sorry for the loss you have suffered and I will keep you in my prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-115798969896499671?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/115798969896499671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=115798969896499671' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/115798969896499671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/115798969896499671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/09/john-s-white.html' title='John S. White'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-115566369147046531</id><published>2006-08-15T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T12:41:31.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker of the worst kind</title><content type='html'>Good lord, I am such a slacker!  I still haven't even posted those pictures I told ya'll about!  I have been so busy at work I sometimes can't even post to my favorite message board!  Imagine the horror!  I don't really have much to say today but I do have some pictures from this past weekend.  I took the Budkids to my Mother-in-law's house for the weekend.  Budboy went to his first baseball game and Baby Budgyrl went to the beach for the first time.  So if you are interested, &lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/August%2006%20with%20mom-mom%20and%20pop-pop/"&gt;Here are all 179 pictures&lt;/a&gt;.  That should keep you busy for a while!  I'll be back soon with something I'm sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-115566369147046531?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/115566369147046531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=115566369147046531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/115566369147046531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/115566369147046531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/08/slacker-of-worst-kind.html' title='Slacker of the worst kind'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-115332814512788657</id><published>2006-07-19T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T11:55:45.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz day!!</title><content type='html'>I don't have a lot to talk about right now, so today is a day for quizzes!!&lt;br /&gt;I *stumbled* on these, enjoy!  FYI, they are kinda dumb, but I'm bored, eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plasterize.com/quizzes/sexy/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.plasterize.com/d/q/sexy/f/87.png" alt="MySpace quizzes" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plasterize.com/quizzes/intelligence/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.plasterize.com/d/q/intelligence/75.png" alt="MySpace quizzes" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plasterize.com/quizzes/meat/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.plasterize.com/d/q/meat/chicken.png" alt="Quizzes for MySpace" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plasterize.com/quizzes/perfectlife/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.plasterize.com/d/q/perfectlife/f/73.png" alt="Quizzes for MySpace" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plasterize.com/quizzes/ipod/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.plasterize.com/d/q/ipod/nano.png" alt="MySpace quizzes" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you they were dumb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-115332814512788657?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/115332814512788657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=115332814512788657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/115332814512788657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/115332814512788657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/07/quiz-day.html' title='Quiz day!!'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-115281997545614641</id><published>2006-07-13T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T13:30:35.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My 100 things about me list is posted before this even though I finished it after.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/"&gt;stumbled&lt;/a&gt; on this little meme, what ever that is. Here are my results(they are the ones underlined in red):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://pyesetz.furtopia.org/meme-3col-DeathNote.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to post your own answers for this meme.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I miss somebody right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I don't watch much &lt;b&gt;TV&lt;/b&gt; these days.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I own lots of &lt;b&gt;books&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td color="white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I wear &lt;b&gt;glasses&lt;/b&gt; or contact lenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td color="white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I love to play &lt;b&gt;video games&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td color="white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I've tried &lt;b&gt;marijuana&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td color="white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I've watched &lt;b&gt;porn&lt;/b&gt; movies.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have been the &lt;b&gt;psycho-ex&lt;/b&gt; in a past relationship.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I believe &lt;b&gt;honesty&lt;/b&gt; is usually the best policy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;curse&lt;/b&gt; sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td color="black"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I carry my &lt;b&gt;knife&lt;/b&gt;/razor everywhere with me.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td color="black"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have broken someone's &lt;b&gt;bones&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I have a secret that I am &lt;b&gt;ashamed&lt;/b&gt; to reveal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I hate the &lt;b&gt;rain&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I'm &lt;b&gt;paranoid&lt;/b&gt; at times.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I would get &lt;b&gt;plastic surgery&lt;/b&gt; if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I need/&lt;b&gt;want money&lt;/b&gt; right now.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I love &lt;b&gt;sushi&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I talk really, really fast.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have fresh &lt;b&gt;breath&lt;/b&gt; in the morning.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I have long &lt;b&gt;hair&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have &lt;b&gt;lost money&lt;/b&gt; in Las Vegas.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I have at least one &lt;b&gt;sibling&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I was born in a &lt;b&gt;country&lt;/b&gt; outside of the U.S.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have worn &lt;b&gt;fake hair&lt;/b&gt;/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I couldn't survive without &lt;b&gt;Caller I.D.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I like the way that I look.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have &lt;b&gt;lied&lt;/b&gt; to a good friend in the last 6 months.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I am usually &lt;b&gt;pessimistic&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have a lot of &lt;b&gt;mood swings&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td color="black"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I think &lt;b&gt;prostitution&lt;/b&gt; should be legalized.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td color="black"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I &lt;b&gt;slept&lt;/b&gt; with a &lt;b&gt;roommate&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td color="black"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have a &lt;b&gt;hidden talent&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td color="black"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I'm &lt;b&gt;always hyper&lt;/b&gt; no matter how much sugar I have.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td color="black"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have a lot of &lt;b&gt;friends&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td color="black"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have pecked someone of the &lt;b&gt;same sex&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td color="black"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I enjoy talking on the &lt;b&gt;phone&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td color="black"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I practically live in &lt;b&gt;sweatpants&lt;/b&gt; or PJ pants.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td color="black"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I love to shop and/or &lt;b&gt;window shop&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td color="black"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I'm obsessed with my Xanga or &lt;b&gt;Livejournal&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td color="black"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my &lt;b&gt;mother&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td color="black"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have a &lt;b&gt;mobile phone&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td color="black"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have passed out &lt;b&gt;drunk&lt;/b&gt; in the past 6 months.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td color="black"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I've rejected someone before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black;color:white;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I currently &lt;b&gt;like/love&lt;/b&gt; someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black;color:white;" &gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black;color:white;" &gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I want to have &lt;b&gt;children&lt;/b&gt; in the future.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black;color:white;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I have changed a &lt;b&gt;diaper&lt;/b&gt; before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black;color:white;" &gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black;color:white;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I'm not &lt;b&gt;allergic&lt;/b&gt; to anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black;color:white;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black;color:white;" &gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I am shy around the opposite sex.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black;color:white;" &gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I'm online 24/7, even as an away message.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black;color:white;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I have at least 5 &lt;b&gt;away messages&lt;/b&gt; saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black;color:white;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I have tried &lt;b&gt;alcohol&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;drugs&lt;/b&gt; before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black;color:white;" &gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have made a move on a &lt;b&gt;friend's significant other&lt;/b&gt; or crush in the past.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black;color:white;" &gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I own the &lt;b&gt;"South Park"&lt;/b&gt; movie.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black;color:white;" &gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have avoided assignments at work/school to be on Xanga or &lt;b&gt;Livejournal&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black;color:white;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I enjoy some &lt;b&gt;country music&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black;color:white;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I would die for my best &lt;b&gt;friends&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black;color:white;" &gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I'm &lt;b&gt;obsessive&lt;/b&gt;, and often a &lt;b&gt;perfectionist&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black;color:white;" &gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have used my &lt;b&gt;sexuality&lt;/b&gt; to advance my career.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I think &lt;b&gt;Halloween&lt;/b&gt; is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have &lt;b&gt;dated&lt;/b&gt; a close &lt;b&gt;friend's ex&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I am &lt;b&gt;happy&lt;/b&gt; at this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I'm obsessed with &lt;b&gt;guys&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Democrat&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Sort of...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Republican&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;I don't even know what I am&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I am &lt;b&gt;punk&lt;/b&gt; rockish.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I go for older guys/girls, not younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I study for &lt;b&gt;tests&lt;/b&gt; most of the time.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I tie my &lt;b&gt;shoelaces&lt;/b&gt; differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I can work on a &lt;b&gt;car&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I love my &lt;b&gt;job(s)&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have more than just my &lt;b&gt;ears pierced&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I walk &lt;b&gt;barefoot&lt;/b&gt; wherever I can.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have &lt;b&gt;jumped&lt;/b&gt; off a &lt;b&gt;bridge&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I love sea &lt;b&gt;turtles&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I spend ridiculous amounts of money on &lt;b&gt;makeup&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I plan on achieving a &lt;b&gt;major goal&lt;/b&gt;/dream.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I am proficient on a &lt;b&gt;musical instrument&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I hate &lt;b&gt;office jobs&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I went to college out of state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I am &lt;b&gt;adopted&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I am a &lt;b&gt;pyro&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have thrown up from crying too much.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I have been intentionally hurt by people that I loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I fall for the worst people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I adore &lt;b&gt;bright colours&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I usually like covers better than originals. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I hate chain theme restaurants like &lt;b&gt;Applebees&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;TGIFridays&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I can't &lt;b&gt;whistle&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I have ridden/owned a &lt;b&gt;horse&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I still have every &lt;b&gt;journal&lt;/b&gt; I've ever written in.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black" color="white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I talk in my sleep.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I've often thought that I was born in the wrong &lt;b&gt;century&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I wear a &lt;b&gt;toe ring&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I have a &lt;b&gt;tattoo&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I am a &lt;b&gt;caffeine&lt;/b&gt; junkie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I am completely &lt;b&gt;tree-huggy spiritual&lt;/b&gt;, and I'm not ashamed at all.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; If I knew I would get away with it, I would commit at least one &lt;b&gt;murder&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I will &lt;b&gt;collect&lt;/b&gt; anything, and the more nonsensical, the better.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I enjoy a nice glass of &lt;b&gt;wine&lt;/b&gt; with dinner.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I'm an &lt;b&gt;artist&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I am &lt;b&gt;ambidextrous&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I sleep with so many &lt;b&gt;stuffed animals&lt;/b&gt;, I can hardly fit on my bed.