<?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-20384753</id><updated>2012-01-08T20:39:42.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Normally Abnormal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AlterEgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333152498936688304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m251/angie62441/38.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20384753.post-8041018664761934013</id><published>2007-03-24T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T20:02:37.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe it's been 2 months!</title><content type='html'>I have become so lazy at this, or things are too hectic in my life.  Probably both.  Brendon is home and doing great!!!!  I am so proud of him.  He is not associating with any of his old "drug" buddies.  As much as I hate to say this, prison did him good!  He has become a neat freak, which means he is constantly picking up and cleaning.  He is a pretty good cook too, and cooks for us about 3 nights a week.  And he keeps all the laundry caught up.  I'm becoming a little spoiled.  He is a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;clingy&lt;/span&gt; still, which can be troublesome for me.  I like me quiet time and my personal space, but it's getting better.  I'm just so glad to have him home.  I did kick him out two weeks ago.  But I only kicked him as far as the camper in the driveway.  He thinks it's great, and he has his own personal space, while I get my office back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danni goes to State Bowling Championship tomorrow.  It's only a 2 1/2 hour drive.  Not looking forward to that.  I hope she does well.  And softball season is upon us.  Her first game was the 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  I love to watch her play, but it gets a little chilly out there at night.  Danni got her learners permit.  My little girl is growing up.  She usually refuses to be seen in public with either her father or myself, but now she wants to go everywhere with us.  Only one condition though......she gets to drive.  Isn't that sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is still hell.  I still haven't got my raise.  I've come to the sad realization that it will never happen.  And I'm about ready for the managers to go through and clean house.  I can think of 5 people right off the bat that we could do without.  One of them is such a whiner and manipulator.  He went away for training and was involved in an accident on his way to training in the hotel shuttle.  He "claims" to have a broken tailbone, yet came into work the first day dancing around and constantly moving.  I've had a bruised tailbone before and spent a week lying on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt;.  He's just trying to get what he can.  He better watch himself.  He's on his way out and doesn't even know it.  He can't or won't do his job and my boss seems to have gotten wise.  But until this worker's comp thing is over she can't really do anything.  (He's the one that is overly friendly with the analyst supreme.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is this guy in PC Support.  I caught him at the park sleeping in his truck one day, but couldn't get back before someone paged to see where he was.  So.....my boss was unable to catch him and he still has his job.  He disappears all the time and is only out for himself.  He is more or less useless.  I have nicknamed him "Waldo".   They've also hired this other guy.  He is very creepy and touchy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;feely&lt;/span&gt;.  I just don't like that.  He is constantly touching me.  I finally had to tell him, very politely I might add, that I had personal space issues.  I've nicknamed him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;McCreepy&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, maybe I'm just a bitch, but I'm sick and tired of the crap that goes on at work.  The woman that now sits next to me does nothing but bitch about anything and everything.  The other day she was on the phone with someone in another department complaining about her ex-husband for over an hour.  I just wanted to reach over and ring her neck!!!  Am I expecting too much?  I am just a bitch?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20384753-8041018664761934013?l=findingnormal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/feeds/8041018664761934013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20384753&amp;postID=8041018664761934013&amp;isPopup=true' title='51 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/8041018664761934013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/8041018664761934013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-cant-believe-its-been-2-months.html' title='I can&apos;t believe it&apos;s been 2 months!'/><author><name>AlterEgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333152498936688304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m251/angie62441/38.gif'/></author><thr:total>51</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20384753.post-6264665489040088203</id><published>2007-01-22T21:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T21:17:48.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost here!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, Brendon will be home either Wednesday or Thursday.  I can't wait.  We won't know until the night before, but I'm ready.  I hope he's learned his lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It a bad day for report cards here.  My daughter, who never gets below a B got three C's.  I don't know what to do with her.  Her dad really let her have it.  She cried, he felt guilty.  I just got angry.  I am going to be doing a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;investingating&lt;/span&gt; of her recent friend changes.  Also will be doing some recon on her PC.   Not letting another kid get away from me.  Of course, she is 15.  I think she may be rebelling.  I think I may have to lock her in her room for the next 5 years.  She gets her learners permit tomorrow.  It's gonna suck when she can't drive anywhere because her grades aren't up to par.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumor at work is they are looking at outsourcing our department.  They say this every couple of years.  