<?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-4593194250080394633</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:23:25.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggin on the Grind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04235324408783264143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/S7u-Y1Ah2vI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VKT--VWRDJ4/S220/Easter+2010+006.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593194250080394633.post-974980667237876989</id><published>2010-03-14T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T14:59:01.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March Madness is Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/S51SQ3WNTGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/MsXGEuV4b3s/s1600-h/March+2010+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/S51SQ3WNTGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/MsXGEuV4b3s/s200/March+2010+027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448601573876649058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;March started on a high...&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On March 1st, Greg and I decided on this house. The house has 1.5 acres, 3200 sq. ft., 2 bedrooms, 2 master suites, 3 bathrooms, an average sized eat-in kitchen, a formal dining room (which we are turning into Greg's office), a large living room, a screened in porch, in ground pool, and a four car garage. The house needs a fence for the poopies, a sidewalk to the front door (the current owners have people enter through the garage), the driveway completely concreted, and shutters.  Other than that we just need to add our touches to it. We should close on the house in the next three weeks and should be moved in by the end of April. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week was a little less happy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On March 9th, my father called and threatened to commit suicide. After hours of drama he was committed to the psychiatric unit at the local hospital.  He apparently has been 'investing' in several internet scams which have left him without a home, a vehicle, and broke. His doctor isn't sure what the next step should be. My father will admit that the situation is a scam but in the next statement tell you how rich he is going to be. I'm not sure what his next step will be but it seems like he has a long road a head of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week has been better...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greg and I went this weekend to pick up the antiques in my fathers storage unit before they were auctioned off. It's great to get my grandparents antiques. I might have a possible temp job starting next week. Today, Greg and I sold the camper.  It was sad to see it but the ladies who bought it will take good care of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm crossing my fingers that the madness of March is over. I don't think it is but I'm hopeful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4593194250080394633-974980667237876989?l=blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/feeds/974980667237876989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4593194250080394633&amp;postID=974980667237876989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/974980667237876989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/974980667237876989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-madness-is-right.html' title='March Madness is Right'/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04235324408783264143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/S7u-Y1Ah2vI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VKT--VWRDJ4/S220/Easter+2010+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/S51SQ3WNTGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/MsXGEuV4b3s/s72-c/March+2010+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593194250080394633.post-4112288506010107992</id><published>2010-03-02T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T15:13:31.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;The last several weeks have been filled with house and job hunting. Greg and I have been debating the last several weeks debating over building verses buying. We have weighted all the options and in the end we still aren't sure what we want to do. We have decided to look at this next round of  houses (about 20) and if none of these pan out we will build on this 1.35 acre lot. I am having little luck in the job area. The market is slow everywhere and apparently I have moved into an odd economic area (hurray for me) according to my temp agency. I am going to sign up for substitute teaching next week so at least I will have some income coming in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;On a more interesting note, I spent the weekend in Illinois. On Thursday, February 25th, Jessica (John and Sue's daughter that was removed my DSS) turn 18 so John and Sue flew her and her adopted mom, Irene, to Illinois. It was very exciting and scary all at the same time. I really enjoyed spending time with Jessica. We watched movies and did some shopping. I am looking forward to visiting her in NC in the next couple months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4593194250080394633-4112288506010107992?l=blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4112288506010107992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4593194250080394633&amp;postID=4112288506010107992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/4112288506010107992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/4112288506010107992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-hunt.html' title='On the Hunt'/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04235324408783264143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/S7u-Y1Ah2vI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VKT--VWRDJ4/S220/Easter+2010+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593194250080394633.post-4762922572597630638</id><published>2010-01-11T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:11:22.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; We have found a house we like and we started the buying process. I am hopeful that this is supposed to be our home. The house has an insteresting lay out and can easily transformed into our house. The house (link below) has 90% of what we want. It is missing the privacy fence for the poopies and a pool and hot tub. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.kaarmls.com/property/view.asp?MLSID=678736"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ttp://&lt;/span&gt;public.kaarmls.com/property/view.asp?MLSID=678736&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Random Pics of new &amp;amp; old family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425597576686319074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/S0uYP_ybteI/AAAAAAAAAGM/RO0zylhgUW0/s200/2009+Christmas+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bekah (Greg's 16 yr old niece) with some of her Christmas presents. Sahara claimed her snuggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425604510190656834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/S0uejlGr3UI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ikgAhGZnxgU/s200/2009+Christmas+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sssshhhhhh!!! Sahara is napping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425597577550460978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/S0uYQDAdeDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/9n9_q7V5rTA/s200/2009+Christmas+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jo Jo (left- Greg's dog) and Lena (right- Josh's dog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425601984444638354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/S0ucQj96JJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/F2z2PuBkMHs/s200/Halloween+2009+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reece (Greg's 16 yr old), Greg, Carson (Greg's 13 yr old)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425601977257145314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/S0ucQJMRs-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/NtWipvHlbpc/s200/IMG00231+00000.