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; If it weren't for having to see other people naked, I'd live in a &lt;b&gt;nudist colony&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have terrible &lt;b&gt;teeth&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I hate my &lt;b&gt;toes&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I did this meme even though I wasn't tagged by the person who took it before me.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I have more &lt;b&gt;friends&lt;/b&gt; on the internet than in real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I have lived in either three different &lt;b&gt;states or countries&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;(states)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I am extremely &lt;b&gt;flexible&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I love &lt;b&gt;hugs&lt;/b&gt; more than &lt;b&gt;kisses&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I want to own my &lt;b&gt;own business&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;smoke&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I spend way too much time on the &lt;b&gt;computer&lt;/b&gt; than on anything else.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; Nobody has ever said I'm &lt;b&gt;normal&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; Sad movies, games, and the like can cause a trickle of &lt;b&gt;tears&lt;/b&gt; every now and then.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I am proficient in the use of many types of &lt;b&gt;firearms&lt;/b&gt; and combat weapons.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I like the way women look in stylized men's suits.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I don't like it when people are &lt;b&gt;unpleased&lt;/b&gt; or seem unpleased with me.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have been described as a &lt;b&gt;dreamer&lt;/b&gt; or likely to have my head up in the clouds.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have played &lt;b&gt;strip poker&lt;/b&gt; with someone else before.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have had emotional problems for which I have sought professional help.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I believe in &lt;b&gt;ghosts&lt;/b&gt; and the paranormal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I can't stand being &lt;b&gt;alone&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have at least one &lt;b&gt;obsession&lt;/b&gt; at any given time.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I &lt;b&gt;weigh&lt;/b&gt; myself, pee/poo, and then weigh myself again.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I consistently spend way too much &lt;b&gt;money&lt;/b&gt; on obsessions-of-the-moment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I'm a judgmental &lt;b&gt;asshole&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I'm a HUGE &lt;b&gt;drama-queen&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have travelled on more than one &lt;b&gt;continent&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I sometimes wish my father would just disappear.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I need people to tell me I'm good at something in order to feel that I am.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I am a &lt;b&gt;Libertarian&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I can speak more than one &lt;b&gt;language&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I can fall asleep even if the whole room is as noisy as it can be.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I would rather &lt;b&gt;read&lt;/b&gt; than watch TV.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I like reading &lt;b&gt;fact&lt;/b&gt; more than fiction.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I have pulled an all-nighter on an assignment I was given a month to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have no &lt;b&gt;piercings&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have spent the night in a &lt;b&gt;train station&lt;/b&gt; or other public place.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have been so upset over my physical &lt;b&gt;gender&lt;/b&gt; that I cried.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I once spent Christmas completely alone because there was a miscommunication on which parent was supposed to have me that night.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; There have been times when I have wondered &lt;b&gt;"Why was I born?"&lt;/b&gt; and may/may not have cried over it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I like most &lt;b&gt;animals&lt;/b&gt; better than most people.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I own a collection of retro &lt;b&gt;games consoles&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;The thought of physical exercise makes me shiver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have hit someone with a &lt;b&gt;dead fish&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I am compulsively &lt;b&gt;honest&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I was born with a &lt;b&gt;congenital birth defect&lt;/b&gt; that has never been repaired.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have &lt;b&gt;danced topless&lt;/b&gt; in front of dozens of complete strangers.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have gone from wishing I was a girl to revelling in being a boy to feeling like a girl again in the span of five minutes, and not cared a whit for my actual &lt;b&gt;sex&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I am unashamedly &lt;b&gt;bisexual&lt;/b&gt;, and have different motivations for my desires for different genders.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I sometimes won't sleep a whole night or eat a whole day because I forget to.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I find it impossible to get to sleep without some kind of music on.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I dislike &lt;b&gt;milk&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I &lt;b&gt;obsessively wash&lt;/b&gt; my hands.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I always &lt;b&gt;carry&lt;/b&gt; something significant around with me.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; Sometimes I'd rather wear a &lt;b&gt;wig&lt;/b&gt; in day-to-day life than use my own hair.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I've pushed myself to become more &lt;b&gt;self-aware&lt;/b&gt; and thereby more aware of others.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; Even though I live on my own I still cry sometimes because I miss my &lt;b&gt;mother&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I hand wrote all the &lt;b&gt;HTML&lt;/b&gt; tags in this document.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I've liked something which a majority of people claimed was either bad or &lt;b&gt;weird&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have been &lt;b&gt;clinically dead&lt;/b&gt; for a brief period of time.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; Instead of feeling sympathy/&lt;b&gt;empathy&lt;/b&gt; with people and their problems, I simply become annoyed.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I participate/have participated in &lt;b&gt;auto drag races&lt;/b&gt; and won.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I do not 'get' most &lt;b&gt;comedy acts&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I don't think &lt;b&gt;strippers&lt;/b&gt; are money-greedy or slutty for dancing.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I don't like to &lt;b&gt;chew gum&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I am obsessed with history/historical things and can't wait for someone to build a &lt;b&gt;time machine&lt;/b&gt; so I can be the first to use it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I can never remember for the life of me where I &lt;b&gt;parked the car&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I had the &lt;b&gt;TEEN ANGST&lt;/b&gt; thing going for at least 2-3 years.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I wish people would be more &lt;b&gt;empathic and honest&lt;/b&gt; with each other.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I play &lt;b&gt;Dungeons and Dragons&lt;/b&gt; weekly.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I love to &lt;b&gt;sing&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I want to live in my &lt;b&gt;mother's basement&lt;/b&gt; when I grow up.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have a custom-built &lt;b&gt;computer&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I want to create a certain someone's &lt;b&gt;babies&lt;/b&gt;, even though there's a 0% possiblity of ever achieving it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I would be in a relationship with one of my &lt;b&gt;pets&lt;/b&gt; if they were human.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I've gone &lt;b&gt;skinny-dipping&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I've performed in three &lt;b&gt;plays&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I enjoy &lt;b&gt;burritos&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I'm &lt;b&gt;Irish&lt;/b&gt; and loving it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I have a thing for &lt;b&gt;redheads&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I am a &lt;b&gt;twin&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; Most of the times, I'd rather do something intellectual instead of doing something generically 'fun'.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; Once I set out to finish something, I always stay at it until it is completed before I move on to something else.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I wish there were a way to erase past mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I &lt;b&gt;sleep&lt;/b&gt; more than 12 hours a day.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I wish I could be &lt;b&gt;prouder&lt;/b&gt; of what I've accomplished, but it's never enough.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I need more time to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I wish I was more &lt;b&gt;open-minded&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I hope that I go really prematurely grey.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;download&lt;/b&gt; songs from the internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I've just reenacted chapter 58 of &lt;b&gt;Death Note&lt;/b&gt; with my best friend.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I say &lt;b&gt;random&lt;/b&gt; things to freak people out.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I'm still a little mad about the ending of &lt;b&gt;Death Note&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I love playing &lt;b&gt;Truth or Dare&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I love listening to &lt;b&gt;slow music&lt;/b&gt;, but I hate singing to it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Music helps me remember that I am not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; Playing my favorite &lt;b&gt;sport&lt;/b&gt; makes me temporarily forget my problems.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Unicode MS"&gt;✓&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I think this &lt;b&gt;survey&lt;/b&gt; is particularly long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I prefer my &lt;b&gt;LJ friends&lt;/b&gt; to my real-life ones.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I can only hate someone that I love.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: blue"&gt;×&lt;/b&gt; I've ordered an extra two shots of espresso to an Americano at &lt;b&gt;Starbucks&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/LJ-CUT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that maybe I am supposed to tag another blogger or two, so I will tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://danimalsden.blogspot.com/"&gt;Danimal&lt;/a&gt; and my buddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ninecats.blogspot.com/"&gt;nine&lt;/a&gt;, since he isn't doing his 100 things list. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll go back to working on my 100 things list. I should have it done in the next year or two, so stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-115281997545614641?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/115281997545614641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=115281997545614641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/115281997545614641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/115281997545614641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/07/meme.html' title='Meme'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-115256280301509955</id><published>2006-07-10T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T09:50:48.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Things About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am near-sighted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never take off my jewelry if I can help it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had my tounge peirced for 7 years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I never would have taken it out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have only one tattoo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's of Michigan J. Frog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt; more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have too much clutter on my desk at work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't even sit at my desk at home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not a neat freak at all&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am also not a slob&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't mind clutter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't stand dirt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I failed 10th grade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to an alternative education highschool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My first concert was Chicago and The Beach Boys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went with my Mom, Dad and brother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I detest mornings &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not at all nice in the morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes at work when I have my ipod head phones in, the music isn't on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I pretend not to hear people anyway&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first time I got truely drunk I was 5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been married for 5 years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have been together for 7&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love NASCAR racing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a true Jr. fan, meaning I was a Jr. fan before it was cool to be a Jr. fan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I curse like a trucker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I drink Bud Light&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can keep up beer for beer with the best of them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And that is how I got the name Budgyrl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My parent have a 13 year age difference between them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have seen Metallica only twice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have seen Blues Traveler 4 times&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I play mean air drums&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sing really loud in my car &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't care who sees me doing it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love frogs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;almost as much as I love cats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my boss&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grossly underpaid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was supposed to go see my grandmother on a Sunday but I didn't feel like it, she died Tuesday and I will never forgive myself for not doing what I promised&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish she would have been able to see me get married&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My wedding band was her wedding band&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would give that up to have had her there&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My grandmother died in the house I live in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my kids so much it hurts all the time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I could be a stay at home mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some of my best friends are people I have never met in person&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like country