<?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-12652995</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:41:46.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The world according to me</title><subtitle type='html'>I've been told I live in my own world.  You know what, that's fine, I like it here!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-113262508821613306</id><published>2005-11-21T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T18:05:20.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been?</title><content type='html'>Well, a lot and a little has been going on! Job status is still in limbo....Scott is officially in Arkansas....home life is boring!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott has not officially moved yet, his company is packing and moving him but they haven't settled on a date. Hopefully it will be soon, I can't imagine having a duplex with nothing, I mean NOT A THING, in it! I feel bad for him, but am selfishly glad that he hasn't moved yet, that way we get to spend this weekend in Tulsa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home life....holy cow, I'm bored and have been completely lazy. I think it is because I am probably somewhat depressed. Which, is understandable, I guess....so after this week, I have house projects that are GOING to get done!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my conference last week, I was reacquainted with several people and who all were sympathetic to my job situation. If I want to continue down the career path I'm on, I don't think I will have any problems if I am willing to relocate. That's the bad thing. I don't really want to relocate!!! GRR!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, I have so many things up in the air, I need one to fall so I can then make other decisions......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-113262508821613306?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/113262508821613306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=113262508821613306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/113262508821613306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/113262508821613306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/11/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been?'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-113141711245472304</id><published>2005-11-07T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T18:31:52.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Google List....</title><content type='html'>Ok, here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Carrie needs more than deep-breathing exercises. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Carrie needs is a decent haircut and the sanction of top jock Tommy. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naturally, what Carrie needs after a night like this is a nice, hot bath.She slowly, ritualistically climbs into the bath and scrubs herself madly like an ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OK, these first 3, in order, sound very similar to a "movie" I once saw...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The bottom line is that Michelle is quite barmy and needs Carrie and Barry's stability more than Carrie needs her. "That said, she is great and she and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, to take it to the next level, Carrie needs everything. ... On another note,I totally agree about carrie's need for polish. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh my gosh!!  How in the h-e-double hockey sticks does the Internet know that I need to re-polish my nails??&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie needs to use her emotions as an asset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie needs to get a quicky divorce and a have a big white wedding or a long engagement. "How are people supposed to be open minded if they MUST agree with ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What?!?!?!  What must I agree to??  Instead of a divorice or long engagement, how about a long dating experience, followed by an even longer happy ever after??&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After these "Carrie Needs" it went into what Carrie Underwood or Carrie from Sex and the City needs, more than what I actually need!  What I need now, is to take another shower to further try to scrub the red of the back of my neck.  We went to the Nascar race in Texas this weekend and I haven't completely recovered yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all come back now, ya hear?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-113141711245472304?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/113141711245472304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=113141711245472304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/113141711245472304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/113141711245472304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-google-list.html' title='My Google List....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-113098196868468043</id><published>2005-11-02T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T17:39:28.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Version of Office Space</title><content type='html'>So today, I had my meeting with "The Bob's", well, actually Roy, but maybe you can follow my rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met with Roy, who works with the company that bought mine.  We were supposed to have a casual conversation about work, what is going to happen during our transition period, etc., etc.  One of the questions he asked was "what do you think about the merger?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Roy, I think the merger sucks!  Not only that, but it royally sucks.  I liked my job, I liked the people I worked with, I liked getting to have 3 weeks vacation starting in January, I &lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt; working in IT and getting paid overtime, and I most definitely &lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt; having Friday afternoons off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first question was "so, what do you do here?  How do you spend your day?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I thought this was supposed to be a "conversational, informal meeting?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today sucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-113098196868468043?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/113098196868468043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=113098196868468043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/113098196868468043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/113098196868468043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-own-version-of-office-space.html' title='My Own Version of Office Space'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-113088469987390303</id><published>2005-11-01T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T14:38:19.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapped</title><content type='html'>Boss is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helpdesk people are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT Specialist is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has left and I am stuck here.  I feel very trapped!!  I can't deal with everyone by myself.  It is suddenly turned into the "Afternoon of the Living D.e.a.d-c.u.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbly Enabled Angry Dipshit Computer Users&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-113088469987390303?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/113088469987390303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=113088469987390303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/113088469987390303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/113088469987390303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/11/trapped.html' title='Trapped'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-113081296498255404</id><published>2005-10-31T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T18:42:44.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridges</title><content type='html'>Due to the recent events at my job, I've started to realize that it does pay off to be nice, or at least try to be nice to everyone.  I've had 2 people I used to work with recommend me to their IT staff.  What is most interesting about this is, I don't feel that I did anything spectacular to or for these individuals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-113081296498255404?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/113081296498255404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=113081296498255404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/113081296498255404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/113081296498255404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/10/bridges.html' title='Bridges'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-113043807189301660</id><published>2005-10-27T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T11:34:31.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Target Receipt</title><content type='html'>Ha!  I went to Target yesterday, here is what I bought.  Be aware, these were just items that were needed, not absolutely-have-to-have right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downy&lt;br /&gt;Headband&lt;br /&gt;Pantene&lt;br /&gt;Almond Joy&lt;br /&gt;Kit Kat&lt;br /&gt;Resse PBC&lt;br /&gt;Summers Eve&lt;br /&gt;Tampax 20 ct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered a line that had a guy working.  