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carson and Sahara; the antlers lasted long enough for the picture to be taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425601972371698290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/S0ucP2_fsnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mNds_t5bdSc/s200/IMG00176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Savanah (Greg's 11 yr old niece and Bekah's sister) with Sahara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425607009948815090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/S0ug1FbeTvI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mO3o512oofk/s200/Halloween+2009+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Greg and I at Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425607008449905410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/S0ug0_2GwwI/AAAAAAAAAHc/CQWqshTlk9Q/s200/Halloween+2009+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Josh and I at Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4593194250080394633-4762922572597630638?l=blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4762922572597630638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4593194250080394633&amp;postID=4762922572597630638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/4762922572597630638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/4762922572597630638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/2010/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04235324408783264143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/S7u-Y1Ah2vI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VKT--VWRDJ4/S220/Easter+2010+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/S0uYP_ybteI/AAAAAAAAAGM/RO0zylhgUW0/s72-c/2009+Christmas+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593194250080394633.post-9090751549935961629</id><published>2010-01-04T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:22:50.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Partial Relocation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I am semi moved. I say semi because I only a 25% of my stuff and the rest is in storage. Ugh!!We are debating between building and buying. We are leaning toward buying now and building later. Our dream would be to have a house on several acres on Lake Norris. Currently there are not a lot of options at Lake Norris in our price range. We have already visited several properties but only found one house we wanted to look at. The house has many of the things we need (4 rms, lg kitchen, at least a 2 car garage, place for dogs, space between us and the neighbors) plus some extras we planned to purchase (pool, hot tub, jacuzzi tub, fire place). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fredmcbride.com/index.cfm/Featured-Listings-421.html?event=listingDetail&amp;amp;ListingID=331883"&gt;http://www.fredmcbride.com/index.cfm/Featured-Listings-421.html?event=listingDetail&amp;amp;ListingID=331883&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no job but I spent 3 hrs searching today. I have an appointment with Office Team (the temp agency I worked with in KY) tomorrow to sign my tax forms so I can start work as soon as something becomes available. The good news is the economy is picking up here so finding a job shouldn't be that hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4593194250080394633-9090751549935961629?l=blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/feeds/9090751549935961629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4593194250080394633&amp;postID=9090751549935961629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/9090751549935961629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/9090751549935961629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/2010/01/partial-relocation.html' title='Partial Relocation'/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04235324408783264143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/S7u-Y1Ah2vI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VKT--VWRDJ4/S220/Easter+2010+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593194250080394633.post-1269734923899179902</id><published>2009-08-06T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:11:52.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused in transition; Let your intiution be your guide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am, obviously, not a good blogger because good bloggers should block regularly; shouldn't they? As my blog will tell you balance in my new personal challenge. For me, my life changed quickly in the last 6 months. I am slowly but surely working on getting my life where I want it to be. So, where am I now Before we get there lets talk about the last year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I knew moving to Louisville would bring a lot of changes in my life and I was right. These changes have challenged me to take a closer look at my life and I realized I needed to make some changes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tweaked my friendship with Josh. The tweaking was hard but necessary. I think we fought more in the first 6 months of his move to Louisville than we had in the last 10 years; but where there is growth there is usually growing pains. The separation caused both Josh and I stand on our own two feet in life instead of rely so much on the other. I was able to see how I took on the responsibility of hold Josh accountable for the things that he did not do so essentially I was mothering him. About the time this tweak was worked out Greg and I started dated. This transition was hard for Josh and oddly easy for me. He felt as though he wasn't as important to me. After few heartfelt conversations our friendship is the best it has ever been! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ended my friendship with Riley. As you may know I toyed with this idea on and off for a long time. I don't know that I can pin point the exact reason I kept him in my life (though many of you have your own feels about this) for so long other than there was just something about him that I really liked. In all honestly, I think there was something about his potential that I really liked. We all know that you can't like someone for their potential, you have to like for who they are. I know there is a part of me that could not let go of the hurt that I felt over how he treated me the week before I moved or how he behaved once he was in Louisville. I have let go of those hurt feelings and there is a small part of me that feels a loss without him in my life but I have no regrets about the choice that I made so I know it was the right one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With my eyes wide open I jumped into a relationship with Greg. Within a month or two we were talking about marriage and living together. I knew that things were moving fast but I was (am) enjoying the ride. It was a nice feeling to not be so calculated. The last couple months have been rocky. They haven't been horrible but haven't been a bowl of cherries either. Communication and balance are challenges in our relationship. Is is interesting how communication and balance aren't an issue when there is nothing at stake. I am not the world best communicator and I tend to be more confrontational than communicative especially when I have tried to be a 'good' communicator. I also want to hash everything out (leave no stone unturned) and not dice things up and deal with them a bit at a time. So we are working on how to communicate in way that works for both us of us and how to balance kids, jobs, needs, wants, responsibilities, and our relationship. Happily at the end of each day I have no regrets.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where am I now? I am continuing to challenge myself to find better balance in my life. There are a two specific areas of my life I want to focus on: health, spirituality. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Health: I was walking 3 to 5 miles a day when I lived at Josh's. I was walking when I moved to Greg's but it is a longer drive so I didn't walk as frequently. Greg and I joined a gym the local gym but I ended up not being impressed with it. So last week I started the Power 90 workout program that Josh bought and never used. Although I have not worked out this week (because I haven't arrive at home before 8 pm) I am really enjoying the workout program. I am also working on how to eat better in Louisville. I am not impressed with food options here. The fresh food doesn't last long so to eat they way I like I have to make several trips to the store a week which is very frustrating. I think my biggest issue is I am not inspired to do be a creative cook. All the 'good' grocery stores (Fresh Market, Whole Foods) are so far out of the way that I can't go there on a regular basis; they are also twice as expensive as the general grocery stores. Not very economical. I am hoping things will be better when we move to Knoxville. (Crossing fingers) I have already seen a huge Earthfare not far from the area of town we want to live in. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spirituality: Greg is a Christian and attends a Baptist church on a semi regularly basis when he is in Knoxville. Religion and his faith are important to him. I have been to his church several times and I don't mind it. I like the preacher, Rocky. He is a no-nonsense, straight talker. His sermons are reality based. Like last week was about Definite Responsibility which basically boiled down to you are responsible for the kind of relationships you have with people. I haven't been to a sermon of his when I couldn't apply something to my life. This being said Greg and I struggle because he embraces Jesus and all that encompasses that and I, on the other hand, embrace our ability to coexist with the same purpose. My struggle boils down to what I believe is the hypocrisy of organized religions....our way is the only way....makes me want to scream TOLERANCE, ACCEPTANCE! And ask how can you preach love and acceptance but teach that homosexuality is a sin? The good thing is that basically Greg and I have the same values because clearly our spiritual believes will never be on the same page but hopefully we will continue to work on staying on common ground.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A few pics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377302757491858178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/SqAEXiYH2wI/AAAAAAAAADs/zn0cF3J9W5w/s200/Family+Reunion+09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Greg, Carson, Me @ Family Reunion in June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377303054615527090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/SqAEo1P7PrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/afNSROWhB9Q/s200/Family+Visit.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Greg and I visiting the family in March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4593194250080394633-1269734923899179902?l=blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1269734923899179902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4593194250080394633&amp;postID=1269734923899179902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/1269734923899179902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/1269734923899179902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/2009/08/confused-in-transition-let-your.html' title='Confused in transition; Let your intiution be your guide'/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04235324408783264143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/S7u-Y1Ah2vI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VKT--VWRDJ4/S220/Easter+2010+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/SqAEXiYH2wI/AAAAAAAAADs/zn0cF3J9W5w/s72-c/Family+Reunion+09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593194250080394633.post-6409614760187447125</id><published>2008-11-22T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:11:33.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Step</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Today I went to my first metaphysical class. It was great to meet some people in the area who are working on and/or learning about their abilities. The class is an eight week long class but we are going to break it up into two classes a month starting in January. Today was just an over view of what the eight classes will be teaching. Through out the classes Charlotte and Yvonne (the ladies who are teaching the classes) will provide suggested reading and research materials and a list of people in the area who have positive reputations. I am very excited to learn more about my abilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Louisville is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; area when it come to the metaphysical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;realm&lt;/span&gt;. There are a large number of people involved in the metaphysical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;realm&lt;/span&gt; but the community seems to be underground. It is almost a secret society that everyone knows exists but no one talks about. Most people say this is because 'we are in the bible belt'. I haven't quite figured out what the deal is. I know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Louisville&lt;/span&gt; is not as progressive as it likes to think it is even though it has a Metaphysical School. I would say that it is more progressive than the cities around it but no where near what it needs to be. I guess there is always room for growth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;There is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;definite&lt;/span&gt; need for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;metaphysical&lt;/span&gt; store. I know that there have been at least two in the past that have closed. I know there has to be a need with the amount of people in the area who are involved in this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;realm&lt;/span&gt;. The