music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Metallica is my favorite band of all time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For the first few months of my marriage, my mom refused to use my new last name because she wanted me to hypheate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am just like my dad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love Stephen King&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love James Patterson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first book I ever read all of the way through was The Green Mile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Green Mile is the first movie that Budman and I went to see together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was also the last&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I have ADD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So does my mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And she told my boss I do in a drunken stooper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love Family Guy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stewie is my favorite&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I suck at math&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love 80's music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Especially the hair bands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chocolate Chip Mint is my favorite ice cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My grandfather hasn't spoken to me in 5 years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because my Uncle told him I was trying to steal the house from him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are more stuffed animals in my house then I know what to do with&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I won't throw any of them away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my husband&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went through a pretty long period of time when I didn't think I did&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm glad I realized that I still do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe in God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God Believes in me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am having a hard time thinking of more stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am surprised I got this far&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't like it when people refer to them as films&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to culinary school for baking and pastry arts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't really cook a regular meal very well at all&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am very good at decorating cakes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hope to make a business out of it one day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want a new house with at least an acre&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have very long hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's blonde&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and it's natural&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I spend more money then we have sometimes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I trust people too easily&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I laugh at things I shouldn't sometimes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a huge poster of Puss in Boots in my cube&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am completely out of stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a Dale Jr. desk to calander&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It has a fact a day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I post that fact everyday on my favorite place on teh internets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am almost done with this&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can see why Nine didn't want to do it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can also see why Ethel hasn't completed her's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am now at 100 and I feel so, well nothing really...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-115256280301509955?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/115256280301509955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=115256280301509955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/115256280301509955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/115256280301509955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/07/100-things-about-me.html' title='100 Things About Me'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-115152099361482395</id><published>2006-06-28T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T13:56:34.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new project</title><content type='html'>Budman has decided that our, meaning my, new project is to take pictures in black and white of the kids and some really pretty nature, print them out about 8x10 and hang them in black frames going up the steps.  He wants about 10 to 12.  So today at lunch I went outside here and snapped some good ones.  Once I get them downloaded, I'll post them so you guys can tell me what you think.  I am no &lt;a href="http://ethelexperience.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ethel&lt;/a&gt;, but I try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have for now kids!  Until tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-115152099361482395?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/115152099361482395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=115152099361482395' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/115152099361482395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/115152099361482395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/06/our-new-project.html' title='Our new project'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-115107784134837730</id><published>2006-06-23T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T10:51:48.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/1600/FILMQUIZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/320/FILMQUIZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so first there was the picture with all the bands on it and now there is this one. This one has 100 films on it. I have gotten about 60 and I am pretty much stumped. I'm not going to post what I have cause I want to see what you guys come up with first. Help me out here. Put your answers in the comments so I can steal the ones I don't have. I think I've gotten all the obvious ones, but I could be wrong because what is obvious to me may not be obvious to someone else and vice versa. So get to work cause I need the answers! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found that if you save it to your computer and open it so you can zoom, it's easier to see all the little stuff in the background.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-115107784134837730?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/115107784134837730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=115107784134837730' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/115107784134837730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/115107784134837730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/06/movie-quiz.html' title='Movie quiz'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-115100596145527735</id><published>2006-06-22T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T14:52:41.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hermanectomy</title><content type='html'>Well, yesterday was the big Herman-ectomy. It went very well and the Dr even proposed marriage to me during the procedure. It's only because of where my dad works and gets free golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it did take a bit longer then he thought it would because it wasn't a "normal" Herman. Let me back up a bit. I decided to name this cyst because the word cyst is so gross, so I named him Herman. Why a guy's name you ask, because as I explained else where on the internets, a girl would never cause something so ugly, they know better then that! So, the Dr said this wasn't like any other Herman he'd ever seen, I said, your kidding right, and he said, not this time. Great! He said there wasn't anything to be worried about thought.&lt;br /&gt;You see, and this is where it gets kinda yucky, my Herman wasn't encased in anything like most Hermans are. The nurse said that every time he tried to "pop" it out, it was breaking apart like cottage cheese looking stuff. BLAH!! That blah coming from the one who asked them to take pictures. Which he said that in 26 years of doing that, I was the first to ask for pictures. Which, by the way are right &lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Herman/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  I don't want to post them directly here cause I don't want anyone who doesn't want to see them have to look at them.  If you want to, there they are.  Keep in mind ya bunch a pervs, that my ass is completely covered the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;Although, the Dr did say after he was all done, "There you go, now your ass, I mean leg is perfect, Oh hell, I'm sure you've heard that before"  He's a DR, so he knows what he is talking about!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is all for now kids!  I'll be back shortly!  I have some new pictures from vacation and the Budkids to post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-115100596145527735?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/115100596145527735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=115100596145527735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/115100596145527735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/115100596145527735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/06/hermanectomy.html' title='Hermanectomy'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-115089750680970827</id><published>2006-06-21T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T08:45:06.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm it!</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by &lt;a href="http://ninecats.blogspot.com/"&gt;ninecats&lt;/a&gt;, so now I'M one of the cool kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things in the Refrigerator&lt;br /&gt;1. A few gallons of milk&lt;br /&gt;2. Lunch meat&lt;br /&gt;3. Juice boxes&lt;br /&gt;4. Eggs&lt;br /&gt;5. Bud Light (which takes up more room then anything else)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things in the Closet&lt;br /&gt;1. eleventyone pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;2. My trunk from college (I have no clue what it contains)&lt;br /&gt;3. Pictures&lt;br /&gt;4. Formal gowns&lt;br /&gt;5. Empty target bags from Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things in the Pocketbook&lt;br /&gt;1. Celly&lt;br /&gt;2. Wallet&lt;br /&gt;3. Work ID badge&lt;br /&gt;4. A bag of animal crackers for the budkids&lt;br /&gt;5. Cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things in the Tahoe&lt;br /&gt;1. Car seats (2 of them)&lt;br /&gt;2. Sippy cups&lt;br /&gt;3. Stuffed Animals&lt;br /&gt;4. A blanket&lt;br /&gt;5. A big ass cop size flash light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five People to Tag&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;a href="http://thisgirlscrazy.blogspot.com/"&gt;racemom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a href="http://mybeachplace.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeremiah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;a href="http://staci24.blogspot.com/"&gt;Staci&lt;/a&gt; (That's twice so get on it!!)&lt;br /&gt;4.?&lt;br /&gt;5.?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-115089750680970827?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/115089750680970827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=115089750680970827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/115089750680970827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/115089750680970827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-it.html' title='I&apos;m it!'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-115083012330518097</id><published>2006-06-20T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T14:02:03.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow's Appointment</title><content type='html'>Well, tomorrow I go to have the cyst removed from my leg.  I am a little bit nervous I must admit.  The only think I am worried about is, where it is, I will be sitting on it all day.  I am having it done on my lunch hour, so I will be back to work after it's done and it won't take longer then probably like 5 minutes to do it.  I have never had anything like this done, but my girlfriend reminds me that "You have had two children, I think you can handle it."  That is OK coming from her since she also has two kids, but it's not OK when my Budman says that because, really, how the hell does he know!&lt;br /&gt;I know when I'm at work I'll be just fine, but I am going to milk this for everything it is worth from Budman.  Is that wrong?  I feel like this will be good for at least two days.  Maybe longer since I have to get the stitches out the following week.  Well, I guess I need to ask you guys, how long is too long?&lt;br /&gt;I will hopefully remember to bring my camera so I can ask the nurse to take pictures, which I will post if anyone is interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, one other thing, I know that people have been leaving comments and I appreciate every single one of them.  With being sick and the work load I have recently aquired, I have been unable to do anything else.  Hopefully after this, I will get back in the swing of things and be able to pay attention to my blog once more.&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually after this, I have to have a peice of glass removed from my finger, but THEN, I'll be alright...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-115083012330518097?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/115083012330518097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=115083012330518097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/115083012330518097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/115083012330518097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/06/tomorrows-appointment.html' title='Tomorrow&apos;s Appointment'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-114961174815266195</id><published>2006-06-06T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T11:35:48.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Ear part 2!</title><content type='html'>Well, as I said in a previous entry, I was feeling better. Well, I should just keep my mouth shut from now on because as of Sunday night, my ears are killing me again! They feel like they are full of water or something and it just plain hurts! I am going to the Dr's today, actually I leave in about 20 minutes. Hopefully, she can give me something to get rid of whatever it is that is wrong with me. I feel like I can't hear very well either and people are getting annoyed by me because I keep on saying "WHAT?" and apparently I am yelling when I think I am talking normally. GRRRRRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll be back either later today or tomorrow, hopefully being able to hear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-114961174815266195?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/114961174815266195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=114961174815266195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114961174815266195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114961174815266195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/06/stupid-ear-part-2.html' title='Stupid Ear part 2!'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-114925478442864006</id><published>2006-06-01T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T08:26:24.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's post (Started Yesterday)</title><content type='html'>Well, I am feeling better finally. So that is good, I can play with the Budkids again and not have to stop after only 10 minutes. Poor little Budboy, I would be outside playing ball with him and I would have to stop and he would say, "Mommy, are you doin otay?" I tell him that mommy doesn't feel good and he would tell me that I should get some sweep so I could play bawl more. I took his advise and darn if he wasn't right! He is such a good little guy! I just love him to peices!&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of him playing in the sprinkler on Memorial Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/320/heatwave.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Baby Budgyrl didn't want any part of it though. She ran down the sidewalk when the water was coming back around and came back up on the porch with a very mad look on her little face. But as soon as I pulled out the camera, she was all smiles. She says cheese now everytime she sees one.