<?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-7551955028175768998</id><updated>2011-11-09T08:17:01.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just my mindless thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-5646752648431911742</id><published>2010-03-27T11:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T11:27:11.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mid-life crisis??</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S64xPyoUdRI/AAAAAAAAAJk/2PJOjpaRM3k/s1600/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453350346150933778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S64xPyoUdRI/AAAAAAAAAJk/2PJOjpaRM3k/s400/shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's starting!? I have an obsession lately....shoes. I mean, things could be worse. It could be men, cars, diamonds, but it's just simply shoes. Now it &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; be that my 4-legged Shoe Killer has helped me in my decision to get some new shoes. I am down 3 pairs thanks to her. But anyway, here is my latest pair.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-5646752648431911742?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/5646752648431911742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=5646752648431911742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/5646752648431911742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/5646752648431911742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2010/03/mid-life-crisis.html' title='mid-life crisis??'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S64xPyoUdRI/AAAAAAAAAJk/2PJOjpaRM3k/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-1028999048206529004</id><published>2010-03-18T07:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T07:33:51.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye Point Bridge ...</title><content type='html'>I will miss your convenience and quickness to bring Skylar to and from school.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sorlie&lt;/span&gt; Bridge closes right after you...so yep..stuck going all the way up to Gateway Drive  to go across to her school.  I will have to clock it today with miles and time it takes compared to before.  It's gonna be a LONG flood season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-1028999048206529004?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/1028999048206529004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=1028999048206529004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/1028999048206529004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/1028999048206529004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-bye-point-bridge.html' title='Good bye Point Bridge ...'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-4805967749191967344</id><published>2010-03-17T21:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:49:20.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The flood wall being built in front of the Blue Moose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GThvUUrpI/AAAAAAAAAJc/CJbeyRnQMoM/s1600-h/128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449799231941684882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GThvUUrpI/AAAAAAAAAJc/CJbeyRnQMoM/s400/128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The infamous flood walls.  When a flood threat is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;imminent&lt;/span&gt;, they have some wall additions that they add to the wall on the other side so it will protect the neighborhood from the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GTg2iPjMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/PjxnPWJXjSI/s1600-h/109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449799216699247810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GTg2iPjMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/PjxnPWJXjSI/s400/109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cabelas&lt;/span&gt; from the North Dakota side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GTgOVwo3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/rhcgyvza5Lw/s1600-h/122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449799205909472114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GTgOVwo3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/rhcgyvza5Lw/s400/122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We run into a LOT of this.  Water over the road is a fairly common site....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GTfkcXmGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/7nEvOziMM7E/s1600-h/113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449799194662901858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GTfkcXmGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/7nEvOziMM7E/s400/113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-4805967749191967344?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/4805967749191967344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=4805967749191967344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/4805967749191967344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/4805967749191967344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2010/03/flood-wall-being-built-in-front-of-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GThvUUrpI/AAAAAAAAAJc/CJbeyRnQMoM/s72-c/128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-1920681580196508427</id><published>2010-03-17T21:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:36:36.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some random flood pictures</title><content type='html'>This is right by the DeMers bridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GPn1OPccI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FIx-jpVOZUo/s1600-h/117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449794938559492546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GPn1OPccI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FIx-jpVOZUo/s400/117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The flood Statue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GPnFf5TjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/izHVVK5B90s/s1600-h/116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449794925748637234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GPnFf5TjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/izHVVK5B90s/s400/116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next pictures I get of this may only be from the top of a parking garage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GPmnv09GI/AAAAAAAAAIs/I-EBR3KADq8/s1600-h/115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449794917762397282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GPmnv09GI/AAAAAAAAAIs/I-EBR3KADq8/s400/115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GPmK6T1yI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZwsPaNZIx3E/s1600-h/113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449794910021736226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GPmK6T1yI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZwsPaNZIx3E/s400/113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-1920681580196508427?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/1920681580196508427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=1920681580196508427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/1920681580196508427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/1920681580196508427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2010/03/some-random-flood-pictures.html' title='Some random flood pictures'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GPn1OPccI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FIx-jpVOZUo/s72-c/117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-6491970031363932798</id><published>2010-03-17T20:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:03:26.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Lincoln park area</title><content type='html'>Same Lincoln Park area.  Notice on the bottom picture there is a cement slab which is where the benches were on the previous set of pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GJifXryeI/AAAAAAAAAIc/npJOt1t8Ack/s1600-h/156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449788249724406242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GJifXryeI/AAAAAAAAAIc/npJOt1t8Ack/s400/156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GJhqp8fFI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yORUfpbfeZs/s1600-h/159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449788235573918802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GJhqp8fFI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yORUfpbfeZs/s400/159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GJhK66VNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/IuJJLLINc8I/s1600-h/155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449788227055146194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GJhK66VNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/IuJJLLINc8I/s400/155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-6491970031363932798?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6491970031363932798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=6491970031363932798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/6491970031363932798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/6491970031363932798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2010/03/same-lincoln-park-area.html' title='Same Lincoln park area'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GJifXryeI/AAAAAAAAAIc/npJOt1t8Ack/s72-c/156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-6762964796509705731</id><published>2010-03-17T20:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:56:50.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Flood pictures</title><content type='html'>this is the Lincoln Park area.  it's the further south entrance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GIBFXJWII/AAAAAAAAAIE/6tirkbgHpeI/s1600-h/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449786576295516290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GIBFXJWII/AAAAAAAAAIE/6tirkbgHpeI/s400/105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GIAtNsNPI/AAAAAAAAAH8/N6FBo0MuUPc/s1600-h/104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449786569813406962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GIAtNsNPI/AAAAAAAAAH8/N6FBo0MuUPc/s400/104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GIAWdCaTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pi_B9X-ddMU/s1600-h/103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449786563703761202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GIAWdCaTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pi_B9X-ddMU/s400/103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-6762964796509705731?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6762964796509705731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=6762964796509705731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/6762964796509705731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/6762964796509705731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-flood-pictures.html' title='Random Flood pictures'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GIBFXJWII/AAAAAAAAAIE/6tirkbgHpeI/s72-c/105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-8067921199558955979</id><published>2010-03-17T20:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:47:35.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More pics</title><content type='html'>Same location as the previous pictures.  Notice how much higher the water is based on the bridge picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GEcu7bplI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BSMVoJgFyz0/s1600-h/154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449782653263521362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GEcu7bplI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BSMVoJgFyz0/s400/154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GEcTWAlxI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1hxEUTLTQ1Y/s1600-h/153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449782645858801426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GEcTWAlxI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1hxEUTLTQ1Y/s400/153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GEb_096GI/AAAAAAAAAHc/FOAkTsTegnE/s1600-h/151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449782640619939938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GEb_096GI/AAAAAAAAAHc/FOAkTsTegnE/s400/151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-8067921199558955979?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/8067921199558955979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=8067921199558955979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/8067921199558955979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/8067921199558955979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2010/03/more-pics.html' title='More pics'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GEcu7bplI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BSMVoJgFyz0/s72-c/154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-8587742748200887311</id><published>2010-03-17T20:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:33:55.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flood of 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GCObdWJhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0oTuorj96pk/s1600-h/134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449780208495633938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GCObdWJhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0oTuorj96pk/s400/134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GCN74Cn5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Y_cEezZgbAY/s1600-h/131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449780200017665938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GCN74Cn5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Y_cEezZgbAY/s400/131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GCNKepKpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MLoJWhN7Pog/s1600-h/129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449780186757802642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GCNKepKpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MLoJWhN7Pog/s400/129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otherwise known fondly (?) as Do it again in 2010. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have gotten out for some pictures, but now as they are closing off streets, they are starting to police the areas, so they may have to come to an end. It still amazes me though all the devastation of Mother Nature. I think our towns of Grand Forks, East Grand Forks will be ok again due to the flood walls, but it's the rural areas and the overland flooding that is still a very scary and dangerous situation for our community. So in this blog post i will post the pictures that I took on Monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-8587742748200887311?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/8587742748200887311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=8587742748200887311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/8587742748200887311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/8587742748200887311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2010/03/flood-of-2010.html' title='The Flood of 2010'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/S6GCObdWJhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0oTuorj96pk/s72-c/134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-896971108248844392</id><published>2010-03-17T18:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:54:53.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!  It's been a while!!</title><content type='html'>figured I might as well start this up again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's happened in the last year?  a LOT!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now living in an apartment in Grand Forks, my husband doesn't.  We had some issues we had to work on but love each other enough to give it a shot.  Hopefully it all works out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul and his girlfriend live in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mayville&lt;/span&gt; and I have a couple of "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt;".  A puppy named &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miika&lt;/span&gt; and a kitten named Coco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skylar is doing pretty good in school and has finally started making new friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Karriers&lt;/span&gt; is doing GREAT!!  VERY busy though lately!!  But that makes the day go by faster anyway! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still sell Premier Designs.  i took a break for a while after the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;separation&lt;/span&gt; to let things settle for a bit but am ready and rearing to go again!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to update more often...who knows about what subject.  It will most likely vary greatly!!  But that keeps it interesting....right??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-896971108248844392?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/896971108248844392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=896971108248844392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/896971108248844392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/896971108248844392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2010/03/wow-its-been-while.html' title='Wow!  It&apos;s been a while!!'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-7467008472368466796</id><published>2009-01-12T16:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:26:19.938-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!  A new purse!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SWvDedcoq6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/G2YN2-XIzGc/s1600-h/new+purse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290537115345005474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SWvDedcoq6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/G2YN2-XIzGc/s400/new+purse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been about 2 years since I have gotten a new purse, so I was way overdue! The other one was still in good shape, but I was sick of it and it was pretty small! So here is my new one! Go figure, I go for the purple one!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-7467008472368466796?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/7467008472368466796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=7467008472368466796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/7467008472368466796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/7467008472368466796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally-new-purse.html' title='Finally!!  A new purse!!'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SWvDedcoq6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/G2YN2-XIzGc/s72-c/new+purse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-1361253115706975970</id><published>2009-01-02T13:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:33:50.584-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a bittersweet day.</title><content type='html'>January 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; seems to come around every year.  It was my Grandpa Maynard's birthday.  And now, in 2009, I still celebrate it in my own little way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite a few years since Grandpa passed away.  I still remember all too clearly Dad and Katie knocking at my door early in the morning to tell me he had passed away.  Funny thing was, as soon as I heard the knock I knew.  I had a weird dream the night before.  I dreamed that Grandpa said good bye to me.  I remember waking up crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa and I always had a special relationship.  He had many health problems also, like his asthma and his emphysema.  I remember many times, Grandpa could understand my asthma attacks when no one else could, because no one else has ever had to feel that way in my family.  Except for Grandpa and I.  It was our little bond that kept us closer and only he could truly understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there were his treats!  Grandpa always had his certs and his black licorice nibs.  It was always a treat when we got those from him.  But if it was too close to supper, he would tell Grandma we didn't have any!  (He wasn't going to be the reason we ruined our supper!)  As a kid, I remember walking up to his just saying, "Grandpa Please?"  And he knew.  He would joke with us about what we wanted and eventually, that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt; hand of his went into his pocket and pulled out the certs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa was always someone you could look up to.  His cancer went into remission for 20 years, even right after his treatments, he wanted to be on the land farming with Dad.  Nothing was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to keep him away from what he loved.  He never let his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;illnesses&lt;/span&gt; get him down.  When I would be frustrated about my asthma, he would tell me,"It's just the hand you got dealt, now you just need to learn how to play that hand".  He was right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did everything he could so that we always had memories.  I remember one Halloween, it was storing HORRIBLY!  They of course were our storm home in Clifford since they lived 4 blocks from the school.  It was Mark and I and 2 other kids, I want to say maybe Lori and Joel?? But I'm not sure at all.   We were all upset &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; we wouldn't be able to go trick or treating.  So Grandpa got all dressed up and went out to the garage.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Grandma&lt;/span&gt; got all of us kids all bundled up and Grandpa tied a rope from the garage to the neighbors house so we could go trick or treating to at least one other home.  So we get outside, had to follow along the rope, and got to go to one other home.  Boy they must have loved us to do that for us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And exactly how does one learn to play card games without Grandpas?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Grandpa&lt;/span&gt; would play cards with me forever if he could.  I remember when he was int he hospital in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mayville&lt;/span&gt; before he passed away, and I would drop off my son with Mom and Dad and go play cards with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Grandpa&lt;/span&gt; for hours.  He knew he was near the end and he still had to play cards with me.  I tried to leave a couple of times and he would say, "One more game". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is the day I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;celebrate&lt;/span&gt; my Grandpa Maynard.  I celebrate his love for his family, his love of Grandma and his love for life.  I go buy myself some certs, black licorice and play a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;couple&lt;/span&gt; of games of solitaire all by myself.  And just remember.  I love you and miss you still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-1361253115706975970?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/1361253115706975970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=1361253115706975970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/1361253115706975970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/1361253115706975970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-is-bittersweet-day.html' title='Today is a bittersweet day.'