<?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-11146176</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:36:44.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Miss Behaved Angel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-114179848999631396</id><published>2006-03-07T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T22:14:50.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Moved</title><content type='html'>Please update your bookmarks to reflect the change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fallingintodreams.com/blog/"&gt;http://fallingintodreams.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-114179848999631396?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/114179848999631396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=114179848999631396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/114179848999631396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/114179848999631396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-have-moved.html' title='I Have Moved'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-114176526668436312</id><published>2006-03-07T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T13:01:06.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday</title><content type='html'>1) On a scale of 1-10, how modest are you? &lt;em&gt;How modest am I? Um, well, I am wee bit more modest than I used to be when I was younger. Not sure when that happened though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Have you ever had sex while you or your partner was tied up? &lt;em&gt;Yep, you bet your sweet ass I have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What is your greatest strength? Weakness? &lt;em&gt;My greatest strength...I dunno, maybe my high pain tolerance? This would apply to people that work my last nerve as well. My greatest weakness is my son...then again, aren't kids most women's weaknesses?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Have you ever gone to a motel for the sole purpose of having sex? &lt;em&gt;Yes, I am ashamed and not so ashamed to admit that I have done this on a couple of occasions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Have you ever had sex in the snow? Rain? &lt;em&gt;Nope...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus (as in "optional"): Have you ever stuffed your bra if you are female, or stuffed your pants if you are male? &lt;em&gt;Um, I have but only to see if I could make a bra fit better. Then I decided that it was a waste of TP and decided to get some chicken cutlets (women know what these are) instead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-114176526668436312?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/114176526668436312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=114176526668436312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/114176526668436312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/114176526668436312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2006/03/tmi-tuesday.html' title='TMI Tuesday'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-114160753731299880</id><published>2006-03-05T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T17:12:17.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Pace</title><content type='html'>*Yeesh!*&lt;br /&gt;I am such a glutton for punishment. Every year I sit through the boring ass show that is the Oscars, just to see what everyone is wearing and what jewels all the ladies are wearing. Anyone else just feel that the show is way to long and friggin' boring?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a couple posts ago, I mentioned my trip to the ER, and damn if I didn't come home with a damn cold. Thank the Lord for Zicam though. I might be a hell of a lot sicker than I am if I didn't take that shit. Just a word of advice, for those that may have not taken it and are considering it, do not, I mean, &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT&lt;/strong&gt; get the rapid melt tabs. That shit tastes so fucking nasty. Go for the oral spray or the nasal spray.&lt;br /&gt;I can't says that way too much is going on over here and you know, I am not even complaining about all this. I kinda like the slow pace of life for now...Just wait until I get damn bored in a few days, weeks, months, years, decades...etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-114160753731299880?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/114160753731299880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=114160753731299880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/114160753731299880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/114160753731299880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2006/03/cold-pace.html' title='Cold Pace'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-114152256896189083</id><published>2006-03-04T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T17:36:08.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The (Late Again) Friday Five</title><content type='html'>1. Who was your favorite all time teacher(s)? My third grade teacher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What did they teach? General education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your best memory from that class? Can't remember that far back...Isn't that sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did you ever have a crush on a teacher and if so who? No...I can't say that I ever have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is the craziest/wildest/weirdest thing you (or someone you know) ever did at school? I have heard rumours that some of my friends were known to have sex in the gym and such between classes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-114152256896189083?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/114152256896189083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=114152256896189083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/114152256896189083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/114152256896189083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2006/03/late-again-friday-five.html' title='The (Late Again) Friday Five'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-114131582996165771</id><published>2006-03-02T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T08:10:29.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Man...</title><content type='html'>*Sighs*&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have had an eventful couple of days over here. I ended up in the emergency room on Monday with some chest pains. Thank God that it was just heartburn/gas, but damn. My mum and I spent 3 hours in the ER. I would have to say that compared to some folks that wasn't too bad, but while there, I found out that at night, there is only one doctor on call for the whole hospital. How crazy is that? Anyway, I am doing fine, but I'll tell youo what, having to go to the ER for that has scared the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I finished the SHerrilyn Kenyon books that I got, though I will be reading some of them again. *grins* I am not afraid to admit that I am so addicted to these books. Again, the only romance novels that I will ever admit to reading.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am going to keep this short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-114131582996165771?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/114131582996165771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=114131582996165771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/114131582996165771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/114131582996165771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2006/03/ah-man.html' title='Ah Man...'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-114101839401404988</id><published>2006-02-26T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:38:14.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The (Really Late, Like Sunday) Friday Five</title><content type='html'>1) When does liking someone a lot become loving that person? I think it depends on the person really. Madden Man and I were really good friends for the longest time and it wasn't until one day he told me he was going out with his girlfriend (obviously ex now), that I felt some pangs of jealousy. Not jealous because he had someone, but jealous because I wanted him. *blushes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Is there a job you would do for free, and is it your current job? Um, you know, if I thought my writing was prolific enough, I would do that for free...long as I could sell millions of books in the process. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What is one person/thing that inspired you to take action of some sort? Um, geez...can I get back to y'all on that one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Though you might not believe in it, would you like fate to exist? I do believe fate exists. Things happen for a reason, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What's the kindest thing that anyone has ever done for you? Um...there are really way too many to mention here. Just seems that I forget that that is the case most of the time. *blushes &amp;amp; smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-114101839401404988?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/114101839401404988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=114101839401404988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/114101839401404988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/114101839401404988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2006/02/really-late-like-sunday-friday-five.html' title='The (Really Late, Like Sunday) Friday Five'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-114058386712267176</id><published>2006-02-21T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:28:47.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranormal Romance Abound</title><content type='html'>*Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell y'all that Madden Man ordered me the Sherrilyn Kenyon books I wanted? I think I did...well, no matter, they got here today! All friggin' eight of them, so I am going to be reading for a looooooooooong ass time. But, I don't care. *giggles like a schoolgirl*&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I had my doc's appointment this morning...again, when it comes to these appointments, I hate being a woman. *laughs* Good news, I lost another 8 pounds which makes 15 total. Can you tell that I am friggin' happy? I thank the Lord that I had a woman doing the exam. She was damn quick and thorough. I am also being put on Prozac for my nerves and anxiety attacks. Not gonna get into all that right now. And I should be getting my results back in like two weeks or so.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just thought I would put that little update up for y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-114058386712267176?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/114058386712267176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=114058386712267176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/114058386712267176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/114058386712267176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2006/02/paranormal-romance-abound.html' title='Paranormal Romance Abound'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-114049076576433994</id><published>2006-02-20T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T18:59:25.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When His Job Calls...</title><content type='html'>*Hmmmmm*&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking today that as I get older more things affect me. Anyone else get this feeling? I have been noticing that quite a lot lately. I was watching the new Harry Potter movie and I found myself boo-hooing like a baby at the end. Same thing when I read the 6th book in the series. I was never like this before...where did this change occur?&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying that it is a bad thing, but damn...I went for a lot of years not getting all blubbery over movies and such and now...it just all comes falling out. Ah well, I am not going to dwell on this, but it's just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have my yearly physical...I so hate being a woman when this physical rolls around. I can deal with the periods, breasts being tender, water retention and all that, but I hate being poked and prodded. Thing is, while I know that it is for my health, damn I think a man invented a speculum. My mum also brought up an interesting thing about being a woman too...it had to be a man that invented the women's bathroom stalls. Now, I am talking about the regular ones, not the handicapped one. Do we as women honestly think that a woman would invent something that would make us have to straddle the toilet in order to get out? Why in the hell do those doors swing in instead of out for convenience???? Ah well...I am not one to do the research on this one, so I'm going to leave it alone...but you will be thinking about that next time you head into a public bathroom stall. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;So...what else is going on over here? Well, not very much. Madden Man is still happy with his job and so am I, but I could do without them calling at midnight or one in the morning to see if he can come in. And being the person that he is, he "claims" to be sleeping whenever they call and doesn't hear the phone, yet I am awakened by them calling every fucking time. I swear, the next time I have a mind to go out and spray him with cold water to wake him up if they call and he doesn't answer the phone.&lt;br /&gt;T.T. has been kinda sick for the last couple of weeks...not sure if it is asthma or not because the meds he has for the asthma aren't working really well. He still has a cough, so I am thinking it may be a cold that has decided to linger for a bit. I probably will be calling to see if he can get in to see the doctor soon. I have been told that when you have your tonsils out like he has that it is harder to get rid of a cold than if you still had them in, but I don't know that for sure, so I am not going to take any chances.&lt;br /&gt;As for me, well, I am doing ok. Not much to tell as of late. *smiles* So I'm going to close this now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-114049076576433994?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/114049076576433994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=114049076576433994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/114049076576433994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/114049076576433994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-his-job-calls.html' title='When His Job Calls...'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-114023735444420676</id><published>2006-02-17T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T20:35:54.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Friday Five</title><content type='html'>1. If you could go back and relive one moment or day from your life, without changing anything, what would you re-experience? There are way too many here for me to choose just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you could witness a moment in history, again without changing anything, what would you want to see? As morbid as it is, I would want to see the St. Valentine's Day Massacre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you could talk to a younger version of yourself, what age would you visit and what message would you give? Age 12. I would tell myself that no matter how dark things seemed to be then, that things were going to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you could choose one moment that would be guaranteed to happen in your future, what would it be and when would it happen? Hmmmm....well, this one I think I'll keep to myself for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pretend you left a time capsule for yourself 5, 10, 15, 20 or more years ago. You just opened it. What three things from your past are you now holding and what age were you when you buried them?  Hmmm....A scrapbook full of pictures of New Kids On The Block, a Tiffany cassette tape, and can't think of anything else. I would have buried them when I was 12 or 13.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-114023735444420676?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/114023735444420676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=114023735444420676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/114023735444420676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/114023735444420676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2006/02/friday-five_17.html' title='The Friday Five'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-113997621008411115</id><published>2006-02-14T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T20:03:30.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Brushes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;First off, Happy Valentine's Day to you all. Second, can I tell you all that I am bored as hell? I haven't had much to do in the last few days, so, yeah, I am bored. I started playing around with my new PSP program...learned how to make some brushes. Amazing the hell out of me that when I went looking for tape brushes, scotch, masking, that sort of tape, I couldn't find anything except image packs, so I googled me a tute and learned how to make the brushes I needed. I am so proud of myself. So, that being done, I moved on to making a wallpaper for my laptop. After a couple of tries, I finally made one that I am in love with and am using now...I still have the two you made me Jenn. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anywho, so naturally that I made some brushes, I found other things to make brushes out of...big mistake. *laughs* I had to restrain myself from going overboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, again, Happy Valentine's Day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-113997621008411115?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/113997621008411115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=113997621008411115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113997621008411115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113997621008411115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-brushes.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Brushes'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-113972701288462985</id><published>2006-02-11T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T22:50:12.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Tax (Hair)Cut.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok, if you couldn't tell by my excitement there, Madden Man made his 90 days and is now a permanent member of the team for the store he is working at. Can you tell that I am damn proud of him? Not only that, but his tax return came in...naturally we have been spending money like it's going out of style, but not too badly this year. We had all our bills paid down to 0, so we didn't have to use any of his return to pay bills this year, so we have been having a free-for-all the last couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, one of the biggest things is that T.T. had his first professional haircut yesterday. His old babysitter used to cut his hair, but because she doesn't feel comfy using clippers, she always used scissors and as he has gotten older, he no longer wants to sit still, as I am sure a bunch of mothers know about their kids. *smiles* So, we took him to get it professionally done and damn if he doesn't look so much cuter with his new haircut...Not that he wasn't cute before mind you. *grins* So without further ado...the before and after of the new haircut...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a232/wellmissbehaved/beforehcCustom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a232/wellmissbehaved/afterhcCustom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;See didn't I tell you he looks so much cuter with his haircut?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But, I am not biased or anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, along with the new haircut, he got to take a hooky day from school yesterday and we went to play miniature golf and won a crapload of prizes as well as going to his favourite place, Chuck E. Cheese. Him and Madden Man played games while my mum and I sat and talked for a bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok, well, T.T. is ready for bed and I am off to watch a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-113972701288462985?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/113972701288462985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=113972701288462985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113972701288462985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113972701288462985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-tax-haircut.html' title='New Tax (Hair)Cut.....'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-113963939452321215</id><published>2006-02-10T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T22:30:57.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Friday Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. List five people and a song that reminds you of them or that you think best describes them (list the person's name, the song title, and the song's artist). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Jenn - Beautiful (Christina Aguilera), Mom - You Make Me Smile (Dave Koz), T.T. (Spongebob Squarepants Theme...He is always watching that damn show!), Madden Man - Back In The Mud (Bubba Sparxxx), Richard - I'll Be There (Escape Club)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. What would your life's soundtrack be? Bitch - Meredith Brooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Which would you prefer: to live somewhere that is hot or to live somewhere that is cold year-round? Why? Somewhere cold, hands down. In the heat, you can only take off so much before you get arrested for indecent exposure. At least when it's cold, you can pile on clothes and blankets. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Suppose you had twins, a boy and a girl. What names would you give and why? Delbert Egger...Can't really say why I have such a thing for that name and Shelby Lynn...I loved Julia Roberts in Steel Magnolias and have loved the name Shelby since then. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. What's a quote/lyric that describes you right now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't you say, you know I heard you said you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't you say, you know anything about me - Radio Adelaide by New Found Glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-113963939452321215?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/113963939452321215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=113963939452321215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113963939452321215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113963939452321215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2006/02/friday-five.html' title='The Friday Five'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-113938547197514060</id><published>2006-02-07T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T00:01:57.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Invention...And Some Other Shit Too...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Yawn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, I can't say that too much is going on around here as of late. Ok, that isn't completely true. Boredom has been going on here lately. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, brief rundown of things, had a follow-up appointment with one of the PAs at my doctor's office and I have lost seven pounds. I have to be referred to see a new cardiologist, by my request...I dislike my current one..., anyway, I have been having some weird pains in my chest &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; I do certain physical activities. Now, obviously the PA is not too concerned because she didn't do it as a STAT. So, I am not stressing about that. I have to go and have a full blood panel done...oh joy...I am used to getting stuck in the arm with a needle because of having to have my TSH levels checked regularly, but still, it's not fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Madden Man has reached his 90 day mark at his job and we are hoping for the best, and expecting the best. *keeping fingers crossed* You know, I have to be honest and say that I really like him working nights. That may seem a little weird, but you know what? I am up when he leaves for work, and he is usually home like an hour after T.T. is on the bus, so I don't really have a bunch of time to miss him. Not to mention, I like not having to be all by myself during the day. Granted he is sleep during the day, but he is here, I don't feel so alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, with the passing of Super Bowl, we had the customary pot of Gumbo. If you don't know what that is, you are so fucking missing out on some really good stuff. Madden Man took some with him to work the night of Super Bowl and didn't get to eat much of it. Someone actually went up into their fridge and into his bag and ate all his damn gumbo. Ok, say it with me folks...Trifling...Crass....No class...Anywho, this woman now feels so bad about having ate his gumbo that she has been giving him a little money in order to try and make up for it. Needless to say, everyone that Madden Man works with is going to pitch in and get the ingredients so that my mum can make them a big pot of Gumbo before St. Patty's Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok, on a completely random note, I so love DVR. Sure, I am a day behind all the time with this thing, but damn, I love it. Since we have gotten a DVR, I have started watching 24, Ghost Whisperer &amp;amp; CSI: New York. Not to mention, I have started watching one of my favourite soaps yet again. So nice to know that as long as the show is on, I can watch it at any time. I kinda like not having to be tied down to a tv schedule. So much nicer. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, it has taken me like 45 minutes to write this damn short entry, so I am going to end it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-113938547197514060?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/113938547197514060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=113938547197514060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113938547197514060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113938547197514060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2006/02/amazing-inventionand-some-other-shit.html' title='Amazing Invention...And Some Other Shit Too...'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-113912341135440749</id><published>2006-02-04T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T23:10:11.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Friday/Saturday Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Again, I am a bit late in posting this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your favorite specialty restaurant (Italian, Mexican, Thai, etc.)? Johnny Carino's (Italian)&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you order to eat there? Lasagna&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your favorite specialty food or dish to cook? Spaghetti &amp;amp; Meatballs&lt;br /&gt;4. If you could travel to the home country of your favorite specialty food, what would you do there? I would want to learn how to cook some of the foods of the area.&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your worst experience with a specialty food restaurant? Can't say that I have had one as of late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-113912341135440749?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/113912341135440749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=113912341135440749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113912341135440749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113912341135440749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2006/02/fridaysaturday-five.html' title='The Friday/Saturday Five'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-113869265430263257</id><published>2006-01-30T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T23:30:54.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Regret Or Not To Regret...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever heard the statement, "I do not regret what I have done, but what I did not do"? Well, after my last entry, I started thinking about this statement. So, here are some things that I regret, and a few that I don't. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. I regret never actually telling my first lover that I loved him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Even though I am content in my relationship, I still have a place in my heart for this guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. I regret dropping out of high school all the times that I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Makes me wonder how different my life would be had I finished school when I was supposed to. Would I have gone to college?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. I regret ever having met my son's father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Though I do realize that had I not, my son would not be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hmmmm....only three things in my life that I regret...Not bad...So for the other things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. I will never regret falling in love with my first lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Although we never dated, I so loved being able to spend the time with him that I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. I will never regret ever having my son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He was the best thing that has ever happened to me, and somewhere, I think he knows this too. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. I will never regret having my boyfriend move in sight unseen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok, well that is not totaly true. I had seen pictures of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4. Um....well...I don't regret that I have nothing else to put here. *insert cheesy grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-113869265430263257?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/113869265430263257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=113869265430263257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113869265430263257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113869265430263257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2006/01/to-regret-or-not-to-regret.html' title='To Regret Or Not To Regret...'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-113843391165075198</id><published>2006-01-27T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T23:38:31.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Things About Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Again, inspired by my bestest, I went googling for 100 Things About Me and thought it was something interesting. So, here are, I hope...100 Things About Me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. My biological mother was white and my father black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My mother and her hubby were separated when she met my father. After she got pregnant, her hubby wanted her back but did not want a black child, so she put me up for adoption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. My adoption was made official a week before Thanksgiving in 1975.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My parents celebrated by going to see Jaws. Subsequently, I was given the nickname of Gumbo or Gums. Please don't ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. Though my parents told me I was adopted at a young age, I never did find out information on my mom until I was 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4. I was almost kidnapped when I was about 8 at a friend's father's company picnic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And a couple years later, the same man came to check a gas leak at my parent's house. Imagine my fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5. One of my babysitter's sons liked to have the kids do what I now call weird sexual torture on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Again, please do not ask. This is not something that I would want to get into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;6. When I was 5 I had to have an earring surgically removed from my ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Starter earrings and I had little stars. The entire star part of the earring went into my ear and could not be removed any other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;7. I was baptized when I was 11 and I now wonder if that was really God speaking to me or if I made a mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;8. My father was a verbally abusive alcoholic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Irony about that is, he worked for CPS, and would still verbally abuse me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;9. When I was 12 my next door neighbour died of emphysema and it affected me more than I thought it would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;10. I developed a really irrational and deep rooted fear of death and dying when I was 12 that I refused to go anywhere, including school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;11. I was put into a mental hospital when I was 12 for intense counseling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;12. I am scared to death of flying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This is because when I was 5 I took my first plane trip and I was airsick the entire trip, including in the damn airport. I know that subconsciously this is why I do not fly now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;13. I think I am the most boring person on the face of the Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;14. In response to stress from home and school, I dropped out of high school when I was 15, only to go back the next year, get all the way to May and drop out yet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;15. When I was 16, my mother finally got up enough courage to get a restraining order against my dad because she "saw a look in your eyes that you were going to kill him if he stayed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So happens that a week after she got it, he ended up in jail for 4 DUIs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;16. My father died while in the custody of San Bernardino County.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He had an ulcer that perforated and he went downhill from there while in the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;17. At my father's funeral in 1992, I don't know if I was crying out of relief or sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;18. I actually found myself happy that he was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If I could impart everything that my mother and I went through when he was alive, you would understand this. Granted, now that I am older, this is not the case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;19. I have only one best friend and I am happy about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;20. My best friend and I really bonded over a mutual love of New Kids On The Block.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Don't ask...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;21. Even though I caught my best friend lying on me when I was 14, I still forgave her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;22. I lied to a man and told him I was older than I was and had more sexual experience than I really did, just to get him to like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A low point in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;23. I am not afraid to admit that I love the Geico commercials with the cavemen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;24. My first major crush in high school is now gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;25. I graduated from high school when I was 20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I went to continuation school, I think that is it. Moved to an adult education school and got my diploma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;26. I was 20 when I got my driver's license.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;27. My first car is still sitting in my mother's driveway broken down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;28. When I had my interim license, I and my bestest took my mom's car to cruise around town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;29. On more than one occasion, a friend and I snuck her mom's car out and drove around all night, only to have to come home and have to use the gascan to refill the tank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;30. I did not want to be a virgin when I turned 18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Made the mistake of telling a friend this, who told a guy friend of hers, who told his friends...you get the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;31. I was 21 when I lost my virginity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And I miss the person I slept with so much and he will never know much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;32. I was sexually assaulted when I was 18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;33. At one point, I was talking to 21 guys on the phone that I had met online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;34. One of those guys was my first regular phone sex friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;35. One of those guys I fell in love with, but never got to meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;36. His death last year affected me more than anything else then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;37. I am becoming more and more uncomfortable about sharing some of this stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;38. I met some random guy on a party line and had sex with him while his 3 year old son slept in another room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;39. I was involved with a married man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;40. I have had a booty call at 2 in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;41. I used to work for GTE, when it was GTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;42. I met a man who called to pay a friend's phone bill and fell in what I thought was love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;43. I have had sex in a model home while there were people walking around downstairs looking around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;44. I have been caught in a compromising situation by a cop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;45. I have given oral sex to a guy while he was driving down the freeway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;46. After I got pregnant, I found out that my son's father had a girlfriend who was 20 years older than me and she was three months pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;47. I still have nudie pics of my son's father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;48. My son's father was disappointed that he had a son when he found out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;49. I feel like I have let my mother down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;50. I suffer from such extreme anxiety attacks that only my mom can help me to calm down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;51. My boyfriend of 4 years does not know the extent of said attacks and I have no plans to tell him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;52. I suffered through PPD after my son was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I ended up seeing a shrink and going on Prozac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;53. There are things about me that only my first lover knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things other than carnal knowledge. Things my mother and best friend don't even know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;54. I constantly feel like I have let my son down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;55. I question whether or not I am a good mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;56. I have had moments of wanting to strangle my child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have never actually gone through with this, but the thought scared me so much, I had to walk away and go somewhere to get away from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;57. For a long time, my son beat me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was embarrassed to wear short sleeves because my arms were all bruised up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;58. While I am comfortable with myself as a person, I have not been able to be comfortable with the way that I look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I put up a good front, but I don't always feel like I belong or that I am pretty enough, thin enough, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;59. I have never told that to anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;60. I am a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;61. I sometimes think that my boyfriend is not the one I am meant to spend my life with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;62. I like to be in control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It might be the Leo in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;63. I met my boyfriend and wasn't sure what I was feeling for him, so I put him through hell while I sorted out my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;64. My boyfriend moved in without us ever having met in person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This has to be the most risky thing I have ever done in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;65. After years of having to do for myself, I now have the luxury of a man that allows me to be spoiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;66. When I first saw my boyfriend get off the bus, I wanted to have sex with him right there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Too much info, I know...but it is the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;67. After being together for so long, I still wonder why he loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;68. I still have notes that my friends and I passed in class in Jr. High School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;69. I am 30, but I sometimes feel like I am 50.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;70. Even though my sexlife is satisfying, I still find myself fantasizing about another man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Don't a lot of men and women?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;71. I have always wanted to be a writer, but I don't think that my stuff is prolific enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;72. My son still smells like warm toast to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;73. I was so scared about giving birth to my son that I had to go into counseling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The therapist that I was seeing, gave me a phrase from the bible "Peace Be Still" which I said to myself over and over again while in labour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;74. I want to have another baby, but I am scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;75. For so many years, I could not sit through a football game, but I learned to love it and can't wait for the new seasons to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;76. I read Shakespeare for fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;77. I feel like I grew up way to fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;While other kids were playing barbies and G.I. Joe, I was reading The Color Purple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;78. I can't remember a moment in my life where I was ever truly and solely happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Even after my son was born, should have been one of the happiest moments of my life, and I was worrying about everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;79. My favourite memory is sitting in my hospital room at 3 in the morning talking to my newborn son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;80. I love Venice Beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Even though I feel like I am from another country every time I go there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;81. I loved watching the sunset with my family in Santa Cruz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Looked just like a post card. Huge sun and a sailboat sailing by...ah memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;82. I believe in ghosts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;83. I love Birthday Cake ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Could only get it from Coldstone, and I have no clue if they even sell it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;84. I moved out of my mom's house 4 years ago, and I still have thoughts of moving back home from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;85. Even though I hate pain, I pierced my own ears 4 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;86. My favourite guilty pleasure movie is Lord Of The G-Strings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I so can't help this one. I laugh so much every time I watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;87. I often think that I was born into the wrong period of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;88. I believe in reincarnation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;89. Although Baptist, I don't think that I have found a religion where I quite fit in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;90. I am scared of any person that can work the word fornicate in any form into the conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;91. I hate living so far away from my bestest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;92. I am still sad that I was not able to be at my bestest's wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;93. I am a purse hound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Some women it's shoes, others it's clothes, me it's purses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;94. My favorite food are cripsy fish tacos from Del Taco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There are days when I feel that I could just eat them all damn day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;95. I have trouble being brutally honest with some people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;96. I still love blowing bubbles with my son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;97. I am obsessed with the game The Sims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;98. I have bought shoes that I fell in love with in the store, but felt differently when I got them home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;99. I carry a fortune cookie fortune in my purse that says your friends love all sides of your temperament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think this fortune is a total lie, but it makes me feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;100. I can think of a hundred more things to add to this list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-113843391165075198?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/113843391165075198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=113843391165075198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113843391165075198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113843391165075198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2006/01/100-things-about-me.html' title='100 Things About Me...'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-113841712707045397</id><published>2006-01-27T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T18:58:47.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Friday Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who was your first best friend? Hmmmm....Well, That would be Jennifer...She is still my bestest today too...for like...um...going on 18 years now. Damn that made me feel really old...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who have been some of the most influential people in your life? My mom...Is there anyone else that needs to be of influence in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you usually have one best friend or a lot of close friends? Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you believe people of the opposite sex can be best friends and not lovers? Absolutely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever fallen in love with a friend? Yes...twice and the last time worked out for the best. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-113841712707045397?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/113841712707045397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=113841712707045397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113841712707045397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113841712707045397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2006/01/friday-five_27.html' title='The Friday Five'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-113834142241819288</id><published>2006-01-26T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T18:53:30.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-Authority....Moi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks to Maia Rayne for this one...Makes me wonder about myself now. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/extraversion.html" target="_blank"&gt;Extraversion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/stability.html" target="_blank"&gt;Stability&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/orderliness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Orderliness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/accommodation.html" target="_blank"&gt;Accommodation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/interdependence.html" target="_blank"&gt;Interdependence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/intellectual.html" target="_blank"&gt;Intellectual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/mystical.html" target="_blank"&gt;Mystical&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/artistic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Artistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/religious.html" target="_blank"&gt;Religious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hedonism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hedonism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/materialism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Materialism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/narcissism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Narcissism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/adventurousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/workethic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Work ethic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/selfabsorbed.html" target="_blank"&gt;Self absorbed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/conflictseeking.html" target="_blank"&gt;Conflict seeking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/needtodominate.html" target="_blank"&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/romantic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Romantic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/avoidant.html" target="_blank"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;16%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/antiauthority.html" target="_blank"&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/wealth.html" target="_blank"&gt;Wealth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/dependency.