&lt;br /&gt;This is the picture I took of her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/1600/Underthepink.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/320/Underthepink.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aren't they the cutest?  I know!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finally got fed up and took off the nails I had done before vacation.  The guy left them way to long and it was almost impossible to type or pretty much do anything.  Now my nails are toast, but they will grow out, so I guess it's ok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today is Friday and I cannot tell you how happy that makes me.  We were supposed to be going to the Yankees at Orioles game tonight for Budman's best friend's birthday.  His wonderful, loving wife planned it for a surprise.  She bought the tickets, got us hotel rooms right across the street from Camden Yards and both Budman and I got half the day off so we could leave early enough to get there without too much traffic.  The Monday we got back from our vacation, the best budfriend called and said to Budman, "We are not going to a baseball game on June 2."  He said he had no idea what he was talking about.  He said it again and again Budman played dumb.  Then he said that he and another friend had signed up for a fishing tournament for June 2 and he was doing that and not going to the game.  I cannot imagine the hell that was brought down on him from his wife for that.  So that is why today is just a regular old Friday for me, but a Friday all the same.  Out of the 4 of us, I would have been the only one all decked out in my Yankees gear, while they were wearing their Orioles stuff.  Whenever Budman and I go to Yankees/Orioles games, people always look at us funny because Budman is wearing his bright orange Orioles shirt and I am wearing my shirt with a big ass Yankees logo on it.  He always says I'm lucky I'm cute or he'd push me down.  Then I tell him he's lucky he has the keys or I'd push him down.  Good times!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's usually the same when we go to football games because he is in his Cowboys stuff and me in my Giants stuff.  It's always at a Redskins game too, so that's fun.  The only time we agree on who we are there to cheer for is when we are at a race.  Then it's all JOOOOOONYER!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I guess that is all I have for now.  Happy Friday everyone and thanks for reading!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/1600/Underthepink.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-114925478442864006?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/114925478442864006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=114925478442864006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114925478442864006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114925478442864006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/06/todays-post-started-yesterday.html' title='Today&apos;s post (Started Yesterday)'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-114839982763577722</id><published>2006-05-23T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T10:57:07.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate sick</title><content type='html'>So I went to the Dr yesterday.  I have been feeling ucky since I got back from Cancun.  I thought it was because I was back in VA and not in Cancun anymore, but apparently that is not the case.&lt;br /&gt;I called my Dr yesterday and make an appointment for 2:30.  I left work at 2 to give me plenty of time and I was also secretly hoping if I got there early, I'd get out earlier.  I got to the office, the same office I have been going to since like 1995, and there was a sign on the door that they had moved and gave the new address.  I was a little pissed, but I haven't been there since last year so I figured that maybe they moved a while ago and just didn't think to tell people anymore.  So I went and got back in my truck and called right away to let them know I was at the old building, so I was going to be a few minutes late.  I told the girl I didn't know they moved.  She made sure I knew where the new building was and told me to take my time.  So I drove to the new office, had a tiny bit of trouble finding it,but I ended up being only about 5 minutes late past my appointment time.  I sat in the big waiting room for a while, then I was called back to the little waiting room where they took my BP and asked what my symptoms were.  Then I sat there and waited.  The walls there are PAPER thin and I could hear everything that was going on in the other exam rooms.  Then I heard something that really pissed me off.  The Dr asked a patient if he found the place OK, he said yes and she said &lt;strong&gt;"Good, Today is our first day here."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, it was their first day there, and I called that morning to make my appointment and no one bothered to tell me that they moved.  Of course because I have no back bone, I didn't say a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the verdict is that I have an inner ear infection in both ears and a sinus infection.  Oh happy day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on Augmentin(sp) and sudafed.  So I am a bit loopy and I warned my boss.  She just laughed at me and said to be careful when I walk so I don't bump into stuff, since I did yesterday cause my balance is all messed up.  It still is, but not at bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try and get in on Ethel's &lt;a href="http://ethelexperience.blogspot.com/2006/05/ethels-weekly-photo-challenge.html"&gt;Weekly Photo challenge&lt;/a&gt;, so hopefully I can do that tonight.  Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-114839982763577722?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/114839982763577722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=114839982763577722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114839982763577722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114839982763577722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-hate-sick.html' title='I hate sick'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-114831845148758249</id><published>2006-05-22T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T12:23:05.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz Bloggin</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Taz, who thanks Ethel, I give you my quizzes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="color: black;" align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CBE5FE" align=center&gt;&lt;font style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Political Profile:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCE2FE"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall&lt;/strong&gt;: 40% Conservative, 60% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CDDFFE"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Social Issues&lt;/strong&gt;: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CFDCFF"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal Responsibility&lt;/strong&gt;: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D0D8FF"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiscal Issues&lt;/strong&gt;: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D1D5FF"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethics&lt;/strong&gt;: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D2D2FF"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Defense and Crime&lt;/strong&gt;: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howliberalorconservativeareyouquiz/"&gt;How Liberal Or Conservative Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Chick Rocker!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/chick-rocker.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're living proof that chicks can rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're inspired by Joan Jett and the Donnas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you rock, you rock hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Plus, you get all the cute guy groupies you want!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Rocker Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Bud Light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbeerpersonalityquiz/bud-light.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not fussy when it comes to beer. If someone hands it to you, you'll drink it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you don't understand beer snobbery at all. It all tastes the same once you're drunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an enthusiastic drinker, and you can often be found at your neighborhood bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're pretty good at holding your liquor too - you've had lots of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourbeerpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Beer Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Lucky Underwear Is Red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourluckyunderwearquiz/red.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're confident and bold, and your lucky red underwear will only make you more sure of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a great zest for life, and you tend to take on impossible goals - and succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to love, it's hard for you to take the time to open up. You're too busy conquering the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're looking for a little more romance, put on your red underpants. And see where their passion takes you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourluckyunderwearquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Lucky Underwear?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A0CDFF" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Stripper Song Is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E1FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsongshouldyoustriptoquiz/dancer.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/stat?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid=99176&amp;type=3&amp;subid=0&amp;tmpid=1826&amp;RD_PARM1=http%253A%252F%252Fphobos.apple.com%252FWebObjects%252FMZStore.woa%252Fwa%252FviewAlbum%253FselectedItemId%253D112292%2526playListId%253D112294%2526s%253D143441%26partnerId%3D30"&gt;Closer&lt;/a&gt; by Nine Inch Nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I?ve got no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul to tell"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you dance, it's a little scary - and a lot sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsongshouldyoustriptoquiz/"&gt;What Song Should You Strip To?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Pimp Name Is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/pimpnamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G-string Dynamite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/pimpnamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Pimp Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-114831845148758249?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/114831845148758249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=114831845148758249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114831845148758249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114831845148758249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/05/quiz-bloggin.html' title='Quiz Bloggin'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-114831709453365207</id><published>2006-05-22T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T12:02:09.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Taz because of Ethel</title><content type='html'>I cannot work cause my ear hurts so I will blog-quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dabb99" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Black Coffee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ead3b8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/black-coffee.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At your best, you are: low maintenance, friendly, and adaptable&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are: cheap and angsty&lt;br /&gt;You drink coffee when: you can get your hands on it&lt;br /&gt;Your caffeine addiction level: high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Coffee Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #cccccc" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 40% Evil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well.In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to do some different then Taz so we have these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #f8e8ff" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Underwear Says About You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fcf3ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/theunderwearoracle/underwear.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You enjoy wearing nice underwear, even if it comes at a hefty price tag.&lt;br /&gt;You're a closet exhibitionist who gets a thrill from being secretly naughty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Underwear Oracle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Chick Rocker!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/chick-rocker.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're living proof that chicks can rockYou're inspired by Joan Jett and the DonnasAnd when you rock, you rock hard(Plus, you get all the cute guy groupies you want!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Rocker Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How convienient is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Bud Light&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbeerpersonalityquiz/bud-light.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're not fussy when it comes to beer. If someone hands it to you, you'll drink it.In fact, you don't understand beer snobbery at all. It all tastes the same once you're drunk!You're an enthusiastic drinker, and you can often be found at your neighborhood bar.You're pretty good at holding your liquor too - you've had lots of experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourbeerpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Beer Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;table style="COLOR: black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #cbe5fe" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Political Profile:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cce2fe"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall&lt;/strong&gt;: 40% Conservative, 60% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cddffe"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Social Issues&lt;/strong&gt;: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cfdcff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal Responsibility&lt;/strong&gt;: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d0d8ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiscal Issues&lt;/strong&gt;: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d1d5ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethics&lt;/strong&gt;: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d2d2ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Defense and Crime&lt;/strong&gt;: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Liberal Or Conservative Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-114831709453365207?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/114831709453365207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=114831709453365207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114831709453365207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114831709453365207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/05/thanks-taz-because-of-ethel.html' title='Thanks Taz because of Ethel'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-114831454247018659</id><published>2006-05-22T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T11:15:42.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid ear</title><content type='html'>I have a Dr appointment today at 2:30 because I think I have an ear infection.  I believe it is from when I was in Cancun, and completely submerged myself in the pool.  It's been hurting since.  Maybe it's swimmers ear or something like that, but whatever it is, it sucks.  I've never had any ear infections or swimmers ear or anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;I am not my usual happy self according to my boss.  So I will go and figure out what is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Blah is how I feel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-114831454247018659?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/114831454247018659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=114831454247018659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114831454247018659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114831454247018659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/05/stupid-ear.html' title='Stupid ear'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-114788072731351757</id><published>2006-05-17T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T10:45:27.