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-1537001025357682974</id><published>2008-10-31T15:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:52:49.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ghost</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263423387739793762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SQtvrzC2qWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6kgJ_t2xfFQ/s400/ghost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the true spirit of Halloween, I have decided to post a picture of our ghost. This picture was caught in our garage at about 2 am. It woke my husband up from a dead sleep by yelling his name. He woke up to find this blue thing floating above him, but he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; see any face in it. Then he grabbed his cell phone and grabbed a picture of it. Then he watched it zoom across the garage and disappear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; the huge door that goes up. (which was down!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-1537001025357682974?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/1537001025357682974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=1537001025357682974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/1537001025357682974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/1537001025357682974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-ghost.html' title='My Ghost'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SQtvrzC2qWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6kgJ_t2xfFQ/s72-c/ghost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-6316397408395600339</id><published>2008-10-17T12:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T12:53:30.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The new haircut....</title><content type='html'>well, this is it. My new haircut. first time I have had bangs in maybe 20 years or so????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258182222626971202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SPjQ31f0XkI/AAAAAAAAAF0/z73fc3kWBVI/s400/new+haircut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-6316397408395600339?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6316397408395600339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=6316397408395600339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/6316397408395600339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/6316397408395600339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-haircut.html' title='The new haircut....'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SPjQ31f0XkI/AAAAAAAAAF0/z73fc3kWBVI/s72-c/new+haircut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-6853456592311026126</id><published>2008-10-07T14:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:15:35.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm trying</title><content type='html'>To keep my sanity that is. It has been such a long month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First with Grandma passing away. I will still break down at absolutely nothing and just sit with tears rolling. I know it's still new and it will get easier, but right now, it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then with my son. He is back in placement as most know. He refuses to talk to me. I have no idea why. Apparently it's my fault he relapsed and is back in placement. So I am very torn about that. One side of me says let him throw his fit. When he grows up some, he will realize the shoplifting, vandalism, drinking, drugs, and absenting are not things I told him to do. He did them on his own accord. On the other hand, this is my little boy. I can't stand the thought of not being close to him. Hopefully it's just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; he is going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my daughter. She just can't seem to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pull&lt;/span&gt; it together this school year. she doesn't write in her planner, she doesn't do any chores lately, but expects the money for it (which doesn't happen by the way!). Sits in front of the TV, eats all kinds of junk food behind our backs. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;' even buy it at home, but she gets it from friends at school. She weighs 125 and I just don't think that's healthy for her! So I'm stressing about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brent can't be much help right now, he is in the beet fields for another week. So I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;' even see or talk to him most days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we lost my Great Aunt Helen. She was the most amazing woman too! She never had kids, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; had money, travelled throughout &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Europe&lt;/span&gt; when she was 87 on a train trip by herself! She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;such a&lt;/span&gt; strong woman, always so kind! She thought of my Dad and my Uncle and all their cousins as "her"kids. We all always got birthday and Christmas gifts from her. Every time I was in Minneapolis, I always stopped to see her. She was one of those who always looked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;immaculate&lt;/span&gt;! She was so beautiful, it's hard to see her go. But she hit the Anderson Age of 94. All the Anderson women, my grandma, all 3 of her sisters and her Mom all made it to 94, but never say 95.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jewelry parties are going very well, but it gets a little frantic! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Especially with Brent in the field, I have to plan where Skylar needs to go too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bills are not really piling up, but they could magically go WAY down and I wouldn't complain!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daytime job is starting to wear on me.  Don't get me wrong, I do LOVE my job, but we have one person in accounting who can't figure out hers and I spend my Tuesday morning fixing all her mistakes and redoing everything she did Monday.  To me, this is a completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt; step.  I have enough of my own work, why the hell should I have to hers also?  Really, how hard is to to know that  an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;invoice&lt;/span&gt; that totals, $2064.76 and the company that owes it paid $2012.76 is SHORT, not long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in conclusion, I am trying to keep my sanity, my patience, my temper, but it's really getting hard to do sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-6853456592311026126?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6853456592311026126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=6853456592311026126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/6853456592311026126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/6853456592311026126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-trying.html' title='I&apos;m trying'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-4510764625030928709</id><published>2008-10-01T13:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:55:20.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year anniv invite....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SOPHjiYWKNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Jl5n0emY7go/s1600-h/1+year+anniv+invite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252261003782400210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SOPHjiYWKNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Jl5n0emY7go/s400/1+year+anniv+invite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-4510764625030928709?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/4510764625030928709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=4510764625030928709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/4510764625030928709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/4510764625030928709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/10/1-year-anniv-invite.html' title='1 year anniv invite....'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SOPHjiYWKNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Jl5n0emY7go/s72-c/1+year+anniv+invite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-3204893667929022831</id><published>2008-09-23T09:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:42:09.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More kitchen pictures....</title><content type='html'>ok, so I can't figure out how to turn pics here.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj_2wktQ3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_780Q6C1ZV4/s1600-h/FH000001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249226681917195122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj_2wktQ3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_780Q6C1ZV4/s400/FH000001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj_3b8MPaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pQvd_F20lVY/s1600-h/FH000002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249226693558418850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 403px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="270" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj_3b8MPaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pQvd_F20lVY/s400/FH000002.jpg" width="402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-3204893667929022831?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/3204893667929022831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=3204893667929022831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/3204893667929022831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/3204893667929022831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-kitchen-pictures.html' title='More kitchen pictures....'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj_2wktQ3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_780Q6C1ZV4/s72-c/FH000001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-8827968898683986912</id><published>2008-09-23T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:38:48.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to create the Marina choker</title><content type='html'>First start out by placing the necklace doubled on a table....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj-JbWMTqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/x3N-_Igpc_M/s1600-h/FH000020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249224803613429410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj-JbWMTqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/x3N-_Igpc_M/s400/FH000020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then have the clip it ready, it's the little almost circular thing that opens....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj-JpbWqpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QuXQXqjjOcc/s1600-h/FH000019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249224807393176210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj-JpbWqpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QuXQXqjjOcc/s400/FH000019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then take the Marina and double it again, so it looks as follows.  Take the clip it and stick it on one end and leave it open....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj-KGnSG3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9Rrs99WqBNI/s1600-h/FH000018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249224815227837298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj-KGnSG3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9Rrs99WqBNI/s400/FH000018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Place the necklace around your neck and slide the other half of Marina into the clipit.  Close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj-K0yhCjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6C7jJXHqbq8/s1600-h/FH000017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249224827622984242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj-K0yhCjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6C7jJXHqbq8/s400/FH000017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Twist the necklace so the clipit is behind your neck, and layer with another favorite necklace! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj-LGSDgII/AAAAAAAAAFI/YZdH1-3RTjI/s1600-h/FH000015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249224832318668930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj-LGSDgII/AAAAAAAAAFI/YZdH1-3RTjI/s400/FH000015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-8827968898683986912?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/8827968898683986912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=8827968898683986912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/8827968898683986912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/8827968898683986912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-to-create-marina-choker.html' title='How to create the Marina choker'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj-JbWMTqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/x3N-_Igpc_M/s72-c/FH000020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-6781265712318103716</id><published>2008-09-23T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:28:26.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Marina Styles....</title><content type='html'>Here are the last two that I couldn't upload. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj87CmoKFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dEW5HEXfutE/s1600-h/FH000013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249223456941680722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj87CmoKFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dEW5HEXfutE/s400/FH000013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj87v4rg9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/NJ0J5o1DZms/s1600-h/FH000016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249223469096993746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj87v4rg9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/NJ0J5o1DZms/s400/FH000016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-6781265712318103716?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6781265712318103716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=6781265712318103716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/6781265712318103716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/6781265712318103716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-marina-styles.html' title='More Marina Styles....'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj87CmoKFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dEW5HEXfutE/s72-c/FH000013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-1800840963620104394</id><published>2008-09-23T09:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:24:12.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marina Styles....</title><content type='html'>Here are a few styles for Marina, for some reason it wouldn't let me post more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj7R7jeVDI/AAAAAAAAADw/_LvqteXAuHA/s1600-h/FH000014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249221651163141170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj7R7jeVDI/AAAAAAAAADw/_LvqteXAuHA/s400/FH000014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj7SNgMzSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vxUPY0E_DYA/s1600-h/FH000015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249221655981247778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj7SNgMzSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vxUPY0E_DYA/s400/FH000015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj7SqxqBDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jQDLNJi8v6E/s1600-h/FH000022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249221663839093810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj7SqxqBDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jQDLNJi8v6E/s400/FH000022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj7THyamgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/8ao0gg5FHYw/s1600-h/FH000021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249221671626906114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj7THyamgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/8ao0gg5FHYw/s400/FH000021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj7TW-GF2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BesGdC50GVU/s1600-h/FH000020.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-1800840963620104394?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/1800840963620104394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=1800840963620104394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/1800840963620104394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/1800840963620104394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/09/marina-styles.html' title='Marina Styles....'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SNj7R7jeVDI/AAAAAAAAADw/_LvqteXAuHA/s72-c/FH000014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-7237584730080351372</id><published>2008-09-10T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:39:01.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchen Redecorating...After</title><content type='html'>So here is our end results.  With the few snaps I had left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;on t&lt;/span&gt;he camera anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SMgS4z-TE5I/AAAAAAAAACk/KQ9eE8J2hUo/s1600-h/FH000001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244462533306422162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SMgS4z-TE5I/AAAAAAAAACk/KQ9eE8J2hUo/s400/FH000001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You'll see I still have to put up our door trim and get new face plates for the light switches, but those are nothing major....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SMgS4xKwo4I/AAAAAAAAACs/GNgPwWZQmWI/s1600-h/FH000002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244462532553384834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SMgS4xKwo4I/AAAAAAAAACs/GNgPwWZQmWI/s400/FH000002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A closer view of the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SMgS5BvCisI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zytVZnvpwt8/s1600-h/FH000003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244462537000520386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SMgS5BvCisI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zytVZnvpwt8/s400/FH000003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you look REAL closely, I think you can still see my blood.  The handle broke as I was painting the ceiling.  When I stopped swearing, I felt my head and I don't know what there was more of in my hair.  Blood or paint.  I ended up needing stitches.  Yep, I sure don't remember painting being dangerous before.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SMgS5U_0VcI/AAAAAAAAAC8/prM7WN4-PS4/s1600-h/FH000007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244462542171166146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SMgS5U_0VcI/AAAAAAAAAC8/prM7WN4-PS4/s400/FH000007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I will have some more to add too, but there are a few quick shots of our redecorated kitchen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-7237584730080351372?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/7237584730080351372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=7237584730080351372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/7237584730080351372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/7237584730080351372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/09/kitchen-redecoratingafter.html' title='Kitchen Redecorating...After'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SMgS4z-TE5I/AAAAAAAAACk/KQ9eE8J2hUo/s72-c/FH000001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-3970273632240391154</id><published>2008-09-10T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:28:36.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchen Redecorating...Before</title><content type='html'>So after almost 3 years in our place, Brent and I finally decided to redecorate the kitchen. It was A LOT of prep work! We had wall paper to be torn down, walls to scrub (it hadn't been done for about 20 years) a grease fire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;remnants&lt;/span&gt; to clean up, it was bad!! Not to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mention&lt;/span&gt; the normals, like taping, covering up stuff, etc. We also had to re-mud parts of the drywall, sand, primer, pick out color, etc. So it was a busy week getting ready to re-do our kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our main wall after the wall paper was ripped off.  It was a type of paneling behind it.  It took 3 coats of primer to cover it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SMgQWPFm0QI/AAAAAAAAACE/2WbOgkLh8lA/s1600-h/FH000018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244459740266156290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SMgQWPFm0QI/AAAAAAAAACE/2WbOgkLh8lA/s400/FH000018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one is above our sink and stove, the ceiling fan was falling out, you can tell where the grease damage was on the wall above the stove, and yes, we plan on putting in track lighting, but that will have to come later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SMgQWXU4VYI/AAAAAAAAACM/fhyfMNorgeo/s1600-h/FH000019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244459742477702530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SMgQWXU4VYI/AAAAAAAAACM/fhyfMNorgeo/s400/FH000019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one is in our dining area.  You can see some of the beautiful wallpaper still above the doorway.  We plan on replacing the globes for the light fixture also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SMgQWhIHZXI/AAAAAAAAACU/4KmhhQ6o2k4/s1600-h/FH000021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244459745108518258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SMgQWhIHZXI/AAAAAAAAACU/4KmhhQ6o2k4/s400/FH000021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our ceiling fan that is hanging out of the ceiling.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SMgQW7tiZKI/AAAAAAAAACc/sTc4HD8E8vo/s1600-h/FH000022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244459752244798626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SMgQW7tiZKI/AAAAAAAAACc/sTc4HD8E8vo/s400/FH000022.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/7551955028175768998-3970273632240391154?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/3970273632240391154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=3970273632240391154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/3970273632240391154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/3970273632240391154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/09/kitchen-redecoratingbefore.html' title='Kitchen Redecorating...Before'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SMgQWPFm0QI/AAAAAAAAACE/2WbOgkLh8lA/s72-c/FH000018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-6279602238330717406</id><published>2008-08-28T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T08:26:10.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night</title><content type='html'>After my lunch with my son, I had to go back to work. Always interesting sitting at your desk and without cause, tears will run down your face.  