closest store is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cincinnati&lt;/span&gt;. I am going to check the store out in two weeks. I missed the psychic fair this weekend in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cincinnati&lt;/span&gt;, which is supposed to be huge, because I forgot about it. However forgetting about it allowed me to attend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;today's&lt;/span&gt; class. So, I will be doing some investigating in to why the metaphysical stores have not survived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4593194250080394633-6409614760187447125?l=blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6409614760187447125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4593194250080394633&amp;postID=6409614760187447125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/6409614760187447125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/6409614760187447125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-step.html' title='A New Step'/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04235324408783264143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/S7u-Y1Ah2vI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VKT--VWRDJ4/S220/Easter+2010+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593194250080394633.post-3252536850858736979</id><published>2008-11-06T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:24:57.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the fast lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;It is amazing how time flies whether you are having fun or not. In the last couple weeks, I have become extremely busy at work and am now working full time. (I was working 3/4 time.) HURRAY! I am starting to get a groove here in Louisville. (It is so hard to let go of the past comforts.) My navigation skills are building daily. I now know where the main roads intersect and can take different routes to get to where I want to going. I bought a new car last week. I had been sort of but not really looking. I found an '08 Hyundai Sonata I liked and created (with Josh's help) a deal I liked. It was sad to give up my Tiberon but I needed a car that Sahara could be comfortable in. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265715798351529922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/SROUnqDnx8I/AAAAAAAAADc/RenmpiWSJCo/s200/IMG00035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Josh and I spent this week contemplating being respite providers. The first place we checked out paid $40 for level 5 kids. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the level of behaviors for children, level 5 is hospitalization level.  For me, $40 doesn't cut it. I have no idea what other companies pay but I feel respite is a big commitment. It is a nice second job which is why we originally considered respite and we could check out other providers but I think this is something we should think about at a later date. So, I will be searching for a second job in the next couple of weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4593194250080394633-3252536850858736979?l=blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/feeds/3252536850858736979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4593194250080394633&amp;postID=3252536850858736979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/3252536850858736979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/3252536850858736979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-in-fast-lane.html' title='Life in the fast lane'/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04235324408783264143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/S7u-Y1Ah2vI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VKT--VWRDJ4/S220/Easter+2010+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/SROUnqDnx8I/AAAAAAAAADc/RenmpiWSJCo/s72-c/IMG00035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593194250080394633.post-3204378463666969415</id><published>2008-10-20T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T17:13:02.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heat Is On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Last night it is was actually cold enough to turn on the heat. It is a little sad because I know the snow is coming and I am not prepared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Anyway, I have some catching up to do.  I have been very busy working on my life for the last couple weeks. I had a great first week. I was focus and meditating every day. I got very busy the second week but still managed to meditate at least 3 times. As the second week came to end, I was politely reminded by my co-workers that Josh offered our house for a BBQ and they would like to call in the request. So, I planned a menu (ribs, deviled eggs, mac &amp;amp; cheese, baked beans, salad, pumpkin pie, pumpkin pie with pecan crumble, and cherry pie), grocery shopped, and prepped anything I could before last Friday night. I got up bright and early Saturday morning to head to Glendale Days which is a huge craft fair. The plan was to meet at Margie's at 8:15 so we could be at breakfast at a co-workers Mother-in-Laws house at 9. This was the plan until I ruined it with frustration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Here is what happened...I was up and in the shower on time. As I got out of the shower, I woke Josh up and he bailed which was okay even though I hate last minute cancels. I finished getting ready and headed out the door with a vague knowledge of where I was going. As I drove around town, a vague knowledge turned into slight confusion which turned into utter confusion. My confusion turned into frustration which almost had me turning home. Finally, I pulled over to gain control of the situation. I googled (LOVE my Blackberry Curve!) where I was going and headed on my way. I should point out the entire driving ordeal was 45 minutes. Once I was able to recognize where my frustration was coming from (life stress, hunger, irritation at my lack of knowledge and tardiness) the day turn around quickly. I spent the next 6 or 7 hrs gabbing with Margie, searching through three antique barns for who knows what, and contemplating the exact definition of a craft. I snubbed the non-crafters. I need a shirt that says "I snub non-crafters". Cindy, you would have made a killing at this craft fair because there was nothing like what you have to offer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;After an exhausted day, I went home to baked pies. I finally got to bed around 1 AM. I woke up around 8 to get the ribs going and do some cleaning touch ups on the house. I had everything ready at 12:30 and the guys showed up 1 so I did very well. I tried Knob Creek Whiskey. It gave me chilled literally. I think everyone left around 5 or 6.  Josh and I took a ride in his new Honda Element which he purchased on Saturday. By the time we got home I was so exhausted I went to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The End....