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dependency&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/changeaverse.html" target="_blank"&gt;Change averse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/cautiousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/individuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Individuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/sexuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sexuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/peterpancomplex.html" target="_blank"&gt;Peter pan complex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalsecurity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical security&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalfitness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical Fitness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/histrionic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/paranoia.html" target="_blank"&gt;Paranoia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/vanity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Vanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hypersensitivity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hypersensitivity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/femalecliche.html" target="_blank"&gt;Female cliche&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global-adv.html"&gt;Take Free Advanced Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-113834142241819288?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/113834142241819288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=113834142241819288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113834142241819288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113834142241819288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2006/01/anti-authoritymoi.html' title='Anti-Authority....Moi?'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-113817844567832536</id><published>2006-01-25T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T00:45:55.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Where The Fuck Was I Files...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Um...Uh...Wha?.....?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok y'all...Here is something from the &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/life/people/2005-08-26-abrams-child-support_x.htm"&gt;"Where The Fuck Was I?" file&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Um, yeah...back in the early 90's, I...like many young women of the time, was in love with Color Me Badd. More particularly, Bryan from said group. So imagine my surprise when I ran across the article linked up there...So, hence the Where The Fuck Was I? I never heard of this and quite frankly, even though the story is damn old and all, I am still shocked as shit. The man has been married at least two times and has two kids he doesn't pay child support for? Granted a lot could have happened in the last five months or so...if any of y'all find a follow-up article, please let me know...but DAMN!!!! What in the hell happened to this man? Living back in Oklahoma and working at a friggin' tire store?!?!?!!?!? What ever happened to investing your money? Or am I really old fashioned there? I was under the impression that most artists did such things...forgive me if that sounds naive. That is what most of us would &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; artists would do in case the music thing doesn't work out like they thought it would. Kinda sad that all the man has from the heyday of the 90's is the publishing rights to some of their songs...not a real big rush for peeps to re-do CMB songs these days...well, 'cept if you are a little teeny-bop act like Aaron Carter...wait, I don't think even he would re-do one of their songs, but I could be wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, so now that that has been said, I would like to say that, yes, I had an adolescent crush on this person and damn if I don't really think back on those days fondly. However, that is one of those, if you knew then what you know now about the person, would your teenage feelings and fantasies be any different? Would you imagine that you and he would get married, have kids and he would be there with you for the rest of your lives...Too bad we will never know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-113817844567832536?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/113817844567832536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=113817844567832536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113817844567832536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113817844567832536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2006/01/where-fuck-was-i-files.html' title='The Where The Fuck Was I Files...'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-113782432858147857</id><published>2006-01-20T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T22:18:48.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, here we are on another Friday, so yet again, I looked through the friday five website and decided on another set of questions to answer...Maia, keep doing them too...please. *smiles* So, without further ado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What is your favorite noise to hear? My son's laughter&lt;br /&gt;2) If you could live in any era of time, what would you choose and why? The 1930s...so long as I didn't get caught in any of the gang warfare of the day.&lt;br /&gt;3) You just found $50 while cleaning your house. Where do you decide to spend it? Nail salon and purse buying after that.&lt;br /&gt;4) What magazines to you subscribe to/read on a normal basis? InStyle and Glamour&lt;br /&gt;5) If you could witness any event in history, but not change anything about it, what would you choose and why? There are way too many to list for this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-113782432858147857?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/113782432858147857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=113782432858147857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113782432858147857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113782432858147857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2006/01/friday-five.html' title='Friday Five'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-113773974168458024</id><published>2006-01-19T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T22:53:54.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Playing WHAT?!??!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Weeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, what has been going on here? Let's see...T.T.s bus pick up time has been moved up from something like 7:35 to 7:20 in the morning and for a nightowl like myself, well, let me just say that the change is not going over really well. I can't generally fall asleep before midnight thus having to get up at like 6:50 in the morning, well, I feel like a zombie when getting T.T. up and dressed for school. I think the only thing that remotely saves me is the fact that he no longer wants to eat breakfast at home. Not to worry folks, he likes the variety of food available at school for breakfast, so I don't feel too bad about him not wanting breakfast at home. Hell, if I had the kinds of food available to me that he does when I was in school, I would have spent all those years actually eating breakfast...but that is another story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Madden Man as was noted in a previous entry is doing so well with his job. And yes, Maia, him finding something secure like he has has taken a lot of stress off of my nerves and my mind (One day, I'll tell y'all the full extent of what stress does to me, but not today). Anywho, he will be nearing the end of his probation sometime next month, then he becomes eligible for any promotions and such that come along. Let's all keep our fingers crossed that things keep going so well. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;T.T....well, what is there to say about the little booger? Well, not too much has been going on. He has been following the natural progression of things while growing up. You know what I am talking about...he is starting to follow what the other little boys are doing in school and on the way home. He got in trouble last week for screaming on the bus along with another kid. Why, oh WHY can't my child just be the quiet popular kid in school...Oh, wait, there were never any quiet, popular kids in school...least not in my school. I suppose though that I should count my blessings. He could be turning into a little heathen like some kids that I see around. Oh man, does that make me sound old? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, as for me these last few days, well, I am doing ok. I am dealing with the aches and pains that come with...wait, don't let me finish that sentence or I will feel way the fuck older than I actually am. Anyway, I am doing ok. I mean, how much trouble can I get into being a stay-at-home mom...wait...maybe I shouldn't have said that...*laughs* Ok, seriously though, I am hanging in there. Looking forward to tax season and paying off the dryer that we just got. Oh, yeah, did I mention that finally after a week we finally got one that works, however, Madden Man has made it his mission that I do laundry every friggin' day this week, because as he says, "Why the hell are we paying for it then?" Can I stop and say that that is the most idiotic reply to something I have heard in a long ass time. I suppose he thinks that I will have a load of laundry to do every friggin' day. Not gonna happen. Cleaning the lint trap alone is reason enough not to do laundry everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On a totally random note, who in the hell invented DodgeBall? Was this made up solely as a way to torture the nerdy and fat kids in school? Ever notice that it is always the nerdy/weak and fat kids in the center getting hit by the ball...Say it with me folks..."Easy Targets!!!" Sad, ain't it? See there folks, size discrimination starts in PE! Down with the PE classes...oh wait, scratch that...Down With Dodgeball!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anywho, I just want to leave this little nugget for Maia Rayne, my bestest...Great journal entries cannot be willed into reality, some are on the fly, some are well thought out beforehand, and some, well, some stories just tend to write themselves. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-113773974168458024?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/113773974168458024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=113773974168458024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113773974168458024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113773974168458024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2006/01/were-playing-what.html' title='We&apos;re Playing WHAT?!??!?'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-113748178709050153</id><published>2006-01-16T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T23:09:47.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nights &amp; Dryers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Sighs...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, things are going well for us over here, for a change. Madden Man is now being trained for a promotion at work...Did I mention that the store he works at decided to keep him after the holidays? I didn't...ok, well, they did and now they are training him for a promotion that he should be eligible for next month. I am so happy and proud of him. He is working at night now, so I more or less get to see him for something like an hour in the morning when he gets home, then from about 3 in the afternoon until he leaves at 11:30pm for work, but you know what...I am not complaining. He likes what he is doing and has no complaints either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On the dryer front...we waited for a week and got jerked around and finally have a working dryer. We also managed to have an extra two weeks credit for it added to our account, so when we go to pay it off we have to pay even less. *does the Snoopy dance* But in any event, it was delivered this evening and should work, but we won't know for sure until I do some laundry tomorrow. Wish me luck y'all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-113748178709050153?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/113748178709050153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=113748178709050153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113748178709050153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113748178709050153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2006/01/nights-dryers.html' title='Nights &amp; Dryers'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-113726546781681891</id><published>2006-01-14T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T11:11:43.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Friday/Saturday Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Oooops...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I kinda liked the Friday Five thing that Maia Rayne blogged about, so I decided to get an old one and do it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1) What was the first album/CD/Cassette you ever bought? Hangin' Tough by New Kids On The Block&lt;br /&gt;2) What was your first fave song? How Can I Fall by Breathe&lt;br /&gt;3) Which song gives you that "funny nostalgic feeling" everytime you hear it? Joey by Concrete Blonde&lt;br /&gt;4) Name the first concert you ever went to. New Kids On The Block at the Forum in L.A. (Even though I was sick as a dog when I went.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5) What do you consider the worst song of all time? Black Velvet by Alana Miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1) Name your fave song at the moment. Radio Adelaide by New Found Glory&lt;br /&gt;2) What is the most recent album/CD/Cassette you purchased? Hell's Pit by ICP (I don't buy a lot of CDs anymore since I got a pc *grins sheepishly*)&lt;br /&gt;3) Which song will you never get sick of hearing? Sugar We're Going Down by Fallout Boy&lt;br /&gt;4) What is your current fave music video? Home by Michael Buble (So cute and he can sing...so damn sexy...)&lt;br /&gt;5) If you could be a famous music artist, what type of music would you produce? Rock all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-113726546781681891?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/113726546781681891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=113726546781681891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113726546781681891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113726546781681891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2006/01/fridaysaturday-five.html' title='The Friday/Saturday Five'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-113687895123330928</id><published>2006-01-09T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T23:43:35.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Of Sheer Boredom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Weeeeeee!!!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What the hell am I so excited about you may ask...well, we have finally been able to get another laptop. Eeeeekkkkk! I am so loving it. It's a Dell. Never thought that I would have one of these puppies at my disposal, but dammit, I do. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anywho, along with the laptop, we also have a dryer, though it isn't working at the moment. Damn cord they bought and brought doesn't work with our outlet, so we have to reschedule for them to come out and hook the thing up, but you know what, I'm not even complaining...Not in the slightest. Hopefully it will get worked out soon and we can enjoy the benefits of having a dryer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You know, I don't really have a hell of a lot to say here...I am just waiting around for something to finish saving here and then I am off to bed...damn, that was really boring wasn't it? Ah well...when has my life been exciting these days? *grins sheepishly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-113687895123330928?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/113687895123330928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=113687895123330928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113687895123330928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113687895123330928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2006/01/out-of-sheer-boredom.html' title='Out Of Sheer Boredom...'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-113639264414643155</id><published>2006-01-04T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T08:37:24.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Layout Lottery...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, here it is the new year and dammit if I don't have anything really exciting going on...then again, do I ever really have anything exciting going on? *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Madden Man has started working nights and while I was feeling a little weird about it, I think it is kinda cool. He leaves after I go to sleep and is home when I get up. The best thing, I think, is that he actually likes his job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh, wait...I do have something exciting to tell folks though...My uncle won a million dollars with a scratch off in Indiana. How cool is that? Granted, I didn't think so when my mother woke me out of a dead sleep at seven this morning, but now that I am awake, I am so happy for him. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As you can tell, I have decided to change my layout, yet again. I can never stay with one for too too long. Get bored easily...you know how it goes. I kinda like this one. I was looking for something a little more adult. Why adult? I have no clue, that is just the mood that I am in as of late. Didn't want it to be all cartoony or too plain, so I think that this is the nice balance of that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I hope that everyone had a safe new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-113639264414643155?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/113639264414643155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=113639264414643155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113639264414643155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113639264414643155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2006/01/layout-lottery.html' title='Layout Lottery...'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-113574212248771713</id><published>2005-12-27T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T19:55:22.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa &amp; Friend's Have Left The Building...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Whew!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok, I so never thought that I would ever be glad that Christmas is over, but you know what? This year, I am so glad of that. *laughs* Why? Well, here's the thing, ususally it seems like Christmas gets here and goes way too fast, but this year...well, it was a good year and so, I had that feeling of Christmas speeding to get here, but putting on the brakes once it was here. I actually enjoyed the holiday this year for a change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, we all had a really nice holiday. I got what I wanted which was the two expansion packs for the Sims 2...Madden Man got what he wanted, the Mike Judge: Beavis &amp;amp; Butt-Head collection...T.T. got some of the things that he wanted, but according to him, he "didn't get enough games". Hell, my mum even got what she wanted and a couple things that she didn't even know that she wanted. *laughs* So, yeah, all in all, it was a really nice one this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, with New Year's fast approaching, I will wish you all a safe and Happy New Year...till next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-113574212248771713?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/113574212248771713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=113574212248771713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113574212248771713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113574212248771713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/12/santa-friends-have-left-building.html' title='Santa &amp; Friend&apos;s Have Left The Building...'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-113501916989827594</id><published>2005-12-19T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T11:06:09.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These Are The Christmas Breaks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Whew!!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, here we are at the start of T.T.s Christmas Break. Man, I am so used to having him home for like two weeks for Christmas and New Year's, however, the school district that he is in has the kids off for three weeks. Believe me when I say that I will be pulling my hair out in about a week and so ready for him to be going back to school in January. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, here it is like less than a week away from Christmas and I still have some Christmas shopping to do. I am so dreading having to go out and shop this close to Christmas, but as always, I am hoping for the best. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I wish I could say that there is more going on, but right now, it seems that all attention is focused on the holiday and all that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I hope that you all have a safe and happy holiday season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-113501916989827594?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/113501916989827594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=113501916989827594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113501916989827594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113501916989827594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/12/these-are-christmas-breaks.html' title='These Are The Christmas Breaks...'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-113406089692941416</id><published>2005-12-08T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T08:54:56.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty &amp; Nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, here it is a couple weeks until Christmas and I have yet to do any of my Christmas shopping. Kinda sad, but, should be interesting. I don't usually wait this long to do my shopping, but Madden Man gets paid on weird days this month, so we have had to wait a little longer than usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, what is going on here? Hmmmmmmm, not much. Madden Man took T.T. to his company Christmas party last night. That was really cool. They haven't had a going-out Men's Night in a long time and they got to bond a bit. This left my mum and me to do a little shopping and dinner. I can't tell you how I felt like so much of an adult when my mum and I went to dinner. We had the nicest and I think one of the most serious talks that we have had in a long time. Most of the conversation was talking about T.T., as I am sure you can imagine. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Speaking of T.T. I was so flabbergasted yesterday when his busdriver called up to our apartment to let us know that T.T. has been teasing one of the girls in his class. Now while this is a normal thing, he has basically sent her home to her mom crying everyday. That we can't condone over here. We explained to him why it was mean and asked that he not do that again. What was funny about this as a little footnote, when Madden Man and T.T. went to the Christmas party, there was a Santa Claus walking about the building and T.T. was scared to talk to him because as we all know Santa knows who's been naughty and nice. Ok, say it with me everyone...Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anywho, I hope that you all are doing well and are looking forward to the holidays. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-113406089692941416?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/113406089692941416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=113406089692941416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113406089692941416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113406089692941416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/12/naughty-nice.html' title='Naughty &amp; Nice'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-113319561432037214</id><published>2005-11-28T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T08:33:34.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, I hope that you all had a safe and Happy Thanksgiving. My family had a really nice one at my mum's house. I made the turkey this year. My first one, I might add...Here it was I was thinking that I was going to have the most disastrous event...you know what I am talking about...if not, rent or buy or watch National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation to see what I am talking about. The only woe that I had regarding the turkey making was that my turkey fell apart at the pelvic joint when we tried to move the turkey from the roasting pan to the serving platter. I can't complain...meant that the turkey was really juicy and damn if it was too. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, Madden Man survived "Black Friday". For those that don't know, that is what retailers call the day after Thanksgiving shopping. I had to take him home Thanksgiving night because he had to be at work at 6 the next morning. Some of the stuff he said that was going on was kinda funny. I would have paid to see it. He was told by some of his co-workers that had to be there at 5 that morning that people were fighting over parking spaces...actually physically fighting. Damn, made me happy that I wasn't going shopping that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, we are now back to some kind of normalcy. T.T. is back at school for the next three weeks, then he has three off for the holidays. Again, I am looking forward to the holidays this year. Should be fun...I hope....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope all of you that have to travel over the next few weeks, do so safely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-113319561432037214?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/113319561432037214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=113319561432037214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113319561432037214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113319561432037214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/11/after-thanksgiving.html' title='After Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-113267864074181294</id><published>2005-11-22T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T08:57:20.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes The Holidays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Wooooooooooooooooo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, here we are on the doorstep of the most stressful and strangely fun parts of the year...The Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays. First off, let me say that I hope you all have a safe and happy holiday season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, Madden Man is liking his job and I am liking him having a job. Can I be honest here with y'all for a bit? I can? Great. I had almost gotten to a point where I was not sleeping at night. Now while this may be no big deal to some folks, it is to me. I don't generally handle stress well. Besides not sleeping, I have GERD as well. What's that? Gastric Esophogial Reflux Disease...I think I got that right...anyway, what it is a different form of Acid Reflux, but for me, it causes my stomach to act frinkly, gas bubbles in the chest and back, stomach burning, not heart burning, that kind of thing. The first time I had these symptoms, I thought it was an ulcer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, so that being all said, my GERD was acting and is still kinda acting up. Money around here has been bad and even though Madden Man has a job, money still seems kinda bleak right now. I'm not going to complain about it too much though, least not right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;T.T. on the other hand, as most kids don't...has no concept of money and has basically decided that he wants everything that is in both the toy books that came from a couple of stores. Gotta love kids. I think that, while I enjoyed Christmas before T.T., I absolutely love it now. It's a lot more fun to see Christmas through the eyes of a child and the fact that he still believes in Santa makes it all the more fun. This year is the first year that he is going to be able to go see Santa, least we are hoping for that. I want him to be able to and he has been asking if we will take him, so I am thinking that at some point my mum and I will probably be taking him to see Santa at the mall. I say my mum and I because since Madden Man is working for a major store out there, he is most likely going to be working. Did I mention that Madden Man has to be at work at 6 in the morning on Friday to help with the Day After Thanksgiving sale at his store? Whew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, before I forget, I want to wish my bestest a Happy Birthday. She turned 29 this past week. Yes, I called her, but I think that I should announce it here too. *grins* I would sing Happy Birthday, but at the moment, I have a frog in my throat and I would hate to ruin the song for her. *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Again, Happy Thanksgiving and please be safe this holiday season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-113267864074181294?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/113267864074181294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=113267864074181294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113267864074181294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113267864074181294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/11/here-comes-holidays.html' title='Here Comes The Holidays...'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-113134155342718380</id><published>2005-11-06T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T21:33:18.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past Haunts You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Weeeeeeeee!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, here I am for the month of November wondering where in the hell this year has gone. I swear I am going to blink and it is going to be Christmas already. Sorry to those of you that cringe when you hear Christmas. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, things with me are going well. My mum, T.T. &amp;amp; I went to L.A. to see the King Tutankhamen exhibit. So incredible. They had an actual sarcophagus in one of the rooms for people to look at. Really made me think that the kind of craftmanship for some things in this day and age really fall short of what was done all those millennia ago. And as I was when I went to see another ancient Egyptian exhibit at the same museum a couple of years ago, I was in awe. I could not believe that I was standing in a room with stuff I had only seen on TV or read about in books and let me tell you, that as with most things, it all looked so much more beautiful up close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hmmmm, let's see, what else is new?....Oh, Madden Man found a job. It is seasonal, but you know what, for the moment, I am not going to complain. I am not going to dwell on it either. *smiles* Let me just say that the last few days have been a hell of a lot less stress free for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, looks as if all the interesting stuff has been said, least for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-113134155342718380?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/113134155342718380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=113134155342718380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113134155342718380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113134155342718380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/11/past-haunts-you.html' title='The Past Haunts You'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-113021443267966218</id><published>2005-10-24T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T21:27:12.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninjas &amp; Support</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, folks, here we are a week from Halloween. T.T. finally decided on what he wants to be for Halloween, thank God. He is going to be a Ninja Turtle. My mum, T.T. and I went to &lt;a href="mailto:T@rget"&gt;Target&lt;/a&gt; last week and found him a really cute costume. He originally wanted to be Ord from Dragon Tales, but when he realized that we were not going to be able to find him a costume, he opted for the turtle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, what else has been going on? Well, I actually got a child support check from the DA's office. Yeah, after seven and a half years, the DACS &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; found some sort of income that they could garnish to pay me every month. It's not much, but hey, it's money that I would not otherwise have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Let's see, what else is going on? Oh, before I forget I want to tell my bestest Congrats on moving into her first house. So cool. Enjoy it Chickie. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok, so, now, what else is on the horizon? Not a whole hell of a lot to be totally honest. I have been sorta sidelined from doing some things because of a pulled muscle in my back. Hurts like a mofo too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anywho, hopefully I will have something more exciting to write about next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-113021443267966218?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/113021443267966218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=113021443267966218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113021443267966218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/113021443267966218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/10/ninjas-support.html' title='Ninjas &amp; Support'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-112966679138875048</id><published>2005-10-18T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T13:19:51.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clay &amp; Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Whew!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, we managed through our first full week without the laptop and again, I don't really miss it. Everything that was important was zipped and transferred and what wasn't zipped was emailed to myself, so I am pretty well set up here on the desktop like I was on the laptop. Truth be told though, I missed the desktop. I had all my music over here. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, T.T., for those of you that don't know, was out of school last week for Fall Break. It was pretty nice cept when he gave me his damned cold. I have recovered from that, but then yesterday found myself damn bored. T.T. broke out the playdough that we made last week and while laying on the bed relaxing, I made some roses. Not some little kiddie looking roses either, they turned out really pretty. Let me show you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mystikvizionz.com/images/rose1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mystikvizionz.com/images/rose2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mystikvizionz.com/images/rose3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mystikvizionz.com/images/rose4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, naturally I am pretty pleased with how they turned out. Only thing that I had/have a problem with is the fact that as the playdough is drying, because of what it is made of, the salt crystals are really visible all close up. I think I might see if I can find another recipe to try and make some that don't have the crystals showing up. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-112966679138875048?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/112966679138875048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=112966679138875048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112966679138875048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112966679138875048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/10/clay-roses.html' title='Clay &amp; Roses'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-112913663478310993</id><published>2005-10-12T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T10:07:05.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness &amp; Searching...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Blah!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, so here we are without the laptop anymore, not that we are complaining or anything. It's only for a short time, we hope, and we plan to get a better one once we can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;T.T. is out of school for Fall Break and wouldn't you know it, he has the sniffles. I suppose that it is better that he have them now instead of while he is supposed to be in school. I can't really complain I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Madden Man has started really looking for a job, let's all keep our fingers crossed that someone does happen to call to interview or hire him soon. While we aren't broke right now, I really don't want to be in that position later on in the month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Random Thought Break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is it just me or does it seem that this month is going by a hell of a lot faster than usually does in October? I just looked at the date and I swear I was thinking it was something like the 9th and here it is already the 12th. YIKES!!!!! Does everyone's kids know what they are going to be for Halloween? T.T. has yet to make up his mind as of late, so we wait. I am thinking that I might get a little crafty and make him Spongebob for Halloween. Although my mum and I discussed him being a card shark as well. *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;End Random Thought Break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alrighty, so anyway, I am doing ok right about now. Though, for some reason I am still paying for eating two small bags of Flaming Hot Cheetos last week. Not sure why, but I have the sneaking suspition that it may be my G.U.R.D. acting up after eating something like that. Oh well, anyone got a Tums?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-112913663478310993?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/112913663478310993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=112913663478310993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112913663478310993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112913663478310993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/10/randomness-searching.html' title='Randomness &amp; Searching...'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-112866241309131389</id><published>2005-10-06T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T22:20:13.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays &amp; Computers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, it's been a few days since I have been here hasn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, what has been going on over here? Well, T.T. is going to be off from school next week for Fall Break. Does anyone think this is a little weird or is it just me? Hey, I'm not complaining about it though, a week of sleeping in, oh hell no, I am not complaining. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Can I share something with you folks? I think I can...I trust that this will go no farther than this blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok, y'all know that I turned 30 in August and while that didn't bother me, I am so fucking fazed by the fact that I found my first grey hair. Oh My GOD!!!!! How in the heck can this have happened to me? I just barely turned 30. Anyway, I suppose I shouldn't be all freaked out by this. Oh, I forgot to mention that I found it in my eyebrows. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, big friggin' deal, but to me it is. *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok, grey hair aside, there really hasn't been much else going on around here. Oh, after Monday, we will no longer have the laptop. While I am a little sad about this, it turns out that it has become more problems that it's worth. Not to mention, we can't really afford it right now...&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; let me just say that when someone goes and harasses my mother or digs up my new phone number, that is just not someone that I want to be doing business with anymore. Besides, we are thinking of getting a better one in a few weeks. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Uh, Madden Man has finally been able to refile for unemployment. I am not sure if I am happy about this or not. I suppose I am because it seems that the last couple times he did, he managed to find a job a couple of weeks after he started getting benefits, so maybe that will be a good sign? In any event, along with losing the laptop, I am so not looking forward to having to fight over the desktop again, but like I said, I hope to be getting another one in a few weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hmmm, anything else? Well, let's see...Oh, my cousin's son just turned 1 on the first. Though I didn't want to go to his party really, I was glad that I did go. I got to see some of my family that I hadn't seen in like five years and I got to meet one of my cousin's children. Hard to believe, but the last time I saw my cousin, she was pregnant and now she has two kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Whew...well, I guess I had more to say than I thought that I did. *grins* Anywho...as per usual...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-112866241309131389?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/112866241309131389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=112866241309131389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112866241309131389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112866241309131389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/10/birthdays-computers.html' title='Birthdays &amp; Computers'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-112766779479094388</id><published>2005-09-25T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T10:03:38.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn The Music!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Blah!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok, so I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; music playing, but my adware and virus protection didn't like it, so I took it out. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-112766779479094388?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/112766779479094388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=112766779479094388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112766779479094388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112766779479094388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/09/damn-music.html' title='Damn The Music!'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-112763219774129843</id><published>2005-09-25T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T00:09:57.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let The Sleeping Lie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Whooo Hooo!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well folks, as you can tell I have changed the layout yet again, but I feel good about it this time...This was one of the first layouts that I used and I found myself going back to it and looking at if often over the last few months. This being the case, I decided to go back and use it yet again, but this time I actually left the music code in so I could have a song playing. *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, nothing new is going on here as of late, with the exception of me realizing just how catty the people that work with my mother are. She had a co-worker pass away recently. This woman had her 13 year old son commit suicide earlier this year...you might be able to find the post that I had made about that...anyway, this woman passes away and my mom's co-workers all immediately go to the suspicion that she herself had also committed suicide. This as one of those things that made me wonder why it is that some people cannot let the dead lie. They have to talk badly or make assumptions about how one passed as if it is any of their damn business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anywho, I am going to cut this short and hit the sack...take care all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-112763219774129843?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/112763219774129843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=112763219774129843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112763219774129843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112763219774129843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/09/let-sleeping-lie.html' title='Let The Sleeping Lie...'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-112691558357457967</id><published>2005-09-16T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T17:08:05.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cable T.T.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, after having gone something like three and a half weeks with no tv, we finally have it back. We don't need to get into why we didn't have it in the first place, do we? I didn't think so either. Anyway, while we HAD DTV, we now have regular cable. I am not complaining. It's rather cool actually. Our cable company has made a bunch of improvements since I last had it, but I still miss DTV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, my mum got home safely and dammit, I am happy to have her home. *smiles* She brought me some toe rings back, which I thought was rather cool because she knows how much I like them. She brought T.T. an activity book from the airport and was worried that he might be a little disappointed, but truth be told, she could have brought him a piece of gum and he would have been thrilled. She had a good trip home, though she almost fell up the stairs getting on one of her planes. This seems to be my mum's travel ritual as of late. *laughs* She also managed to get bitten by a bunch of "skeeters" while in Mississippi. Another one of her travel rituals when she goes to the south. *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hope all yas have a good weekend and be safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-112691558357457967?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/112691558357457967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=112691558357457967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112691558357457967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112691558357457967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/09/cable-tt.html' title='Cable T.T.'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-112665038734520896</id><published>2005-09-13T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T15:26:27.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myspace &amp; You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Whoooo Hooooo!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, my mum gets home tomorrow and I am damn excited. Seems just like yesterday that she left to visit with family...went by so fast. T.T. is also excited as I am sure most folks can imagine to see his grandmother again after two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyways, so, what has been going on around here? Well, not much. Been hanging out at my mom's more than anything. Madden Man is still putting in applications, but the only thing coming up for hiring is seasonal help and while that will give him a job for a few weeks, it's not something that will likely turn into full time, but if he gets one, I am not going to complain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me? Well, I am doing just fine. I decided to cut my hair yesterday to give me some bangs since the weather is getting cool here, and after I did it, I thought that maybe I had made a mistake. Whooops! Too late to take that one back, eh? *laughs* I had forgotten how much I hate to have my hair in my face sometimes, so I found a bobby pin and pinned them up off my face...So much better. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Things at myspace are going swimmingly so far. I only have five friends, but you know what? It's all good. I am not going on a friends adding spree, why bother? Seems the more folks that end up there are so not going to be spoken to, so keep it short and sweet. *smiles* And yes, I still get the feeling that most of the people that I have run up on in there would rather walk by you than spit on you if you were on fire, but that is just my opinion. Take it or leave it. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anywho, I have shit to do this afternoon, so everyone take care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-112665038734520896?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/112665038734520896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=112665038734520896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112665038734520896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112665038734520896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/09/myspace-you.html' title='Myspace &amp; You...'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-112649039834214550</id><published>2005-09-11T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T18:59:58.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Forget...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mystikvizionz.com/images/WTCFlag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-112649039834214550?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/112649039834214550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=112649039834214550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112649039834214550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112649039834214550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/09/never-forget.html' title='Never Forget...'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-112633274450765648</id><published>2005-09-09T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T23:12:24.