They have never found it to be cost effective, but you never know what is going to happen.  I've worked very hard for me job, and to get where I am.  And it pisses me off to think they can just take it all away from me to save a little money.  Why should I be loyal to them, if they aren't loyal to me.  It's a big crock of shit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Colts finally got into the Superbowl!!!!!  Yippee!!!!  They better not choke, or I'll have to change teams.  Of course I say that every year.  Go Colts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for now.  I'm sure I have plenty more to vent about...or bitch about as Mike says, but I'm tired.  So, it's off to bed for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20384753-6264665489040088203?l=findingnormal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/feeds/6264665489040088203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20384753&amp;postID=6264665489040088203&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/6264665489040088203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/6264665489040088203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-almost-here.html' title='It&apos;s almost here!!!'/><author><name>AlterEgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333152498936688304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m251/angie62441/38.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20384753.post-1132077565010857299</id><published>2007-01-09T20:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T20:56:15.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've gotten lazy about this.</title><content type='html'>I know, i know.  You don't have to tell me.  I've been a very lazy blogger.  Things have been so crazy.  Between Mike and I we have had the flu, back trouble, vertigo, and a miriad of other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was kind of lazy for a change.  We went to Mike's aunt and uncle's house.  That meant I didn't have to cook.  As far as Christmas morning, it's the first time I can remember it being daylight when we opened gifts since we had kids.  And if it wasn't for the phone ringing, who know what time we would have got up.  But we had a nice Christmas.  I got an Espresso machine, which means that my addiction to white chocolate mochas is worse than ever.  Now I can make them at home, and that is a bad thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendon is coming home this month.  I'm excited and nervous at the same time.  I just hope he's learned something from this.  He gets out on the 24th, or the 25th.  We won't know for sure until the day before.  I am so worried that he'll fall back into his old ways.  I guess all I can do is wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work sucks as usual.  They are still screwing me around about my raise.  They keep giving me more crap to do, and I have no time to do it.  The analyst supreme keeps getting her little digs and cracks in.  I just want to smack her.  And the three biggest complainers in the department now sit in the same area.  Talk about a bitchfest.  You can't get anything done for all the bitching.  I just wish I could tell everyone in that department what I really think of them with no repurcusions.  But, that won't happen until the day I quit.   Which could be sooner than anyone thinks.  You never know what opportunities may arise in the very near future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late, and I'm tired.  So, signing off....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20384753-1132077565010857299?l=findingnormal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/feeds/1132077565010857299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20384753&amp;postID=1132077565010857299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/1132077565010857299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/1132077565010857299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-gotten-lazy-about-this.html' title='I&apos;ve gotten lazy about this.'/><author><name>AlterEgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333152498936688304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m251/angie62441/38.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20384753.post-116154240602186570</id><published>2006-10-22T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T13:53:53.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like a box of chocolates....Laced with X-lax</title><content type='html'>It's been quite a while since I posted anything. Things are crazy all around me. I don't even know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son seems to be doing okay. We get letters from him about once a week, and they sound very promising, but I'm still skeptical. It tears me up everything I read one. He talks about how he is going to straighten his life up, but I'm scared he is just writing what he wants us to hear. They still haven't moved him from the reception center, so I haven't been able to see or talk to him yet. Hopefully soon. I keep thinking about how hard Thanksgiving and Christmas are going to be this year. I guess I will survive it. What choice do I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband has bribed my daughter not to go to China next summer. I'm so disappointed. I really wanted her to go. He told her that she could take the money and go to China, or take the money and buy a car. Guess what she decided? And she already had a car. We were going to have my old Jeep painted and she was going to drive it. Not now! So, we sold the Jeep, and she is diligently searching for a convertible sports car in her price range. I hope she doesn't regret turning this opportunity down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work sucks! They announced Friday that they are shuffling us all around. And they changed a few people's job titles. We are now going to have a tiered helpdesk system. That means that four people will answer the calls and help the people they can right then. If they can't they will send the call onto the next tier for help. I think it's a great idea, but I feel so sorry for my friend Angie. She started out running the helpdesk like that five years ago. She worked her way to educator, and does all the ordering and inventory. But now they are telling her she is back on the helpdesk. She feels like she has been demoted, and I don't blame her. I would be pissed