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4593194250080394633-3204378463666969415?l=blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/feeds/3204378463666969415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4593194250080394633&amp;postID=3204378463666969415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/3204378463666969415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/3204378463666969415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/2008/10/heat-is-on.html' title='The Heat Is On'/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04235324408783264143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/S7u-Y1Ah2vI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VKT--VWRDJ4/S220/Easter+2010+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593194250080394633.post-2708875590884167146</id><published>2008-10-05T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:23:39.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;is weekend was full of adventures. Saturday, I attempted to find some 3/4 sleeve shirts because it is getting a tad bit chilly lately. I searched Kohls, New York &amp;amp; Co, and Old Navy but no luck. I really dislike the styles of shirts that are out. I think I might have to try on-line shopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Later that evening, Josh and I were suppose to go to a Murder Mystery Dinner Show but we bailed on that, thankfully. I think Murder Mysteries are great ideas and would love to go to one but no with the people who were throwing this one. The dinner show benefited the Kentucky Pride Festival which is a good cause &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/SOlu5buCxVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-Nl0qyY5wAA/s1600-h/Danger+Run.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253852373276869970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/SOlu5buCxVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-Nl0qyY5wAA/s200/Danger+Run.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;however the people organize the Pride Festival are not the most organized bunch. Instead of the Murder Mystery, we participated in the 14th Annual Danger Run. The Danger Run is "the most fun you will ever have in a car". {&lt;a href="http://dangerrun.com/"&gt;http://dangerrun.com/&lt;/a&gt;} Josh, Kristy, Greg, and I each paid $14.95 to get a free cheeseburger from DQ and free tickets to two haunted houses. The basic idea is you start at a Lowe's where you receive a 'map' of your course for the evening. The 'map' is about 14 clues that you lead you on a path through Louisville and Jeffersonville, IN. The idea is to solve the clues to get you to each destination in the appropriate amount of miles. I am not sure how we did mileage wise but we had an ABSOLUTE blast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;We did go throw one haunted house that night which is called Psychomania. I can't remember the last time I laughed that hard. If I had not used the bathroom before the haunted house I would have totally wet myself. Here is why...Josh and I love haunted houses and Kristy and Greg enjoy them but get scared easily; therefore Josh entered the haunted house first followed by Kristy, Greg, and myself. We we traveled through the twist and turns Greg kept reminding us that he was going to wet himself and Kristy clung to Josh like plastic wrap. At one point Kristy got so scared she bit Josh on his back; I still haven't figured this out but I could not contain my laughter. Josh dropped Kristy like a bad habit so she attached herself Greg's back. You could not put a piece of paper between them. We came around a corner where a lady in black was directing us to keep going and this guy jumped out and screamed something and Greg yelled, "Christ on a cracker!". The lady tried her hardest not to laugh but snickered a little bit. The guy who jumped out was so surprised by Greg's comment that he couldn't say anything. I however was double over in laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Our adventure started around 7ish and ended at 12:30 which includes one haunted house. We drove about 74 miles and 20 of those miles were "what the hell did that clue say" miles. I think not too shabby for our first Danger Run. Oh, the Grand Prize is $2000 and the second place prize is $500 is gas cards. We will find out the winner about Thanksgiving time. Cross your fingers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/SOlznMqXMNI/AAAAAAAAADM/AaQGQGFQlzs/s1600-h/Yellow+Brick+Road+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253857557555392722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/SOlznMqXMNI/AAAAAAAAADM/AaQGQGFQlzs/s200/Yellow+Brick+Road+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On Sunday, Josh, Margie (a new friend), and I went to the 52nd St. James Court Art Show. {&lt;a href="http://www.stjamescourtartshow.com/"&gt;http://www.stjamescourtartshow.com/&lt;/a&gt;} The show took place in Old Louisville. I saw a lot of art that I had never seen before. The artist came from all over the USA, from Philly to Denver and Ohio to Alabama. I have no idea how many booths were actually there but it took the three of us 4 hrs to view 3/4th of the booths. Margie bought her man a wire statue of Jack Skellington from The Nightmare Before Christmas. Josh bought a wooden horse and rider cutout for his Dad's Christmas present, a candle holder for the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dining room table which can also double as a dip server, three pieces of glassworks for the living room windows, and some too cute pictures of sheep. &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I bought something for Jac and Jeff and a too cute picture of a sheep for my bathroom. As an aside, you can see by the picture above I have there are some interesting vehicles in Louisville. This truck I have deemed the 'Yellow Brick Road' truck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/SOl0w2kXvYI/AAAAAAAAADU/yHLMIxDa6EY/s1600-h/Tub+Baathing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253858822935002498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/SOl0w2kXvYI/AAAAAAAAADU/yHLMIxDa6EY/s200/Tub+Baathing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                               &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;This is the picture I bought for my bathroom. The name of this picture is "Tub Baathing". I think it is absolutely adorable. Josh got three pictures like this one and I will attach them tomorrow because you will have to see them to believe them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4593194250080394633-2708875590884167146?l=blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/feeds/2708875590884167146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4593194250080394633&amp;postID=2708875590884167146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/2708875590884167146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/2708875590884167146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/2008/10/busy-busy-bee.html' title='Busy, Busy Bee'/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04235324408783264143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/S7u-Y1Ah2vI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VKT--VWRDJ4/S220/Easter+2010+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/SOlu5buCxVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-Nl0qyY5wAA/s72-c/Danger+Run.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593194250080394633.post-771574774784474660</id><published>2008-09-29T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:22:55.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I am a bad girl. I slacked off on my blogging for the last 28 days but I am back now. Hopefully, I will get you caught up without leaving anything out. Lets get started...