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Wong Foo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, well, I have started sending out friend requests on myspace and have actually gotten one back. *grins* And it's from a celeb as well, so yeah, I am damn, fucking giddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, I wanted to share a little realization that I had today while thinking about my previous post. So, what is so weird about being an internet friend of a celeb that you happen to have a crush on? Well, for me, I think it is the fact that you have this image that the person or people put forth in concert pics, publicity shots, or what have you and you go with that. Now, while you, in some cases, want to find out everything that you can about the person without actually stalking their asses, to run across a blog or personal photos and such, kinda takes them out of that fantasy element and plops them down in the real world. They don't seem quite so....I don't know what the word is that I am looking for here...however, I hope that someone out there does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, with that being out of the way, onto something else...my mum will be home this coming week. I am damn happy, I have missed the shit out of her...not to mention, I am always a little worried when she has to fly anywhere. I have so enjoyed the time that I have had to spend at her house and all, it's just not the same without her here to talk to and dammit, though I will never admit it, I actually miss playing Scrabble with her as well....Like I said, I'll never admit that to her though. *grins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, well, I am going to go back to watching To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything! Julie Newmar...Is it me or does Wesley Snipes make the ugliest fucking woman on the face of the Earth?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-112633274450765648?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/112633274450765648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=112633274450765648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112633274450765648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112633274450765648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/09/real-wong-foo.html' title='The Real Wong Foo...'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-112622671940585535</id><published>2005-09-08T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T17:45:19.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebs &amp; Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Shudders*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok, has anyone had the experience of running across their celeb crushes blog somewhere? Now, I think that maybe it's just me, but I feel a little weird about that. I went looking for one of my many celeb crushes on myspace, and actually found him, while reading a bunch of other people's shit in the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think what I feel a little weird about is that you know that these people have personal lives and all that, but it's just one of those things to actually let you, or the world of the internet if they are so inclined, share in a piece of that outside of their chosen profession. And I think the sad thing of this whole situation is that I don't even have the guts to send a friend request over there to him...as if it means something monumental. Just a bit too weird for my taste...at least right now that is...Just let me get into a convo with someone that has an obsession like I do for this person and we'll see what shakes loose. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-112622671940585535?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/112622671940585535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=112622671940585535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112622671940585535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112622671940585535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/09/celebs-blogging.html' title='Celebs &amp; Blogging'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-112614901705790718</id><published>2005-09-07T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T20:10:18.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Vacations &amp; Unemployment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, I am still no more close to curing my boredom than I was yesterday. Though, I have given up going through quizilla and taking the quizzes. So, I guess that is a step in the right direction. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, My mum has been gone for a week officially tomorrow and you know what, I miss her. Hell, even Madden Man misses her. Though I have talked to her at least every other day while she has been gone, still isn't the same. She's having a good time spending time with her family though and I am glad. They had a birthday party for my grandfather over the weekend to celebrate his 86th....I think he's 86...anyway, birthday, then she and her sister headed to Mississippi for the remainder of her vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Let's see, what else is going on here??? Um, well, I have no TV still. It was supposed to be paid on the 1st, but other bills came up so we are still without the old boob tube. Know what? I miss it now. it was one thing to not have TV for like 11 days, but we are heading into week three without it and we are all starting to miss it. I spent the weekend with T.T. at my mum's this past weekend and usually I am not one to watch much TV when I am there, but damn if I didn't watch TV almost every waking minute that we were at her house. Kinda like I was trying to soak it all in because I knew what was in store for me when I came home. I still have moments of wanting to go back and stay at her house during the week, but T.T. has school and I kinda like seeing his face when he gets up in the morning. *smiles* I am just that kind of mom. *smiles again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Things are still bleak on the job front for Madden Man. he has put in a bunch of apps, but has yet to follow up on any of them, least not that he has told me about anyway. Oh well, he has like two and a half weeks left to find a job, then he is out on his ass. And as I have said before, he knows this, but still sits on his ass at the pc all day playing games and shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now, I don't want anyone to think I am exaggerating about the situation, but I even looked into how much of a loan I could take out against T.T.'s life insurance. next step will be to see how much my mom can get from my life insurance for a loan. T.T.'s wasn't even worth the effort to try and do, so I am hoping that maybe mine will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alright, since I am now depressing the hell out of myself, I'm gonna cut this short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-112614901705790718?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/112614901705790718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=112614901705790718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112614901705790718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112614901705790718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/09/of-vacations-unemployment.html' title='Of Vacations &amp; Unemployment'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-112606188048042661</id><published>2005-09-06T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T20:17:56.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Must Really Be Bored...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seriously, I am...browsing through Quizilla and taking quizzes, so I thought I would post a few of the results...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Steve can be a bit of a player but how can you resist his smile and how he makes eye contact with the fans? well...you are going to have to go through me to get to steve you bia" src="http://mystikvizionz.com/images/1034967474_Asteveresults.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/donnaramona/quizzes/which%20new%20found%20glory%20guy%20is%20for%20you?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;which new found glory guy is for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fitting since he is my favorite member of the group...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mystikvizionz.com/images/1126040593_cturessera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winged Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/JeWelsN/quizzes/Will%20You%20Have%20Wings%20When%20You%20Become%20An%20Angel??"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Will You Have Wings When You Become An Angel?? ((Pictures))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I suppose this means that I will be an angel and I will have wings then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Lust!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What it is:&lt;/b&gt;The least worst of the sins. It is&lt;br /&gt;the desire for sex even if they're not married&lt;br /&gt;to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Punishment in Hell:&lt;/b&gt;Smothered in fire and&lt;br /&gt;brimstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Animal:&lt;/b&gt;Cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Color:&lt;/b&gt;Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Demon:&lt;/b&gt;Asmodai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ToiletPaperAlchemist/quizzes/Which%20Of%20the%207%20Deadly%20Sins%20Are%20You?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Which Of the 7 Deadly Sins Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not sure how I feel about that one.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And now for my final quiz of the night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEDIEVAL ENGLAND&lt;br /&gt;Famous Ruler: King Edward III&lt;br /&gt;Living Quarters: Castles&lt;br /&gt;Hardship: The Black Plague&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't want to live in the "fairy&lt;br /&gt;tale-like" days of knights and castles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/azjtt/quizzes/What%20Time%20Period%20Do%20You%20Belong%20In?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;What Time Period Do You Belong In? (Updated!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So...my perfect guy from NFG is Steve...I will have wings and be an angel, I am the deadly sin of lust and my perfect time period is Medeval England...Still don't know what to say about all that....Except, that I am still bored. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-112606188048042661?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/112606188048042661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=112606188048042661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112606188048042661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112606188048042661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-must-really-be-bored.html' title='I Must Really Be Bored...'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-112562565323023424</id><published>2005-09-01T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T18:47:33.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts &amp; Prayers Requested For Those In Sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been fortunate to not have lost anyone in the wake of Katrina, but co-workers of my mother didn't fare so well. One lady lost 5-7 members of her family when Katrina hit Mississippi. While a bunch of her family made or are making their way out here to California, she has still suffered a great loss. Please send your prayers out to all that are suffering now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have as you can tell by my previous post signed up for the Katrina Blog Relief Day today. It is only for today, but I urge you to continue making donations well past today. In times like these, we need to reach out and care for one another instead of thinking that it only affects those there and their families, but it doesn't. I goes much deeper and much more far spread than that. We will all feel the effects of Katrina whether at the gas pumps or within our own families and we need to bond together in an effort to care for those that now have nothing while we may have plenty. So please, open your hearts and do what you can to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The smallest thing have have the biggest meaning to someone in need...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-112562565323023424?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/112562565323023424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=112562565323023424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112562565323023424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112562565323023424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/09/thoughts-prayers-requested-for-those.html' title='Thoughts &amp; Prayers Requested For Those In Sorrow'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-112562511496053398</id><published>2005-09-01T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T15:47:54.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katrina Blog Relief Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In the wake of Hurricane Katrina, I strongly urge all of you that can, to please donate what you can to the &lt;a href="https://www.redcross.org/donate/donation-form.asp"&gt;American Red Cross&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Here is a list of charities that you can donate to as well, &lt;a href="http://instapundit.com/archives/025235.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Another site where you can keep up on what is going on with relief efforts, etc, is &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/flood%20aid"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Please do what you can as we all need to care for one another in a time of tragedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My thoughts and prayers are with all that have perished or are suffering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-112562511496053398?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/112562511496053398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=112562511496053398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112562511496053398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112562511496053398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/09/katrina-blog-relief-day.html' title='Katrina Blog Relief Day'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-112546021736759287</id><published>2005-08-30T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T20:50:17.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation's A-Coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, there is not much going on over here. Madden Man still doesn't have a job and as a result, we have lost our TV for the time being. Actually, we lost it on the 20th, but who am I to quibble about it? I can't honestly say that I mind a whole hell of a lot as I have a bunch of stuff TiVo'd and so it's not as if I have nothing to watch. Not to mention, countless DVDs and such too. But still, I miss watching my regular programs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyways, my mum is getting ready to go on vacation to visit with her family in a couple days. So I will be housesitting for her off and on through the next two weeks, well, me, T.T. &amp;amp; Madden Man that is. I like staying at her house. Gives us some time to actually have a house to ourselves and all that and not have to worry about crap that we do at home. Kinda a nice break, if I do say so myself. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Let's see, what else is going on? Oh! I have been finally playing with my PSP and PS programs. Had these damned things on the pc and laptop and have yet to take a look at them really well until about three days ago. I have already learned how to glitter names and all that and am working on animating sigs and such. Kinda fun, but also frustrating at the same time. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, off I go to play some more with my programs. *grins stupidly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-112546021736759287?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/112546021736759287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=112546021736759287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112546021736759287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112546021736759287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/08/vacations-coming.html' title='Vacation&apos;s A-Coming'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-112477226223579195</id><published>2005-08-22T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T21:47:05.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Weeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As you can tell, I have changed my layout yet again. I just love Emily The Strange. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I don't have much to actually talk about, just some things that I have been thinking about lately:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;How do those women that always look put together well do it? I suppose I wonder this because I myself, no longer have the patience to do that for myself anymore. I am more of a comfortable clothes and hair in a bun kind of girl. But I do so admire those women that will go out of their way to make sure that not a hair looks out of place or not a piece of jewelry that doesn't look like it should be there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now, on that same note, do said women get tired of going through all that everyday? Do they ever long for one of those days where their hair looks like a birdnest and their clothes are shall we say, less than perfect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Why do pigeons taunt cats? I realize that this is a dumb question, but it's one that I have thought about. What happens to that pigeon when the cat that he has been taunting gets out? Well, I think that is a question that answers itself, don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Who is/are the person/people who lie to women and say they look good when they don't? Now, this is really more of a question that has been on my brain for a long time since I have seen many, many, many women that are "fluffy" actually walking out of their houses with belly shirts on. Now being that I am a "fluffy" woman, I don't think it is attractive to wear a shirt where all your flab is hanging out from the bottom, but maybe that is just me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When did dinner and a movie become such an expensive date? Remember back in the day when movies only cost like $3? Now you have to take out a small loan in some places to see a movie and grab some dinner with someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The above question being asked, why do we as consumers actually pay for the privilege to be price gouged on shit like popcorn, hot dogs, candy &amp;amp; soda? Let's revolt...Damn the Theater Man!!!!! *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, I think that is enough for this session. Please pay the man on your way out so I can go see a movie. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-112477226223579195?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/112477226223579195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=112477226223579195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112477226223579195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112477226223579195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/08/random-rants.html' title='Random Rants'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-112450257247895992</id><published>2005-08-19T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T18:49:32.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays, School &amp; Michael Buble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Weeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ahhhhh, we made it through our first week of school with T.T. and let me tell you that it has been a little hellish having to get up early again. He started back on my birthday, so me and Madden Man had some quiet together time while he was at school. I had a good birthday. My mum gave me some money and a really nice plant. With all that she does for us all throughout the year, I have to be honest and say that it was a nice thing to see the plant. I just expected a card and some money from her. That is her usual gift since I have moved out of the house and she knows how badly I need money since Madden Man is not working. I also got a couple cards...one from my Grandfather and one from my bestest, which I have to tell you that I almost got into an accident when I saw her name on the envelope. *laughs* Not often that I get mail from her, so that was a very unexpected, but great surprise. Thanks!!! *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have invested some of that birthday money that I got and ordered myself an exercise DVD on the advice of my bestest, so now I will be able to get some exercise rain or shine. I am actually looking forward to getting it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, now that the news part is out of the way, can I take a few moments to express some disbelief that I have? I can, oh, well, yeah, I can because this is my blog. So here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I happened to be up late last night and I saw a commercial from something called a Slim Shaper or some crap like that. Basically, it's a longline girdle. Now, can someone please tell me why in the hell they get slim ass women modeling this thing? Wouldn't a woman be more inclined to order it if you see an average woman slip into this thing and model how it works instead of a model with a slim trim body? It looks like a friggin' pair of biker shorts on a slim model. I want to see how much of the bulge goes away from a woman that looks like she has a few extra pounds. Hell, give me a big woman and show me how the hell that works for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;While I am on the subject of plus size clothing and undergarments...why in the hell do they have thin women modeling for catalogs like Lane Bryant? Now, I realize that they sell clothes from smaller women as well as plus-sized, but uh, I'm sorry, I would rather see a woman with a body type similar to mine modeling some clothes that I am interested in buying so I can get an idea of how they may look on me before I go through the trouble of placing the order and al that. Maybe it's just me that feels that way though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Has anyone ever stopped to wonder why it is in commercials for things like laundry detergent and such that the people are always married? It looks as if these companies don't think that single people do laundry or wash dishes or what have you. I don't know why that bothers me, but it seems unrealistic to push the stereotype that married folks use these items only. No single folks don't need deodorant or shavers or anything like that. *rolls eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Commercials....blah! Where do advertising companies find the people for the commercials? Has any of us "normal" folk seen a man that looks as sexy as the ones in the shaver/shaving cream commercials walking down the street? What about the women that do the shampoo commercials? Do we see woman walking down the street swinging their hair as if in an orgasmic fit of delight because their hair is now more bouncy because of some new improved shampoo? I would be inclined to think that a woman was having some kind of seizure of I saw some shit like that going on. *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh, and in a follow-up to my post about the Summer Car Concerts...Michael Buble is an interesting choice to be singing at the top of your lungs with the windows down while driving. *giggles* I found myself singing along to one of his songs on the radio the other night and had a couple look at me as if I had lost my mind...Little do they know that I have. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alright, I am out for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-112450257247895992?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/112450257247895992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=112450257247895992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112450257247895992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112450257247895992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/08/birthdays-school-michael-buble.html' title='Birthdays, School &amp; Michael Buble'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-112408226737085711</id><published>2005-08-14T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T22:04:27.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eve Of The Big 3-0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Weeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, here I am on the eve of my 30th birthday and you know what? It's harder for my mum to say it than it is for me to say. Funny isn't it? Well, for my birthday, I intend to indulge in some ice cream from ColdStone and some Chips Ahoy cookies and do absolutely nothing, well, I may play the Sims 2 a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ah, The Sims 2...I finally figured out how to get it installed completely on the laptop and I am fairly certain you can imagine all the time that I have been spending with my beloved Sims. I have created one Sim named Shelby who has managed to become the town's slut. Yes, folks, she was engaged and still she managed to bed another man, a set of sisters and an old man. Ah!!!!!!!! I think that is rather funny, a slutty Sim, but hey, that is how she was created. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, so here starts another long week of Madden Man being out of work and you know what? I got so used to being by myself when he found a job and T.T. was in school, that even though he has only been out of work for like a week and a half, I miss it. I wake up in the morning knowing that I am going to see him all day long. Do you know how long that makes my days now? Well, I'm not going to keep going on about this as I am not in the mood to make myself angry before my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, I am off to shower and call it an early night since T.T. is going back to school in the morning. *smiles proudly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-112408226737085711?