Well, I was finally in the right frame of mind and my daughter had to go meet her teacher.  So I put on my happy face, touched up my makeup so she wouldn't know I was crying and went to my daughter's school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being there, her deciding she wants to be in band (playing the clarinet) chorus and volleyball, (note the $600 or so later...) we went home.  I had the crock pot going all day with scalloped potatoes and ham.  Which was a very delicious supper on a rainy cold day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her and I then went for a walk.  She went ahead of me with our dog, so I got a little thinking time.    We got home, I did dishes and we watched a movie.  I went to my son's room, grabbed his blanket, cuddled up and fell asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I really needed that.  Today, I'm still upset, but I know what has to be done again.  It's not going to do me any good being sad all day again. I have a daughter I need to care for also.  I have my jobs that need my attention also.  Today is the day to realize he is being helped again. &lt;br /&gt;It's the day to remember why we did this in the first place which was to help him.  That's what has to come first, his safety and health.  It's the day to realize that once again I did not make the decisions to do the unsafe things he did.  They were his choice.  His being sent back was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of his actions, not mine.   Today is the day to realize that I am not the bad parent, he is not the bad kid.  He is the kid who made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; stupid decisions and put himself in this position.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-6279602238330717406?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6279602238330717406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=6279602238330717406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/6279602238330717406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/6279602238330717406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-night.html' title='Last night'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-7429498538180780282</id><published>2008-08-27T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T13:47:26.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Goodbye</title><content type='html'>I knew it would happen.  I hold my composure during the last time with my son.  Knowing I can't speak to him, or see him for at least 4 whole weeks.  As soon as I left, I bawled like, well, like a mother who can't see her son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I express concern about his welfare with the way his life had been going.  Staring at the healing scab on his forehead from where he was cut with a knife during a fight.  Looking at his beat up body and all I could think is, "this is not my sweet little boy anymore".  I still will and always will love him with every piece of heart I have.   The "little" boy I looked across the table at has scabs on his head, arms, shoulders, hands, black eyes.  It broke my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew by looking at him, he was using drugs again.  There wasn't a question in my mind.  I have seen it enough to know the difference.  He didn't have his healthy look anymore.  You couldn't see the sparkle in his eyes anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what the next month will be like.  This is the 3rd time that he has been sent away.  My daughter will be upset, I will be upset, my whole family will be upset.  But what we have to remember is that this is what is best for him.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;debbie&lt;/span&gt; downer side of me thinks to myself, "why try?  He will just go back to it again."  Maybe one of these days, it will be different.  Maybe one of these days, he will realize he is not only hurting himself, he is hurting his family also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; yourself from their actions?  I don't know the answer to that.  I *think* I can finally say I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; blame myself anymore.  (which was a HUGE step!)  When this all happened and he left the first time, I cried myself to sleep for six months because I was the mother who did the wrong thing for herself and her sanity while doing the*hopefully* right thing for her son.  And while he may hate me now, *hopefully* in the future he will see what happened and thank me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that HE alone makes these choices.  Not me.  But it sure doesn't make it any easier knowing that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of his decisions, I lose more time with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt; little boy who isn't always sweet anymore.  I just knew I couldn't get the phone call from the hospital that he had been killed in a fight or overdosed on drugs.  I couldn't do that to anyone.  I wouldn't make it without him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part is everyone that meets him for the first time says what a kind sweet kid he is.  Always helpful, always considerate.  Which he is when he isn't using.  Only a few people in the family have seen the demons inside him.  I know he will spend time in jail as an adult.  It's something a parent knows.  It hurts, but I honestly think that is what it will take for him to "get it". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I go through the motions of my daily life.  Not able to talk to him for another 30 days.  Then a 6 hour drive to see him once a month until he is able to get out in April.  Watching him get better and say he wants to change.  Hoping it's true.  Wondering if our family will ever recover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-7429498538180780282?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/7429498538180780282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=7429498538180780282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/7429498538180780282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/7429498538180780282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/08/goodbye.html' title='The Goodbye'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-9194703333668863583</id><published>2008-08-26T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:22:08.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I became addicted.</title><content type='html'>Today at 10 am, I got the phone call that I eventually knew I would be getting.  It was my son's social worker telling me that he was being sent back to the Boy's Facility that he was previously in.  My heart just sank.  He will now be gone until he is 18. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he got out of there, I was so excited and hopeful!  I thought this time, maybe he really was ready to change.  To leave the drugs behind, to leave the drinking behind, to leave the fights behind.  he still had to stay at the foster home until Social Services decided we were fit parents, but we could deal with that!  He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; finally in the same town, we could see him anytime, it was finally looking up for our family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then about a month later, it all started going downhill.  I got a call from my best fried that he showed up at her place drunk as all get out.  He started missing curfews at his foster home, then not going home at all, then got caught spray painting another kid's vehicle "because he was talking smack about him", shoplifting, fights, and I knew where this was all headed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been down this road with him many times.  Breaks my heart every time.  I can't seem to get him to understand that he will be 18 in about 7 months.  When he is 18 he will go to jail!!  He doesn't seem to care! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most frustrating part is that he HAD things going in the right direction!!  He had a job, he was in school, he was in a good home, he saw us almost daily, the list could go on!  It's almost like he is afraid of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt;!  I simply don't get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight I have to go say good bye to my son again.  Trying not to scream at him that he is screwing up his life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called my counselor to get in because I am on the verge of a breakdown.  A serious one.  One that calls for a straight jacket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she tells me about this book that she has read, but couldn't remember the exact name or author.  After a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;google&lt;/span&gt; search and a note to a librarian friend in Nashville, we came up with the book.  It's called Beautiful Boy: A Father's Journey through his son's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Meth&lt;/span&gt; Addiction by David Sheff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this was the book when I read the review online and it had this paragraph...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sheff quotes the old saying: “Parents can only be as happy as their unhappiest child.” So as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; bottoms out, so do his parents. “I became addicted,” Sheff writes, “to my child’s addiction.” The father must enter the next stage: acceptance that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; may die, the realization that his parents must save themselves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even begin to explain how true it is that you become addicted to your child's addiction.  Your life revolves around it.  You spend time trying to cover it up to people you may not want to know.  You spend time trying to fix the people around you by over compensating for them missing your child.  You spend time trying to be supportive of your child, scared to death it will happen again.  You spend time secretly crying to yourself in a corner of a room or walking down the street every time you see a Mom walking with her son.  Knowing you can't.  You spend time mending your heart only to have it happen all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot accept that my son may die.  Do I know logically if he continues down this road it may happen, yes.  Can I accept it?  No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I know I must save myself?  I can try.  But as a mother to another child also, I spend alot of time trying to make things up to her for having to send so much of my time dealing with negatives with her brother.  I know I have to try make time for me.  Iknow I have to try seperate myself and let myself heal and trust myself that I know these are his decisions.  These are his demons and I may not be able to fix them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never once expected parent hood to be easy.  You're scared when they take their first steps.  You're scared the first time the fall and get hurt.  But I never expected this.  You should never have to fear for your child's life.  Especially because of decisions they make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-9194703333668863583?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/9194703333668863583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=9194703333668863583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/9194703333668863583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/9194703333668863583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-became-addicted.html' title='I became addicted.'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-5945610183012051194</id><published>2008-08-26T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:00:51.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Baked!!  and BOY was it interesting!!</title><content type='html'>It's shocking!!  But last night I decided I had 6 bananas that were getting bad, so Sky and I pulled out my Mom's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recipe&lt;/span&gt; for Banana Bread and WHAT an experience!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st....I know I had baking powder in my kitchen.  I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I did!!  So when I couldn't find it, I went out to the camper to see if Brent had taken it for any reason for there and it was in the fridge with the cover off!  I'm assuming he was thinking of the baking soda thing for smell, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hellooooo&lt;/span&gt;????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went over to our neighbors to borrow some.  Fine...all mixed up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;....Went to get my bread pans out.  Not there.  So I called Brent at work.  "Oh I used those in the camper 1 time this summer and they fell into the fire." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I remember that last year after the holidays I went to Michael's to stock up on some giveaway gifts and I had found some  mini-ceramic bread pans for 25 cents each.  so I went and pulled out 5 of those and washed them up and used those.  It worked out well, but what a pain!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I had 10 loaves of banana bread done.  My husband came home from work and this morning there are 3 gone!!  Doesn't he know what I went through for those???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should be freaking bronzed!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-5945610183012051194?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/5945610183012051194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=5945610183012051194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/5945610183012051194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/5945610183012051194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-baked-and-boy-was-it-interesting.html' title='I Baked!!  and BOY was it interesting!!'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-2144876738451830542</id><published>2008-07-24T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:46:50.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah!!</title><content type='html'>After I sent out my letters and new catalogs, I have had 3 former hostesses re-book parties!  Plus I have had some people place retail orders of a significant amount.  So things are going well after this letter!  YEAH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-2144876738451830542?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/2144876738451830542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=2144876738451830542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/2144876738451830542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/2144876738451830542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/07/yeah.html' title='yeah!!'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-420495268084359332</id><published>2008-07-22T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T16:39:34.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Catalogs ROCK!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We just got our BRAND SPANKIN NEW Premier Designs Catalogs! There are SSSOOOOO many neat new pieces in there! I can't WAIT to place my first order!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made up a letter to all past hostesses filled with tons of specials and will be sending those tonight along with the new catalogs! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a copy of the letter....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SIZTKWwa7nI/AAAAAAAAAB8/18cqVIpKLtk/s1600-h/blocked+out+info+new+cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225955854982508146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SIZTKWwa7nI/AAAAAAAAAB8/18cqVIpKLtk/s400/blocked+out+info+new+cats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SIZRT0wGvcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qKjUmcmTKYY/s1600-h/new+catalog+letter!.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to see what people think of the new items!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-420495268084359332?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/420495268084359332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=420495268084359332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/420495268084359332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/420495268084359332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-catalogs-rock.html' title='New Catalogs ROCK!!'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SIZTKWwa7nI/AAAAAAAAAB8/18cqVIpKLtk/s72-c/blocked+out+info+new+cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-7925173971931199440</id><published>2008-06-24T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:18:21.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another good party!</title><content type='html'>I am closing a  party today that is going to be a $1000 party again!  I love those parties!  It is so fun to see the hostesses faces when they see all their FREE jewelry!!  I do love my job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-7925173971931199440?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/7925173971931199440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=7925173971931199440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/7925173971931199440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/7925173971931199440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-good-party.html' title='Another good party!'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-2525965458351338083</id><published>2008-06-13T07:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:16:47.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>After Party Letter</title><content type='html'>I've decided to help out the hostesses by sending an after party letter to the guest who couldn't attend a party. Hopefully this will help out with their sales some too! Here is a copy of what is on the letter......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Premier Designs Jewelry&lt;br /&gt;Rochelle Hanson&lt;br /&gt;PO Box xxxxx&lt;br /&gt;Grand Forks, ND 58208&lt;br /&gt;218-xxx-xxxx(cell) 218-xxx-xxxx(home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:romarie@hotmail.com"&gt;romarie@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Customer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t make it to Hostess Name Premier Designs Jewelry Show last DATE. Did you know that Hostess Name received $xxx.00 in FREE JEWELRY just for having a few friends over to play in the Jewelry??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make sure that you had an opportunity to see the catalog, and perhaps pick something for yourself or a gift for someone. We have over 140 items that are priced at $20 and under! I have included a coupon for 10% off your entire order if you purchase more than $50. To receive your copy of our current catalog please contact me so I can get one to you. I know Nannette also has a couple of extra copies. We will plan on closing Nannette’s party on June 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, so please contact one of us before that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems there are always birthdays or people planning ahead for the Holidays. Or more often than not, we treat everyone but ourselves, so why not take advantage of the 10 % coupon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any questions please don’t hesitate to contact me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your time and have a wonderful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rochelle Hanson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;Customer Name&lt;br /&gt;Premier Designs Jewelry Coupon&lt;br /&gt;10 % off retail order of $50.00 or more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-2525965458351338083?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/2525965458351338083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=2525965458351338083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/2525965458351338083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/2525965458351338083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/06/after-party-letter.html' title='After Party Letter'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-3599577810563231564</id><published>2008-06-12T09:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T09:22:52.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woodstock earrings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SFExLwxkvrI/AAAAAAAAABk/O3eV7QOMndI/s1600-h/woodstock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211000321985527474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SFExLwxkvrI/AAAAAAAAABk/O3eV7QOMndI/s320/woodstock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe this is the pair a girl on the MN board was wearing. Sorry for the bluury picture. It was all I could find! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-3599577810563231564?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/3599577810563231564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=3599577810563231564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/3599577810563231564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/3599577810563231564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/06/woodstock-earrings.html' title='Woodstock earrings'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/SFExLwxkvrI/AAAAAAAAABk/O3eV7QOMndI/s72-c/woodstock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-2252164059098557383</id><published>2008-06-12T08:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T08:33:13.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Retailing idea</title><content type='html'>So I was thinking and thinking last night about something fun to do for my party tonight and I had an idea I thought was kinda cool.  I would like to take 5 stacking boxes, and for each item a customer buys at a party, they get to pick out of one box.  For instance, if they buy one item, thy get to pick from the top box, 2 items, they get to pick from the second box, plus the first box, and so on until they get to box 5.  So if they order 5 items, they would receive 5 gifts that they would go home with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ideas for the boxes are pretty simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top box would be a business card with 4 earring backs.  (I know I always give these away due to how easily they are lost!)  It would be the little plastic ones and some regular ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second box would be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;key chain&lt;/span&gt; or a sleeve band.  (I use sleeve bands for the fashion part of my show often)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third box would be a scarf.  These are smaller scarves that I often incorporate into my show also.  In many different colors and rolled up neatly into the box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth box would be a Premier Designs polishing cloth, some jewelry cleaner or some designer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inspired&lt;/span&gt; sunglasses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth box wold be a clutch purse with a  piece of retired jewelry wrapped up inside of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they order more than the 5 pieces, they would be able to pick out of the hostess giveaway basket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all item I can get very inexpensively through a website our company uses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These of course are only idea and can be changed by season.  