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was the night of our Anniversary which is the reason we took the trip.  5 years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/1600/cancun2006%20069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/320/cancun2006%20069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There were tons of Peacocks there. This guy taunted me everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/1600/cancun2006%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/320/cancun2006%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of the clouds from the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/1600/cancun2006%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/320/cancun2006%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at that water!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/1600/cancun2006%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/320/cancun2006%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a the almost sunset view from our first room. We had to change cause the AC didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/1600/cancun2006%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/320/cancun2006%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More peacocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/1600/cancun2006%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/320/cancun2006%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Cancun%202006/?action=view&amp;amp;slideshow=true"&gt;You can find the rest here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-114788072731351757?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/114788072731351757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=114788072731351757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114788072731351757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114788072731351757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/05/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-114781130402022067</id><published>2006-05-16T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T15:28:24.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back now!</title><content type='html'>I got home Sunday night around 8:30. We made sure to stop at Popeye's on the way home so budman could get his fix. It's his favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the airport at 4:00 am on the 7th for our flight at 7:15. We stood in front of the US Airways counter for around 45 minutes. Not because there was a line, because there wasn't. We were watching the not nice lady who was going to check us in set up the ropes before the chaos started. There were maybe 7 people there waiting, I would hardly call that chaos. But what could we do? So we stood there and waited, when she was finally done, she went into the back and I watched as she made coffee and heated up her breakfast in the microwave. Then I watched her take it out of the microwave, fine a plate and went into another room where I couldn't see her and I know she was eating. She took her sweet old time too. Then she came out to the counter, and started doing something on the computer, then she went in the back again where I watched her get another cup of coffee and stand back there looking at the clock and drinking her coffee. By the time she finally was ready to check us in, it was 4:50 am. We were told we had to be there 3 hours early and when I am told to be at the airport to check in by 4:15 am, I expect to be checked in by 4:15 am. I hate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we finally get checked in and it's off to security. There was a big line, but it moved very quickly. There was a sign that said to empty your pockets and take off all your jewelry. Budman said I didn't have to, but I wasn't taking any chances, so I took out all 9 of my earrings, took off all my rings and my necklace and placed them neatly in the little plastic bag provided. Budman emptied his pockets. By the time we were done doing all that, it was out turn, so we took our shoes off and put our carry on bags on the little conveyer. Budman was the first to walk through and of course the detector went off. "OOPS, I forgot to take off my belt" he said. He took off his belt and went through again. It went off again. I looked at him and pointed at his ring, he gave it to me and went through again. It went off again so he was banished to the pat down area where he discovered he had his cigarettes in his pocket. I was just laughing at him. I went through with no problem. When I went to pick up our stuff while I was waiting for my man to be molested by the security, this lady, who must have not had coffee yet held up the lap top bag and asked who's it was. I said "It's mine" to which she shot me a look of death. "You didn't take the lap top out of the bad and now I have to do all these tests on it and run it through again" I said "I'm sorry I didn't know I had to take it out", "Didn't you see the like 10 TV screens out there telling you that?", "No, I was to busy getting naked to walk through the metal detector to notice the TV, again, I'm sorry", "Well, there are like 10 of them". I just sat down and waited for her to run "all those tests" which consisted of rubbing the inside of the bad with a little round cloth and running it back through. Meanwhile, Budman was still waiting to get patted down and I was laughing at him. Then, I went to get my laptop back and I heard the guy tell her the TV's weren't' on. I just looked at her and smiled, said thank you, and sat down to wait again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budman was finally free to go and we walked to our gate, to see where it was and then we went to find the smoking area. It was this little tiny room not far from our gate, so we sat there and chain smoked for about the next two hours, then we went and got on our plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were on the plane, I remembered that I was terrified of flying, so I started getting nervous, even more so when I realized I had a window seat. I sat down and shut the blind thingy. Budman asked me to open it so he could watch, so I did. I was sitting there, not wanting to freak out and I realized that if it's my time, there is nothing I can do about it, so I prayed. And that my friends, calmed me right down. I almost started crying when we were taking off, but I prayed again and I was OK. That is when I decided to pray at the beginning of each flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we arrived at Charlotte with 3 hours to spare, so we found a place to smoke and in we went. This time it was a restaurant. We were still trying to figure out who won the race the night before because we both fell asleep before it was over. We knew that Jr finished well because he had moved up in points, that much we saw before we left the house. Right as we were getting ready to play a round of Golden Tee, I looked at the TV and there he was in all his glory, on top of the car getting showered with the nectar of the gods! JR WON!!! What a great start to this vacation! Except we didn't get to see it and we are always at that particular race every year, except this one. Ah well, we were headed for Cancun, so I was OK with it. The time dragged on until it was finally time to board. We took our seats, I said my prayer and off we went. It was an uneventful flight until we smelled smoke. The pilot came on and said that what we were smelling was smoke and it was coming from fire coming up from the left. Then he stopped. Just as I was about to start screaming, he came back on and said, from the forest, there are severe Jungle fires in Cancun right now. Whew, crisis averted. We were not going down into the Mexican jungle in flames after all. Thank god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We landed, went through customs and got a $40 taxi to the hotel. We arrived exactly at 3pm, which is check in time, so I checked us in, we went to our room, changed into our bathing suites and went straight to the snack bar for a hot dog and some fries and some icy cold alcoholic beverages. We drank for a while, as we looked around, then we had dinner, drank some more and were in bed around 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday we would wake up, take showers, get ready for the sun, eat breakfast then spend the rest of the day for the most part at the pool. We went down to the beach and got in the oh so blue ocean and got tons of sea shells for Budboy. We ate and ate like there was no tomorrow. And we drank some to. I rediscovered my love of the margerita, and Budman realized he liked them too. Beer didn't stay cold long so you had to drink it really fast or get a frozen drink that stayed colder longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we were able to watch the Busch race, but it was in spanish, but they didn't show the cup race Saturday night which was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all we had a very relaxing time, I missed my kids so bad it ached and I don't ever want to be away from them that long again, but we needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very tan and hopefully I didn't gain too much weight, I guess I'll find out Thursday at my WW meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the resort. There were 4 restaurants and countless bars. The food was good in all of them, we didn't try one. It was the asian one, and we didn't feel like having it, so we didn't go. We ate at the buffet just about every night and it was really good. However, there were more single guys there then I have ever seen in one place before in my life. I would say that 98% of the people there were single guys looking to get some. Also, we were just about the only Americans there. Most everyone else was from Europe. I have to say that the people we saw and encountered there from France were a bunch of assholes, all of them. They were extremely rude. I trying not to generalize here, but all the ones there, suck. Budman and I had to change rooms one night because the AC didn't work where we were. So when we were going to the new room, there was a group of french girls, that I can only assume were just arriving and they were standing the the middle of the hallway. Budman and I were walking right towards them with all our stuff and they were facing us. When we got to them they acted as if we weren't really there. Budman said "Excuse me" and they just stood there, looking at us and not moving. So he said it again and they moved, but only slightly. I ran over one of the girl's foot with my suite case. I guess she got mad and was saying something in french and pointing to me. I kept going and turned around and they were still looking at me so I smiled and waved. Bitches!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, I have gone on for a long time and if you have made it this far, thanks and pictures tomorrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-114781130402022067?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/114781130402022067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=114781130402022067' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114781130402022067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114781130402022067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-back-now.html' title='I&apos;m back now!'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-114685582172984973</id><published>2006-05-05T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T14:03:47.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just realized...</title><content type='html'>that I haven't posted any pictures of my baby ballerina!!  I also included a bonus picture of my baseball budboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/1600/Kids%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/320/Kids%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/1600/Kids%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/320/Kids%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/1600/Kids%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/320/Kids%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/1600/Kids%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/320/Kids%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/1600/Kids%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/320/Kids%20018.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/18044214-114685582172984973?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/114685582172984973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=114685582172984973' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114685582172984973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114685582172984973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-just-realized.html' title='I just realized...'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-114685027539587088</id><published>2006-05-05T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T12:31:15.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 More Days!</title><content type='html'>I am leaving for Cancun in 2 days!!  I am trying so hard to work and get everything done that I need to get done, but it just is not happening.  I know I will be in a mad rush at 3:30 to try to it all taken care of.  I just have to much other stuff on my mind to think about work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that when an employee is getting ready to go on vacation, that employee should get the last working day off before they leave for free without having to use vacation or anything like that.  If I ever own my own company, that will be the policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been almost completely packed for 2 weeks.  I bought 2 new bathing suites, a pair of shorts, and a dress that is quite sexy if I do say so myself.  I am amazed at how many pairs of shorts and tanks I already had!  I sure do love my tank tops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, after Baby Budgyrl and I get home from baby ballet, I am dropping her off with Budman, then my mommy and I are going to get manicures and pedicures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to be at the airport at 4:15 am for our 7:15 am flight.  That kind of sucks, stupid terrorists!  But I don't care, because by 2:00 pm Cancun time, I will be in my bikini, sitting by the pool with an ice cold beer in my hand!  *Please have Bud Light*  I guess Corona will do if they don't since AB does own 51% of Corona.  No matter what country I am in I will always be loyal to my Budweisers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am going to try to get some work done, but I do think I need a cigarette first....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-114685027539587088?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/114685027539587088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=114685027539587088' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114685027539587088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114685027539587088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/05/2-more-days.html' title='2 More Days!'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-114684897243428998</id><published>2006-05-05T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T12:09:33.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ETHEL IS 30!!!</title><content type='html'>I am taking &lt;a href="http://thisgirlscrazy.blogspot.com/"&gt;racemom's&lt;/a&gt; advise and posting my birthday greeting and wishes to &lt;a href="http://ethelexperience.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ethel&lt;/a&gt; cause I do love me some Ethel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ethel, I hope you have a most excellent day and I hope that all your wishes come true.  You truely deserve it!  Thank you for being my friend!!  I :heart: you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-114684897243428998?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/114684897243428998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=114684897243428998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114684897243428998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114684897243428998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/05/ethel-is-30.html' title='ETHEL IS 30!!!'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-114659052800385393</id><published>2006-05-02T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T12:22:49.