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/112408226737085711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=112408226737085711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112408226737085711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112408226737085711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/08/eve-of-big-3-0.html' title='The Eve Of The Big 3-0'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-112387089014885300</id><published>2005-08-12T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T11:22:29.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays, Anniversaries &amp; Schools</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, here I am...three days until my 30th birthday and you know what, I am not looking forward to it at all. Not because I am going to be 30, I have no problems with that, but because it is going to be bleak. Do you know that in the almost three years (officially three tomorrow) that Madden Man and I have been together, I have never gotten a gift from him. Ok, that isn't exactly true, HE was my gift the first year. But, since then, he has been out of work on my birthday and money has been tight, so no gift for me. I know that birthdays and anniversaries are not about the gifts, but it would be nice to get one just one year. Hell, I would settle for a handmade card, but he isn't so inclined to do that for me. Not sure why either, but yeah...that is the way that he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, T.T. is going back to school on Monday. I was a little shocked when I got his school calendar too. Usually when kids here start school in August, they are out in May, but that isn't so at the school he will be going to....&lt;em&gt;HOWEVER&lt;/em&gt; he has bunches of time off. He has a week off for Columbus day, and then three weeks off for Christmas instead of two and two weeks off for Spring Break. Add in a few in-service days here and there and he has basically the same amount of school time as September to June kids do. 180 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have to say that I am kinda excited for him to be starting school on Monday...no, not because he will be out of my hair again, but because he is starting a whole new school with a bunch of new kids. New kids mean, new friends and I think it will be good for him. He is excited as well to be starting school, now to find him a new back-to-school outfit for Monday...The search begins...Wish me luck. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-112387089014885300?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/112387089014885300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=112387089014885300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112387089014885300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112387089014885300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/08/birthdays-anniversaries-schools.html' title='Birthdays, Anniversaries &amp; Schools'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-112326422378873835</id><published>2005-08-05T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T11:23:31.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, here we are another day, another entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Things on the homefront aren't looking up anymore. Madden Man didn't make his 60 day probation at the store he was working at, so yet again, he is out of work. Now, while I am not mad because it isn't his fault, I am a little discouraged that he got up this morning and the extent of his day so far was to file for unemployment and call on an app that has long been discarded. *sighs* I guess I thought that he would have gotten up, gotten dressed and peddled his ass around town putting in applications for a new job. I think that was too much to hope for. *shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, on another note, my birthday is coming up in like 10 days. While I am looking forward to it, it has made me think though about birthday's in general. Remember when you were a kid and you would count the days until your birthday? Why do we lose that as we get older? I mean once you hit like 12, you can't wait to be 16 to drive. You hit 16 and you can't wait until you are 18. You hit 18 and you can't wait to be 21, but after that, it all just kinda goes bad. People dread turning 30, 40, 50, etc...Why? Age is nothing but a number and I firmly believe that you are only as old as you feel. I surely don't feel like I am going to be 30. Matter of fact, I think that someone lied on my birth certificate. *laughs* Though, as I have told my therapist and my bestest, I think that it helps that I have a man that lets me indulge my teenage rebellious side sometimes and lets me be a big baby too. *laughs* In any event, I am not dreading turning 30. As Julia Roberts said before she turned 30, "It's opening a new chapter in my life. If I knew when I was 20 what I know at almost 30, I would be totally different." Or something like that...*laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-112326422378873835?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/112326422378873835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=112326422378873835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112326422378873835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112326422378873835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title='.......'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-112279138727701497</id><published>2005-07-30T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T23:29:47.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Car Concerts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Giggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, I actually have something that I feel is interesting to talk about today. Since it is summer...I don't know about you all, but I like to blast music while I am in the car driving. Now, here's the thing, when you do that, you know how you get all up into the song? Do you continue to sing all loud and off-key when you stop at a stoplight, or do you get kinda quiet and go for the Britney Spears lip-syncing? See, I think that if you are going to be singing along, commit to doing it when you are at the stoplight. Damn the people that want to look at you like you have lost your mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok, that being said, at least if you are going to do it, pick some music that you can feel good about singing. Now me, I do not feel comfy singing along to say..Kelly Clarkson, though I love some of her songs, I am a wee bit embarrassed to sing her stuff in the car with the windows down...though I admire the folks that have the guts to do so. I just am not the one. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now, I don't know where any of you live, but where I live, if a paramedic or firefighter happens to catch you singing in the car, not only will they mock you, in a funny way of course, but they will also let whomever is in the ambulance or firetruck with them about it, so you end up with anywhere from 2 to 4 people laughing. Kinda embarrassing, but it's kinda funny at the same time. Anyone else have this problem? *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok, so now once committed to a song, do you have to get into it like Mariah when she's singing. Do you want to draw even more attention to yourself? I say, if you feel comfy doing it, more power to you, but if I pull along side, you better expect me to be busting up in my car. *grins* Now, I have seen some people doing hand movements like rappers in videos and such and I have seen people headbanging, and yes, when I pull along side, I am cracking up. I have had on more than one occasion someone tap their friend's shoulder and point at me. I kinda feel bad when that happens and someone ends up beat-ass red from embarrassment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, what is my music of choice for blasting during the summer? Well, at the moment, it is NFG, but changes from time to time depending on my mood. *laughs* Though, I am sorry, I have no tolerance of folks that want to listen to music that is not appropriate for little kids to be listening to. Although it is a free country, why subject someone to music filled with a bunch of curse words, and loudly I might add? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, so for all those fellow car concert givers, have fun, be prepared for embarrassment and if you can't commit to a song, don't bother blasting it and singing along. *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-112279138727701497?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/112279138727701497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=112279138727701497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112279138727701497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112279138727701497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/07/summer-car-concerts.html' title='Summer Car Concerts'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-112256995450737065</id><published>2005-07-28T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T10:03:01.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Photo Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Weeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well since nothing is really going on here, I thought I would take my bestest's advice and do a photo entry. So here we go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a232/wellmissbehaved/BlogPics/fish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are our fish. I am damn surprised that all of them are in this shot. So, for introductions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The two at the bottom are Duckie aka Big Boi (left) and ZacNWeezy (right).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Above them are Akira (left) and Stop (right).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And above those two are Squidward aka Dre (close-up) and Stripe (swimming to the surface).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a232/wellmissbehaved/BlogPics/counter2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a232/wellmissbehaved/BlogPics/counter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are pictures of my counters in my bathroom. The first picture has a framed photo of my bestest on her wedding day. I am still sad that I wasn't able to be there when she got married. The second one shows all the crap that I keep on my counter. Candles, soaps, bubblebath, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a232/wellmissbehaved/BlogPics/medicine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my medicine cabinet. As you can see, there isn't much in there. Couple things for toothpaste, baby oil, that sort of thing. Least there isn't anything too revealing in there, eh? *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a232/wellmissbehaved/BlogPics/windowsill.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the windowsill in my bathroom. I have an assortment of pictures of T.T. The yellow framed picture was a Christmas present from T.T.'s old babysitter. It has his handprints and a little picture. The Poloroid is from Christmas morning like 4 years ago and the baby picture is from the day after he was born. Damn, he is cute. *smiles proudly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a232/wellmissbehaved/BlogPics/dirtydesk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, this picture could put my bestest to shame. That is the current state of our computer desk. Somewhere under the pile of stuff on the left is our printer. I fully intend to dig it out soon. You see the animals on the monitor? Well, the pink Beany Baby second from the left means the most to me. That is the bear dedicated to breast cancer awareness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a232/wellmissbehaved/BlogPics/laptop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a232/wellmissbehaved/BlogPics/wallpaperclose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, these two lovelies are of the laptop. The second one is a shot of the wallpaper that I am currently using. I want to thank my bestest again for that one. I still LOVE LOVE LOVE it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a232/wellmissbehaved/BlogPics/tongue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a232/wellmissbehaved/BlogPics/piercing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are two of my piercings. As you can see, I have my tongue pierced. I got that done almost four years ago and my mum still hates it. *laughs* The barbell says "Angel" on it. Have to say that was one of my better finds on Ebay. The second one is of the industrial I had done earlier this year. Freaks my bestest out. *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a232/wellmissbehaved/BlogPics/tatt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, for the final picture, this is the tattoo I have on the outside of my left ankle. Yes, folks, I have forever been marked as a Blue's Clue. So during the summer when I wear sandles and flipflops, I hear, "Look Mommy/Daddy, she a clue...A CLUE!!!" I don't mind though and I don't regret getting it, thank God, because it's way too late to have to removed or changed. *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, hope I didn't bore anyone too much with this. If you didn't like it, oh well, and if you did, cool beans. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-112256995450737065?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/112256995450737065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=112256995450737065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112256995450737065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112256995450737065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-first-photo-entry.html' title='My First Photo Entry'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a232/wellmissbehaved/BlogPics/th_fish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-112225259423899440</id><published>2005-07-24T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T17:49:54.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The UPSide of Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, after all the trials and tribulations trying to get the new Harry Potter book, I have it in my possession...&lt;em&gt;FINALLY!!!!!&lt;/em&gt; While I was here housesittin at my mums, I placed a call to UPS to find out why they claimed that they had tried to deliver my package, when that simply wasn't true and as was per usual over the last week, all they could do was take my complaint down and forward it to my local UPS place. Which I have to admit that they did. So, come yesterday morning, while he was getting ready for work, Madden Man gets a call from the local UPS place telling him that I could come and pick my book up that it would be waiting for me on the desk. &lt;em&gt;JOY!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt; All this after being told that the UPS place is not open on weekends over here. But I digress, I got myself and T.T. dressed and off we headed to UPS to get my book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Imagine how overjoyed I was when I had the damn box in my eager hands. I stayed and talked to the UPS guy for a bit about the book and everything that had happened, and then I was on my way to take Madden Man to work and head back to my mum's to relax. Now, you would think that as soon as I got my butt back to my mum's that I would have been all up on that book, but I wasn't. I was a little peeved at the ordeal to get the damned thing and I just wasn't ready to find out what had gone on the the world of Harry Potter just yet. Though, I did dive into the thing sometime yesterday afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I managed to get halfway through the book yesterday before I finally called it a day and went to bed, only to be up this morning and back reading the book again. And much to both my shock and dismay, I have finished the book. All 652 pages of it and believe you me, I enjoyed every sentence that I read and I even found myself crying at some things that I read, but nonetheless, I was quite pleased with the book. Now comes the hard part.....Waiting for the final book.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-112225259423899440?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/112225259423899440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=112225259423899440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112225259423899440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112225259423899440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/07/upside-of-harry-potter.html' title='The UPSide of Harry Potter'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-112205627938013395</id><published>2005-07-22T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T11:17:59.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Books And Humidity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, here it is almost a week later and I still don't have my Harry Potter book. I have given up hope that the US Postal Service will bring my my magical escape, but then again, I don't really care anymore either. I have a free replacement copy coming by UPS today. I also got a refund for the original order, so in essence, I am getting the book free. Now, Madden Man and my mum both think that once I get the replacement copy that the original one will come in. Oh well if it does. I will be sending it back to amazon (against Madden Man's wishes) as I really don't need two copies of the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, what's going on around here? Well, not much. I have been enjoying being able to sleep in a little this past week, but that means that has taken a toll on my morning walk. That should be posted in my other journal. *smiles* I guess my only complaint now is that it has been so friggin' humid here the last few days, but no rain has managed to fall here...yet. The weatherman keeps promising rain, oh sweet rain, but yet, nothing. What a let down. *laughs* So, now with the humidity in the air, I am heading to my mum's for the weekend to housesit and all she has is a swamp cooler. For those of you that don't know, a swamp cooler uses water to make chilly air for the house. &lt;em&gt;However&lt;/em&gt; in the humidity, it doesn't work so well. It adds more humidity to the house, so while you may be feeling cool, you never really "cool-off". It's only for like three days, and I think I can manage. At least I will be able to have some internet over there with the laptop. Although I have to reinstall AOHell into the laptop to be able to connect to anything online, but I suppose it's a small price to pay to be able to stay connected to the world of my friends while away from home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have found myself talking to &lt;a href="http://maiarayne.blogspot.com"&gt;my bestest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a hell of a lot the last few days. No that isn't a problem, it's kinda cool actually. With having the laptop, I can actually catch her online instead of the tag game with email and phone calls and such. So much cooler. *smiles* Oh, and thanks for the really um.....what is the word I am looking for?......excellent, gorgeous, handsome, great, oooooohhhhhhhh wallpaper. *smiles* Still hate to turn off the laptop or the pc because I can't look at it anymore. *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Things are going well with Madden Man and his current job. he is off probation for it in about 9 days and apparently, his supervisor has no problem with the way he works. Meaning, he does what he's told to when he's told to and how he's told to. I am glad that he found the job he did. It is something he is good at and actually enjoys doing, so that is always a plus. Not to mention, he likes the people he works with, so that is an added bonus too. I still like having some time way from him now, though, I am going to admit that there are times when I do miss him, but you know what, as I have said before, I am not complaining in the slightest. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, I'm off to look at my wallpaper or a DVD or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-112205627938013395?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/112205627938013395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=112205627938013395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112205627938013395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112205627938013395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/07/of-books-and-humidity.html' title='Of Books And Humidity'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-112156889597180804</id><published>2005-07-16T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T19:57:06.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potter Mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;*GRRRRRRRRRRR*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok, besides the fact that I have to fight with the damn font selector every time I post something, I have had a bad day today. I'm sure most if not all of you know that the new Harry Potter book came out today. Well, yours truly placed an order with amazon in February and had a guarantee that I would have the book today, but do I have it? Nope. My mail carrier didn't even attempt to deliver it to me. Nope, oh and to top that off, the notice that he/she left in my box, well, all it had on it was my address, no name, no article number nothing. So needless to say I was pissed then. I ended up having to go to the post office and tell them what happened and still they could do nothing as my book was still with the carrier out on the rounds. I spoke with a supervisor and showed them the notice and was told that it was unacceptable, as if I didn't already know this, but...I did manage to get a redeliver scheduled for Monday and hopefully they will follow the instructions on the slip and actually leave my book with me at my door!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, Madden Man and I have had this laptop for a little over two weeks and already we had to reformat the thing. Thank goodness we don't have much on here or else we would have been in for a long ole fight about what happened. Apparently he was trying to pin some items that he uses often to his start menu and accidentally hit something that installed some kind of spyware removal ad on the system. The thing intergrated with some of the system programs so that we couldn't remove it no matter what we did. Pissed us off. Reformatting seems to have gotten rid of it, but damn, what a way to sell you product. Make it so that the person feels as if they have no choice but to get your program or reformat. Well, I am not going to have someone make me do anything where downloading for this thing is concerned. *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anywho...I am off to find something to watch...maybe a movie that I TiVoed....Man, TiVo is great! *grins big cheesy grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-112156889597180804?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/112156889597180804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=112156889597180804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112156889597180804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112156889597180804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/07/potter-mail.html' title='Potter Mail'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-112114118623782492</id><published>2005-07-11T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T21:07:15.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books &amp; Bags...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;*Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You know what? I never realized how hard to was to keep up with a bunch of email accounts until recently...nor did I even think about how hard it was going to be to transfer everything from a bunch of accounts to just one. Such a friggin' hassle. But I suppose I'm not going to complain... just can't fathom how it is that I thought at one point, why I needed to have so many accounts. *shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, T.T. has started his final week of summer school and while I am happy that it is almost over, I am kinda scared as well because this means the I will have him home with me for the rest of the summer and I have no clue what in the hell I am going to do with him. I mean, I don't want to have him sitting and playing Xbox or with the pc all day...not to mention, Madden Man wouldn't like that either because then he and I would be fighting over the laptop...well, as long as we have the laptop that is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As it is, we are trying to decide if we even want to keep he laptop because it is already causing some problem because neither of us want to admit that we like the laptop better than the pc. Ok, well, I can't even lie like that. I like them both, but in truth, I prefer the pc. All my music and games and such are there on the pc and we agreed that we wouldn't put all that stuff on the laptop. However, it can be damn uncomfortable to sit at the computer desk for long periods of time working on something that can be done on the comfort of my own couch...know what I mean? Of course you do. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, I am bored out of my mind being a housewife and will start looking for a job. Thankfully, I may already have a sitter lined up for T.T. across from my apartment. So happens that the woman the lives over there, her mom lives up the street from my mum and the boyfriend of the lady across the way worked with a woman that had worked with my mum. So, needless to say, I feel rather comfy with her watching T.T. if/when I find a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, for those of you that haven't followed the link over to the left for Dark Hunter or are wondering what the hell that is, you should check it out. They are a series of books by Sherrilyn Kenyon and they are incredible. If you like romance, action, and mythology, then they are the books for you. I happened to run across a couple of them when I took T.T. to the local library. I so enjoyed the first book that I read that I went and got the other one there. I finished that one, took it back and then I managed to buy one of the other ones yesterday and I finished that last night. Oh, speaking of buying things, I have to show y'all the cutest bag, and I call it that because I had to loophole my way out of why I got it....anyway, you can check it out &lt;a href="http://www.hottopic.com/store/product.asp?LS=0&amp;ITEM=141982"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alrighty folks, I'm heading out...hopefully I have something more interesting to write about here the next time that we meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-112114118623782492?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/112114118623782492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=112114118623782492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112114118623782492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112114118623782492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/07/books-bags.html' title='Books &amp; Bags...'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-112075667261895351</id><published>2005-07-07T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T10:17:52.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comforting Smells</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;*Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, here it is, another new layout. I kinda have a soft spot for Pin-Up Toons and I LOVE the color purple, so I thought this suited me well...least for right now. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, not much is going on around here. Madden Man and I have learned to share the laptop...ok, that's not really true...I use it for most of the time while he is at work and since he has recently rented a video game that he needs cheat codes for, we share. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;****Random Thought Break****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Have you ever had one of those moments where you happen to catch the smell of your significant other on pillows and such and realize just how good they smell? I mean natural smell, not all perfumed or cologned up. I had one of those this morning. I was sitting here on the couch and was leaning up against Madden Man's pillows and I could smell him. I love his smell, makes me feel safe in an odd sort of way. And it's a natural smell too...that's just the way that he smells and it smells good. Don't get me wrong, I love the way he smells just after a shower and all that, but the smell he has when he gets off of work and all that...well, I could go on for days about that, and I don't really think you all want to read about something like that. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;****Random Thought Break****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Needless to say we are in love with this laptop and will probably be keeping it as long as we can. We are hoping that in the next couple of months or so that we will have made enough of a dent in the price to purchase it outright. I wouldn't mind that. It's kinda nice being able to sit in the living room and be online and all that. I like being comfy when I am on the pc. Not that our desk chair isn't comfy, but oh, how I longed for the comfort of my couch or my bed while I was working on something that was going to take a long time to do. Now, I don't have to worry about that. Not to mention, when I go to my mum's now, I have something to do while I am there. *laughs* I don't usually watch a lot of tv when I am at her house, but I do get a bit bored sometimes over there, but this, I hope, will solve that problem. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok, well, I am out of here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-112075667261895351?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/112075667261895351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=112075667261895351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112075667261895351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112075667261895351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/07/comforting-smells.html' title='Comforting Smells'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-112041718332408957</id><published>2005-07-03T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T11:59:43.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cable Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;*Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I have the cable connection for the laptop, but, we have everything is hard-wired right now. I'm not complaining about all that though. It allows both Madden Man and I to be on the internet at the same time, so no arguing about who gets to be on at any given time. We are currently splitting the cable connection as we don't really have the money to make the laptop wireless just yet. Again, not complaining. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I am going to keep this one short as I have things I need to do around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope everyone has a safe and Happy July 4th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-112041718332408957?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/112041718332408957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=112041718332408957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112041718332408957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112041718332408957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/07/cable-update.html' title='Cable Update...'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-112019710604099488</id><published>2005-06-30T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T22:51:46.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cable Needed...Send Right Away!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;*Giggles like a schoolgirl*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whoo Hoooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!! Madden Man and I have finally gotten a laptop. We are renting it with a certificate that he got from some kind of settlement where someone sued one of the bigger rental companies out there. It's kinda cool, but right now we have the damned thing on dial-up and I am so used to being on the cable. *screams* Hopefully we can get all this figured out tomorrow. I sure hope so, or at least I can hook this thing up to the cable modem long enough to download the things that I need. You know what I am talking about...MSN, Yahoo!...updating my WMP and Real Players. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! I hate this. Right now, all I have is AIM and even then, I am not happy with that, but I'm not gonna complain. *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, I'm gonna keep this one short and all that...Please computer gods...GIVE ME A CABLE CONNECTION FOR MY LAPTOP SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-112019710604099488?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/112019710604099488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=112019710604099488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112019710604099488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/112019710604099488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/06/cable-neededsend-right-away.html' title='Cable Needed...Send Right Away!!!'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-111998298303822156</id><published>2005-06-28T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T11:23:03.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fishie Saga Continues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;*Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, here it is time for another entry. You would have thought that I would have put one up last week due to the fact that we had no tv, but I didn't. I actually found something constructive to do. I started reading a book that Madden Man had gotten me off of &lt;a href="mailto:EB@y"&gt;EB@y&lt;/a&gt; quite a few months ago. I had been wanting this book called The Hoods for the longest time and we found it up for auction on &lt;a href="mailto:EB@y"&gt;EB@y&lt;/a&gt; and won the auction. I still have the envelope that it came in because the thing had to go through customs. *laughs* It came from Canada. Anyway, I had started reading it and put it down in favour of other things, but last week I picked it up again and read quite a dent in it. I am hoping to finish it before I get the new Harry Potter book next month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, let's see...what else is going on around here??? Well, T.T. is enjoying summer school and I am enjoying having the apartment to myself most days. It's kind of nice that it is quiet and I can collect my thoughts at home now. Don't really feel the need to spend to much time at my mum's house anymore, though I will still make a run over there to spend some time with her. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't remember if I mentioned it, but we have replaced all the fish that we have lost over the last couple of months. All the fish that T.T. got at the county fair died and one of the fish that we got from the pet store died...actually, three of them died. But, we bought an aquarium and now have 6 fish swimming happily in it. We have our two originals that were in two bowls, Big Boi aka Duckie and Dre aka Squidward. To them we added four more...Stop, so named because it looks like a stop sign to T.T., ZakNWeezy, named for the character on Dragon Tales, Akira, named because it looks like the Japanese flag and Stripe because he looks like the creature from the movie Gremlins. He is also the one fish of the bunch that actually will stare down our cats when they want to try and get to the fish. *laughs* I'm going to have to get a picture of all the fish and put it up to show folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, other than all that, I can't really think of anything else that is going on right at this moment. Well, I can, but I don't feel like typing it all out at the moment, so until then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;RIP Paul Winchell, voice of Tigger...You will be missed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-111998298303822156?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/111998298303822156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=111998298303822156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/111998298303822156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/111998298303822156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/06/fishie-saga-continues.html' title='The Fishie Saga Continues...'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-111932189955387005</id><published>2005-06-20T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T19:45:43.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexiness And Solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;*Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, it has been quite a change getting used to being by myself when Madden Man is at work and T.T. is at school, but I kinda like it. I can gather my thoughts and all that and not have to worry about being called for one thing or another. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I have to say that I am completely bored right now though. I am watching videos on the internet and all that. Anyone ever heard of Michael Buble??? (Damn, pc won't let me do the accent right!!!!!) You know what, I think I first heard one of hisChristmass songs a couple years ago and thought that this guy has an incredible voice. I have to say that I think he is so sexy too. *grins* Not usually what I'm into, but yummmmm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, ok, ok...enough of me drooling over someone. *laughs* T.T. finished his regular school year on Friday and started summer school today. Well, they call it an "extended school year". It's like half days Monday to Friday for the next three and a half weeks. He's got his teacher and assistants that he had last year and a couple of his friends are there to, so I expect that he'll have a good time. Least, I hope he'll have a good time. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, well, I'm off to find something to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-111932189955387005?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/111932189955387005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=111932189955387005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/111932189955387005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/111932189955387005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/06/sexiness-and-solitude.html' title='Sexiness And Solitude'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-111877453385258083</id><published>2005-06-14T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T11:42:48.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S CLEAN!!!! IT'S REALLY CLEAN!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;*Sighs Happily*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, my home is completely clean and I am loving it. Madden Man is liking the job and I am happy for him. He likes what he is doing and is more inclined to give it his all. Not to mention, he is doing some actual labour, not sitting on a phone all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me, well, I have adjusted to being by myself again. Kinda weird, but I kinda like it too. It's been nice to have a few hours to myself to gather my thoughts and relax. Madden Man has been working some weird hours lately, so I haven't been seeing a hell of a lot of him in the last few days. Come to think about it, he left for work yesterday at 1:30, got home....well, I have no clue what time he got home, I was sleep and he had to get up at 4 to be at work at 6 this morning, so, if he comes home at about the same time he left yesterday, it will have been 24 hours since I have seen him. Oh well, I'm not complaining though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-111877453385258083?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/111877453385258083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=111877453385258083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/111877453385258083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/111877453385258083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-clean-its-really-clean.html' title='IT&apos;S CLEAN!!!! IT&apos;S REALLY CLEAN!!!!'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-111824263944303409</id><published>2005-06-08T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T07:57:51.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Out...Here Comes Mrs. Clean!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;*Smiles Happily*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I have been doing well the last couple of days. I have done just what I said I was going to. I have managed to clean, thoroughly I might add, my living room and dining room as well as T.T.'s room. So that makes 3 down and two left to go. I am going to be starting on my room today, though, I am so dreading it because I am such a packrat and I have a bunch of crap to throw out. Not to mention, I have way more stuff than I have places to put stuff. Isn't that always the way it goes? Well, it is for me and I hate it. I suppose that means that I will be bagging up old clothes and such and putting them in the storage room until I can take them to the Goodwill. Not a bad thing though, I have enough room in there to store some things that will be coming out of my room. I am hoping that with everything clean, that it will be easier to do little cleanings instead of a massive one like I have been working on all week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah, well, this is a short one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-111824263944303409?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/111824263944303409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=111824263944303409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/111824263944303409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/111824263944303409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/06/look-outhere-comes-mrs-clean.html' title='Look Out...Here Comes Mrs. Clean!!!'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-111807016173945538</id><published>2005-06-06T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T08:02:41.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement In The Air....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;*Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, things are actually going well around here...hopefully for more than just a short while too. Madden Man finally got a job. He is working for a major department store, so we are confident that this will be a job that lasts. We think it will. He's going to be doing things that he wants to do and is good at. Needless to say, we are damn happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the meantime, I am going to take the next few days to get reaclimated to being by myself during the day and I will be cleaning the apartment starting today. I am determined to get this place looking a damn sight better than it does now...besides that, I need to organize my kitchen. I have new canisters that I need to make some counter room for and there are a few appliances that we don't use often enough to even have out on the counter, so those will be going into the cold storage that is under the cabinet. *grins* Do I sound enthused about this? That would be because I am. *laughing* Been awhile since I was happy about cleaning up. I figure it should take me the better part of this week to get everything like I want it, so that will talk over for the walk for a few days this week. Those of you that read my other blog know what I am talking about. *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-111807016173945538?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/111807016173945538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=111807016173945538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/111807016173945538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/111807016173945538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/06/excitement-in-air.html' title='Excitement In The Air....'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-111740523042590645</id><published>2005-05-29T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T15:21:42.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As The Fishbowl Turns...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;*Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I have sad to report that the last of the fish that Madden Man won T.T. at the fair have died. Even one of the fish that we had gotten him as a replacement died shortly after we got him. We figured out why and have been taking care of the fish that we have now until we can get an aquarium with a damn filter on it. What happened is that the fish secreted ammonia that polluted the water and basically, they suffocated themselves. So now we are cleaning the bowls once or twice a day and as I said, they seem to be doing ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The job search is still going on...and I am wondering what is wrong with Madden Man if he can have killer interviews and not get a job. He has managed to go out on a few interviews and they have been really good, then he hears nothing back from them. Though, I suppose it would help if he actually followed up on some of the ones that he's been to, but that it way too much like right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, we are anxiously awaiting the end of the school year. Why? Hell if I know. T.T. is going to be going to summer school and that starts like three days after he gets out of school. I kinda like the idea of him in summer school though. It gives him a chance to be with his friends and such for a little bit during the summer and with him going to a new school in the fall, I think this will be good for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;As for me, well, I'm doing ok. I changed the layout as you can see. I just love Happy Bunny. So cute and such a smartass. *winks* I am preparing to start looking for some kind of part time job for myself. I think that one of my neighbours can watch T.T. in the afternoon if needs be, so that would be an incentive to get out of the house. Besides, I can only take so much of being around Madden Man all day. I love him, but I hate the fact that he hovers when I am on my pc. Don't you hate that when someone is in the room and it seems like they are sending out that vibe that they want to use something...I hate it, so when asked if he will leave the room, he storms off and slams the door. Well, excuse me all to hell for wanting some alone time. Isn't spending almost 18 hours a day together enough? The man acts like he can't function if he isn't in the same room with me or vice versa when I am here. Blah! I hate that. I feel like I am being clung to like a fabric softener sheet straight out of the dryer. *screams in frustration*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I'm going to be taking off here. Hope everyone has a safe holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-111740523042590645?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/111740523042590645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=111740523042590645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/111740523042590645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/111740523042590645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/05/as-fishbowl-turns.html' title='As The Fishbowl Turns...'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-111653486169274878</id><published>2005-05-19T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T13:35:28.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Funerals &amp; A Job Search</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#a46f7d;"&gt;*Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#a46f7d;"&gt;Well, I have a bit of sad news to report...three of our fishies have made their way to the big aquarium in the sky. Yes, folks, three of the four fish that Madden Man won for T.T. at the county fair last week have died. Including T.T.'s choice, Madden Man's and mine. The only one left is little Nemo (love the name, don't you?). Ok, that's not entirely true. Madden Man and I went to the pet store and bought T.T. another fish. Now we have two fish in separate bowls. Nemo and Duckie aka Big Boy. They seem to be doing well in their respective places and we are hoping that they live for a good long while. Do you know how hard it is to explain death to a 7 year old? I almost cried when I had to tell him about the first couple of fish. *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#a46f7d;"&gt;Anyway, Madden Man has made some headway on the job front. No, he doesn't have a job yet, but he has been filling out apps and actually getting callbacks and interviews, so I can't really fault him for all that, though I will be quick to say that he should have been doing all this a hell of a lot sooner than he did. But, I didn't write that to start bitching, so, I'm just going to say that I hope something comes from all the apps he has been putting in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#a46f7d;"&gt;Well, there isn't too much else going on here in my world, so I'm gonna head out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#a46f7d;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-111653486169274878?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/111653486169274878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=111653486169274878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/111653486169274878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/111653486169274878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/05/three-funerals-job-search.html' title='Three Funerals &amp; A Job Search'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-111590590301221289</id><published>2005-05-12T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T06:51:43.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishies &amp; Allergies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#a46f7d;"&gt;*Coughs &amp; Sneezes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#a46f7d;"&gt;Well, we had a nice outing yesterday to the county fair. My mum, T.T., Madden Man &amp;amp; I. We went with the hope that we would be able to win T.T. a goldfish and instead of one...Madden Man won him 4. *laughs* So after our trip to the fair, we had to get a bowl, food, a net, etc. for our new finny friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#a46f7d;"&gt;Things around here are a bit quiet and boring, just the way I like it as many of you know. I suppose right now, the only things going on are my allergies and T.T.'s asthma kicking up. BLAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#a46f7d;"&gt;Anyway, I'm going to keep this short...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#a46f7d;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-111590590301221289?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/111590590301221289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=111590590301221289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/111590590301221289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/111590590301221289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/05/fishies-allergies.html' title='Fishies &amp; Allergies'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-111513229813923615</id><published>2005-05-03T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T07:58:18.