He kept smiling to himself and I couldn't figure out why.  Then, once I read the receipt and actually LOOKED at what I was buying, I got it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-113043807189301660?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/113043807189301660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=113043807189301660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/113043807189301660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/113043807189301660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/10/target-receipt.html' title='Target Receipt'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-112983319624093770</id><published>2005-10-20T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T11:33:16.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recruiters</title><content type='html'>It is very reassuring to know that people want to see my resume.  It is not very reassuring to know that these recruiters are mad because I don't have a &lt;strong&gt;current&lt;/strong&gt; resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To recruiters:  "hello, I liked the job I have (at least until January).  Why would it be updated when I really don't want to go anywhere else?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would try to be more witty, but I'm tired!  Stress makes me sleepy.  Top it off by 4 days of drinking and staying out late.  But I am having a ton of fun with my coworkers, sadly though, we all have the best intentions of staying in touch even though we probably won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good at staying in touch with people I really like.....let alone people that I somewhat like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-112983319624093770?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/112983319624093770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=112983319624093770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112983319624093770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112983319624093770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/10/recruiters.html' title='Recruiters'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-112966386523158671</id><published>2005-10-18T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T12:31:52.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I want to be a snail....</title><content type='html'>This is an actual email that was sent to me today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my comments are bold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK Carrie- JUST IN CASE you're not as smart as we all know you are, here's some info to top it off.&lt;br /&gt;SO YOU THINK YOU KNOW EVERYTHING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A dime has 118 ridges around the edge. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-A cat has 32 muscles in each ear. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the better to hear you with...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-A crocodile cannot stick out its tongue. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good, because I don't want a crocodile to taste how sweet I am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-A dragonfly has a life span of 24 hours. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well, it's either a good day or a bad day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-A goldfish has a memory span of three seconds. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uh, ok, who figured that out?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A "jiffy" is an actual unit of time for 1/100th of a second. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;funny, I thought "jiffy" was popcorn and muffin mix&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-A shark is the only fish that can blink with both eyes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the better to see you with...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-A snail can sleep for three years. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Al Capone's business card said he was a used furniture dealer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;better than used car salesman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-All 50 states are listed across the top of the Lincoln Memorial on the&lt;br /&gt;back of the $5 bill. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that way, superman with his x-ray vision will always know the 50 states&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Almonds are a member of the peach family. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so, instead of "sometimes you feel like a nut" it should be "sometimes you feel like a peach"?????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know some people that have the same trait&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Babies are born without kneecaps. They don't appear until the child&lt;br /&gt;reaches 2 to 6 years of age. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no wonder the "twos" are terrible...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Butterflies taste with their feet. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thankfully, they have the luxury of flight...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cats have over one hundred vocal sounds. Dogs only have about 10. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unfortunately, said cats only use 10 during the day, 30 at night, and the other 60 when they are mating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Dreamt" is the only English word that ends in the letters "mt". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmmmt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-February 1865 is the only month in recorded history not to have a full&lt;br /&gt;moon. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I bet werewolves everywhere were grateful!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-In the last 4,000 years, no new animals have been domesticated. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but there have been many men.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-If the population of China walked past you, in single file, the line&lt;br /&gt;would never end because of the rate of reproduction. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;glad I don't have to wait in line behind China!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-If you are an average American, in your whole life, you will spend an&lt;br /&gt;average of 6 months waiting at red lights. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me, I'm not average, I like to run the occasional red light.......or at least turn right!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-It's impossible to sneeze with your eyes open. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go ahead, try, I dare you! (But don't blame me when your eyeballs pop out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Leonardo Da Vinci invented the scissors. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leo's mom invented the phrase, "Don't run with scissors in your hands young man!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Maine is the only state whose name is just one syllable. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yet, Iowa and Ohio have 4 letters and 3 syllables.....how very, very interesting....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-No word in the English language rhymes with month, orange, silver, or&lt;br /&gt;purple. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and this is when poetry stopped rhyming....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-On a Canadian two dollar bill, the flag flying over the Parliament&lt;br /&gt;building is an American flag. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone got fired!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Our eyes are always the same size from birth, but our nose and ears&lt;br /&gt;never stop growing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why couldn't it be the size of our waist, instead of our eyes?!?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Peanuts are one of the ingredients of dynamite. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;poor, poor charlie brown....just when he was about to kick the football....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Rubber bands last longer when refrigerated. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;most likely because people get distracted by the food and forget they are going to shoot rubber bands at someone...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-"Stewardesses" is the longest word typed with only the left hand and&lt;br /&gt;"lollipop" with your right. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what about: werasdtewavacsee? or: poiupoinpoiuyimnmlou?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The average person's left hand does 56% of the typing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what about those who chicken peck?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The cruise liner, QE2, moves only six inches for each gallon of diesel&lt;br /&gt;that it burns. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no wonder cruise are so expensive, diesel is still over $3 a gallon!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The microwave was invented after a researcher walked by a radar tube and&lt;br /&gt;a chocolate bar melted in his pocket. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sure, he just thought it was his chocolate bar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The sentence: "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog" uses every&lt;br /&gt;letter of the alphabet. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I just thought my typing teacher was trying to be creative with his adjectives!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The winter of 1932 was so cold that Niagara Falls froze completely&lt;br /&gt;solid. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank goodness for global warming...it has finally thawed!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The words 'racecar,' 'kayak' and 'level' are the same whether they are&lt;br /&gt;read left to right or right to left (palindromes). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what about toot, radar, eye, nun, madam, etc?????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-There are 293 ways to make change for a dollar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but only people that work at QT know ALL of them!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-There are more chickens than people in the world. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah, but they all think the sky is falling!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-There are only four words in the English language which end in "dous":&lt;br /&gt;tremendous, horrendous, stupendous, and hazardous &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't forget this, there will be a quiz tomorrow!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-There are two words in the English language that have all five vowels in&lt;br /&gt;order: "abstemious" and "facetious." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what about y? isn't y sometimes a vowel?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-There's no Betty Rubble in the Flintstones Chewables Vitamins. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dino ate her...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Tigers have striped skin, not just striped fur. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zebras have black skin....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-TYPEWRITER is the longest word that can be made using the letters only&lt;br /&gt;on one row of the keyboard. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well, cat and zebra are two animals that are typed with only the left hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Winston Churchill was born in a ladies' room during a dance. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;his mom was a slut...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Women blink nearly twice as much as men. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mostly because we cannot believe what men do and say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Your stomach has to produce a new layer of mucus every two weeks;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise it will digest itself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that is just gross.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-112966386523158671?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/112966386523158671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=112966386523158671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112966386523158671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112966386523158671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/10/sometimes-i-want-to-be-snail.html' title='Sometimes I want to be a snail....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-112965913038637556</id><published>2005-10-18T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T15:12:39.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsters aren't so bad....</title><content type='html'>After recovering from the shock I received last week, I thought it might be a good time to dust off the resume skills and get things updated. I searched my computer at home. I searched all of my files, even broke out the old college folders that are in the top of the closet. Any guesses to what I was searching for????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ding, ding ding!! You guessed it, my resume!! Could not find a copy of it anywhere! Then, for some divine reason, I thought about Monster.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely they still wouldn't have a copy of it?? It's been almost 5 years since I posted it out there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, they did have it. And it is almost in the correct format.....thank goodness!! It just needs to now be updated with current information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, not all monsters are bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-112965913038637556?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/112965913038637556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=112965913038637556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112965913038637556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112965913038637556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/10/monsters-arent-so-bad.html' title='Monsters aren&apos;t so bad....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-112951713505303932</id><published>2005-10-16T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T19:46:09.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>***I had to post the picture of the cats so I could have them as my profile picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***I like to play softball, but don't always like major league ball. Except for the World Series (if your world only includes Canada and the US) and this year I have watched the League Championship, which will determine who will play in the World Series. I'm rooting for the Angles and St. Louis, both of who are behind!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Insulation, not the itchy kind. Added more insulation to my house, it is extremely messy, especially when the stinkin' hose that connect to the blower keeps falling off! Needless to say, it is &lt;em&gt;everywhere&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Am going to work tomorrow to try to motivate people who, like myself, will be out of a job in January. We are going to get a pretty sweet severance package, so I won't have to eat bugs or like on the street for quite awhile, but am scared to death to get another job and have a controlling, over active boss. I like it where I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***On that note, I have woke up every morning thinking "It was just a dream, right??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Softball on Tuesday nights ends this week. I love my Tuesday night team. I will miss seeing them every week, and am wondering if I will be in Tulsa when the spring season starts next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Can cats have bi-polar disease? Anyone who has spent time with Enzo can tell you what a sweet and lovable cat he is. When I take him to the vet, all he does is hiss and growl. The vet doesn't even want to go near him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Wine is mostly yummy, but when it is bad, it is &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-112951713505303932?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/112951713505303932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=112951713505303932' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112951713505303932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112951713505303932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/10/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-112951519706739334</id><published>2005-10-16T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T19:13:17.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/200/P9300004.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profile&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-112951519706739334?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/112951519706739334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=112951519706739334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112951519706739334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112951519706739334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/10/profile.html' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-112912932299065757</id><published>2005-10-12T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T08:02:02.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunk........Thunk.........Thunk</title><content type='html'>Yes, that is the sad, sad sound of me beating my head against the desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nice to know that I am a sucker.  I got a phone call from a coworker who is stressed out, so busy they don't know where to begin.  So, I offer to help, only to go and ask said coworker a question and find said coworker with another coworker relaxing in comfy chairs eating oatmeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard of coffee breaks and cigarette breaks, but oatmeal breaks?  If you are "so stressed out, so busy they don't know where to begin", I guess, in hindsight, the best place to begin &lt;em&gt;would&lt;/em&gt; be an oatmeal break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-112912932299065757?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/112912932299065757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=112912932299065757' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112912932299065757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112912932299065757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/10/thunkthunkthunk.html' title='Thunk........Thunk.........Thunk'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-112906553379722773</id><published>2005-10-11T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T14:18:53.