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Place Title Here</title><content type='html'>Well, the countdown to Cancun continues. I leave in 5 days. I got a tankini over the weekend and Budman asked why I only got one! So now I have to go and buy another one! I also need some shorts and I need to continue tanning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am already half way packed too. WOOHOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been extremely busy at work lately so that makes it a little harder to get stuff ready while I'm at work. However, my hard work has really been paying off. Last week I received a certificate of appreciation from one of my program managers that he made sure to send to the president to give to me. And another one of my PM's called my supervisor to thank her for putting me on the contract, that he is very appreciative of me and he also told her I have a wonderful relationship with the customer. It made my entire week and weekend! It also makes me want to work even harder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***LUNCH BREAK***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so when I went out for lunch, (I went to Kohl's and got another bikini and a really cute pair of shorts) I was listening to the local classic rock station. They were playing Janis, Zeppelin, The Eagles, ya know, the good stuff. Then, out of no where, on came Bon Jovi Wanted Dead or Alive!! What the hell?? When did &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; become classic rock?&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Am I really that old that the music I listened to in middle school and high school is now classic rock? When the hell did this happen? I know that I am not the first person to go through this, but it tends to sting a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad now and must contemplate how I will deal with this....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-114659052800385393?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/114659052800385393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=114659052800385393' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114659052800385393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114659052800385393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/05/place-title-here.html' title='Place Title Here'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-114598636478516917</id><published>2006-04-25T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T13:37:09.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am such a blonde!</title><content type='html'>I turned on commet moderation and then forgot all about it!  UGH!  So let me say, I have read all of the comments and I appreciate every single one of them!  I am going to turn off the moderation so that doesn't happen again.  I was just thinking to myself that no one like poor wittle me enough to comment on my posts!  So I thank each and every one of you and I also would like to say a special thank you to the person who pointed it out to me!  It won't happen again for sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-114598636478516917?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/114598636478516917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=114598636478516917' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114598636478516917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114598636478516917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-such-blonde.html' title='I am such a blonde!'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-114592925014476662</id><published>2006-04-24T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T09:39:59.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title</title><content type='html'>So, I'm sitting here, minding my own business, eating some bryers chocolate ice cream with Hershey's chocolate syrup and sprinkles, and "Stumbling" and the first site I came across as I sit here is &lt;a href="http://www.extrapounds.com/"&gt;http://www.extrapounds.com/&lt;/a&gt; .  WTF is that all about!  I have been doing so good on my diet, which means I have lost about 33 lbs and I have one weak moment and karma rears it's ugly head!  How dare it!  I am going to finish my sundae and I am going to enjoy it very much.  I have not had real ice cream for a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; long time!&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;I have been eating crappy sugar free ice cream or no ice cream for a very long time and I am tired of it!  I LOVE ICE CREAM!!  There I've said it.  I'm done now and I feel better.&lt;br /&gt;See ya soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-114592925014476662?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/114592925014476662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=114592925014476662' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114592925014476662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114592925014476662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-title.html' title='No Title'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-114563102323410846</id><published>2006-04-21T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T19:25:40.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My List</title><content type='html'>Now I will steal from TMLSB, who stole from Danimal, who stole from Taz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Favorites&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Season: Spring&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Color: Purple&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Time: 6:00 pm, when I get home&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Food: Steak and mashed potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Drink: Bud Light&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Ice Cream: Breyers Chocolate Chip Mint&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Place: Harvey's Lake, PA&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Sport: College NASCAR&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Actor: Don Cheadle/Ed Norton&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Actress: Reese Witherspoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Currents&lt;br /&gt;Current Feeling: BORED!&lt;br /&gt;Current Drink: Chocolate Raspberry Creme Coffee&lt;br /&gt;Current Time: 10:27 am&lt;br /&gt;Current Show on TV: No clue, working&lt;br /&gt;Current Mobile used: Verizon&lt;br /&gt;Current Windows Open: Outlook inbox, Blogger Dashboard, Yahoo IM, and DC101 streaming&lt;br /&gt;Current Underwear: Purple Calvin Klein thong&lt;br /&gt;Current Clothes: Jeans, and my Chance 2 baby tee&lt;br /&gt;Current Thought: I can't wait for my vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firsts&lt;br /&gt;First Nickname: lorbeez&lt;br /&gt;First Kiss: Andy, I don't remember his last named&lt;br /&gt;First Crush: Danny&lt;br /&gt;First Best Friend: Theresa Sullivan&lt;br /&gt;First Vehicle: 1983 Buick Century&lt;br /&gt;First Job: Telemarketer&lt;br /&gt;First Date: No idea&lt;br /&gt;First Pet: Sparkey the dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Lasts&lt;br /&gt;Last Drink: Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;Last Kiss: This morning from the budkids&lt;br /&gt;Last Meal: Big soft pretzel at the baseball field watching Budteen's team crush the other team! 16 to 3!!!&lt;br /&gt;Last Web Site Visited: TMLSB's blog, where I stole this idea!&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie Watched: Dallas 362&lt;br /&gt;Last Phone Call: Just now from a customer&lt;br /&gt;Last TV show Watched: Sopranos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Have You Evers&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Broken the Law: Wouldn't you like to know!&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been Drunk: Am I human?&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Kissed Someone You Didn't Know: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been in the Middle/Close to Gunfire: Yes, but that itself is another post!&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Skinny Dipped: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Broken Anyone's Heart: I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things&lt;br /&gt;Things You Can Hear Right Now:&lt;br /&gt;Co-workers on the phone&lt;br /&gt;DC101, "I Smell Sex and Candy"&lt;br /&gt;My cube heater&lt;br /&gt;me typing&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a 5th one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things On Your Bed:&lt;br /&gt;My comforter&lt;br /&gt;pillows&lt;br /&gt;Puddy Kitty most likely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things You Ate Today:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things You Can't Live Without:&lt;br /&gt;My kids&lt;br /&gt;My coffee&lt;br /&gt;My smokes&lt;br /&gt;a really good pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things You Do When You Are Bored:&lt;br /&gt;Read my friend's blogs&lt;br /&gt;Watch TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Places You Have Been Today:&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;The babysitter's&lt;br /&gt;work&lt;br /&gt;to the deli for my coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things On Your Desk Right Now:&lt;br /&gt;Phone&lt;br /&gt;Dale Jr Calendar&lt;br /&gt;My really good pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Choices&lt;br /&gt;Black or White: Black&lt;br /&gt;Hot or Cold: Hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Place You Want To Visit:&lt;br /&gt;Sicily to meet some cousins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-114563102323410846?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/114563102323410846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=114563102323410846' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114563102323410846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114563102323410846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-list.html' title='My List'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-114541033390983203</id><published>2006-04-18T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T12:26:31.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was going to blog about how I don't care about celebrities personal lives and how I can't understand why we feel their private lives are our business, but I got bored with it because frankly, I don't care enough.&lt;br /&gt;So I will do a few stumbles and let you know what I find. First we have this little video about smart animals. I think that 99% of animals are extremly intelligent. Here is proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flurl.com/featured/Smart_Animals_77244.html"&gt;http://www.flurl.com/featured/Smart_Animals_77244.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I came across that My Heritage facial recognition thing, which is here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/FP/Company/tryFaceRecognition.php?s=1&amp;u=g0&amp;amp;lang=EN"&gt;http://www.myheritage.com/FP/Company/tryFaceRecognition.php?s=1&amp;u=g0&amp;amp;lang=EN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You upload a photo of yourself and it tells you what celebrities you look like. I look most like Pamela Anderson. Not bad if I do say so myself! Does this contradict my, I don't care about celebrities thing?&lt;br /&gt;Next we have a few amusing photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.nc.rr.com/edeyo/ninjas_killed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://home.nc.rr.com/edeyo/ninjas_killed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.telusplanet.net/public/microbus/ah/unicorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.telusplanet.net/public/microbus/ah/unicorn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So next I came across this website &lt;a href="http://stuffonmycat.com/index.php?catid=14&amp;blogid=1"&gt;http://stuffonmycat.com/index.php?catid=14&amp;amp;blogid=1&lt;/a&gt; which cracks me up!  The kitty in the first picture is hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;And then after that, nothing worth talking about came up. &lt;br /&gt;I am uber bored today because I am waiting for people to send me work.  I hate these days.  When I sit around for hours waiting and waiting.  There is nothing to do, so I decide to blog, but since I am bored with nothing to do, you end up with crap like this!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I couldn't do more today, i just don't have a lot to say today!  Like they say, no news is good news!!&lt;br /&gt;BLAH, whatever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-114541033390983203?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/114541033390983203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=114541033390983203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114541033390983203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114541033390983203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-was-going-to-blog-about-how-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-114538412820061352</id><published>2006-04-18T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T13:17:10.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend's Band...</title><content type='html'>Northern Va's own REV.NINE is currently involved in a battle of the band contest sponsored by ernie ball. ernie ball will be selecting a local band for each stop on this summers warped tour. we want nothing more than to represent our local scene of Washington DC and rock their socks off.Lets show the people at ernie ball what fan support is all about &amp; check out our artist profile on their site and listen to an exclusive unmixed / unmastered track from our upcoming album. The song featured is "Forever a Night in Washington DC". Please listen to this all the way through because the ernie ball site wll only record your play if you listen to the entire song.Remember the ernie ball battle of the bands webstie is the only place you can hear this song in it's entirety. so please do us and yourself a favor check out&lt;br /&gt;http://www.battleofthebands.com/bb10/bands/revnine/wand listen to "Forever a Night in Washington DC".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help us spread the word about the battle of the bands contest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/rev9http://www.tagworld.com/revnine"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/rev9http://www.tagworld.com/revnine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you - REV.NINE and Budgyrl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-114538412820061352?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/114538412820061352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=114538412820061352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114538412820061352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114538412820061352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-friends-band.html' title='My Friend&apos;s Band...'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-114530637011075635</id><published>2006-04-17T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T10:09:46.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excercise Your Music Muscle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/1600/v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/320/v.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/1600/virgindigital1280x960.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so this little game here has been quite the topic of conversation lately. Including in an internets friend's Taz's blog. I have "stumbled upon" the answers, so anyone that doesn't want to know, do not read below. This is the full poster, some others I have seen are cropped for some reason. I found a measly 23. It doesn't help that there are a few I have never heard of. So, if you are ready, here are the answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**DO NOT READ BELOW IF YOU DON'T WANT THE ANSWERS!!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;311&lt;br /&gt;50 cent&lt;br /&gt;Alice In Chains&lt;br /&gt;B-52's&lt;br /&gt;Bee Gees&lt;br /&gt;Black Crows&lt;br /&gt;Black Flag&lt;br /&gt;Blind Melon&lt;br /&gt;Blondie&lt;br /&gt;Blur&lt;br /&gt;Cake Cornershop&lt;br /&gt;Cowboy Junkies&lt;br /&gt;Cranberries&lt;br /&gt;Crowded House&lt;br /&gt;Cypress Hill&lt;br /&gt;D12&lt;br /&gt;Dead Kennedys&lt;br /&gt;Deep Purple&lt;br /&gt;Dinosaur Jr&lt;br /&gt;Eagles&lt;br /&gt;Eels&lt;br /&gt;Eminem&lt;br /&gt;Garbage&lt;br /&gt;Go-Go's&lt;br /&gt;Gorillaz&lt;br /&gt;Great White&lt;br /&gt;Green Day&lt;br /&gt;Gun's n Roses&lt;br /&gt;Hole&lt;br /&gt;Iron Maiden&lt;br /&gt;Jane's Addiction&lt;br /&gt;Jewel&lt;br /&gt;Kiss&lt;br /&gt;Korn&lt;br /&gt;Led Zepplin&lt;br /&gt;Madonna&lt;br /&gt;Matchbox 20&lt;br /&gt;Nine Inch Nails&lt;br /&gt;Pavement&lt;br /&gt;Pet Shop Boys&lt;br /&gt;Phish&lt;br /&gt;Pink&lt;br /&gt;Prince&lt;br /&gt;Queen&lt;br /&gt;Raido Head&lt;br /&gt;Ratt&lt;br /&gt;Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;br /&gt;Scissor Sisters&lt;br /&gt;Scorpions&lt;br /&gt;Seal&lt;br /&gt;Sex Pistols&lt;br /&gt;Skinny Puppy&lt;br /&gt;Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;Spoon&lt;br /&gt;Talking Heads&lt;br /&gt;The Beach Boys&lt;br /&gt;The Carpenters&lt;br /&gt;The Cars&lt;br /&gt;The Cult&lt;br /&gt;The Doors&lt;br /&gt;The Killers&lt;br /&gt;The Lemon Heads&lt;br /&gt;The Pixies&lt;br /&gt;The Police&lt;br /&gt;The Postal Service&lt;br /&gt;The Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;The Roots&lt;br /&gt;Twisted Sister&lt;br /&gt;U2&lt;br /&gt;White Stripes&lt;br /&gt;White Zombie&lt;br /&gt;White Snake&lt;br /&gt;Yellowman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to this site to see the picture which you can mouse over and see exactly where each one is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/65741850@N00/66722414/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/65741850@N00/66722414/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-114530637011075635?