off too! And the raise I was supposed to get? It still hasn't come. I'm getting very impatient, and angrier by the day. I look around at the people who sit on their asses and do half the work I do and get even more pissed off because they make more than me! I don't know why they don't pay us by performance. Maybe then some people would step up and do some work. And the analyst supreme is really pissing me off! I'm sick of her little digs and comments. When she was suppose to train me to work the SIEV, she didn't have time and I just had to figure it out, but now she has hours to spend with Steve showing him how to do it. If those two haven't slept together I'd be amazed. Even if their affair isn't physical, it is emotional, and an emotional affair can tear up a marriage just as quickly as a physical one. I'm suppose to feel sorry for Mary B. Because they put her on the helpdesk too, but I don't. Give me a break. All she does anyway is send personal email and test messages and spend half the day on personal phone calls. She's loud and obnoxious and acts like a child. If Angie and I are out of the department at the same time she thinks we've ditched her and gone on break or to lunch without her. It's worse than dealing with my kids. And she thinks she has all this knowledge about computers, and truthfully, she doesn't know a quarter of what she thinks she does. And now I'll have to listen to her for weeks because of this helpdesk thing. I just want to tell her to GROW UP!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better change the subject before I get and more angry. I've started a new business. I think it's taking off. I take old photos and videos and make really cool DVD's with music tracks, etc.. I'm doing the Marshall High School Senior Football video now. And I've picked up the fire chiefs retirement too. We'll have to see where this goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20384753-116154240602186570?l=findingnormal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/feeds/116154240602186570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20384753&amp;postID=116154240602186570&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/116154240602186570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/116154240602186570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-is-like-box-of-chocolateslaced.html' title='Life is like a box of chocolates....Laced with X-lax'/><author><name>AlterEgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333152498936688304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m251/angie62441/38.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20384753.post-115880382247786359</id><published>2006-09-20T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T20:57:02.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm surviving, I think!</title><content type='html'>Let me start off by saying that watching one of your children go off to prison is one of the worst experiences a parent can have.  It is so scary.  All I know about prison is what I've seen on tv, and that doesn't portray a very inviting environment.  I was so scared for him.  I cried for days and had to take several days off work.  It was a horrible, helpless feeling.  I have received two letters from him since he left.  He sounds very upbeat and positive, and sounds like he is finally getting his head on straight.  I think this may have been what he needed, although it pains me terribly to say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did get some good news.  My daughter, Danni, has been selected to be a student ambassador, and will be traveling to China next summer.  She is so excited.  I'm not sure that I like the idea of her being on another continent, but this is an opportunity I can't deny her.  This is an experience she will never forget.  You can see what she will be doing at &lt;a href="http://www.studentambassadors.org/students-programs-details-kh.asp"&gt;http://www.studentambassadors.org/students-programs-details-kh.asp&lt;/a&gt; .  It's a 17 day adventure of a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job still sucks.  I'm busting my ass, and I still haven't got my promotion or even a raise.  I'm sick of it.  The worst part is that I love the new stuff i'm doing.  But at the same time I'm so fed up with the situation I can't stand it.  I don't know whether to march into my boss's office and tell her that she has two weeks to get me my raise or that i'm going back to doing what I was doing, or just keep my mouth shut and see how this plays out.  But I've been waiting since May.  It pisses me off that there are people doing half the work, if that, that are making substantially more than me.  I'm sick of it.  Some days I just want to walk out and never go back.  And the weasel hater is getting on my nerves big time.  Miss analyst supreme is sooooo busy that she can't do anything that needs to be done.  I'm sick of her.  She has plenty of time to walk with her PC Support loverboy.  My god!  Someone needs to tell them to get a room!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20384753-115880382247786359?l=findingnormal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/feeds/115880382247786359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20384753&amp;postID=115880382247786359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/115880382247786359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/115880382247786359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-surviving-i-think.html' title='I&apos;m surviving, I think!'/><author><name>AlterEgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333152498936688304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m251/angie62441/38.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20384753.post-115660357580912424</id><published>2006-08-26T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T09:46:24.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So much has happened....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ashleyfurniture.com/Showroom/Item_Popup.aspx?sItemSku=8310138&amp;sSelectedItem=8310123"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I posted anything. So much has happened, and most of it has not been good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with the few good things though. Let's see. I bought new living room furniture. It's really nice. Now if I can just get Mike to put new carpet in and put in the hardwood that has been in the garage for three months. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/2041/1600/chair.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="102" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/2041/200/chair.png" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/2041/1600/sofa.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="83" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/2041/200/sofa.png" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. I also got a new Jeep. I love it. So much nicer than the old one. Don't get me wrong, I loved the old one, but this one is sooooo much nicer&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/2041/1600/jeep.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/2041/200/jeep.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It looks a lot like this one, only mine has rally mags, and tinted windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's about it for the good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bad things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike's uncle passed away. He was in Oklahoma for almost a week for the funeral, and then came home and got a stomache virus and was sick for three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son has new charges and will be going to prison. He is accepting a plea agreement for two years. He'll have to serve about 6 months. I'm having a very hard time dealing with this, but what choice do I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job sucks!!!! Imagine that. I'm not only doing my work, but also all the web programming and working on the interfaces. And still no raise or promotion. My boss keeps giving me this crap that "we're looking at what we can do". I'm so sick of it. And I can listen to other people bitch and moan for 30 minutes at a time, and they can shop on the web, and they can take personal phone calls for 20 minutes, but I don't have time to pee. And these people are making substantially more money than I am. I'm sick of it. I wish our pay were based on performance instead of longevity. It's bullshit. The two lowest paid of our group have the biggest work load. I'm starting to wish I had taken that other job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the weasel hater is starting to talk to me again. Like I care. Miss analyst supreme needs to just keep to herself. One of these days I might have to tell her what I really think about her and it won't be pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for my pogo family, especially Lady.  She keeps me sane and makes me laugh.  She's turned into a really good friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20384753-115660357580912424?l=findingnormal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/feeds/115660357580912424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20384753&amp;postID=115660357580912424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/115660357580912424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/115660357580912424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-much-has-happened.html' title='So much has happened....'/><author><name>AlterEgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333152498936688304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m251/angie62441/38.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20384753.post-115440069808698134</id><published>2006-07-31T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:51:38.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules for Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/2041/1600/nostanding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/2041/320/nostanding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Female always makes The Rules. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. The Rules are subject to change at any time without prior notification. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. No Male can possibly know all The Rules. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. If the Female suspects the Male knows all The Rules, she must immediately change some or all of The Rules. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. The Female is never wrong. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. (If the Female is wrong, it is because of a flagrant misunderstanding which was a direct result of something the Male did or said wrong.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. (If Rule 6 applies, the Male must apologize immediately for causing the misunderstanding.) 8. The Female can change her mind at any given point in time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. The Male must never change his mind without express written consent from the Female. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. The Female has every right to be angry or upset at any time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. The Male must remain calm at all times, unless the Female Wants him to be angry or upset. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. The Female must under no circumstances let the Male know whether or not she wants him to be angry or upset. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. The Male is expected to mind read at all times. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. The Male who doesn't abide by The Rules, can't take the heat, lacks a backbone, and is a wimp. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. Any attempt to document The Rules could result in bodily harm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. At no time can the Male make such comments as "Insignificant" and "Is that all?" when the Female is complaining.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. If the Female has PMS, all The Rules are null and void!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20384753-115440069808698134?l=findingnormal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/feeds/115440069808698134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20384753&amp;postID=115440069808698134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/115440069808698134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/115440069808698134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/2006/07/rules-for-men.html' title='Rules for Men'/><author><name>AlterEgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333152498936688304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m251/angie62441/38.