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts.....</title><content type='html'>Have you ever just wanted to pull the lever and set off the fire alarm?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-112906553379722773?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/112906553379722773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=112906553379722773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112906553379722773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112906553379722773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-thoughts.html' title='My Thoughts.....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-112896304248695413</id><published>2005-10-10T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T17:51:24.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to begin.....</title><content type='html'>I know that everyone has some sort of family story, here is the story of Kayden:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently he is being raised by his great-grandparents (my grandparents). His mother and father are both alive but for their own reasons they don't take care of him. One reason is I don't think either one of them work, another is I believe they both do drugs. I do know that they receive some sort of government help, not sure if it is food stamps or WIC or what. So, thank you, all of you, who pay taxes, we are somewhat supporting them. I would like to support them by sending them to jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My quandry (sp?) is that my grandparents don't necessarily have the money and/or energy to keep up with a 2 1/2 year old. I'm not sure that I do, but we will get to that!! Also, Kayden gives them a reason to get up in the morning and they really do enjoy having him around.  I'm very concerned about what will happen to him once something happens to my grandparents.  On top of everything, Kayden is very skiddish around new people.  He mostly hides behind my grandma, not wanting to talk to everyone.  This is only going to hamper his learning and social development. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the crazy in me is thinking about what to do for him once something happens to my grandparents.  This thought is scaring me to death, but the alternative (him with his drugged parents or DHS) is also not acceptable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-112896304248695413?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/112896304248695413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=112896304248695413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112896304248695413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112896304248695413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/10/where-to-begin.html' title='Where to begin.....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-112862143351251261</id><published>2005-10-06T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T10:57:27.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BTW</title><content type='html'>Enzo is trying to give him a kiss, not attack him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-112862143351251261?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/112862143351251261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=112862143351251261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112862143351251261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112862143351251261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/10/btw.html' title='BTW'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-112862137729876348</id><published>2005-10-06T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T10:56:17.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Kayden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1220/1061/1600/PA0100012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1220/1061/320/PA0100012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1220/1061/1600/PA0100011.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my cousin's son Kayden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is 2 1/2.   His story will be posted soon.  I was just told I have a meeting at 1pm, it is now 12:55.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love the way our IT department communicates!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-112862137729876348?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/112862137729876348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=112862137729876348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112862137729876348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112862137729876348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/10/meet-kayden.html' title='Meet Kayden'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-112791299715098499</id><published>2005-09-28T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T06:09:57.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cat's in the Cradle   (or the dryer)</title><content type='html'>Sorry I have been MIA, but:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football season started....&lt;br /&gt;Stopped going to the lake so shopping season started.....&lt;br /&gt;Work is crazy busy......&lt;br /&gt;And I seem to be having problems with fur in my dryer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1220/1061/1600/P92300012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1220/1061/320/P92300012.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/12652995-112791299715098499?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/112791299715098499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=112791299715098499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112791299715098499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112791299715098499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/09/cats-in-cradle-or-dryer.html' title='The Cat&apos;s in the Cradle   (or the dryer)'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-112559037050960669</id><published>2005-09-01T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T08:59:30.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Strike</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm leading the Daigle Union on strike today! One of our helpdesk employees has left the building and is only working occasionally and the other individual gets stressed out just by thinking about something he might have to do, instead of just doing it. He sits and complains about all of the stuff he has to do, all of the stuff that he might possibly have to do, and all the stuff that isn't getting done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;insert&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm running away, leaving in the morning, can't wait to get the heck out of Dodge!! Here is where I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1220/1061/1600/P8120004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1220/1061/320/P8120004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-112559037050960669?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/112559037050960669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=112559037050960669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112559037050960669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112559037050960669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/09/on-strike.html' title='On Strike'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-112535340093862278</id><published>2005-08-29T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T15:10:00.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm at a loss......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1220/1061/1600/P8190044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1220/1061/320/P8190044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, what do you call a cross between and cat and a bat? Can you believe the ears on that thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-112535340093862278?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/112535340093862278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=112535340093862278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112535340093862278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112535340093862278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-at-loss.html' title='I&apos;m at a loss......'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-112497387102960651</id><published>2005-08-25T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T05:44:31.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmmmmmmm, Beer</title><content type='html'>You know it has been a long week when you pop the top on your morning soda and all you can think about is beer and lovely it can be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-112497387102960651?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/112497387102960651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=112497387102960651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112497387102960651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112497387102960651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/08/mmmmmmmmmm-beer.html' title='Mmmmmmmmmm, Beer'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-112436803420538279</id><published>2005-08-18T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T05:27:14.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules</title><content type='html'>I think everyone has probably seen the rules for wearing flip flops (rules for women at least).  I have an addition:  Toenails should not be long.  Finger nails, yes.  