A pedicure kit now would be neat also, nail files, toe rings, and many many other ideas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know what you think of any of my ideas, I LOVE the feedback!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-2252164059098557383?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/2252164059098557383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=2252164059098557383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/2252164059098557383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/2252164059098557383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-retailing-idea.html' title='New Retailing idea'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-6419456614963470182</id><published>2008-06-12T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T08:22:12.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I spose it's time!</title><content type='html'>I really should start using this again to toss some ideas by people and be able to showcase some of my new pieces. This will now mainly be for my Premier Designs business. If you ever have any questions, feel free to ask!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-6419456614963470182?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6419456614963470182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=6419456614963470182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/6419456614963470182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/6419456614963470182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-spose-its-time.html' title='I spose it&apos;s time!'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-813950508818790321</id><published>2008-02-06T09:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T09:22:07.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some jewelry.....</title><content type='html'>So I have decided to post a few pics of some of the jewelry I sell.  Please keep in mind the pictures do not do these pieces justice at all!  I guess I decided to post some because I am very proud of the product we sell.  And I realized that my posting them didn't have anything to do with wanting to make sales or booking parties.  Most of the people that would see these are quite a ways away from me.  It is basically me showing off some of our product. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the first one.  I LOVE this piece.  It is called Caliente.  It also comes with matching earring and bracelet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/R6nNrhWUkpI/AAAAAAAAABM/3fDpcVXmIw4/s1600-h/caliente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163884595327046290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/R6nNrhWUkpI/AAAAAAAAABM/3fDpcVXmIw4/s320/caliente.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next piece is called Vibe.  My co-worker has this piece and it is soo cute!  I see her wear it with so many different outfits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/R6nNrxWUkqI/AAAAAAAAABU/owLNx_fBwEo/s1600-h/1f2b_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163884599622013602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/R6nNrxWUkqI/AAAAAAAAABU/owLNx_fBwEo/s320/1f2b_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the third one for today is the Unbelievable bracelet.  The whole Unbelievable set is GORGEOUS!  I also have the pendant and the earring and I will have to post those later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/R6nNsRWUkrI/AAAAAAAAABc/AvOT1JlVZnU/s1600-h/1701892797998080_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163884608211948210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="100" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/R6nNsRWUkrI/AAAAAAAAABc/AvOT1JlVZnU/s320/1701892797998080_1.jpg" width="108" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there is a couple to start you out with.  I'll be sure to post more later. &lt;br /&gt;&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/7551955028175768998-813950508818790321?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/813950508818790321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=813950508818790321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/813950508818790321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/813950508818790321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/02/some-jewelry.html' title='Some jewelry.....'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/R6nNrhWUkpI/AAAAAAAAABM/3fDpcVXmIw4/s72-c/caliente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-1876017639204623078</id><published>2008-02-06T09:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T09:05:27.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And it begins</title><content type='html'>Every time my schedule gets really crazy, my insomnia kicks in.  And it SUCKS!  I slept about 2 hours last night because I keep on waking up thinking about all I have to get done in the next 2 weeks.  And now as I would have expected nothing less, my husband decided to try quit smoking.  God Bless the man, I love him to death, but really?  When I'm this stressed and over booked already, why put your crabbiness on me more? Time to go buy the advil pm and sleep with a notebook by the bed again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-1876017639204623078?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/1876017639204623078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=1876017639204623078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/1876017639204623078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/1876017639204623078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-it-begins.html' title='And it begins'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-4105820840449675615</id><published>2008-02-05T10:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T11:04:50.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna be Insane.</title><content type='html'>You might as well call the men with the white coats now, because by next weekend, I will need them!  This is my schedule for the next while....you will see what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Curves 5:30-6:15&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  home to get ready...leave by 7:00&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  work 7:30-5.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Curves 5:15-6&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  work to bring home...approx 3 hours&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  make supper, help Skylar with homework, dishes, all the nornal nightly stuff.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Curves again, home and leave again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Work again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; curves again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; normal nightly stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grocery shop for Skylar's b-day party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; curves, home and leave&lt;br /&gt; work and curves again&lt;br /&gt;Start cooking the sloppy joes for the b-day party and start packing up everything  that will be needed.  Clothes, towels, food, crockpot, gifts, party favors, all of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same until after work. then I have a jewelry party at 6:30.  So set up before that, take down afterwards and eventually make my way home.  Problem there is the hostess is a very good friend and I know we will end up staying for some drinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curves&lt;br /&gt;work till noon&lt;br /&gt;Sky's party from 2-4 plus set up and hotel check in before&lt;br /&gt;then it's an easy ride when kids are gone.  May hot tub with hubby and kids for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky's actual birthday.  Plus we will be helping my bff's son move.  Plus I have to get all taxes stuff ready for Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take sky to school...bring some osrt of treat later, hit Curves at least once....Taxes will be done at 1:00.  Shop for Brent's birthday and plan what we will do for that.  Pick up Sky, hopefully Curves again.  And home! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brent's Birthday!  Curves, work, curves, then out for his b-day for supper I'm sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bill pay day, work, curves, shop for Valentines Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day...curves, work, curves. and whatever we planned for v-day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday and Saturday..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curves and work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;NOTHING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-4105820840449675615?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/4105820840449675615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=4105820840449675615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/4105820840449675615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/4105820840449675615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/02/gonna-be-insane.html' title='Gonna be Insane.'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-27421124445492966</id><published>2008-02-04T10:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T10:27:26.817-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Money Weekend!</title><content type='html'>First thing I have to say is, "Gotta Love 'em!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night, Brent and I went out with another couple and had a good time.  I played blackjack for a little bit.  We have a rule between us that we are allowed to play $10.00 only and if we lose it, we are done.  So I played my $10.00 and walked away 2 hands later with $50.00.  So I made an extra $40.00 that night.  Nice! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday, I played the football pool for the office and won an extra $80.00!  The score stayed the same at the end of the 2nd and 3rd quarter so I won $40.00 each quarter!  I was so excited! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yep, the $120.00 this weekend is all going towards my jewelry business so I can get more samples from the Spring Catalog!  I can't wait to shop for myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-27421124445492966?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/27421124445492966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=27421124445492966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/27421124445492966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/27421124445492966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/02/free-money-weekend.html' title='Free Money Weekend!'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-5176566113042433954</id><published>2008-01-31T09:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T09:57:09.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead body by our home.</title><content type='html'>Before you hear about this, keep in mind we live way out in the country and we have 5 houses in our little neighborhood and nothing else for over a mile in any direction. Almsot 2 miles I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I was driving home last night we see police car light all over the road about 3/4 mile from our house. Almost right by one of the neighbor's home that are slightly off from ours. So when I get inside the house, my neighbor called and said, did you hear what happened? I tell her no since I was at work all day, but saw all the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently some girl went in the ditch sometime Tuesday night and tried to walk through a field to our neighbor's house for help. Our neighbor's son Tanner drove by yesterday morning and saw a car in the ditch but noone was in it, so he called his Dad about the car. So Scott went out to check out the car since it is so unusual in our area. And saw nothing unusual. His son's friend drove by to go to a friends house to pick him up for school and thought he saw some garbage in the field and called Tanner giving him crap about picking up garbage out of his field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the way home, Tanner drove by again and went out to grab whatever it was and he is the one that found the body. So he immediately called 911 and then his Dad. Now police and news teams are all over and they have sent the body to MPLS for an autopsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We find it so odd though that someone would walk across a field for help instead of going to the house right by where they went in the ditch. It was 50 below up here that night. That is&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to cold to make it almost a mile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-5176566113042433954?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/5176566113042433954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=5176566113042433954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/5176566113042433954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/5176566113042433954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/dead-body-by-our-home.html' title='Dead body by our home.'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-4191924797479704396</id><published>2008-01-26T10:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T10:40:38.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of prayer?</title><content type='html'>Everyone always says they will pray for someone when they are sick, down, lonely or almost any other reason.  My Grandma is one of those people.  I completely love her to death.  When I was young, my Mom passed away and Grandma and Grandpa helped raise me.  I spent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of time with them since Dad still worked.  I adore these two more than anyone can imagine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma has always had heart problems.  From the time she was young.  This morning my Grandpa called me to come help with Grandma.  She was feeling very short of breath.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt; of her history, I told him to call the ambulance while I left work to go over there.  When I got there, Grandma was having a very hard time breathing.  One of my aunts just got there also, so she kind of took over since she is a nurse (which was FINE by me!)  So I stayed for a bit and got Grandpa some breakfast since Grandma was worried about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm back at work and trust me, my mind is not on paying some of our rude drivers.  I will head over to make sure Grandpa got lunch and then go up to see Grandma.  I think I will just go back after that and make sure Grandpa gets a good supper too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if Grandma's power of prayer theory works, which I have seen it happen, I would really appreciate any extra going Grandma's way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-4191924797479704396?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/4191924797479704396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=4191924797479704396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/4191924797479704396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/4191924797479704396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/power-of-prayer.html' title='The power of prayer?'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-2450404366782579497</id><published>2008-01-25T14:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:36:19.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To post or not to post.</title><content type='html'>That is the question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me that question is, Do I post pictures of some of the jewelry I sell?  I really want to.  Not to make sales or anything, but to show some of the cool pieces we have and to show how different jewelry combinations can produce different looks for the same outfit.  It can dress one up or dress or dress one down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-2450404366782579497?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/2450404366782579497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=2450404366782579497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/2450404366782579497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/2450404366782579497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-post-or-not-to-post.html' title='To post or not to post.'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-8750943210159477</id><published>2008-01-22T12:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T12:58:09.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like an excited puppy.</title><content type='html'>Do you have any clue at all how long it has been for a good haircut for me?  Well guess what?!  I finally get one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; with the girl I love!!  I am honestly so ready for this and so ready for a change, I may just chop it all off.  I still haven't decided.  I guess I'll have to wait and decide what to do and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; everyone!  (please note it takes forever for my hair to grow so if I would chop it all it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; be major!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-8750943210159477?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/8750943210159477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=8750943210159477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/8750943210159477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/8750943210159477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-feel-like-excited-puppy.html' title='I feel like an excited puppy.'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-3591829669394000485</id><published>2008-01-22T09:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T09:38:16.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>miss the Nd girls.</title><content type='html'>So I must admit, I am in the dumps today.  I miss some of the ND girls.  I have a problem that I know they could help me with, but I guess I have to try figure it out myself.  I have seen some very helpful articles for the expecting and new mommies and don't feel I can share them.  I worried about one who had a very rough weekend, but I don't want to be the "drama lama" by posting for her.  So I guess I'm just a little sad today.  Oh well, I guess life goes on.  I'll call my best friend and talk to her about it.  She knows the situation too, so maybe she can help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-3591829669394000485?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/3591829669394000485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=3591829669394000485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/3591829669394000485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/3591829669394000485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/miss-nd-girls.html' title='miss the Nd girls.'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-5522456881043708568</id><published>2008-01-21T08:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T08:07:37.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life Goals</title><content type='html'>So after this weekend at home, I have now decided I have 2 new life goals.  They are simple goals.  Or so you would think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is to be able to put ice in my water mug &lt;strong&gt;without&lt;/strong&gt; dropping at least 1 cube on the floor.  It may seem simple, but for some reason it's way beyond my levels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second is to be able to watch Extreme Home Makeover &lt;strong&gt;without&lt;/strong&gt; crying!  Just once.  I'll be happy with once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-5522456881043708568?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/5522456881043708568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=5522456881043708568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/5522456881043708568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/5522456881043708568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-life-goals.html' title='New Life Goals'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-4267985044420451468</id><published>2008-01-18T13:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T13:23:56.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so happy</title><content type='html'>Over lunch hour I decided I was sick of freezing my assets off.  So I ran over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart and bought myself a new space heater.  Now this thing is high-tech dude!!  It oscillates, it has a timer, it has a thermometer, and best of all.....it has heat!!!   I'm so happy.  I'm warm again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-4267985044420451468?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/4267985044420451468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=4267985044420451468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/4267985044420451468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/4267985044420451468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-so-happy.html' title='I&apos;m so happy'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-416663560029924522</id><published>2008-01-18T08:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T08:19:58.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good party again last night!</title><content type='html'>For the girl that didn't think she would even have $100 in sales, she ended up with over a $500 party!  It did help that we set it up during the day!  We had 2 drivers buy for their wives for Valentines Day which was great for her!!  Plus I got 3 new bookings so that worked out well for me also!  Yeah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-416663560029924522?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/416663560029924522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=416663560029924522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/416663560029924522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/416663560029924522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-party-again-last-night.html' title='Good party again last night!'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-8627621811178809554</id><published>2008-01-18T08:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T08:17:31.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sick joke?</title><content type='html'>I am seriously starting to wonder if living in North Dakota brings out the sadistic side in me or if God is trying to play some sick joke on us.  I understand it is colder here than most places.  Truly I do.  That's why I love me some Bahama Beaches!!  But 11 below zero with a &lt;strong&gt;33 below zero  &lt;/strong&gt;wind chill is just simply WRONG!  I don't think I would complain as loudly if I didn't have to be outside, but with 2 jobs, it's just not an option.  unfortunately.  I know I always have the option to move, but I like my little rural area.  I have privacy when I want it, I have tons of family around and I get along with them, (they don't live&lt;em&gt; too&lt;/em&gt; close), and since I am a big outdoors person, I love the open spaces and seeing the stars at night.  It's just in winter, I prefer to see the stars from in my living room by the fire with a blanket around me.  (maybe I'll buy the stars that you can stick on your walls and ceiling.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-8627621811178809554?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/8627621811178809554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=8627621811178809554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/8627621811178809554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/8627621811178809554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/sick-joke.html' title='A Sick joke?'