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20384753.post-115439859633522821</id><published>2006-07-31T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:38:22.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile</title><content type='html'>My life has been crazy! In the last month I've been to Dallas, Toledo, and St. Louis. And only one of those trips was for pleasure. Unfortunately, the pleasure trip sucked. I've never been more miserable in my life. This past weekend we took my daughter and two of her friends to St. Louis to go to 6 Flags, (or seis banderas as my daughter calls it). It was a 100 degrees and humid as hell. It was packed and I had a migraine before I left. Even the girls were asking to leave. The only good part was the $200.00 a night suite. It sucks to spend that kind of money and not have any fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new Jeep, and I love it. It was about time. Mine had 193,000 miles on it. Now we're going to fix it up for our daughter to drive next year. Can't believe she'll be 16 next summer. I feel old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 18 year old son is in jail again. They have revoked his probation. Now he may go to prison. I don't know if I can deal with that. He's just a kid. Granted, he's screwed up, and I do believe he needs to pay for it, not to mention he needs a good scare, but he's just a kid. I just don't know what to do. We'll know more on August 21st. Until then, all I can do is pray, which is difficult for me since I'm not a religious person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick of all the drama, at work and at home. I just don't know how much more I can take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20384753-115439859633522821?l=findingnormal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/feeds/115439859633522821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20384753&amp;postID=115439859633522821&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/115439859633522821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/115439859633522821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>AlterEgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333152498936688304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m251/angie62441/38.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20384753.post-115283556598578592</id><published>2006-07-13T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T19:10:37.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The people you meet online!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/2041/1600/RedneckSaturdayNight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/2041/320/RedneckSaturdayNight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who knows me, knows that I am addicted to my computer. I take it everywhere with me. (Well, almost). I love to play games on Pogo. (&lt;a href="http://www.pogo.com"&gt;http://www.pogo.com&lt;/a&gt;) Well, now I have joined a bowling league and bowl against a group of people on Pogo. They are a very interesting group. The league is called the Blue Collar Bums. Not sure if I really fit in with that name, but what the hell. (&lt;a href="http://www.myleague.com/bums/"&gt;http://www.myleague.com/bums/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we have LadyWBlues and DZD338. Lady is great. She is so funny, and she gives all the guys hell. But, deep down I think she is really a softy. And how she puts up with DZD is beyond me. The man is incorrigible. Sometimes I'm not sure if it's all an act, or he is really that way all the time. Lady is a TD and runs some of the tournaments. Along with her there is Cleanlicker4 and Sexxxiwolf. Clean is about as redneck as they come, but you can't help but love him. Sexxxi is sweet and funny. There is also Hunny, Fannie, and many others that are just as nice as they can be. Now there are a few jerks in the league. One in particular really gets under my skin, but hey, what's a person to do? There are also the whiners. Sometimes you just have to mute them, but all in all it's a great group. (psst....I'm writing all this because I know that Lady will read it...LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I get to fly home in the morning. Can't wait to get home. Especially since Mike won't quit calling me. I bet I've talked to him at least 50 times since I got here. Geesh! I don't know if he really loves me that much, or if he thinks that I won't come home. Trust me...I'm going home to my hubby. I love him. And I miss my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, better get back to bowling before they wonder what happened to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20384753-115283556598578592?l=findingnormal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/feeds/115283556598578592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20384753&amp;postID=115283556598578592&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/115283556598578592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/115283556598578592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/2006/07/people-you-meet-online.html' title='The people you meet online!'/><author><name>AlterEgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333152498936688304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m251/angie62441/38.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20384753.post-115263073522871752</id><published>2006-07-11T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T20:06:02.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Dallas Again!</title><content type='html'>I'm in Dallas right now.  I was sent her for Cloverleaf training.  The actual Cloverleaf programming is fun, but the class I'm in sucks.  The instructor is an idiot.  It's his first class by himself.  All he does is read the slides, not to mention he talks to fast, mumbles and speaks in a monotone voice.  The books are not complete, and don't really give you much information.  What I've learned, I've learned from doing the labs.  Tomorrow I take my certification exam.  I'm sure I'll pass, but I think this whole trip was a waste of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to live in Dallas.  I guess I could have looked up a few old friends, but all I have here are old boyfriends and drinking buddies.  