Toenails, &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also imposing 2 rules for those women who wear tank tops:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  In America, be sure to shave your armpits.  It isn't the 70's anymore, people appreciate&lt;br /&gt;hygiene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Along the lines of hygiene, please, I beg you, double check that you are wearing deodorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped at Panera on 15th yesterday after work.  Scott and I were going to Stillwater to visit his grandma for her 89th birthday.  The creature that took my order had more piercings on her face than my pin cushion, and I sew by the way.  The lady in front of me had hot pink toe nails that increased her shoe size.  As I'm waiting for Scott's sandwich, I keep smelling something that just isn't right.  I couldn't put my finger on the smell until I was walking out the door.  As I looked around, there was a girl with a tank top on.  She seemed relatively clean and nice looking, but the smell said a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-112436803420538279?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/112436803420538279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=112436803420538279' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112436803420538279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112436803420538279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/08/rules.html' title='Rules'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-112430544382422530</id><published>2005-08-17T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T12:04:03.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interviews</title><content type='html'>I think most people don't realize how much information they give away when they are being interviewed.  One of our helpdesk guys left us to go to pharmacy school.  That, in it's self, is pretty funny.  Typically germaphobes don't go into pharmacy school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, we have interviewed 3 people.  No one is terribly excited about any of the applicants.  We decided we would rather pull double duty than to hire one of the people we interviewed.  Isn't that sad??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one guy (an older guy), when asked why he was looking for another job, went into great detail about why he wanted to leave.  I guess when he was hired at his current job, the then-boss had the idea of hiring our applicant as his replacement, he actually wanted to retire.  While working on his resignation letter, the boss (goof!) actually sent the letter via email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That comment right there set off HUGE warning signals!  I know that accidents happen, but good God, pay attention when you are preparing resignation letters!!  Especially when you aren't actually ready to resign yet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess once this letter was sent out, our applicant wasn't asked to replace the original boss.  According to the applicant, "another employee who has taken credit for a lot of my work was very friendly with the auditors and other key management figures.  He received the job, so I am looking elsewhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, why would you tell a prospective employer this??  Just say there was a management change and you feel like your services would be better appreciated somewhere else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-112430544382422530?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/112430544382422530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=112430544382422530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112430544382422530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112430544382422530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/08/interviews.html' title='Interviews'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-112415365133608872</id><published>2005-08-15T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T17:54:11.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is Gizmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1220/1061/1600/g1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1220/1061/320/g1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she cute?  Of course, her name is because of her ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could post video, because she chases Enzo around the house.  He is 4 times her size, it is so funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-112415365133608872?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/112415365133608872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=112415365133608872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112415365133608872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112415365133608872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/08/here-is-gizmo.html' title='Here is Gizmo'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-112406687675380165</id><published>2005-08-14T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T17:47:56.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>Even though it is rainy and a perfect nap day, for some reason I just can't bring myself to relax.  There was laundry that needed to be washed and folded, dinner to be cooked, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I find myself tired and wishing I had the afternoon back......Oh well, there is always next Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason this afternoon isn't great is that I have NO, ABSOLUTELY NO chocolate in this house what.so.ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with me?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-112406687675380165?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/112406687675380165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=112406687675380165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112406687675380165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112406687675380165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/08/sunday-afternoon.html' title='Sunday Afternoon'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-112328014430077274</id><published>2005-08-05T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T15:15:44.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1220/1061/1600/P6230010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1220/1061/200/P6230010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long time, I have finally returned! I have installed a wireless network. I am currently surfing from my couch. I can't get much lazier than that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much of anything interesting has been going on. As good sutff happens, I'll let you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of my cousin's son Kayden.  Isn't he cute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-112328014430077274?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/112328014430077274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=112328014430077274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112328014430077274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/112328014430077274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-111703303697863120</id><published>2005-05-25T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T07:57:16.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Mother Nature!</title><content type='html'>She is totally kicking my butt with this poison ivy.  It itches, it's blistery and the shot my dr. gave me doesn't seem to be doing much!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-111703303697863120?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/111703303697863120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=111703303697863120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111703303697863120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111703303697863120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/05/bad-mother-nature.html' title='Bad Mother Nature!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-111694779969812020</id><published>2005-05-24T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T08:16:39.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Internet</title><content type='html'>Today, the Internet is my doctor.  Well, at least until 2pm, when I go to my actual doctor.  I think I have poison ivy/oak/sumac/somethingthatitcheslikehell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to pictures I viewed from Dr. Internet, I have it.  It sucks.  It itches.  It's puss-y.  It's blister-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ventured to Wal-Mart last week.  As I was wondering aimlessly throughout the aisles, I saw a pedometer.  So, for $4.95, I now know how many steps I take in a day.  According to the enclosed manual, if you walk 10,000 steps per day you should stay in good health.  Accompany that with a healthy diet, you should lose weight as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I topped 10,000 steps.  It is pretty easy.  I don't walk that much between 8 and 5, but in the evenings, I am cruisin'!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out yesterday that my dad won 2nd place in a Big Bass Tournament on Saturday or Sunday!  Yeah!! I'm really excited for him.  He fishes a lot and likes to enter the tournaments.  So, now he is a winner! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling like a winner also, down to 171!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-111694779969812020?