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess I Really Won't Do Anything For Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#a46f7d;"&gt;*Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#a46f7d;"&gt;Well, here we are at the start of another week and you know what? I am damn tired. I have spent the last three days driving here and there and I am about to do it again today. My mum is getting her pin for being with her employer for 25 years. It was actually 25 in February, but they are having the little ceremony today. I can't lie, I am damn proud of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#a46f7d;"&gt;On the homefront though, I can say that I am a little less proud. I want to know why it takes the fear or losing your home for Madden Man to finally get his ass in gear to look for a job. You know, I have to agree with my mum here. She said that if he had put as much effort into finding a job before now, he probably would have had one. I couldn't agree with her more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#a46f7d;"&gt;I am still tired of seeing him every-damn-day too. Yeesh...I can't get this man to go out and do anything to save my life, nope as is my usual complaint, he sits in here, not showering, in front of my damn pc all day. And you know what else I have noticed? He's getting a wee bit boring too. Seems all the conversations that he has lately involve basketball or some damn pimp game. Isn't there more to the world than that? Well, to normal people's worlds? It has come to a point where I really don't want to talk to to him unless I have to, and even then, he manages to work a pimp game into the conversation! *screams in frustration* I think this is why I have been spending so many weekends with my mum. To get away from that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#a46f7d;"&gt;Do I sound bad because of what I have said? If I do, I'm not apologizing, I am just expressing how I am feeling at the moment. While part of me wishes that he would find a job and get the hell out of here for a few hours everyday, part of me is hoping that he doesn't so her will have to get the hell out of my house. Am I ready to move on to finding someone more suitable for myself and T.T.? Or is this just frustration of how I feel towards his constant laziness? Either way, I do believe that T.T. and I deserve better than a man that is content to sit on his ass all day, not showering, not doing his part, and being just lazy. I don't think that I should have to support a man that is perfectly capable of supporting himself and I don't want to do it anymore and I won't be doing it anymore. This is just damn ridiculous. Does he not realize how unhappy he is making me? How many more times do I have to say it? Do I have to be mean bout it? I have tried going the nice route, but that doesn't seem to get my point across about how I am feeling. There have to be other men out there...good men....a man that knows what his responsibilities are and steps up to the plate to take care of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#a46f7d;"&gt;I could go on forever, but the fact is that I have to get T.T. ready for school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#a46f7d;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-111513229813923615?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/111513229813923615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=111513229813923615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/111513229813923615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/111513229813923615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/05/guess-i-really-wont-do-anything-for.html' title='Guess I Really Won&apos;t Do Anything For Love...'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-111439866620456068</id><published>2005-04-24T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T20:11:06.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Don't You Get A Job?!?!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#a46f7d;"&gt;*Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#a46f7d;"&gt;Well, I haven't been around much now have I? That would be because not too much has been going on on the homefront. I have been spending more and more weekends at my mum's house. Not really sure why, but I suspect that it has something to do with getting away from Madden Man. I love the man to death, but you know what? I am a little tired of seeing him every damn day...all fucking day long. So, if absence makes the heart grow fonder, what does no absence make the heart do? Turn bitter and resentful? Blah, I need some time away from this man, but to ask him to go somewhere, well, that is a crime and even when I do ask him to leave for a bit, he never does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#a46f7d;"&gt;So, with all this tension building, I am just about at the end of my patience with him sitting around the house all day. He needs to find a job and soon or else, he will be living elsewhere. I can't afford him and again, I am getting tired of seeing him all day every damn day. My mum brought up an interesting point to him a few days ago, she decided to let him know how displeased she was with him and the fact that he has been living off of me and T.T. for the last few months. Here it was I should be the one telling him that and it was my mum who did. Me? Well, I didn't really think that I had the right to complain, that was until I spoke with my therapist. She told me that since I do have a steady source of income coming in that I do have the right to complain about it. And you know what? I did and I felt better that I did complain to him about it. Not sure how that made him feel, then again, right now, I don't give a fuck either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#a46f7d;"&gt;I can give him a wee bit of a break because he did some research and found out that he qualifies for some unemployment benefits still. That will help out a little because not having any extra money is killing us. Towards the end of the month, we are having to have my mum buy us some groceries and all that jazz. So with this little bit of money, we should be ok, but that does not mean that he doesn't need to find a job. He will be hoofing it, or else he will be living on the streets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#a46f7d;"&gt;So, with all this crap about money and all going on over here, we are going to have to put our plans of trying to have a baby on hold. I can't see bringing another child into this situation of finances being as bad as they are. No child deserves that. So here it is, I have waited like 8 months to try to have a baby, and now, I am going to have to wait even longer. *sighs in disgust*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#a46f7d;"&gt;Anyway, I am going to close this now. I am depressing myself over here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#a46f7d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#a46f7d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#a46f7d;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-111439866620456068?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/111439866620456068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=111439866620456068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/111439866620456068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/111439866620456068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/04/why-dont-you-get-job.html' title='Why Don&apos;t You Get A Job?!?!?!?!?!'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-111279829790220650</id><published>2005-04-06T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T18:37:27.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Changes Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;*Yawn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;Am I the only one that has been really thrown off track with this whole time change thing? I get up in the morning at 7, which used to be 6. And it seems as though the day goes by a lot faster than before. While this may be a good thing if I was expecting something to say, come in the mail of something like that, but to just be that way...scares me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;Anywho, things are relatively quiet around here and that's the way that I like things. Madden Man has quite a few apps in for jobs around town, so hopefully something will come around. Oh, did I tell ya all that he finally got his state ID card? Yep, he is an official resident of our lovely state here. *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;Anyway, I didn't have much to say this time, so I'm off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-111279829790220650?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/111279829790220650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=111279829790220650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/111279829790220650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/111279829790220650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/04/time-changes-everything.html' title='Time Changes Everything'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-111206987401132008</id><published>2005-03-28T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T18:36:44.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday &amp; Bitching</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;*Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;Well, yesterday was T.T.'s birthday. It was very nice. Kinda quiet, but it was cool like that. *smiles* Anyway, T.T. got three dvds from Madden Man and I and a Spiderman Tent and an Interact TV dvd from my mum. So, for not having much money, he was damn happy with what he got. So much so that he managed to talk me into sleeping with him on the living room floor with him while he slept in the tent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;Anyway, on the job search front, Madden Man has put in a few applications and I will be taking him tomorrow to put in some more, but in the meantime, I am dealing with him sitting his ass in front of my damn pc all friggin' day long. Again, as I have asked in many other posts in my old diary, why in the hell should I have to ask to use my own pc? And the fact that he has the nerve to get all snotty about it, well, let's just say that I am less than enthused when it comes to wanting to use my own damn pc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;So, why has he this affliction? Well, that would be because he is fucking addicted to playing pimp games and he feels the need to keep his ass sitting on the pc watching them at all hours of the day. I'm not exactly sure why this is, and frankly, I could give a damn, but as Jo Dee Messina sang, "My Give-A-Damn's Busted". I want him off my damn pc. I don't want to have to ask to use something that was mine long before he even moved in with me. Not to mention, he leaves some kind of friggin' sweat crust or something on the mouse after he has been sitting here all day. But, will this change? Nope...no matter how many times I say anything, he keeps on doing it. I suppose he must not think that by chance I may want to have some time by myself in here in the bedroom. I must want to spend every waking minute of the day with him...NOT!!!!! Nope, he doesn't think about any of this...only thinks about watching pimp games. What the hell kind of life is that? I mean, damn...I don't have much of a life, but you know what, I don't feel the need to sit here and watch something so friggin' dumb for about 12-18 hours out of the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;Anyway, I am really in a ranting mood, but I don't really feel the need to go on and on and on about it here in my diary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-111206987401132008?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/111206987401132008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=111206987401132008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/111206987401132008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/111206987401132008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/03/birthday-bitching.html' title='Birthday &amp; Bitching'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-111170055027406975</id><published>2005-03-24T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T18:35:45.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;*Sighs Deeply*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;I am still depressed, though not as bad as I have been. We had some money that was expected to be here in February, finally get here this week. That meant that we were able to get T.T. some of the dvds that he wants for his birthday. Though, that is not why I am depressed, well, not completely at any rate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;My mum is heading to a funeral today. Not anyone in our family (thank God) but for the son of a woman that she works with. So, why am I depressed you ask? Because the son was only 13. He commited suicide this past weekend. Have any of you heard that song "How Do You Get That Lonely?" by Blaine Larson? That is kinda of what I am feeling. I wonder if anyone saw any sign that the boy was thinking like that...Did anyone try to talk to him about it? What was so bad in his life that he felt this was the only way out? So many questions, though I know that there are far more from his family than I could ever dream of. My heart and prayers go out to them right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;Anyway, on the family front here, things are...well, they are ok. Madden Man went out...ok, I TOOK him out for three days and he put in applications for some jobs. I mean, he made a damn good effort to get some apps out there. However, we are still broke and having to stretch something like 12 dollars for the next few days. That is going to be a bitch and a half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;So, other than being depressed, I am ok. I am trudging through...least it feels kinda like that. They are raising our rent in another two months, so that means we will have even less money than we do now...ok, I shouldn't say that because Madden Man might have a job by then. Least, that is what we are hoping anyway. To be quite honest, he won't be living here in two months if he doesn't have a job. So, hopefully he will have one in the next few weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;Anyway, I'm not going to go on with this anymore, I'm going to go and spend some time with T.T. He's off from school this week for Spring Break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-111170055027406975?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/111170055027406975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=111170055027406975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/111170055027406975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/111170055027406975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/03/just-sad.html' title='Just Sad'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-111089969967652801</id><published>2005-03-15T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T18:34:45.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cloud Of Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;*Sighs* Alright folks, I am officially depressed. Here it is a couple of weeks until T.T.'s birthday and I am unable to get him anything until April. Do you know how bad that makes me feel as a mother? I realize that birthdays aren't all about presents and all that, but at his age, I think he would like or maybe even expect a little something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;We are broke...and it's not that good kind of broke...You know what I'm talking about. The kind of broke where you have spent the money that you have on your bills and everything is all up-to-date. That good broke. We are bad broke. While we have no bills that are due, people, we have no food. Ok, now I don't want someone thinking that my fridge and cubbords are bare...but, we don't even have the staples that people should have in their cubbords. You know, flour, sugar...that kind of stuff. Hell, we don't even have any bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;I know what you are thinking, "Why don't you work? Go get a job." Well, here's my answer folks, I have a child with a disability and I don't know if any of you know this, but THAT is a full-time job. So, with the little money that I get every month, I can support him and myself, but that is not the case here. I am also having to support Madden Man! The man found out last week that the one job he really wanted already hired someone, so what does he do? Get out there and start hoofing it to find something? Nope, he has been sitting on his ass playing video games and in front of the pc playing pimp games. Ah, again, I think he thinks that a job is going to just fall into his lap. So while I am trying my damnedest to not be a complete bitch about this, I have had to be a little bitchy. He has three weeks to find something or he's gonna have to find another place to live. I can't do it folks. He has been out of work for like 6 or 7 months and we have had some surprise money come here and some there, but we have nothing whatsoever now and haven't for almost a month or so. I can't support him, I can't do it people. I tried that for two months after he first moved out here and we had a load of stuff shut off. I don't want to go through that again. When it comes down to it, which is more important? My son or my heart? I'd have to say my son. He is the love of my life, the reason that keeps me going sometimes. That little face and big brown eyes, you know what I'm talking about. Those moments when you feel so stressed out and your child comes over and for no reason, gives you a hug, like they know what you are going through?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;So, anyway, that is where I am right now and while I could, and I may come back and rant and bitch some more, I'm going to get going...My child is waiting for me this morning. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-111089969967652801?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/111089969967652801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=111089969967652801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/111089969967652801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/111089969967652801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/03/cloud-of-depression.html' title='The Cloud Of Depression'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-111025508307851901</id><published>2005-03-07T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T18:30:11.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Couch Potatoes And Washing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;Well, here it is, yet another new layout. *laughs* I can't help it, I LOVE Pin-Up Toons and I especially love the one in this layout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;Anyway we had quite a weekend over here. We managed to inherit my mum's old couch and a friend's apartment sized washer and dryer. Damn, it was a good weekend for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;*Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;Well, Madden Man and I seem to be going at eachother's heads for something that I am completely addicted to...purses! I can't help it. If I was skinnier, I would be a clothes horse, but since I'm not, I love purses. He doesn't understand the reasoning behind me wanting to change my purse like every few weeks. I dunno, some women change their look, I guess this is something like that for me. But anyway, I'm not going to go al into everything about all that now. Would take up the entire entry page, and I think that folks would get tired of reading after so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;I don't know if I mentioned it, but T.T. will be heading to a new school in the coming fall. He is being moved from a severly disabled class to a mild to moderate one. That means, that while his current classroom setting is meeting his educational needs, where he is going is going to put him farther. I am kinda happy about that. I want my little man to succeed in life and I think that this might be just the little push that he needs to get started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;Anywho, I think I am going to be cutting this short tonight, I have some things to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-111025508307851901?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/111025508307851901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=111025508307851901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/111025508307851901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/111025508307851901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/03/couch-potatoes-and-washing.html' title='Couch Potatoes And Washing'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-110986590423297058</id><published>2005-03-03T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T18:33:38.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layouts Abound...*laughs*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;*Sighs* Well, I have to say that it has been a quiet beginning to the month this month. Madden Man and I had a crapload of running around to do on Tuesday, but you know what? The rest of this week is fairly light. I kinda like that. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;As you can see, I have yet another new layout. I think this one suits me a hell of alot better than the one I had before. Considering I am a Bitch! *laughs* Seriously though, I do like this one. I think because I am so fond of the work of the Pin-Up Toons artist. All his creations look so cute and they are so different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;Anyway, I'm going to keep this one short...T.T. is up and needs to be dressed for school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-110986590423297058?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/110986590423297058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=110986590423297058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/110986590423297058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/110986590423297058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-layouts-aboundlaughs.html' title='New Layouts Abound...*laughs*'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-110965057100462795</id><published>2005-02-28T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T18:33:00.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Normally Broke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;*Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;Well, ok, so here it is...my first official post. So....what the hell do I want to talk about? Oh, I know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;T.T. has a friend in school that is disabled like he is...well, his is something different, but you get the idea. Anyway, a couple weeks ago, we took T.T. over to this kid's house to play and all that. Met the family and damn if Madden Man and I didn't feel uncomfortable. Now, I feel really bad about saying that, but...it's the truth. These people baby their child. I'm not one to throw stones in my glass house, but um, being that these children are disabled and we are striving to make them as "normal" as possible, these people still push their son in a stroller, though he can walk fine. He still wears a bib, though he is as capable of not getting food on himself as T.T. is. These things made us uncomfortable. It's one of those things that we don't really want some of this stuff to rub off on T.T....Like he should be treated the same way. I don't know, maybe I'm being paranolid, but I can't help how I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;Other than that, things are going well over here. With the exception of being broke, then again, seems like that rarely changes around here. However, I don't feel bad about that considering the fact that we can provide a roof over our son's head and food and clothes for him when he needs them and all that. So, I can't complain. I am still amazed that I can take care of another human being. i still feel like I can barely take care of myself, but dammit, I can take care of him. is that weird?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;Well, I'm gonna head out to find something to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-110965057100462795?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/110965057100462795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=110965057100462795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/110965057100462795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/110965057100462795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/02/normally-broke.html' title='Normally Broke'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11146176.post-110962782054149484</id><published>2005-02-28T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T18:31:58.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Digs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;Well, I have joined the small migration from Diaryland here. I have to say that it is damn cool here. I have to give a heartly thanks to my bestest for making it sound so great here. *smiles* Anyway, I'm going to have to get used to all the new stuff that is here...but not today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#A46F7D;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11146176-110962782054149484?l=missbehaved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/feeds/110962782054149484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146176&amp;postID=110962782054149484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/110962782054149484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11146176/posts/default/110962782054149484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbehaved.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-digs_110962782054149484.html' title='The New Digs'/><author><name>Angel Falling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13244431079639335908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://mystikvizionz.com/images/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