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-8449600810724526210</id><published>2008-01-17T11:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T11:19:23.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is too funny!</title><content type='html'>Pete from our Fargo office called me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;do a&lt;/span&gt; credit check on a company called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Underwire&lt;/span&gt; Services.  No problem, excellent credit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he tells me he will fax the contract for me to take care of and when I say the cover page, I about died laughing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture if you will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Underwire&lt;/span&gt; Services in large letters across the top of the page.  With a very well endowed woman on top of the words.  Their motto printed on top her her, "Point to Point Transportation Support"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed that to our owner and tried to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;him to&lt;/span&gt; change our company name so we could do this, but he wouldn't go for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hhhmmmm&lt;/span&gt;...wonder why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-8449600810724526210?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/8449600810724526210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=8449600810724526210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/8449600810724526210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/8449600810724526210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-too-funny.html' title='This is too funny!'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-284148626874965668</id><published>2008-01-16T13:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T13:58:36.844-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky I still have a house!</title><content type='html'>Brent has recently taken on the job of helping at his job more.  On top of doing all the deliveries, he is now doing sales on the floor also.  So after being at work from 10 am until 9 pm last night, he got home while I was already in bed.  I guess he decided he was hungry so he cooked up a pan of ramen noodles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I woke up and went into the kitchen, the stove was STILL ON!!  Tell me I didn't panick and start the Thank You prayers to God for not letting our house burn down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-284148626874965668?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/284148626874965668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=284148626874965668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/284148626874965668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/284148626874965668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/lucky-i-still-have-house.html' title='Lucky I still have a house!'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-106306912877586631</id><published>2008-01-16T08:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T08:15:59.655-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crap!</title><content type='html'>I didn't realize how much I could actually get done at work since I'm not on the internet all day anymore!  Now I "might" be worth my pay!  Day gets a little slower, but oh well.  Keeps it interesting and now I'm actually updating my blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-106306912877586631?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/106306912877586631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=106306912877586631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/106306912877586631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/106306912877586631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/holy-crap.html' title='Holy Crap!'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-4513560020857607561</id><published>2008-01-15T15:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T15:17:44.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud realtick!</title><content type='html'>This girl is a realtive from Norway who moved here to go to a vocal college in Texas in 2001.  She has got an amazing voice and I just ordered her CD.  She is soo good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out her website!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hildegunngjedrem.com/live/"&gt;http://www.hildegunngjedrem.com/live/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-4513560020857607561?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/4513560020857607561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=4513560020857607561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/4513560020857607561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/4513560020857607561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/proud-realtick.html' title='Proud realtick!'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-5231435891188438231</id><published>2008-01-15T11:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T11:29:03.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being polite doesn't pay</title><content type='html'>I just got a call from our Michigan office requesting a credit check on a company out of Florida.  So I pull them up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Compunet&lt;/span&gt; and they haven't been in business for a year, so I tell Todd that it's a no unless they agree on a COD load.  We have a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;strict&lt;/span&gt; company policy that we won't deal with new brokers under 1 year old due to failure rates in new companies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So almost right afterwards I get a call from a  girl from that company and this is how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her:  is this Rochelle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me...yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her...My name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;XXXXX&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;XXXXX&lt;/span&gt; company and I need your fax number so I can fax you some references. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me...you're more than welcome to do that, but the reason I denied isn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of bad credit, it's because you haven't been in business for a year yet.  (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;so then&lt;/span&gt; I explain our 1 year policy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her.....hold on....(puts me on hold)  Rochelle? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me...yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her...our company has been in business for over a year and our parent company has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;been in&lt;/span&gt; business for over 20. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me...according to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Compunet&lt;/span&gt;, you received your brokerage authority Feb of 07.  Is that correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her....hold on......Rochelle, our manager would like to talk to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; credit manager there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me....that's me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this took a few minutes to establish!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her....here....hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a guy comes on the phone....Rochelle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him...our parent company has been in business for over 20 years, and i can send you refs about our brokerage division. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me...I politely explained about our 1 year policy again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him...doesn't our parent company mean anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me...sir, until 2 minutes ago, I hadn't heard about a parent company, what's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mc&lt;/span&gt; number and I would be glad to look it up and see if it will change my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him....blurts out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mc&lt;/span&gt; number and of course you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt;' heard about the parent company!  You won't listen to anything we have to say for fucks sake! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me....sir, please don't talk to me in that manner or I will deny a load automatically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him....(screaming into the phone) but you're being nothing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;but a&lt;/span&gt; bullheaded fucking bitch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click....that ended that conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being very polite!!  Even my boss who sits next to me said I was polite!  Asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-5231435891188438231?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/5231435891188438231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=5231435891188438231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/5231435891188438231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/5231435891188438231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/being-polite-doesnt-pay.html' title='Being polite doesn&apos;t pay'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-2982672213927028670</id><published>2008-01-15T10:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T10:57:55.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of Ways</title><content type='html'>I have a girl who is having a jewelry party on Thursday and I am trying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; think of ways to help her sales.  She hasn't been able to invite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of people due to the fact that lots that she knew were friends with her husband also.  They are now getting divorced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I know I have a few pieces to order for family that told me over Christmas to add &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;to a&lt;/span&gt;  party that isn't as high, so I know I will add about 150 to her order.  I am also thinking of setting up early in the day and leaving it up all day for dispatchers or drivers that may want for Valentines Day.  That may give her a little extra also.  I have cleared it with her to invite just a couple of my friends that she knows also and she was all for that, but what else can I do.  I want it to be a successful party for both of us!!  But to me, it's more important SHE gets a ton of free jewelry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-2982672213927028670?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/2982672213927028670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=2982672213927028670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/2982672213927028670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/2982672213927028670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/thinking-of-ways.html' title='Thinking of Ways'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-7358103120580084325</id><published>2008-01-15T09:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T09:45:18.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Assuming always makes you look like an Ass.</title><content type='html'>I guess that was my main problem yesterday.  All over something stupid and with some one I though was a great person.  Little did I realize all the lies and talking behind my back that was going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Christmas season!  LOVE it!  But this year we had so many insane things happen.  I lost an uncle, I ended up int he hospital for unexplained &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;headaces&lt;/span&gt;, bad enough where they did an MRI, and numerous other issues.  Including major ones like all the problems with my son and issues with my ex-in-laws, and my marriage.  I truly couldn't wait for the end of the Christmas season this year!   Which is another thing I hated about myself.  We have always kept my tree up until after my birthday, it was such a horrible year this year, I couldn't wait to take everything down and forget this season ever happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I try to busy myself with a public message board, spilled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; about myself and my problems, and got some wonderful support from some people.  Others figured I was lying about all that happened to me, good or bad.  I am the first to say I was a major downer this year and I honestly figured people were sick of me and my problems.  Hell, I was sick of me and my problems.  But I decided to try keep upbeat and busy.  So I got involved in a Secret Santa exchange.  I received a wonderful gift and so did my husband!  The girl that was to receive mine I found out almost immediately was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to be sent late.  The homemade wine that I was going to and had my heart set on sending wasn't done for that batch yet, so I made sure to reserve a bottle and got her a couple of other nice things.  So the 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; comes around and I got the bottle of wine finally.  So I get everything all boxed up and ready to send.  Gave it to my husband because of jewelry parties and everything I had going on.  He was to get it send through the post office.  So I find out AFTER Christmas and after the hospital that it never got sent!  Tell me I didn't feel horrible for this poor girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I e-mail her and tell her what happened.  Telling her I felt so bad, I will be getting an extra gift to send to her as an apology.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt; I did truly feel bad.  She is a sweet girl and there is no reason my husband shouldn't have sent it.  Hell, I guess I learned I can't trust him on even more things.  So I bring it over to Fed Ex to send.  That wasn't until the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; due to their hours and my being not around.  So yep...the package that should have been sent on the 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; or so, didn't get sent until the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  But at least I got it done FINALLY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of January I get an e-mail from her that she still hadn't received it.  WHAT??  So they were already closed for the day, but I would get on it Friday!  Well, Friday I got sick as hell with the headaches again so badly I was throwing up and could barely move.  Saturday and Sunday they were closed.  So Monday, I call there with the previous tracking number and try to find out what is going on.  It took them over an hour to even find the package.  Talk about pissed!  So I write this girl an e-mail explaining what I found out and how sorry I was!!  I told her that I would make sure she received it by Wednesday or Thursday.  So after work I went in to fight with FedEx and they refused &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;express&lt;/span&gt; shipping, but would gladly refund my ground shipping and she would have it by next Tuesday.   That wasn't good enough for me after all that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; with this fucking package for this poor girl!  I told her Wed or Thurs, so I had to punch out $60.00 to make sure that's when she got it.  It's the least I could do after everything that happened.  Plus, her extra gift went to the post office yesterday morning also so I hope she receives my little "apology" gift and doesn't hate me too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then I went to the message board yesterday before parts of this happened.  Only to find out that one girl brought something to the board that should have been kept between 3 people.  Very immature in my opinion, but whatever.  I am older than most of them there.  So I try to e-mail those girls telling them how sorry I was, and they don't even have enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;courtesy&lt;/span&gt; to respond to an e-mail.  I know that gift was late, but lets see.....the $20.00 gift ended up costing me almost $125.00.  She is getting 2 gifts instead and all I'm getting is a  shitload of disrespect.  That's fine.  Everyone is different, but when they won't even accept my apology, I guess I've done all I can and the ball is in their court. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lesson for today is....don't assume &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; when it isn't.  I learned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; about friendships (or lack of them) yesterday, I learned that people will stab you whenever they can, I also learned that people just aren't interested in both sides of a story.  They prefer to jump.   The most important thing I learned is that I got too involved in some friendships and got my heart stomped on by people I truly cared about.  Lesson learned....don't give of yourself when people will only take it away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-7358103120580084325?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/7358103120580084325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=7358103120580084325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/7358103120580084325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/7358103120580084325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/assuming-always-makes-you-look-like-ass.html' title='Assuming always makes you look like an Ass.'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-4487369276419043144</id><published>2008-01-14T09:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T09:26:54.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Excellent jewelry party!!</title><content type='html'>Last night my Mom had her jewelry party for me.  She had a wonderful turn out and we had so much fun.  Some people came from my home town I haven't seen for years and it was wonderful to see them again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the good part!  She had over 800 in sales plus her extra credits so she got $477 in FREE JEWELRY!!  She was so amazed and Dad started harassing her that he will have to call their contractor and add a whole room just for her jewelry to her house.  Then Dad saw that my pay for that party was around $100 an hour and he was pretty shocked.  So then he mumbled something about how I will have to pay for mom's new room! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the party we chilled out and I took my kids for pizza.  We had a good time, laughed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;, picked on Paul for crying during the Fox and the Hound and all was good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-4487369276419043144?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/4487369276419043144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=4487369276419043144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/4487369276419043144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/4487369276419043144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/excellent-jewelry-party.html' title='Excellent jewelry party!!'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-8839016060254582728</id><published>2008-01-14T09:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T09:21:48.575-06:00</updated><title type='text'>yummy supper!!</title><content type='html'>Laura and I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; on Friday night and we figured we better feed the kids.  So we went through her cupboards and threw stuff together and came up with an AMAZING &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recipe&lt;/span&gt;!!  So measurements &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; not be exact, but I know approximately what we did.  If anyone would have further questions feel free to contact me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called it Angel Hair Pasta Crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we took some chicken and fried it up and diced it into smaller pieces.  Then we took some baby carrots and sliced them the long way into "julienne " type strips. That was about a cup or maybe a little more.   And when the chicken was finished cooking we added the carrots and some garlic.  The garlic was maybe about a TBSP.  Then we saw she had a bag of chopped broccoli so we threw that in.  And cooked it all together for a few minutes and added a can of chicken broth, some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thyme&lt;/span&gt; and a little basil.  It smelled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; good!  So we decided mixing it with angel hair would be good, so we cooked up a box of that and added the chicken and carrots mixture to the pasta and mixed it all up well.  It was good, but needed something else, so we added some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Parmesan&lt;/span&gt; cheese.  That is what made it ROCK!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids LOVED it and so  did we!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-8839016060254582728?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/8839016060254582728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=8839016060254582728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/8839016060254582728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/8839016060254582728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/yummy-supper.html' title='yummy supper!!'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-6023983835196982677</id><published>2008-01-14T09:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T09:14:00.985-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm one of "those" bloggers</title><content type='html'>Yep, I was in denial for a while.  I finally figured out I am one of "those" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;.  You know the kind.  I don't update the blogs for a week or more at a time, but then suddenly I will have 5 updates at a time in one day.  Which is today's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;explanation&lt;/span&gt;.  So, above me will be a bunch of new posts.  Have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-6023983835196982677?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6023983835196982677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=6023983835196982677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/6023983835196982677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/6023983835196982677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-one-of-those-bloggers.html' title='I&apos;m one of &quot;those&quot; bloggers'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-7840101019409247840</id><published>2008-01-08T07:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:52:58.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Had a great birthday!