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/111694779969812020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=111694779969812020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111694779969812020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111694779969812020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/05/dr-internet.html' title='Dr. Internet'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-111685377202020393</id><published>2005-05-23T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T06:09:32.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R2D2 Kicks Ass!</title><content type='html'>That's right, I saw the movie!  Scott and I went Friday at 9:45pm.  There weren't any long lines and the theater actually had quite a few empty seats.  It was pretty funny, as the movie started, people were hoopin' and hollerin' and then everyone started clapping.  It was funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say anything else about it, I know some of you haven't seen it yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday and Sunday were dedicated yard days.  Actually, they were flowerbed days.  I have discovered that all the ants of Tulsa live in my flowerbeds.  I have also discovered that I hate ants.  When you are sweaty and dirty, you just don't want to have an ant crawling on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, we went to the Driller's baseball game with Kathy F.  It was a lot of fun.  The game started at 7:05 and we hadn't had dinner yet.  So, we started with beer first!!  Needless to say, we all enjoyed the game a lot more!  Then, we had CrackerJacks, Peanuts, and hot dogs, just to keep tradition!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-111685377202020393?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/111685377202020393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=111685377202020393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111685377202020393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111685377202020393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/05/r2d2-kicks-ass.html' title='R2D2 Kicks Ass!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-111660471908513483</id><published>2005-05-20T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T08:58:39.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friday!</title><content type='html'>Yea!  I'm going to see Star Wars tonight, but not before I have dinner with Scott and his crush, Kat.  She is a 21-something pole vaulter for ORU.  She has graduated and is going back to Florida.  She called Scott last night to tell him, and now we are all going to dinner together.  The 3 of us.  She used to be Seabolt's girlfriend, then kind of dated Dusty for awhile, and now, somehow, the last few times we have seen her, it has just been Kat, Scott, and myself.  She is a really nice girl and I am probably just a little jealous, but why is she wanting to hang out with us?  People 9-13 years older than her?  Where are her friends??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my date now has a third wheel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still at 173!!  Stink!!  Must stay away from Mayfest and big corn dogs.....but they are so good.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-111660471908513483?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/111660471908513483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=111660471908513483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111660471908513483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111660471908513483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-friday.html' title='Happy Friday!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-111650605147964013</id><published>2005-05-19T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T05:34:11.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened to Wednesday?</title><content type='html'>I had been doing really well about posting every day. Don't know what happened to yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom called to say that the cancerous spot that she had removed is healed. The Dr.'s office called and "YEA" they got all of it! So, she is now cancer free again. However, I think she is supposed to be checked over twice a year. My parents are of the generation that doesn't understand how to use health insurance. So, they don't really like going to the Dr. Me, it only costs me $10, so I will go for just about anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still holding at 173, must be more strict, I've cheated a little this week!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-111650605147964013?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/111650605147964013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=111650605147964013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111650605147964013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111650605147964013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-happened-to-wednesday.html' title='What happened to Wednesday?'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-111635516704321054</id><published>2005-05-17T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T11:39:27.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By reason of insanity</title><content type='html'>Ok, after yesterday's post, I decided to talk to Scott about my being sad that Jeff was leaving.  I'm not really sure that he understood that I think I have a crush on Jeff.  However, he did understand enough to come home early, help with dinner and the dishes and then actually talk to me about moving in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is not moving in.  He says no matter how much he stays at my house, he doesn't want to upset either family by actually moving in.  He said he would never feel comfortable.  So then, we talked about marriage.  Not a lot about it, not anything new has been said.  He thinks that if we were to get married, it would be over and done with in about 2 years.  How he came up with this, I'm really not sure.  I didn't get to ask a lot of questions......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for a weight/workout update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, 2 miles around the neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes on the balance ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weight: 173  (not bad after all the food I ate this weekend!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-111635516704321054?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/111635516704321054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=111635516704321054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111635516704321054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111635516704321054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/05/by-reason-of-insanity.html' title='By reason of insanity'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-111627726381318124</id><published>2005-05-16T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T14:01:03.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He dropped a bomb on me....</title><content type='html'>Wow!  One of my friends here at work is quitting and moving back to Houston.  I really like Jeff.  We have hit happy hour a couple of times, always with a big group of people, but I have always felt like our relationship has been a little different.  I've even kind of joked about him being my work boyfriend, even though we don't talk, other than happy hour or playing volleyball on Wednesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks he might want to enter the seminary.  I am having some really strange feeling about all of this.  I always get nervous around him when we are hanging out, but it has always been really easy to talk to him.  I think I am more sad about him leaving than I probably should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ask him why he is considering the seminary.  He is 30 also and has never been in a really serious relationship.  I just wonder if he really wants to be a priest or he is just tired of being asked why he isn't married.  However, I think he is pretty smart and wouldn't be thinking about being a priest unless he was REALLY thinking about going through with it.  Why am I being such a devil??  I want to ask him WAY to personal questions.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so upset about him leaving and possibly becoming a priest??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-111627726381318124?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/111627726381318124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=111627726381318124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111627726381318124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111627726381318124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/05/he-dropped-bomb-on-me.html' title='He dropped a bomb on me....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-111625510857298861</id><published>2005-05-16T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T07:51:48.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time for the Music</title><content type='html'>Ok, this weekend was the first lake weekend!!  I am just a little pink, the SPF 30 kicked some sun ray's butts! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, the family played it's friendly game of poker.  We play 30 minutes sessions of Texas Hold'em, the buy-in is a huge $1.  I won both rounds!  Yeah for me!!  $16 richer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning, all eight of us got up fairly early and went to Shangri-La to play 9 holes of golf.  Last year, I started playing and was pretty good.  This year, I suck!  But, everyone had fun, so it was a great trip.  When we returned to the house, there was a baby deer in one of the flowerbeds.  