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;On Sunday the 14th hurricane force winds blew through &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/SOFI_FH1IBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JoYMh355KBk/s1600-h/Tree+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251558889034686482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="170" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/SOFI_FH1IBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JoYMh355KBk/s200/Tree+2.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Louisville. Due to the lack of rain, t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;he 70 to 80 mph winds up rooted several trees including &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;one in my back yard. The tree knocked down the fence, as you can see, and did a little damage to Betty's, our neighbor, garage gutters. I was never out of power at the house, thankfully, though I was out of power at work until Wednesday September 24th. The storm cost $15 mil for all the power companies to restore power which took them a week and a half.  I think that is not too shabby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;On Monday the 22nd, I joined a walking group that is coincidentally organized by Teresa who lives in my neighborhood that had thyroid cancer which caused her to gain weight which encouraged her to start this group.  The group has a couple guys in it but, of course, mainly women. The group typically walks at E. P. Tom Sawyer which has a dirt bike trail. How cool is that? We have just branched out to start walking at Cherokee Park which is my favorite park. We are also discussing weekend activities. It is a great way for me to socialize and meet people in the area. One of the girls in our group just finished her Masters Degree at the Theater of Arts apparently she is a great costume designer. The group with the exception of the costume designer (I wish I could think of her name but I only met her once.) doesn't exactly walk at my exercising speed but I really enjoy the socializing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;On Friday the 26th, my family (Grandma, Mom, Dad, Aunt and Uncle) arrived to spend the weekend celebrating my Grandma's 80th birthday which is really today. We ate at Buckhead (a local steakhouse) on the Ohio River for dinner Friday night. On Saturday, we visited the Glassworks factory where I picked out Tabetha's Yule present that I intend to purchase when I win the lottery because that is the only way I could afford to buy her a $4,000 present. Sorry, Love! We spent the remainder of the day in Bardstown which is one of the oldest cities in Kentucky. That night we ate dinner at the Claudia Sanders Dinner House (&lt;a href="http://www.claudiasanders.com/"&gt;http://www.claudiasanders.com/&lt;/a&gt;). The dinner was great! The service was outstanding. I have never been to a restaurant when I never had to ask for anything. My family left Sunday after picking up my Dad's sister from the Airport. After they left, I napped. I can't remember the last time I napped but I was totally exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Alright you are currently up to date!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4593194250080394633-771574774784474660?l=blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/feeds/771574774784474660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4593194250080394633&amp;postID=771574774784474660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/771574774784474660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/771574774784474660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/2008/09/bad-girl.html' title='Bad Girl!'/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04235324408783264143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/S7u-Y1Ah2vI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VKT--VWRDJ4/S220/Easter+2010+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/SOFI_FH1IBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JoYMh355KBk/s72-c/Tree+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593194250080394633.post-4276841526388996188</id><published>2008-09-01T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:25:06.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day of Labor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Today was supposed to be the day of labor. I, however, did no labor! I did lots of labor over the weekend. I helped Josh's parents put up half of our privacy fence. I used an auger, a post hole digger, and a hammer. My right arm hurt a little but my muscle is now bigger. I had a blister on my right pointer finger which is almost gone now. I also learned a valuable lesson about Louisville: never dig post holes during a dry season. The dirt was so hard and powdery. It took twice the amount of time it should have to dig one post hole. We put about 10 post holes and it took us 5 or 6 hrs. Needless to say I was glad for the rest today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;It was nice to have Josh's parents here. Josh and I showed them the victorian houses, brick streets, and beautiful architect of the city. We found a really great pizza place which is slightly over priced but I must say the best pizza I have every had. A small veggie pizza was $26. We visited the Falls of the Ohio which is a national park that shows that this area was once a sea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;My week ahead will be filled with the usual work and my daily workout routine. I will also be bathing Sahara, finishing my laundry, and sewing a husband (cushion) for Josh's classroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;In the month ahead, I have high hopes to find a part time job and better full time job. My parents, Grandma, Aunt, and Uncle will be visiting at the end of the month to celebrate my Grandma's 83rd (I think) birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Happy week to all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4593194250080394633-4276841526388996188?l=blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4276841526388996188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4593194250080394633&amp;postID=4276841526388996188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/4276841526388996188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/4276841526388996188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-of-labor.html' title='The Day of Labor'/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04235324408783264143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/S7u-Y1Ah2vI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VKT--VWRDJ4/S220/Easter+2010+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593194250080394633.post-8418450710057885812</id><published>2008-08-29T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T11:56:59.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday weekend or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Just in case you were not sure if this weekend is a holiday weekend or not. Ask yourself the following questions: Has the price of gas gone up since yesterday? Why yes it went up 21 cents. Did you see more police cars on your way home than usual? Again, yes I saw 4 when I usually see one or less. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;My big weekend plans are to spend time with Josh and his parents. I believe they are already in town. (Oh, Josh end up with pnemonia that stemmed from bronchitis which stemmed from strep throat. He is no longer contagious and should be able to return to work on Monday.) They will be heading back to North Carolina on Sunday. I was supposed to go home this weekend but with the rise of gas prices I decided to stay here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;A little side note to Tabetha who is flying with Ayla (who loves to fly) and Sophie (who hasn't flown in an airplane since she was born): I hope your flight went well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4593194250080394633-8418450710057885812?l=blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/feeds/8418450710057885812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4593194250080394633&amp;postID=8418450710057885812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/8418450710057885812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/8418450710057885812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/2008/08/holiday-weekend-or-not.html' title='Holiday weekend or not?'/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04235324408783264143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/S7u-Y1Ah2vI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VKT--VWRDJ4/S220/Easter+2010+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593194250080394633.post-8798967156559887708</id><published>2008-08-25T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:20:56.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/SLM4lx8OoeI/AAAAAAAAABA/06iwysIcNXQ/s1600-h/Puppies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238593013274288610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/SLM4lx8OoeI/AAAAAAAAABA/06iwysIcNXQ/s320/Puppies.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Zala &amp;amp; Sahara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;The roof is caving in! Oh, no it's the puppies running upstairs like they are in an auto race. They have been a little upset for the last day and a half because has locked himself in his room. On Sunday, Josh returned early from his camping trip with a 103 fever since his return he has been pumping himself with antibiotics, Nyquil, Goodies powder, and cough drops. He isn't feeling any better. I better not get this. I actually don't think I will get this because I think it has very little to do with a virus and more to do with the lifestyle he has been living the last few months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238594459652510786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/SLM55-Hq1EI/AAAAAAAAABI/dTXsjjI0hmQ/s320/Jeremy+as+Gulliver.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Jeremy as Gulliver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;One would think that Jeremy has know his family long enough to know that falling asleep in our present is a bad idea especially when it isn't bed time. Tisk, Tisk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238595432903241762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/SLM6ynwucCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zfHyYjqAKwY/s320/Sophie+on+her+rainbow+bug+81008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;The beautiful birthday girl on her birthday present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I have to admit the poor girl got jipped. She got clothes for her birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;day but only because she is moving and clothes are easier to pack than toys. She was such a trooper she was so tired she wasn't tired and we made her open presents and eat cake. We are horrible people! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238595943942079394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/SLM7QXh4Q6I/AAAAAAAAABY/ERp8ipwkhfA/s320/Ay-la+81008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Hey, Baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I am very impressed with Ayla. She was able to stay clothes for the entire party. As soon as the party was over she was na-KED. The beautiful naked girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Well, I am going to head to the park for a walk. I hope you enjoy the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4593194250080394633-8798967156559887708?l=blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/feeds/8798967156559887708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4593194250080394633&amp;postID=8798967156559887708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/8798967156559887708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/8798967156559887708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/2008/08/monday-monday.html' title='Monday, Monday'/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04235324408783264143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/S7u-Y1Ah2vI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VKT--VWRDJ4/S220/Easter+2010+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/SLM4lx8OoeI/AAAAAAAAABA/06iwysIcNXQ/s72-c/Puppies.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593194250080394633.post-9046532038011919341</id><published>2008-08-20T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T17:11:00.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I am not totally bumbed it's Wednesday. My week has been pretty productive. I returned from Asheville with a new view of my life and how to continue to improve myself. As I look back on the week so far I am curious as to what I have accomplished. Let's review....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Friday, I went to my first Kentucky State Fair here is Louisville.  The plan was to meet a couple coworkers of Josh's since we were all EXCITED about seeing Boys To Men in concert. Who knew they were still around? Well, not all of them are still around but I will get into that later. We met Josh's coworkers and right from the start I felt my tact leavemy body. It was there when I got out of the car and when I eyed the coworkers and their gang the tact left me like a bad habit. As Josh and I left the Valu Mart to the fair I just looked at him. I am sure the Valu Mart sounds like a step below Wal Mart but it is actually a step up. He turned to me and said, "I guessed but I had no idea. We only have to hang out with them long enough to be polite." How long is "long enough to be polite"? Where is Ms. Manners when you need her? Josh strategically park at a separate parking lot claiming it would be easier to get out of later tonight. We met at the big fountain. Now, I have never been to a fair that was primarily inside so I was a little taken back. I was also unimpressed by all the normal looking people. I didn't even see one mullet and I was promised to see several. I ate a yummy corndog and we headed to the beer tent.  After  discussion about why neither Josh nor myself feel the need to drink beer. Well Josh discussed as I rolled my eyes. At the tent, I told Josh I was done. I think I did very well it only took 10 minutes for me to become irritated. Josh politely ditched the coworkers and we walked the exhibits. We showed up at the Boys To Men concert as they entered the stage. It was great to see them and see all the teenagers that knew their music. Oh, Boys To Men went from four guys to three but they still sound great.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Saturday was less eventful. I had lunch with potential new friend and explained how my dates in Louisville are numbered. He was obviously slightly hurt and taken back by the news but was a trooper about the situation. He gave me a cool comic book about Budism which is also written in Chinese. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sunday is a blur so I have nothing to say about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Monday I received a funny picture of myself from one of the guys at work which I will attach tomorrow because apparently I forgot to send it to my personal email. UGH! Oh, I forgot to say that I met a Chiropractor at the fair who I decided to check out. Monday night I had my first adjustment with Dr. Lowe. It was a very up close and personal visit. He put my arms and legs in weird positions and I felt it afterwards. I did get good news from him which is my tail bone is not broke or fractured. Hurray! I probable did something to my L5 which is why I have butt pain. The other bad news is my neck is almost straight, my spine is curvy from left to right and my pelvic is twisted. Crap! The good new is $1500 will almost fix all of that. NOT! I only agreed to one visit a week. It isn't that I don't feel that the $1500 package isn't worth it but it isn't worth debt. The better news is he never gave me a speech about how I need to do the recommended visits, blah-blah, and never made me feel guilty about not having the money. It was a nice change of pace from my last chiropractor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tueday was a bore! And Hump Day felt more like Humpy Dumpty Day. The day took forever to get done as it is still not done yet. I am going to try a new workout routine tonight since I am still only sleeping 4 to 5 hrs a night. I am going to try running and walking in the hope that I will be so exhausted I will sleep. Keep your fingers crossed! The next time I write I will tell you about job prospects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4593194250080394633-9046532038011919341?l=blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/feeds/9046532038011919341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4593194250080394633&amp;postID=9046532038011919341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/9046532038011919341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/9046532038011919341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/2008/08/hump-day-blues.html' title='Hump Day Blues'/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04235324408783264143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/S7u-Y1Ah2vI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VKT--VWRDJ4/S220/Easter+2010+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593194250080394633.post-6352997448626169788</id><published>2008-08-15T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T14:48:05.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does Friday mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;At my job, it means you don't really have to show up if you are salary. At my insurance company, it means you only have to work until noon. For me, it means I get to sleep in tomorrow! Hurray! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Yesterday, was very uneventful. I finished most of my laundry. I tried out the new hammock which is quite lovely. I wish I had a hammock chair, though. Huff! (Where are the faces for this blog? I think I need faces.) I did a few home repairs like cleaned up the grout around my tub and cleaned off the paint from the tile around the bathroom. As I look around the freshly painted livingroom, I notice I am going to have to touch up the baseboards and fire place because Josh has trimming "down pat". I walked about 2.5 miles. I noticed last night that I sleep better when I walk as opposed to when I run. Who ever said I will never use the scientific method was wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Back to today...my boss was in California today so I completely bored off my tushie. I, as usual, had all my work completed by 12 so therefore did a little college research. Did you know that the University of Pheonix on line degree is almost a $1000 a class?  I mean seriously. Do the instructors come to your house and teach the class? I was doing college research because I was gypped by AB Tech. I should have 18 more credit than I do but AB Tech decided not to accept classes I took at Western Piedmont Community College. Now, I want to point out that those 18 credit are when I did the best I have ever done in college. Grh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4593194250080394633-6352997448626169788?l=blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6352997448626169788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4593194250080394633&amp;postID=6352997448626169788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/6352997448626169788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/6352997448626169788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-does-friday-mean.html' title='What does Friday mean?'/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04235324408783264143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/S7u-Y1Ah2vI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VKT--VWRDJ4/S220/Easter+2010+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593194250080394633.post-4092949415897760383</id><published>2008-08-12T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:55:05.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neccessary Evil, I suppose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663333;"&gt;Well, apparently &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;blogging is the new thing and I am way behind. Nothing new in my book. I have decided that this blog will be all truth and honesty. So, watch out readers. I know that "readers" translates to a few prime selected members of the human race. These readers, in my opinion, are the only people really worth talking to (and about) and if you asked them they would not deny this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Today, I am feeling sad. I am sad because it dawned on me today that I really lost a 'friend'. Now, those of you reading, namely Tabetha, will say and I quote, "He wasn't really a friend." I would agree with her but he was a part of my life what ever label you would like to put on him. Our relationship was unhealthy for me and had to be changed. He was unwilling to change and so I had to move on. (What is that I hear? What about Josh? Rome wasn't built in a day, Tabetha!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;A side note, this blog will be full of grammatical and spelling errors-deal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4593194250080394633-4092949415897760383?l=blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4092949415897760383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4593194250080394633&amp;postID=4092949415897760383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/4092949415897760383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4593194250080394633/posts/default/4092949415897760383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogginonthegrind.blogspot.com/2008/08/neccessary-evil-i-suppose.html' title='Neccessary Evil, I suppose'/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04235324408783264143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_95UX7Ngh6ew/S7u-Y1Ah2vI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VKT--VWRDJ4/S220/Easter+2010+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