</title><content type='html'>My Grandma is the best! She called me up yesterday morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;invite me to lunch and I jumped on that offer! So she made me pork chops, mashed potatoes, cooked carrots (my favorite), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lefse&lt;/span&gt; and angel food cake with whipped cream and strawberries for dessert! It was so nice to relax, go over there and just do nothing but spend time for a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided to go over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JCPennys&lt;/span&gt; and do a little shopping. I got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; comfy set of flannel sheet and some good pillows finally. If anyone has never tried them, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sealy&lt;/span&gt; pillows in the medium firmness ROCKS!!! I slept better last night than I have in months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kohls&lt;/span&gt; and found the coolest bedding set! I love it and the colors are what I wanted to paint our room in anyway, so how can you pass it up? Here's a pictures of it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153111739128026978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/R4OH0wqfF2I/AAAAAAAAABE/-PULBNWDhxo/s320/bedding+set.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I stopped at the library to waste a little time and off I went to get Skylar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we got home, Sky ran in the house first and came running &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;out giggling&lt;/span&gt; and ran back in. I just though she was being the silly 9 year old that she is. But when I walked in the house, I saw why. On my kitchen counter was a huge vase with 37 white and red roses. Then he walked me to the bathroom and he had a bathtub all set up with rose petals floating in it, told me to take my time, but we had a supper reservation at 7. This was at 3:15. Plenty of time!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So then he takes Sky and I to supper at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Paradiso&lt;/span&gt;, which is my favorite Mexican restaurant in town. We get to our table and there was my parents, his uncle, a couple of my aunts and tons of our friends. We had such a good time! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Along with everything from yesterday, he got me a water cooler for the camper last week and a popcorn popper for over a fire! I LOVE popcorn so that was great!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/7551955028175768998-7840101019409247840?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/7840101019409247840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=7840101019409247840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/7840101019409247840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/7840101019409247840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/had-great-birthday.html' title='Had a great birthday!'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/R4OH0wqfF2I/AAAAAAAAABE/-PULBNWDhxo/s72-c/bedding+set.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-1016933844797849851</id><published>2008-01-03T08:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T08:38:03.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Early birthday gift.</title><content type='html'>I love my husband. I truly do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night when I got home from Curves he was so excited to give me my birthday gift, he couldn't even wait until Monday for my actual Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now keep in mind we do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt; of camping in the summer. We are talking about every other weekend if not more. But the difference this year is that it is our first year with a camper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, he dragged me out to the camper with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; excuse about how he doesn't know how to measure for the new curtains, so mumbling and grumbling, along I went. So we get in the camper and on the counter is a brand new water cooler! Like the one is our house, but smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he knows how much water I drink and that he thought I would like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that?!?!?! how about LOVE THAT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the kind that will do hot water or cold with the big bottle on top. I hope you know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that was the best gift he has ever gotten me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-1016933844797849851?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/1016933844797849851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=1016933844797849851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/1016933844797849851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/1016933844797849851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/early-birthday-gift.html' title='Early birthday gift.'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-7153336429783098367</id><published>2008-01-03T08:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T08:36:07.082-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Skittles</title><content type='html'>Ever had one of those days that by 7 am you just know you should call it a day and go back to bed? That's mine today. Which would be all fine and dandy, but when you have kids and 2 jobs and everything, unfortunately we just need to suck it up and deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where my problem comes in. My way of dealing with it is eating. And today before I left the house, I did grab a bag of carrots to leave at my desk. Which was gone by noon. So my husband who was trying to be sweet knew what a bad day I was having, so he brought me a beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bouquet&lt;/span&gt; of flowers and a larger bag of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wildberry&lt;/span&gt; Skittle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless his heart, he meant well, but that didn't help. That was gone by 3. All of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I feel horrible for doing that? oh yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I know that now I have to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;, go home make supper, check homework, and be able to make a trip back into town to hit Curves again so I don't feel quite as bad? yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because of a bag of Skittles, I get a second workout. I should do about 5 rotations after that, but with my back today, I'll settle with 2 or 3 and do an extra one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Skittles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-7153336429783098367?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/7153336429783098367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=7153336429783098367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/7153336429783098367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/7153336429783098367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/damn-skittles.html' title='Damn Skittles'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-4777134666598657389</id><published>2007-10-31T07:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T08:01:53.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So many emotions</title><content type='html'>First of all...Joel.  We don't think it's hit his daughter yet.  She seems to be the one taking care of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fiancee&lt;/span&gt;.  I just hope Heather is there for her when she does need it too.  It's awful for everyone.  They still have no suspects.  I guess they have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of leads as to who the costumed people were.  So hopefully those people in the costumes can answer some questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second of all...Brent.   He did come in to the room to apologize to me last night.  I just am not willing to accept it yet though.  What he said and what he did was too awful.  And it continuously happens.  I can't help but feel the awful things really are how he feels about me.  Either that or I just simply married an awful person.  And then I have to think, do I really want to be married to someone that vindictive?  Someone who will say anything to anyone just to hurt them so he feels better about himself?  I can't do that.  I am the total opposite.  If I'm upset about something, I turn it around on how it's most likely my fault.  Don't get me wrong, I don't take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of self guilt, but I don't like making others feel bad about themselves.  And I will do all I can to avoid that for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third....Paul.  I got  a Halloween package sent out to him so I'm sure he will be happy soon.  I sent  another snowboarding magazine, some stamps, some treats, a Get Fuzzy book, some pictures and a few other little things.  He LOVES the get fuzzy cartoon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth....Skylar.  I gave her her Halloween gift this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt; too.  Plus we did pumpkins last night, got a costume for her finally, (she is going to be a little Army girl).  Plus we started our traditional chili for tonight last night too, so she helped me get all of that ready.  She just LOVES cooking.  I wish we lived some where closer to a place that would to kids cooking classes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-4777134666598657389?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/4777134666598657389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=4777134666598657389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/4777134666598657389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/4777134666598657389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-many-emotions.html' title='So many emotions'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-5086475145276591360</id><published>2007-10-30T07:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T08:04:45.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It shouldn't be this hard.</title><content type='html'>Life that is.  It really shouldn't be this hard.  I firmly believe that God won't give me more than I can handle, but He is severely testing my limits.  It's pretty bad when I can't even type this far without crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issue Number One:  This past Saturday night a very close friend of our was killed in a fucking bar fight of all things!  He got a phone call, so he went outside to answer it and got jumped by 4 guys.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;No one&lt;/span&gt; is in custody yet.  With it being Halloween, they were all in costumes.  What I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; understand is how the hell can at least 1 of the 4 guys not say, hey maybe he's had enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issue Number Two:  Can you even start to imagine how hard it is dealing with a son who firmly believes he was put in placement "just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt;".  How can he heal and go on with his life if he doesn't even see he did anything wrong.  I also fully believe that education is vital to your future.  Well, guess what, he wants to drop out and get his GED.  And he is in one of his frames of mind that I simply can't talk him out of it and if I tell him I'm not going to support his decision, he starts a full fledged fight with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issue Number Three:  I honestly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think I will make it to my one year anniversary.  My husband doesn't believe in communication at all, he doesn't sleep with me at all.  I found out last night it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I'm too fat.  Not too nicely either.  Obviously when he won't sleep with me, I have NO sex life.  I am expected to do all the cooking, cleaning, kids homework, laundry, everything.  I feel like fucking June Cleaver.  And he came in to me last night telling me that I was "hiding" financial stuff from him.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;...I balance the checkbook when the statements come and put them away in the BIG 3 ring binder labeled...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BREMER&lt;/span&gt; BANK.  It stay on the shelf by my desk.  I guess I didn't see that one.   He also told me that everything that has happened bad is all my fault.  And then he proceeded to tell me that I never support him in his decisions.  Maybe now would be a good time to mention that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;' believe a camper is the most important thing right now, but I just punched out $1000.00 last night so he could get one he liked.   He is a total alcoholic!  He was so drunk talking to me last night he could hardly stand straight.  And that, unfortunately is pretty typical.  He actually told me he wants out of the marriage last night.  It's been 4 fucking months!  But I guess if that's how he feels, I'll let him.  Know why?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt; I can't stand feeling like I'm nobody anymore.  I have felt so worthless because of the way he treats me lately that it's not worth it for me anymore.  I need to feel loved and attractive and care for and....well the list could go on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-5086475145276591360?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/5086475145276591360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=5086475145276591360' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/5086475145276591360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/5086475145276591360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-shouldnt-be-this-hard.html' title='It shouldn&apos;t be this hard.'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-1904250857081513064</id><published>2007-10-23T10:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T10:44:58.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beet Beat Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/Rx4WVGuZ7NI/AAAAAAAAAA0/z2WiUpNMvlw/s1600-h/DSC01302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124557977832516818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/Rx4WVGuZ7NI/AAAAAAAAAA0/z2WiUpNMvlw/s320/DSC01302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/Rx4WWGuZ7OI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZkiQMhbpqmk/s1600-h/DSC01296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124557995012386018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/Rx4WWGuZ7OI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZkiQMhbpqmk/s320/DSC01296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday night, Brent, Jason, Ericka and I all ventured over to Crookston for the Beet Beat Party. We had such a fun time! For those that don't know, the Beet Beat is a radio station that only plays from midnight through 6 am. They play some kick ass music and also have some pretty good jokes and funny songs. Brent's favorite is "Don't look now, Momma's got her tits hanging out". They are some pretty funny songs! But anyway, we were all up dancing and had a great time! Little too good from the way I felt the next morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first picture is Brent and Jason dancing.  I thought this one was too funny!  It looked like Jason was trying to kiss Brent!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second was is just us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-1904250857081513064?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/1904250857081513064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=1904250857081513064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/1904250857081513064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/1904250857081513064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2007/10/beet-beat-party.html' title='The Beet Beat Party'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/Rx4WVGuZ7NI/AAAAAAAAAA0/z2WiUpNMvlw/s72-c/DSC01302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-6320229305569416214</id><published>2007-10-23T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T10:36:03.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's Hall of Fame ceremony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/Rx4UwGuZ7MI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eWatxaDaKPE/s1600-h/DSC01258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124556242665729218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/Rx4UwGuZ7MI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eWatxaDaKPE/s320/DSC01258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ceremony for Dad's Hall of Fame thing was great!! We all had such a good time! Dad's speech was funny, but very reflective. A few inside family jokes were we all ended up looking like we belonged in a loony bin. But it was a good time. The football game was a ton of fun, but we got beat horribly! My brother, sister, and a bunch of other family and friends all went out to supper at Pizza Shop and had a great time!! It was so wonderful catching up with everyone! And BTW, if you are ever in Mayville, ND....go to the Pizza Shop!! They have the best pizza ANYWHERE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-6320229305569416214?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6320229305569416214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=6320229305569416214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/6320229305569416214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/6320229305569416214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2007/10/dads-hall-of-fame-ceremony.html' title='Dad&apos;s Hall of Fame ceremony'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/Rx4UwGuZ7MI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eWatxaDaKPE/s72-c/DSC01258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-6706001494712411196</id><published>2007-10-12T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T09:45:15.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward to the weekend!</title><content type='html'>I didn't do many updates this week and I'm sorry about that.  Shoulder still wasn't feeling the best.  Still not today but better than it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a fun weekend.  My brother and sister will both be home for my Dad's retirement party and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hall&lt;/span&gt; of Fame induction.  This will be the first time since the wedding I have seen my sister.  And of course, I was so busy at the wedding, it was hard to spend time with them for a length of time.  My uncle and tow of my cousins will be around too so it will be a fun family filled weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do we even want to know how excited I am to start selling Premier Designs jewelry?!  I have a meeting Sunday and Monday for it and then I am a go to have parties!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best news of the day????  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have Starbucks!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-6706001494712411196?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6706001494712411196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=6706001494712411196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/6706001494712411196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/6706001494712411196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2007/10/looking-forward-to-weekend.html' title='Looking forward to the weekend!'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-1983580516929368743</id><published>2007-10-09T07:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T08:03:29.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May take all day</title><content type='html'>Yep, it really may take all day to type this post.  Doing everything one handed.  All the shoulder pain from last week was for a reason.  I was in so much pain yesterday that I finally went to urgent care.  We found out I have a hairline fracture in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;clavicle&lt;/span&gt; bone in my shoulder.  I got put in a sling, told to alternate heat and cold, continue taking my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Advil&lt;/span&gt; and they also put me on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;percasit&lt;/span&gt;  (sp?) for at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I also add how much this sucks.  I am way to busy this week to get slowed down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-1983580516929368743?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/1983580516929368743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=1983580516929368743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/1983580516929368743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/1983580516929368743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2007/10/may-take-all-day.html' title='May take all day'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-7337599851162053135</id><published>2007-10-08T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T09:27:29.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So sick of my car!!</title><content type='html'>Skylar and I went to Bismarck on Saturday afternoon to stay with my brother.  It's a 4 hour drive.  Not too bad.  We took her to Space Aliens for supper (which she LOVED!) and she had a great time playing all the games.  Then we went back to Mark's place and I spend the night talking to his girlfriend Oksana and her daughter Rita.  They are from Russia and just got back from being gone all summer to visit.  They showed me some amazing pictures!!  Beautiful pictures of the Kremlin and all the flowers in Kazakhstan were absolutely gorgeous!!  And speaking of gorgeous,  my brother needs to lock Rita up!  She is 13 and down right gorgeous!!  He's  just simply gonna have to get good locks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we drove another hour and a half to see Paul.  We got to visit from 9-1.  It went really well, except of course he thinks he didn't do anything to deserve it.  But all in all it was a good visit.  We got to go see the horses with Sky, eat lunch there and we played a game of Scrabble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to Mark's and him and Oksana made us lunch before we left.  Mark made up some scalloped potatoes and Oksana made us (ok, 'probly gonna kill this word)  chibriaki.  It's like a Russian hotpocket.  They were soooo good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mark got a ride to Carrington where he bought a new car and we got to head home.  We pulled in about 9:30 last night and it was sooo good to be home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-7337599851162053135?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/7337599851162053135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=7337599851162053135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/7337599851162053135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/7337599851162053135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-sick-of-my-car.html' title='So sick of my car!!'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-7013497866551365385</id><published>2007-10-06T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T08:54:44.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you ever just wonder?</title><content type='html'>Now I have known since I was young that my brother basically just a nut and my sister was the same.  I am the only normal one in the family. (just don't tell them I said that!  they may argue and provide examples)  I have always attributed it to the fact that I was adopted and it just ran in that bloodline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my daughter had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;homework&lt;/span&gt; project for school.  