It was so small and cute!  We were pretty worried about it, but by Sunday morning, the mom and came and taken it home!  We were glad, but Scott just laughed.   He couldn't understand why everyone was so concerned about the baby deer, when in November, Bubba and Jeff will be out hunting them....don't fret, they won't be hunting the babies.  Plus, they aren't very good shots anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Sunday, we all went to church.  Church at the lake used to be awesome.  It was a 40-45 minute mass, with an entrance and an exit song.  That was it.  Now, there is a new priest and he used to teach Drama at Notre Dame.  That's cool, but his services run 60-75 minutes.  When you are at the lake, (or anywhere for that matter) that is too dang long.  So, Sunday, he somehow managed to wrap it up in about 55 minutes, then spent some time going over all of the bulletin announcements.  Then, he opened the floor for anyone to announce anything they wanted.  After about 10 minutes of this, an old guy in a wheelchair gave his announcement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's time for the music"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone laughed, and the exit song began.  Thank goodness!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-111625510857298861?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/111625510857298861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=111625510857298861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111625510857298861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111625510857298861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-time-for-music.html' title='It&apos;s Time for the Music'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-111599968789217172</id><published>2005-05-13T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T08:54:47.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Previous Life.....</title><content type='html'>I think I might have been a fat black man in a previous life.  I am really feeling the blues today, glad I have a lot of MP3's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I could just find some low-cal soul food!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-111599968789217172?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/111599968789217172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=111599968789217172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111599968789217172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111599968789217172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/05/previous-life.html' title='Previous Life.....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-111599957121368688</id><published>2005-05-13T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T08:52:51.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marvin Gaye</title><content type='html'>Ok, I figured out something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin Gaye can put me in a good mood! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no mountain high enough, ain't no valley low enough!  Rock on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-111599957121368688?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/111599957121368688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=111599957121368688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111599957121368688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111599957121368688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/05/marvin-gaye.html' title='Marvin Gaye'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-111599437932014877</id><published>2005-05-13T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T07:26:19.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragile Little Worlds</title><content type='html'>We have been deploying new computers to our users.  Instead of people being happy and/or excited about their new computers, all they do is whine about how different everything is.  Their worlds have ended because their icons look a little bit different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step One for new computer delivery:&lt;br /&gt;Have user step away from old compter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Two for new computer delivery:&lt;br /&gt;Switch computers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Three for new computer delivery:&lt;br /&gt;Run like hell before the idiot user has time to start the new pc.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Four for new computer delivery:&lt;br /&gt;Change phone numbers......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Five for new computer delivery:&lt;br /&gt;Go to the cantina for lunch, partake in liquid diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Six for new computer delivery:&lt;br /&gt;Finally answer the phone as new user has hit the Orange National Security Level of panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Seven for new computer delivery:&lt;br /&gt;Try to calmly explain to them that the computer works the same way as before, yes things do look a little differently, but rest assured, everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Eight (the next day) for new computer delivery:&lt;br /&gt;Spend all morning resetting passwords for the user who received new computers because now everything is different and they have forgotten how to wipe their own asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, still holding at 172! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-111599437932014877?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/111599437932014877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=111599437932014877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111599437932014877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111599437932014877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/05/fragile-little-worlds.html' title='Fragile Little Worlds'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-111591934068003178</id><published>2005-05-12T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T10:35:40.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first laugh in 2 days</title><content type='html'>Tee-hee, I farted and it made a funny sound!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-111591934068003178?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/111591934068003178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=111591934068003178' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111591934068003178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111591934068003178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-first-laugh-in-2-days.html' title='My first laugh in 2 days'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-111581520418622766</id><published>2005-05-11T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T05:40:20.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not completely losers....</title><content type='html'>My Tuesday night softball team managed to keep composure long enough to win 3rd place! Yeah for us!! It was actually hot last night, instead of being cold. I guess that happens when the seasons change......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays food and activities:&lt;br /&gt;Cranberry Almond Breakfast bar-120 calories&lt;br /&gt;King Size bag of Reeses-200 calories&lt;br /&gt;Grab Bag of Doritos-260 calories&lt;br /&gt;Grilled Chicken Casear Wraps, small cup of Jello-230 calories&lt;br /&gt;Hot Dog at the ball park-probably 300 calories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 miles running/jogging around the neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;35 minutes on stability, exercise ball&lt;br /&gt;2 softball games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, I'm tired today! Weight: 172 (however, I'm sure most of it is just water after sweating for about 4 hours in the warm air last night)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-111581520418622766?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/111581520418622766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=111581520418622766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111581520418622766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111581520418622766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/05/not-completely-losers.html' title='Not completely losers....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-111572920394978441</id><published>2005-05-10T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T05:46:43.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does anyone work here?</title><content type='html'>I thought my morning post would be how I am obviously invisible today.  In the parking garage, some guy arrived the same time I did.  I said "good morning" as I was getting out of my car and he just looked at me.  Then, about 25 seconds later, the girl that runs the little snack shop was having problems opening the door.  As it closed on her, she was trying to open it again, I said "wait a sec, I'll get it" and she still kept trying to get the door......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the elevator, I just decided I was invisible.  UNTIL....dun dun dun.....I got to my email to see that I had 30 messages from a server that was supposed to be rebooted by our admin at 3 am.  Obviously, the reboot didn't work.  The funny thing is, he received the same 30 emails, but he also received 30 pages to his phone.  Guess it wasn't that big of a deal, you know, servers being down and everything.  So, I call him at 7:10.  By this time, I have discovered that the server actually isn't down, it is just not accepting anyone's login.  