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/114530637011075635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=114530637011075635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114530637011075635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114530637011075635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/04/excercise-your-music-muscle.html' title='Excercise Your Music Muscle'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-114530014586211789</id><published>2006-04-17T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T12:03:52.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Weekend and Preparing for Vaca!</title><content type='html'>Here are a few too many pictures of my kids this past weekend all dressed up for Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Easter06/Easter2006021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Easter06/Easter2006021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Easter06/Easter2006022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Easter06/Easter2006022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Easter06/Easter2006005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Easter06/Easter2006005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Easter06/Easter2006011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Easter06/Easter2006011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Easter06/Easter2006019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Easter06/Easter2006019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Easter06/Easter2006001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Easter06/Easter2006001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Easter06/Easter2006009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Easter06/Easter2006009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one is Budboy on his "race car" ride. Every year I take them to the Easter Egg Hunt at the Kena Shrine Temple. They find the eggs that are lovingly filled with candy and pennies, then there is a puppet show done by one of Jim Henson's former puppeteers and they have ice cream and cookies and lots of junk food. Then the long awaited Easter Bunny comes out and you can take your child's picture with him. This year was very un-organized and not as fun, but the kids didn't notice it, so I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, being that it was Easter weekend, that meant no race on Sunday. That makes me kind of sad, but then I didn't have to rush through lunch/dinner with my parents to get home to watch the race, so that was OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Easter is over, I am really starting to prepare for my up coming vacation! I went tanning again today and now I smell like cooked meat again. Oh well. I put a butterfly sticker on my lower tummy for the sole purpose of being able to see a tan line in case one decided to show up. When I got out of the tanning bed and took the sticker off, I could see it plain as day. Then, when I got in the car, I went to show my girlfriend and it was gone! I am assuming that butterflies don't like the smell of cooked meat and it flew away. What other explanation could there be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my friends must be cleaning out their closets on a daily basis, because they both come into work everyday with new vacation clothes for me! Budman will be soooooooo happy about it because that means that is less shopping that I have to do! They have given me 3 very cute dresses for at night when we are at the beach bar, plus, dresses are much easier to remove when one is drunk *wink*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first vacation in 5 years. My last vacation was my honeymoon, which was to Cancun. We leave 3 weeks from yesterday, so we really leave in 2 weeks and 6 days! At some point I will be completely unable to contain my excitement about this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The is one slight problem however. I am scared to death of flying. Even more so now that I have children. I am not sure how I am going to handle this situation. I have gotten some great advise from some good internets friends, but, when I think about it, I start to have a panic attack. My chest gets tight, I can't breathe, my vision gets a little more blurry then usual and I feel light headed. Even sitting here writing this is getting me all worked up. I'm going to call my doctor and see what she recommends. Hopefully I can get over it, or get something to help me get over it. I should just think about the wonderful time we will have their, just the two of us, no budkids for a week, don't get me wrong, I will miss them tremendously, but we really need a break. Like I said, it's been 5 years since my last vacation. I haven't been away from my budboy for more then 2 night since he was born!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to call my DR right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-114530014586211789?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/114530014586211789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=114530014586211789' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114530014586211789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114530014586211789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-weekend-and-preparing-for-vaca.html' title='Easter Weekend and Preparing for Vaca!'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-114471512318979568</id><published>2006-04-10T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T21:09:57.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN DAMN DAMN</title><content type='html'>I spent quite a while earlier today writing a post called Monday's ramblings.  It was about my WW meetings,  how my Budman didn't do his RPDE because of the weather, and just some other mundane stuff.  I came back to check it out and see if anyone made any comments and it isn't here!!  Where is it?!?  It was here and now it's not, I don't get it at all!  It just doesn't make any sense!  And now for some unknown reason, when I hit enter, the little blinking curser dissappears!!!  This is driving me absolutly crazy!  Now the Budkitty is licking my hand and trying his hardest to get between my fingers and the keyboard.  I guess I will try again tomorrow and maybe I will have something more interesting to talk about.  Have a good night all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-114471512318979568?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/114471512318979568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=114471512318979568' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114471512318979568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114471512318979568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/04/damn-damn-damn.html' title='DAMN DAMN DAMN'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-114435395700366167</id><published>2006-04-06T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T23:58:47.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Budgyrl's I's</title><content type='html'>I got this idea from an internets friend TMLSB, who I would link to, but haven't figured it out yet so I kept his link, who got the idea &lt;a href="http://laurentypo.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and the idea is this: Simply complete all of the I statements as honestly as you can. Or just complete them .&lt;br /&gt;I am: smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed&lt;br /&gt;I miss: my grandmother and Harvey's Lake&lt;br /&gt;I want: A house with a yard for my kids to play in&lt;br /&gt;I have: a super cute kitty named Puddy&lt;br /&gt;I loathe: rude people&lt;br /&gt;I fear: riding in a plane&lt;br /&gt;I play: my music loud&lt;br /&gt;I hear: Gretchen Wilson right now&lt;br /&gt;I care: about others including those I have never met&lt;br /&gt;I smile: everytime I think about my kids&lt;br /&gt;I wonder: What it would be like to be able to really sing&lt;br /&gt;I poke: my husband when he is snoring like a freight train&lt;br /&gt;I love: NASCAR&lt;br /&gt;I mess: up a lot&lt;br /&gt;I ache: when I realize I may not be completely happy&lt;br /&gt;I think: I need to go back to school&lt;br /&gt;I always: eat too many jelly beans&lt;br /&gt;I am not: really good at anything except being a mom&lt;br /&gt;I sing: off key and loud&lt;br /&gt;I cry: more then I should&lt;br /&gt;I talk: about stuff I shouldn't sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I spill: my guts to people way to soon sometimes (thanks to beer)&lt;br /&gt;I wish: I could talk to my grandmother one more time&lt;br /&gt;I keep: Trying to make it work&lt;br /&gt;I am not always: a good person&lt;br /&gt;I can: always give more love&lt;br /&gt;I can't: say no to someone in need&lt;br /&gt;I write: crappy bolgs&lt;br /&gt;I win: when I play Budboy at candyland&lt;br /&gt;I lose: when I play bud teen at anything&lt;br /&gt;I smell: my kids hair while they are sleeping&lt;br /&gt;I confuse: a lot&lt;br /&gt;I need: to lose 10 more lbs&lt;br /&gt;I should: make myself happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-114435395700366167?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/114435395700366167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=114435395700366167' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114435395700366167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114435395700366167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/04/budgyrls-is.html' title='Budgyrl&apos;s I&apos;s'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-114434455496977280</id><published>2006-04-06T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T19:04:47.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HO HUM...</title><content type='html'>I am unbelievably bored today. Today is a very slow day in the life of Budgyrl. So what do I do, I post to the blog and hope I find something to talk about before I get bored with this.&lt;br /&gt;Let me start with a picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/1600/38b0b34f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/320/38b0b34f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look how big she has gotten right under my nose! She is 15 months old today. She goes for her check up tomorrow and last time she was underweight, so hopefully I have porked her up enough for the DR to be happy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/320/IMG_1076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is my big Budboy! Where did all that time go? How could my kids have gotten so big without me being aware of it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This weekend is Budman's Richard Petty Driving Experience! I think I am more excited then he is. He will be doing the Rookie Experience which means he will actually get to drive the car for 8 laps around RIR, which also happens to be our favorite track! I think once we get there he is going to be like a little kid, all giddy and what not. I guess I can talk about that on Monday and hopefully I'll have some good pictures to post too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a buffalo on my desk. A very small one. He is blue and white and has UB on his butt. I don't know where he came from, but I am assuming that the UB maybe stands for University of Buffalo. I could be wrong though, I have been wrong once or twice before, so it's been known to happen. I think I will name him Spike. He just kind of stands there like he is watching every move I make. I swear his little white eyes follow me where ever I go. He is actually starting to creep me out a little. He reminds me of the monkey that torments Chris on Family Guy. Fantastic, now I am going to have nightmares about buffalos. Is that right, &lt;em&gt;buffalos &lt;/em&gt;or is it &lt;em&gt;buffali?&lt;/em&gt; I am very unsure about that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I may have wasted enough time with my nonsensical ramblings for now. We will see, I may be back later with more, I don't know yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GOOD LORD I'M BORED! Hey, that rhymes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-114434455496977280?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/114434455496977280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=114434455496977280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114434455496977280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114434455496977280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/04/ho-hum.html' title='HO HUM...'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-114417187045630333</id><published>2006-04-04T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T10:29:50.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing</title><content type='html'>Here is what I find amazing, the fact that there are still people out there who still actually believe all the crap that gets forwarded to them. Like for instance, just last week I got a forward from a very good friend of mine. I love her to death! Her little girl and mine are "BFF" and all that. The email I got from her was titled Coke vs. Water. You know the one I mean, where somebody says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. In many states (in the USA) the highway patrol carries two gallons of&lt;br /&gt;coke in the truck to remove blood from the highway after a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;2. You can put a T-bone steak in a bowl of coke and it will be gone in&lt;br /&gt;two days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And so on... It baffles the mind to think that people take everything at face value and don't question things like this, they just pass them along as a "warning". I appreciate that you think about me and want me to be safe or not get scammed or whatever, but at least do a bit of research on it before you waste my time and precious mailbox space! What's worse, she's a teacher who should know better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is just one example though, she usually only forwards jokes, which is fine with me and she is good about including a personal note so it isn't just a forward. My daddy, whom is the most wonderful perfect man in the universe, is another story all together. He forwards so much stuff to so many people, he was being investigated for being a spammer. Now that my friends, is bad. He is a rabid republican, which I am not, and during the election year and even after, he would send me all of these stories about democrats and how they are the spawn of Satan and blah blah blah. Every thing I would get a story about John Kerry or another Dem from him, I would go to the old trusty &lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com"&gt;www.snopes.com&lt;/a&gt;, find the article and send him the page stating that it was false and the reasons why and all that. Ya know what he said, he said he refused to read such a left site.&lt;br /&gt;So I did a little experiment, I found an article on snopes about Dubya, the one about how he has the lowest IQ of any president ever, which IMO is true, but that is for another day, and sent it to him and told him to send it to all his friends and spread the word and how could such a stupid man be pres and....&lt;br /&gt;I waited a day, then sent him the page from snopes saying it was false. To my surprise, he read that one! Of course he did! Then he came back with, I knew that wasn't true you can't be stupid and be president, which started another debate, but again, for another day. I told him I was trying to teach him a lesson in the internets. I felt that he would be better after that. I could not have been more wrong. When I received the next fabrication, instead of just replying to him, I replied to all and sent the article from snopes, but I didn't link it, I copied and pasted it, then linked it so all would see! Of course almost all the people in his address book are old right men, so I got emails from all of them preaching the errors of my ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I really went with this didn't I? The moral of the story here kids is this, please, PLEEEEEEEASE, check the validity of something before you take it for fact, especially if it's something that says you will get a million dollars from Bill Gates, or a gift certificate from Gap or some other crap like that. There is no email tracking system so that little Timmy can get a dollar for everyone you forward this message to. For the love of all that is HOLY go to snopes and read a little before you spam my inbox with this crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your time and remember, the more you know, the further you go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-114417187045630333?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/114417187045630333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=114417187045630333' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114417187045630333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114417187045630333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/04/amazing.html' title='Amazing'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-114409780483354867</id><published>2006-04-03T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T15:56:44.