They read the book Flat Stanley and made a flat version of themselves.  They were then to send the Flat Skylar to the person the requested.  We decided to send it to my sister in San Francisco.  I just read her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; page and am now questioning our decision.  Words cannot even describe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;October 2, 2007 - Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flat Skylar Current mood: sick &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got a letter from my niece yesterday about a book she's reading at school.  It's about a little boy who's flat so he can travel all over the place.  Along with the letter, my niece had made a cutout of herself that she drew on – this is Flat Skylar – and according to her letter, I'm supposed to take her with me everywhere I go this week and then write her a letter about all of the places Flat Skylar has been.  She gets to read the letter out loud to her class.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Skylarbunny&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Today the flat version of you came along with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Doogie&lt;/span&gt; and I on a walk down to the pier.  On the way back, I thought I saw a cat near the sidewalk behind a fence, but it turned out to be a skunk and I was only 3 feet away from it.  I was on the phone with your Grandma while this was happening.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I freaked out when I realized it was a skunk and quickly walked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Doogie&lt;/span&gt; the other way.  I was saying "Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ" in a panic over the phone to your Grandma.  Thank you Jesus Christ for listening to my little prayer of sorts and for getting me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Doogie&lt;/span&gt; away from the skunk without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Doogie&lt;/span&gt; barking at it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I took your brother to a KISS concert on his 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday, so I thought, why not bring flat Skylar to karaoke.  You got to see me sing Talk Dirty to Me, Round &amp;amp; Round, and Rock You Like a Hurricane.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You also got to watch me drink way too many beers.  Flat Skylar should have reminded me that I should only drink Guinness because the light beers go down like water.  Oh wait -  before the beers you watched me have a big glass of wine before I left home. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had to show my friends who were visiting a good time on their last night here.  So I had to have way too much of a good time myself!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You watched me send &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;TUIs&lt;/span&gt; to almost every friend in my list of contacts on my cellphone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then I tried to pretend I was Flat Katie, because when I got home I collapsed on my bed, flat on my face and dropped my cell phone on the floor and woke up this morning with my jacket still on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lots of Love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Auntie Katie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story, always question your judgement when requesting the help of Aunts and Uncles for a child's homework project.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-7013497866551365385?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/7013497866551365385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=7013497866551365385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/7013497866551365385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/7013497866551365385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2007/10/do-you-ever-just-wonder.html' title='Do you ever just wonder?'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-5856996126817686319</id><published>2007-10-06T08:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T08:45:41.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week!</title><content type='html'>What a crappy week.  Sick all week, injured pretty significantly, and just overwhelmed with all I still have to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is I am finally catching up!  Between Thursday and Friday, my house is actually starting to like like one again.  I don't worry about the phone calls from child welfare anymore about and unsafe home.  In the middle of being sick we also decided to work on our mountains of blankets, so piles of blankets ALL over the house!  But finally they are all packed away, given to Salvation Army and the battered women's and children's shelter in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GF&lt;/span&gt;.  And I feel so good that it's all done!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skylar and I are going to see my son this weekend over in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mandan&lt;/span&gt;.  So we are excited to go!  We will be staying at my brother's in Bismarck for the weekend and he can't wait to see his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt;.  He hasn't seen her since the wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even though I haven't posted in a while, you didn't miss much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-5856996126817686319?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/5856996126817686319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=5856996126817686319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/5856996126817686319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/5856996126817686319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-week.html' title='What a week!'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-6251422153210708680</id><published>2007-09-25T07:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:50:32.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend update</title><content type='html'>Nothing too fun this weekend.  On Friday night I went to the neighbor's house.  We went out on the four wheelers and drank for a while after that.  I did get thrown from it when Brent was driving, and ankle hurts a little, but it's nothing serious.  I even still went for a half mile walk yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was football day of course.  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vikes&lt;/span&gt; lost.  But that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I made a homemade vegetable beef soup in the crock pot so for supper it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soooooooo&lt;/span&gt; good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made a new weight watchers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;recipe&lt;/span&gt;.  This stuff is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; good that you would never guess it is weight watchers!  Try it sometime! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taffy Apple Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 apples (diced)&lt;br /&gt;1 can crushed pineapple&lt;br /&gt;1 box fat free-sugar free butterscotch pudding&lt;br /&gt;1 container fat free cool whip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the pineapple (juice and all) in the bowl first, then added the apples as I cut them.  (that way they didn't brown)  Then I added the pudding mix to the cool whip and folded that into the apples and pineapple.  Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;refrigerate&lt;/span&gt; for 2 hours and enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-6251422153210708680?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6251422153210708680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=6251422153210708680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/6251422153210708680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/6251422153210708680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2007/09/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend update'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-1720038489116833869</id><published>2007-09-21T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T07:50:05.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet update....</title><content type='html'>Yep.  1 pound.  That's what I gained this week.  Although I didn't lose hope since my monthly enemy was here this week.  So this morning when I got out of bed, I decided to get on my scale and see how bad it is, now that most of the bloat was gone.  I was so shocked when I saw my scale!  I was actually down 4 pounds from where I weighed myself last Wednesday on my WW Weigh in Day....otherwise known as D-Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been going for my walks, eating mostly good, and trying to stay as active as I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm much more optimistic than I was 2 days ago!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-1720038489116833869?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/1720038489116833869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=1720038489116833869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/1720038489116833869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/1720038489116833869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2007/09/diet-update.html' title='Diet update....'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-7392695937704920555</id><published>2007-09-19T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T15:08:04.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adult toy party!</title><content type='html'>On Friday night, my wonderful husband calls me up to say, "I've got someone watching Skylar.  How do you feel about meeting me for supper and a drink or two?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounded great!  So we met at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bonzers&lt;/span&gt; which is a GREAT sandwich pub in town.  We were somehow discussing Mary starting the Tastefully Simple and he mentions how it would be great for me to have an adult toy party.  I somehow felt the need to point out to him that if I ever had one of those parties, it's not like he thinks.  He says..."You mean you don't try them out on each other?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the guy was dead serious.  I couldn't help busting out DYING laughing.  I also mentioned that I didn't even know if anyone in the area does those parties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes and another beer later, these 2 ladies step out of the banquet room for a smoke.  They happen to mention that they are in the banquet room for an adult toy party.  Brent and I both start to laugh and tell them we were just discussing those parties.  So then they invite me in.  Yep.  Total strangers and I go to a sex toy party with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour and $76.00 later, I walk out to Brent, Laura and Clay at the bar.  It was so much fun and I scheduled a party for Laura's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bachelorette&lt;/span&gt; party.  Think I should tell her yet or keep it a secret??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-7392695937704920555?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/7392695937704920555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=7392695937704920555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/7392695937704920555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/7392695937704920555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2007/09/adult-toy-party.html' title='Adult toy party!'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-5531389690116484793</id><published>2007-09-19T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T10:11:12.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It was movie catch up weekend.</title><content type='html'>Other than busting my ass at work due to new carpeting, I did absolutely nothing this weekend. It was the most relaxing weekend I have had in a &lt;strong&gt;long time&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Brent and I decided to catch up on some movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one was Georgia Rule. Now Brent didn't watch this one with me, "That is way too much of a chick flick for me to even fake my way through enjoying it!" Me? I though it was great! And to be honest it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; me! I'm not much of a Lindsey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lohan&lt;/span&gt; fan, but the roles fit all the actresses beautifully! It was a much deeper movie than I expected though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched Premonition with Sandra Bullock! That movie ROCKED!! It was so suspenseful and basically just good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mee&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Shee&lt;/span&gt; again. For some reason, she LOVES that movie!! It it about a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lochness&lt;/span&gt; monster type thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also picked up a movie called Farce of the Penguins. So the non-paying attention Mom says that looks cute. Never mind the fact that on the cover, there are penguins dressed in S&amp;amp;M costumes. The cover flat out says, "Not intended for children" and the back tells about how it's about a bunch of penguins trying to get a piece of ass. She watched the first 15 minutes before I stopped in her room and noticed all of it. She thought it was stupid, (thank GOD!) and I pulled the movie out as soon as I heard some of the things said. YEP, that's right,&lt;strong&gt; that's&lt;/strong&gt; when I looked at the cover completely. Mom of the Year award anyone? Mine was taken away this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we got to see Blades of Glory. That movie was too funny. But not funny, funny. Stupid funny. The kind where you wonder about you mental capacity just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; you still have the DVD player on. There were a couple of good parts though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to get Wild Hogs but they were sold out, maybe next weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-5531389690116484793?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/5531389690116484793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=5531389690116484793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/5531389690116484793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/5531389690116484793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-was-movie-catch-up-weekend.html' title='It was movie catch up weekend.'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-1272054513526066374</id><published>2007-09-12T07:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T07:47:48.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Weigh In today</title><content type='html'>Yep, I'll admit it.  I'm nervous.  I mean, I did fairly well.  I stuck to the diet pretty good, I stayed within my points most days (damn vanilla rum is 2 points per drink), I went for a walk 3 days.  So I guess we'll have to see how it goes.  I know I've already made my own goal for next week, to still walk 3 days, but for twice as long each day.  I guess I'll have to post after noon to see how it went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-1272054513526066374?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/1272054513526066374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=1272054513526066374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/1272054513526066374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/1272054513526066374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-weigh-in-today.html' title='First Weigh In today'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-8743165584153263926</id><published>2007-09-11T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T11:49:24.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Remember</title><content type='html'>Today is the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Anniversary of the attack on the World Trade Center, the Pentagon and of course the plain that crashed in Pennsylvania.  Do you remember where you were on this heinous day in US history?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do.  I was living in Greenville, MI at the time.  My father in law was in DC at the Pentagon for some military meetings he had to deal with.  Jim is a Navy man.  I forget his ranking now, but he is higher on the chain of command.  I was in my car on the way to work when I heard it hit the towers.  I got to work and turned on the TV there.  I was so shocked all I could do was sit there.  We then heard it hit the Pentagon also.  That's when my heart dropped.  I knew Jim was at a meeting there that very morning.   Of course all lines nationwide were tied up.  At that point, I left work to be with my husband and his mother.  There were many prayers said, many tears shed for all who lost loved ones, and many, many shaking hands waiting to hear from Jim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 5 am the next morning when Jim was finally able to get ahold of us.  We all cried becasue we were so lucky to have him with us still.  He had apparently just left the building 15 minutes before.  The room that he was in was one hit.  That scared the crap out of us.  We were one of the lucky families who still had our loved one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayers still go out to the people who lost theirs.  I can only imagine how petrified they were after what we went through.  Noone deserved this.  Noone deserved to lose people they loved just becasue they went to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many heros that day.  Many lost their lives trying to save someone elses.  Those are the heros that noone can replace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a poem I recently found that I love.  I hope it means as much to you as it does for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Christy Porche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see the flag&lt;br /&gt;waving in the air,&lt;br /&gt;we dread that September day&lt;br /&gt;and think of that great scare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see the planes hit&lt;br /&gt;everyone starts to cry,&lt;br /&gt;who’s doing this&lt;br /&gt;terrible thing and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering where it once stood,&lt;br /&gt;well now it's Ground Zero,&lt;br /&gt;wondering about the people&lt;br /&gt;who went down as a hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we are praying&lt;br /&gt;here hand-in-hand,&lt;br /&gt;there’s one thing to be said,&lt;br /&gt;“UNITED WE STAND!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-8743165584153263926?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/8743165584153263926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=8743165584153263926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/8743165584153263926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/8743165584153263926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-remember.html' title='We Remember'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-5064179194001056016</id><published>2007-09-11T07:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T08:28:36.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So much happened this weekend!!</title><content type='html'>Wow!  What a weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, was a normal day at work.  Nothing too fun or exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was pretty busy at work, but nothing that I couldn't handle.  I stayed late even to get a ton of stuff done.  I also brought a bunch home, so it was a productive work weekend.  Then Saturday evening we took Skylar to the new hotel in town that has a huge, very cool, waterpark.  This place was too cool!!  It had the toilet bowl water slide!  If none of you have ever seen this, it is a water slide that you go down a smaller slide, but then you end up in what looks like a huge toilet bowl.  You go around in circles until you drop through the bottom.  Brent has has a water proof phone, so we recorded it going down and it was a blast!  The hot tub felt really good too!!  (and the vanilla rum and diet cokes weren't too bad either!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was fairly slow except that MY VIKES KICKED ASS!!!!!  We had people over for the game, I stuck to the diet very well even with all the chips and dips in the house.  I did a ton of laundry, all of my pre-sorting of files I brought home from work, dishes that just would not go away, and a few other minor things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I went to work in our Fargo location.  I got a TON accomplished with them!  (which was way over-due)  So very glad I did that!  AFter I got home I made another new recipe!  It totally rocked!!!  Sooo flavorful!!!  I'll post the recipie at the end of this post.  I also went over to our neighbor's house to help her with her windows.  They needed to be cleaned before winter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when it happened.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and Missy (our black lab) came to greet me at the car like every other time.  Brent thought he would be a smart ass and chase Missy and get her all riled up so she doesn't come over to me right away.  So he takes off after her, she goes running around the car a couple of times and finally gets to my door for safety.  She knows I will "protect" her from Brent.  So Missy and I have our welcome home time.  She always puts her paws on my seat right by where I sit and we have some good pet time.  Then it was time to get down.  So we get out of the car, Missy is walking next to me and Brent takes off after her again.  I "yell" at him to leave my dog alone.  He doesn't listen.  So I take off my shoe and throw it.  Now please keep in mind this was all done in fun.... until now.  The shoe, bounced off the ground, Brent tried to Superman leap over it, and it bounced just right so it nailed him in a very hurtful place.  The poor guy dropped like a fly.  I felt sooooo horrible!!!  He managed to squeak out that it was an accident so he wasn't mad, but I still felt horrible!!  I'm such a  bad wife!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the recipie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Cordon Bleu (5.5 Points)&lt;br /&gt;4-6 chicken breasts (pounded out thin) ·&lt;br /&gt;4-6 pieces of ham ·&lt;br /&gt; 4-6 slices of Swiss or mozzarella cheese ·&lt;br /&gt;1 can cream of mushroom soup (can use any cream soup) ·&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;Put ham and cheese on chicken. Roll up and secure with a toothpick. Place chicken in the crockpot so it looks like a triangle /_\ Layer the rest on top. Mix soup with the milk; pour over top of chicken. Cover and cook on low for 4 hours or until chicken is no longer pink. Serve over noodles with the sauce it makes. Note: Its the best recipe I've tried so far, very flavorful. 5-6 pts. , depending on the size of the chicken breast. I used a 3 oz chicken breast (3 pts.) 96% fat free ham (.5 pts), 2% moz cheese (1 pt.). Then when you add the cream of mushroom soup (98% ff) and 1/4 c. milk (fat free) and divide by the 6 servings I had in the crockpot, I only came up with about 1 pt. for that (at most). Total = 5.5 pts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will add that I didn't have time to set up the crock pot before I left for the day , so I did bake this at 350 for 1 hour and it was GREAT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-5064179194001056016?