So, I can fix this, or I can restart the entire thing.  Of course, he doesn't answer his phone!!  Why do we even give him a stinkin' phone?!?!  So, I wait.  I wait some more.  Then, after about 2 minutes, I decide I have much better stuff to do, like the crossword sitting on my desk, and decide to go back down to my floor.  (I live on 17, the server room is on 20!)  However, before I leave, I enable logins on the server so people who are here, and have to answer for their actions, are able to work on said server.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I get back here to my desk, I realize that our email is not sending mail.  Crap, back up to the server room I go!!  I'm not sure what it's problem was, but am also blaming it on the network admin.   You make think that I am quick to throw blame, but after being here for 4 years, that tends to be the case 9 out of 10 times.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone is ringing....it's now 7:44 and he is just calling me from 30 minutes ago....seems irritated that I didn't restart the server.....TOO DAMN BAD, ANSWER YOUR STINKIN' PHONE WHEN I CALL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive note, I walked/ran 2 miles last night and spent 35 minutes on the stability ball, listening to some super skinny chick talk about my core muscles.  Ahhhh, the wonder of VHS tape, the people talk right to me, in my living room!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's weight: 175&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you aren't supposed to weigh every day, but I need CONSTANT nagging or I'll start to slip again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-111572920394978441?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/111572920394978441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=111572920394978441' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111572920394978441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111572920394978441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/05/does-anyone-work-here.html' title='Does anyone work here?'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-111564878672566197</id><published>2005-05-09T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T07:26:26.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The chunky-ness that is me!</title><content type='html'>Ok, world, prepare yourself for some horrific news.  I am about to be (probably) the first woman ever to volunteer her weight.  Yes, here on the internet, I'm going to tell all.  I am hoping that I can shame myself into sticking with diet and exercise.  For the past few years, I have put on weight, but is somehow surprising to me (in my warped mind) because I am fairly active.  My problem is, that I can somehow justify every cheeseburger, taco, or piece of candy that I stuff into my every expanding body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My honey has been losing weight all year.  Last week, he told me how much he weighs and I now weigh more than my boyfriend.  I am officially the chunky chick.  I know I am not fat, but I'm getting close.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, starting today, I am exercising MORE and eating LESS!!  I am also going to attempt to eat healthier, although I can't make too many promises about that.  It seems as soon as I decide to do that, I fall apart and for some reason absolutely cannot eat healthy.  It is pretty surprising because I eat a lot of healthy food!  I will be posting the food that I cram in my mouth, so you might start to get bored if you are reading this site.  However, I'm not too concerned about that, I'm more concerned with the fact that I will be &lt;strong&gt;posting my weight on the internet&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I start out at 176!  Can you believe it!?!  I can't, therfore I must tell the world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, so far today, I have had a cranberry almond breakfast bar that contained 140 calories.  Alas, no exercise, as I could not get out of bed this morning, but plannning (I WILL DO IT) on exercising tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-111564878672566197?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/111564878672566197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=111564878672566197' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111564878672566197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111564878672566197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/05/chunky-ness-that-is-me.html' title='The chunky-ness that is me!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-111530626270243428</id><published>2005-05-05T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T08:17:42.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duh?  Do you know what that means?</title><content type='html'>I guy I work with just stopped by to ask what I thought it meant when another co-worker's door was shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could just look at him.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why have I been cursed to work with morons?  I went to school, I've paid my dues (well, actually still paying those loans, but....) why do I get to work with all the morons?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-111530626270243428?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/111530626270243428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=111530626270243428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111530626270243428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111530626270243428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/05/duh-do-you-know-what-that-means.html' title='Duh?  Do you know what that means?'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-111530155844163427</id><published>2005-05-05T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T06:59:18.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONG Sucks</title><content type='html'>In the winter of '03, there were billboards all over Tulsa that promoted the website ongsucks.com.  I never went to the site, I didn't want to anger the people responsible for keeping me warm!  However, I might go visit it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I received a bil for $227.09!!  The last 2 bills I had received were for $6.78.  Now, I'm not a total dummy, I know that they should have been more than $6.78.  I called ONG this morning to find out that my meter had quit working, that was the reason for $6.78 bills for 2 months.  Supposedly, they replaced the meter on April 28th.  Do they have to turn off the gas to replace the meter???  If so, I don't think they replaced the meter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smarty-pants at ONG determined the $227.09 amount from looking at last year's bills for the months of February, March, and April.  Uh, I didn't live there last year and I'm pretty sure I keep my house colder than the previous homeowners.  I'm pretty sure of this because I keep my house &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;COLD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  Right now, my thermostat is set on 60!!  When I became upset with this, the guy on the phone told me that they do mark the amount down by 10%.  Here's a thought, when a technician goes out to read the meter and sees &lt;strong&gt;that it does not work&lt;/strong&gt;, change the meter then, don't wait 2 more stinkin' months!!  I guarantee that my "actual" bill would not have been that high!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRR!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-111530155844163427?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/111530155844163427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=111530155844163427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111530155844163427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111530155844163427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/05/ong-sucks.html' title='ONG Sucks'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12652995.post-111523166612954154</id><published>2005-05-04T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T06:50:48.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicidal Canadian Geese</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I play softball 2-3 times per week on co-ed teams. On Tuesday, I was playing in the outfield (which I'm not very good), when I heard the "warm air" sound of Canadian Geese flying overhead. Flying RIGHT over my head in the outfield, soaring TOWARDS the infield, simply daring someone to hit the ball at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should have known that something was strange, for later that game, I hit a home run. A perfectly good home run, because I earned it, not because the other team made mistakes, or the field was short, or anything. It was a completely legitimate home run, the first one I can remember in my adult life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12652995-111523166612954154?l=cdaigle103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/feeds/111523166612954154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12652995&amp;postID=111523166612954154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111523166612954154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12652995/posts/default/111523166612954154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdaigle103.blogspot.com/2005/05/suicidal-canadian-geese.html' title='Suicidal Canadian Geese'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287826535481351311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5671/320/P9300004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