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright, Alright!</title><content type='html'>OK, so, all the cool kids are still doin it and I've slacked off.  So, I'm going to try again.  I'm going to try to remember to post at least once a week.  We will see how that works out.  Maybe I will copy my kick ass internets friends, Staci, Ethel, TMLS, Taz, Nine...and I think that is all, and do what they do.  If any of you have suggested topics, let me know and I will write about it.  Even if it is nonsence, I am a mother after all and have to come up with answers to strange questions on a regular basis, so this should be a peice of cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to date, I have lost 30.6 lbs, which means I have 10 to go before I go on my long awaited vacation to Cancun for my 5th wedding anniversary.  That means I have 5 weeks to loose 10 lbs.  I keep saying I can do it, but then I keep having set backs.  All I want to do is look hot in a bikini.  Is that too much to ask?  Well, I will have more to write tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-114409780483354867?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/114409780483354867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=114409780483354867' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114409780483354867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/114409780483354867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2006/04/alright-alright.html' title='Alright, Alright!'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-113113044620937946</id><published>2005-11-04T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T13:54:06.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/minnie10-31-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/minnie10-31-05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/powerranger10-31-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/powerranger10-31-05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the long awaited pictures of the Budkids on Halloween!  Baby Budgyrl was about done having her picture taken at that point, hence "The Look" and Budboy was sugared up ready to go!  That pose was his idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-113113044620937946?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/113113044620937946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=113113044620937946' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/113113044620937946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/113113044620937946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2005/11/here-are-long-awaited-pictures-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-113087295716251656</id><published>2005-11-01T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T09:47:34.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was one hell of a day. I got up at 5:45 am as usual and began my morning ritual. I wake up to Elliot in the Morning, the morning DJ on my favorite raido station DC101. I then enter the bathroom and turn on that raido loud enough to hear in the shower, cause heaven forbid I miss a single second of Elliot. That will ususally rouse Budboy who I then send downstairs to get dressed. I take a shower, then put my contacts in, then makeup goes on, then I get dressed and by the time I go downstairs, Budboy is usually just laying there, not dressed, on the couch. I get him dressed, then retreive Baby Budgyrl from her crib, dress her, run around the house making sure I have everything I need, then go. Yesterday was no different except, I had to get them in their costumes. We had a big Halloween party here at work with lunch and trick or treating for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luch was supposed to begin at 11. I'm not sure if anyone has ever brought their 3 yo to work with them, but it ain't pretty. I knew I had a ton of crap to do before 11, so I got here an began working. Baby Budgyrl was just sitting on the floor playing and being good, like she always is. Budboy however found a friend and began to run screaming through out the office and could not be calmed down. Oh yeah and it's month end, so that was not received well. We have a back confrence room that has a big screen TV with Direct TV and a DVD player, so the girl who's son budboy had buddied up with said she would put on cartoons so they could sit in there and calm down. She also gave them a bowl of candy to munch on. GREAT IDEA! So now they were twice as hyper as they were prior to the candy. So lunch finally gets underway at 12 and we eat and all is well for a few minutes.  Then Budboy decides that he wants to run again.  So me and the other two girls that have their kids here take them outside to run for a few minutes.  When I told Budboy it was time to go back inside, he had a major melt down.  Ya know, the kicking and screaming kind.  So I picked him up and brought him inside and out of the camera view and had a little mommy to Budboy talk.  Then we came back in the office and he went crazy again.  I then removed him again and we went to the bathroom to have another "talk".  After that he was much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was trick or treat time.  It was 1:00 by this time.  So we went through the whole office and got tons of candy.  We were waiting at that point for El Presidente to send us home as he normally does on days like that.  He however did not close the office.  So at 2, I left and he said nothing but goodbye and he had a look of releif that Budboy was leaving.  Needless to say, I didn't have to use vacation time for those few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home and rested for a while and waited for my girlfriend to get there cause she went trick or treating with us.  We had a really good time.  I got pissed once when Budboy knocked on a door and the porch light was on and we saw the people looking out the window, and they had those long windows on either side of the door that they looked at my precious litte boy through and then they turned off the light.  HOW G-D RUDE COULD YOU BE??  He was heart broken and they got a one finger wave from me.  I told him that they only had yucky candy and he wouldn't want it anyway.  The rest of the night went very well and he was such a good little guy.  He kept telling me he loved me and that he was sooooo excited.  Lots of people made a big fuss over him.  I will post pictures when I get off my lazy can and download them to the compy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-113087295716251656?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/113087295716251656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=113087295716251656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/113087295716251656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/113087295716251656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2005/11/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat!'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-113044469029720940</id><published>2005-10-27T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T15:24:50.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Hijinx</title><content type='html'>So around the office we have a little thing going on that is quite fun.  It's called Office Phantom.  I got to work yesterday to find a big bag of yummy candy with a letter in it and a picture of a ghost.  The letter says that you have been tagged by the Office Phantom.  Then there is a little poem, then it says you need to post the ghost so everyone knows you have been tagged, and tag three others.  No one knows who got who, so all day we have all been trying to figure out who got who.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with this little game is that there is now candy EVERYWHERE!  Everywhere I go, everything I see, everything I do, CANDY!!  This time of year is so hard for a girl on a diet.  Oh well, a few peices won't kill me, right?  Well, if it does, at least I die happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also having an office Halloween party on Monday.  We all get to bring our kids and they will trick or treat around the office, then we will eat lunch and if El Presidente is in a good mood, we will get to go home early and prepare for the festivities of night time trick or treating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budboy is bothering me cause he wants to wear his costume all the time. &lt;br /&gt;"Please Mommy, just for five minutes, pleeeeeeeeeeeease!  I promise it's a great idea!" (everything is a great idea) &lt;br /&gt;"No sweetie, your costume if for Halloween" &lt;br /&gt;"It's never gonna be hawoween is it?  HUMPH" &lt;br /&gt;That has been going on every day for the last two weeks.  Next year I will buy his costume the day before Hawoween.  And FYI, those damn Disney costumes are friggin expensive!  $56 for two costumes, just the costumes too, no accessories!  Power Rangers don't really need guns, well that is what I told Budboy.  He said that wasn't a great idea.&lt;br /&gt;Baby Budgyrl is going to be Minnie Mouse.  The cutest Minnie Mouse ever!  A Minnie Mouse with red hair too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my neighborhood, all the parents walk around with glasses of wine and or beer, so I'm packin a cooler to put in the bottom of the stroller and my girlfriend and her husband, my nephew and his mom and me and my two kids are going trick or treating in style.  I'm even dressing up this year for the first time in about 5 years.  I'll let you know how our drinkin, I mean trick or treating goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*insert evil laugh here*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-113044469029720940?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/113044469029720940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=113044469029720940' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/113044469029720940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/113044469029720940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2005/10/halloween-hijinx.html' title='Halloween Hijinx'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-112990412373113778</id><published>2005-10-21T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T09:15:23.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have a Confession to Make</title><content type='html'>My confession is this, I started smoking again. I have been smoking for about 6 months. I quit while I was pregnant and I didn't smoke while I was breast feeding, but as soon as I stopped, I began smoking again. I am so disappointed with myself and so are my mom and dad. I am such a weak person. I don't think I would have started again if my husband would have quit, but alas he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the dangers and I know it's bad and I know it isn't fair to my kids that I am doing this to myself. My reason is simple and stupid. I have been on a diet since March (I think), and I was not really doing well because I couldn't curb my cravings for everything bad for me. I was sitting at my desk at work one day and my friend here came by and asked if I wanted to go outside with her for some air. She was going to smoke and I needed a break, so I went. I was having an intense craving for all things sweet at that time, so I asked her if I could have a drag of her cig. She hesitated, not wanting to be the reason I started smoking again, but she relented and gave me a drag. My craving miraculously disappeared, like I knew it would. So, being the jeenyus I am, I decided that while I am dieting, I will smoke to combat the cravings that I normally don't have the will power to resist. As of last night, I have lost a total of 21lbs, so unfortunately it is working. I have not had a gain since I started my smoking diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am telling myself that once I reach my goal, I will quit, and I have another 24lbs to go. I am not naive, so I know that won't be easy. I started smoking full time when I was 13, full time means buying my own cigarettes, and smoking more then once a day. I quit when I was pregnant with my son and didn't smoke for two years after he was born. I can tell myself all these excuses as to why I started then, but they don't really matter. Just like my sorry excuse this time. I should not be smoking, I should not enjoy it, but I do and I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is my confession on this rainy Friday. I feel better now even if no one reads this. Next I will tackle Halloween. I know, everyone is soooo excited!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-112990412373113778?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/112990412373113778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=112990412373113778' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/112990412373113778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/112990412373113778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-have-confession-to-make.html' title='I Have a Confession to Make'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-112973824682636073</id><published>2005-10-19T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T11:10:46.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well kids, here we go!</title><content type='html'>Well, I have three internet friends that have blogs and I want to be one of the cool kids, so here I am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can tell you a little about myself.  I am the mother of two beautiful children, a boy who we will call Budboy and a girl who we will call Baby Budgyrl.  Budboy will be 4 at the end of next month and Baby Budgyrl is 9 1/2 months old.  I know I am so young how on earth can I have a 4 year old!  Anyway, I have a husband who we will call Budman and sometimes dumbass, depending on the mood and what it is he did. =).  I work for a very large telecom company doing government contracts, and that's all I have to say about that, for now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are probably asking yourself, how did she get the name Budgyrl.  Well, Budman works for an Anheuser Busch distributor and when we first met and actually went out of the house, it was discovered by the guys he works with that I am the only girl that can keep up with them beer for beer, so they named me Budgyrl.  &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; got to decide how to spell it though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love NASCAR and I am a &lt;em&gt;huge&lt;/em&gt; Dale Jr. fan and was one before it was cool to be one.  I don't jump on the bandwagon, I mean hey, i'm still a NY Giants fan!  Bigons.  The previously mentioned internet friends, I met at a NASCAR message board.  Hi Amy, Staci and TML!! I'm such a copy cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Metallica.  The first record (who else remembers vinyal) I ever bought was Ride the Lightening when it was first released.  I was very young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I will write about are pretty much everything and everyone.  There are a few co-workers that will get written about, some good, some bad.  No one is safe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's my first post.  I hope I remember to come back and make another one!  Oh yeah, I'm pretty forgetful too.  I forgot to mention that before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-112973824682636073?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/112973824682636073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=112973824682636073' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/112973824682636073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/112973824682636073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2005/10/well-kids-here-we-go.html' title='Well kids, here we go!'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044214.post-112974782431783120</id><published>2005-10-19T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T13:50:24.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/1600/boyandgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6645/958/320/boyandgirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another picture of the Budkids.  I just wanted to try out the picture thing.  Good stuff!!  No I can overwhelm you people with sickening pictures of my kids and cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044214-112974782431783120?l=lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/feeds/112974782431783120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044214&amp;postID=112974782431783120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/112974782431783120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044214/posts/default/112974782431783120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofmebudgyrl.blogspot.com/2005/10/testing.html' title='Testing'/><author><name>Budgyrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01745516532046236535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/budgyrl/Misc/BUDGYRL.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