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/5064179194001056016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=5064179194001056016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/5064179194001056016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/5064179194001056016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-much-happened-this-weekend.html' title='So much happened this weekend!!'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-3657928118413395772</id><published>2007-09-08T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T10:35:44.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dieting SUCKS!~!</title><content type='html'>In the past 3 whole days I have been on weight watchers, I have realized how much I HATE dieting.  Don't get me wrong, I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;done&lt;/span&gt; fairly well  so far.  I have stayed within my points and actually even gotten out for walks daily.  I have gone through my cupboards and thrown some stuff away.  And filled my fridge full of healthier choices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't understand is why is it when you start a diet all you crave is stuff you NEVER seem to want any other time.  For instance.  I am actually not much of a chocolate person.  (licorice is a different story)  About the only time chocolate comes into play is when it is ~that time of the month~ when I can sit in front of the TV with a bag of pretzels in one hand and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hershey's&lt;/span&gt; with almonds in the other.  But since I started this, I have been craving chocolate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; bad!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was however very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt; when I went online to type in my supper last night.  Brent had taken me out to Chinese.  I was SURE I would have gone over on my points.  But, to my very happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;, Chinese food isn't that bad.  I came out 3 points over, but after I added in my walk, I was exactly on!  Talk about a shock to the system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have supper in the crock pot for tonight.  It's one of my favorites and I can't wait to eat tonight!!  Here is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;recipe&lt;/span&gt; if anyone is interested.  If anyone reads this crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salsa Chicken&lt;br /&gt;4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts.  (they can be frozen)&lt;br /&gt;1 jar Pace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;picante&lt;/span&gt; sauce (I use the medium since the kids eat it too)&lt;br /&gt;1 green pepper, sliced&lt;br /&gt;1 red pepper, sliced&lt;br /&gt;1 large onion, sliced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Simply toss all the ingredients in the crock pot before you leave for work in the morning and start cooking.  Then when I get home, we make some white rice and serve the chicken over the rice.  **  The chicken alone is for 4 serving which would equal 4.5 points per serving.  The rice adds 4 points for 1 cup.  So total for one serving would be 8.5 points.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-3657928118413395772?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/3657928118413395772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=3657928118413395772' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/3657928118413395772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/3657928118413395772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2007/09/dieting-sucks.html' title='Dieting SUCKS!~!'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-6733225239970575916</id><published>2007-09-06T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T16:46:46.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Watchers and more</title><content type='html'>Just checking in about the WW status.  Just trying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; get used to counting points again.  It takes some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; used to.  But so far, all is well.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;' feel hungry or deprived, but I also know I'm not eating as much as I used to.  I also got up and went for a walk for the first time in FOREVER last night!  Granted it was only a half hour, but hey, it's a start!   I can only go up in exercise from where I was.  So here's hoping next Wednesday will come out with good results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other stuff: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sold my centerpieces to a girl from PA from the Knot.  She saw them on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;web page&lt;/span&gt; and we had been e-mailing back and forth, so it will be nice to get rid of them.  They were so pretty though.  But she only needed 10 and I had 11 so at least I get to keep 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skylar is having a blast at school!!  She loves her new teacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are re-carpeting at work so it's CRAZY here!!  Everything is everywhere!  I can't wait until Tuesday the 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, it will all be done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are planning a retirement party for my Dad in October, so having fun with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also helping 2 friends plan their weddings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;a whole&lt;/span&gt; lot of free time right now!  But love every minute of it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-6733225239970575916?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6733225239970575916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=6733225239970575916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/6733225239970575916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/6733225239970575916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2007/09/weight-watchers-and-more.html' title='Weight Watchers and more'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-1261622961465420409</id><published>2007-09-05T14:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T14:17:10.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Weight Watchers!</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not, I am actually very excited about starting Weight Watchers today.  I think I finally realized mentally it was about time I do something about it.  When I got on the scale about a week ago and realized I am almost 100 pounds more than I want to be, it finally sunk in. &lt;br /&gt;So now it's time to do the healthier shopping, the healthier cooking and force myself to go for my walks daily.  I plan on spending a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; cash to get myself into this.  I want a good pedometer, good walking shoes for at the farm, and some good cookbooks with weight watchers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recipes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;But as I said, very excited here!  I'll be sure to check in weekly to let my progress be known.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-1261622961465420409?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/1261622961465420409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=1261622961465420409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/1261622961465420409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/1261622961465420409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-day-of-weight-watchers.html' title='First Day of Weight Watchers!'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-4131696885397649281</id><published>2007-08-31T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T16:16:25.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Peeks....Trash the Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/RtiEe7d3SBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/REKelP3AUyI/s1600-h/_MG_1215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104975844518348818" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/RtiEfrd3SEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Q-aRU9V10YQ/s320/_MG_9731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-4131696885397649281?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/4131696885397649281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=4131696885397649281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/4131696885397649281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/4131696885397649281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2007/08/sneak-peekstrash-dress.html' title='Sneak Peeks....Trash the Dress'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAuJLN8IV60/RtiEe7d3SBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/REKelP3AUyI/s72-c/_MG_1215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-3590411065079920341</id><published>2007-08-31T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T08:06:28.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait for the Fall TV line up</title><content type='html'>So as I was sitting on my bed last night folding about a thousand loads of laundry, I was watching the end of season re-runs from the spring and I realized how excited I am for some of my shows to come back on again.  The ones I really am the most excited for are House and ER.  (can you tell that I love DR. type shows?)  Oh, but I LOVE Scrubs and The Office too!  There are some others too of course, like my VIKES come on again weekly soon!!  Then I get Sundays on my couch with my popcorn and clean laundry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shows does everyone else look forward to?  I know lots of people are very into Grey's Anatomy.  What else?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-3590411065079920341?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/3590411065079920341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=3590411065079920341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/3590411065079920341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/3590411065079920341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-cant-wait-for-fall-tv-line-up.html' title='I can&apos;t wait for the Fall TV line up'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-233433911870788806</id><published>2007-08-30T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T16:28:00.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Never ending night mare</title><content type='html'>Wow!  I really can't get over what a nightmare this week has been!  This has GOT to pull out soon!  The worst is the constant insomnia at this point.  If I could sleep, I don't think the rest of the crap this week would have bothered me.  It's a good thing I force myself to be somewhat productive when I get home from work! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But good news this week!!  I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE my photographer!!!  Our Trash the Dress pictures came back and there are so many I love that I know it's going to be very expensive coming up for me.  Skylar looks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; good in so many of them.  And our photographer is so easy to work with.  We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;' have high speed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; at home, so for us to go through the pictures and pick some out would be terrible!  So I called him and he offered to put all images on a CD that I could bring into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart or where ever and make smaller pics of all on the disk.  That way we can sit at a table with all of them around us.  I am so excited he is that good to work with!  So I should have the disk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; so hopefully I can load some over the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have Brent's Johnson Family Reunion this Sunday at his Grandma and Grandpa's house.  It will be the first time we see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of his family since the wedding.  So we are excited about that.  So lake before the reunion and Reunion on Sunday.  Monday's I have off work, so I know I'm in the home stretch for a relaxing weekend!  It is very needed at this point!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tuesday is also the last day of two of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; the Dr. put me on last week, so hopefully the insomnia is the side effect of one of them.  That means I may be able to sleep soon.  That would be very good for me.  (although very bad for Starbucks)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-233433911870788806?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/233433911870788806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=233433911870788806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/233433911870788806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/233433911870788806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2007/08/never-ending-night-mare.html' title='The Never ending night mare'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-6343316066257309021</id><published>2007-08-28T07:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T07:44:03.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School is almost back in.</title><content type='html'>So with a junior in high school and a 4th grader, I dread back to school time!  Both need new clothes, which get outgrown by Christmas break.  Both need about a good $100.00 in school supplies, teachers need volunteers, lunch money, fees for planners, fees for sports, fees fees everywhere!  But yet, do I plan ahead, or prefer just to wait and kill myself financially for the one month?  I prefer to kill myself with everything for one month.  Much simpler I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dont' get me wrong, I really don't mind volunteering in the classrooms.  I have always done it, I most likely always will.  I love going to the kids games, school activities and all that is involved with them.  I even help teachers plan classroom activities.  Last year Skylar's teacher and I made cupcakes as part of their math class and it was a blast!  I had 10 kids in my group and 10 in hers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the other aspect of scheduling.  This is where it gets interesting.  My job of 40 + hours per week, my other 2 part time jobs, plus now days off from school, school programs, football games, plus Brent gets to start driving sugar beet truck again for 3 weeks again soon and this year they have the overnight shift.  blahhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just complaining that I have to figure out everything again and in a week when it's all on the calander and all paid for, I'll be fine and in the swing of things.  So it's not really that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, just stalking my photograher's website for my Trash the Dress photos.  He said hopefully this week!  I can't wait for them!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-6343316066257309021?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6343316066257309021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=6343316066257309021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/6343316066257309021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/6343316066257309021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2007/08/school-is-almost-back-in.html' title='School is almost back in.'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-4876954933332558096</id><published>2007-08-27T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T12:59:25.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Northwood tornado</title><content type='html'>So last night we had a HUGE storm in our area.  A small town close to my home town (about 30 miles) got hit really hard by a tornado last night.  Totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;devastated&lt;/span&gt; the town.  The whole fire department was destroyed, a part of the hospital lost it's roof.  The school in town lost part of their roof.  A couple of building are simply missing.  And the worst part is that out of the 2 trailer parks in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Northwood&lt;/span&gt;, they total 19 trailers.  Only 3 of them are intact.  I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of friends and relatives in that town so it has been so hard to see them go through this.  We have a relative who's house was literally lifted off the foundation and his roof is totally missing.  Mom and Dad went down to help today and Mom called me very upset, she reported to me that cars were thrown into the fields as if they were beach balls being thrown through the air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been awful for a small town.  Many people are still missing, but only a couple reported dead so far.  So I know the people of this very close knit community would appreciate any prayers sent their way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-4876954933332558096?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/4876954933332558096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=4876954933332558096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/4876954933332558096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/4876954933332558096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2007/08/northwood-tornado.html' title='Northwood tornado'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-8198938613471000025</id><published>2007-08-27T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T12:53:13.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Party!</title><content type='html'>So the surprise party for Brent's uncle went GREAT on Saturday.  He had no clue, we were all waiting in the back yard when Brent finally brought him home!  He was so surprised!  He had a great time, tons of wonderful food, huge campfire and a good time was had by all!  I got a few phone calls the next day about a little too much alcohol though!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;  I didn't drink too much as I had all those new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;, but since I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt;' slept at all yet, when I fell asleep that night after everyone left.  (last one was 4 am) I went to bed and I didn't realize there was a world around me until about 2:30 int he afternoon!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sooooo&lt;/span&gt; unlike me!  But now body is working with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; better so starting to feel half normal again.  (finally!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-8198938613471000025?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/8198938613471000025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=8198938613471000025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/8198938613471000025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/8198938613471000025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2007/08/great-party.html' title='Great Party!'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-6913111571609690511</id><published>2007-08-25T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T09:45:39.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the joys of Asthma and Allergies~</title><content type='html'>So on Thursday at work I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; sick!  I even left to run to the gas station to get some extra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; for my allergies hoping that would help.  Nope.  That would be too easy.  So I went home after work, barely able to breath due to the allergies being so bad when in return kills my asthma.  So I was up all Thursday night.  Friday comes and I felt even worse, so I decide to call in sick to work.  Which is something I HATE to do.  I'm one of those sick people that love my job.  So as soon as my Doctor's office opens I call them for an appointment.  2:30.  Can I make it that long?  Here's hoping!  So when I get into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;appointment&lt;/span&gt;, I take the lovely peak flow meter.  My normal range is about 450-500.  Yep...blew a 275.  He looks at me and says..."Maybe we should put you on some steroids."  Ya think?!?  So as I left his office with my lung steroids and 2 other NEW medicines along with my 3 I am already on, I think..Good, now I'll get some sleep tonight! &lt;br /&gt;WRONG!!  The 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; I am now on are all ones that are now working together to make my life miserable.  The time is now 9:45 am and I still have not had any sleep and I am literally still shaking.  So here I am at work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;, headache from hell, tired as all get out and still have to throw a surprise birthday party for Brent's uncle.  So at 5:00 I will have a house full of people, and I still have food to get ready, few minor things to clean up and myself to pull together.  I'm so glad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; is Sunday and I will be able to sleep in.  We may have a house full of people, but I'm still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sleepin&lt;/span&gt;'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-6913111571609690511?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6913111571609690511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=6913111571609690511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/6913111571609690511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/6913111571609690511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-joys-of-asthma-and-allergies.html' title='Oh the joys of Asthma and Allergies~'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551955028175768998.post-5516333996473248302</id><published>2007-08-23T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T09:55:04.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things I do to get out of work</title><content type='html'>So as I sit at my desk, I realize alot fo my time BW (before wedding) was spent planning my wedding.  Well now that the wedding is all said and done, I sit at my desk and just look at a blank screen.  (but trying desperately to look busy!)  So I see all these wonderful girls on The Nest with their cool blogs, so I think to myself, "Self, you should do that too!  That could keep you looking busy"  so here I am.  All pretending I'm busy and all. &lt;br /&gt;So now I know myself and this is where the problem will come in.  I will walk around all day thinking of what to write for the next day.  And with my mindless thoughts some days it may be as stupid as a crack in the sidewalk where it shouldn't be or my daughter telling me about a huge bug she saw.  (and yes, last night I heard about this for 10 minutes)  So this might be alot of fun!  or not.  Guess we'll have to wait and see......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551955028175768998-5516333996473248302?l=rocrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/feeds/5516333996473248302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551955028175768998&amp;postID=5516333996473248302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/5516333996473248302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551955028175768998/posts/default/5516333996473248302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocrash.blogspot.com/2007/08/things-i-do-to-get-out-of-work.html' title='The Things I do to get out of work'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q177/rocrash/_MG_7237.jpg?t=1187880326'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