It's been 18 years since I was here.  I just don't think I'd have the same things in common with any of them anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, off to study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20384753-115263073522871752?l=findingnormal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/feeds/115263073522871752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20384753&amp;postID=115263073522871752&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/115263073522871752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/115263073522871752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-in-dallas-again.html' title='Back in Dallas Again!'/><author><name>AlterEgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333152498936688304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m251/angie62441/38.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20384753.post-115223669333536939</id><published>2006-07-06T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T20:50:40.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been lazy..so sue me!</title><content type='html'>I realized today that it has been over a month since I posted anything.  So..here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 18 year old son has committed yet another felony.  At least that's what I hear.  I wouldn't know since I haven't seen or talked to him since Easter.  But, the detective said that him and two other boys broke into a house and cleaned it out.  They didn't just take the high dollar stuff, but they even took the furniture.  How does anyone have the balls to do something like that?  I never thought I would be visiting one of my kids in prison, but that seems to be the road that I am on.  It makes me cry to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been miserable too.  I've almost walked out a couple of times, but I wouldn't give the analyst supreme the satisfaction.  She actually told me that I was "weaseling my way up".  It took everything I had not to rip her frickin' head off!  Who the hell does she think she is?  Someone needs to pull the stick out of her ass and beat her with it.  And one more comment like that and I'm going to be the one to do it.  Oh, and I'm starting to wonder if she's having an affair with one of the guys in the department.  It sure as hell looks like it.  At the very least, their behavior is inappropriate.  Maybe she'll get fired for inappropriate behavior, or sexual harrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that's all for now.  June sucked for me.  How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20384753-115223669333536939?l=findingnormal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/feeds/115223669333536939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20384753&amp;postID=115223669333536939&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/115223669333536939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/115223669333536939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-been-lazyso-sue-me.html' title='I&apos;ve been lazy..so sue me!'/><author><name>AlterEgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333152498936688304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m251/angie62441/38.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20384753.post-114912026601300420</id><published>2006-05-31T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T19:04:26.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!  I married into a Jerry Springer family!</title><content type='html'>Why is it that most people have somewhat normal in-laws, but I had to marry into a Jerry Springer family?  One brother going back to jail for 30 days.  Another brother running around on drugs.  Ex-sister-in-law decided to take up residence at the trailer next door, which was rented to brother number 2.  Had to call the police to get her and her cronies out.  She wiped the place out.  Took everything she could load in her car, including my, i repeat, MY dvd player and vcr.  Mother-in-law is the prozac queen.  Has father-in-law, sons one and two, son one's stripper girl friend, pregnant granddaughter and her boyfiend, son one's four kids, and stripper girlfriend's four kids living with her. Insanity!!!!!  Calgon take me away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20384753-114912026601300420?l=findingnormal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/feeds/114912026601300420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20384753&amp;postID=114912026601300420&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/114912026601300420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/114912026601300420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/2006/05/help-i-married-into-jerry-springer.html' title='Help!  I married into a Jerry Springer family!'/><author><name>AlterEgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333152498936688304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m251/angie62441/38.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20384753.post-114721533880135732</id><published>2006-05-09T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T17:55:38.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile!</title><content type='html'>I realized today that it has been a long time since I posted, so I'll catch you up. Where to start...? Well, I had to put out my son. After three months at home, he finally gets a job, or so he says. So, his first day my husband drops him off and there is the car of the stupid crank whore he ran with for a year. That first night we get a call from our son saying that he has just got off work and that he is going to crash on the couch of the guy he is working for. (This call came between 9:30 and 10:00 pm.) Finally, a week later he shows up in the middle of Easter dinner. When I hadn't heard from him by that Friday night I packed up his clothes and put them in the garage. My husband took him outside and calmly explained that we could not sit here and worry about what he was doing, and that he could not just stop in here whenever he got tired of running with the trash he was hanging out with. He ate Easter dinner, told me that he loved me, and left when the crank whore came and picked him up. It bothers me that I did that. I feel like a total failure as a mother. I just can't take the stress anymore. But, my house has been a lot quieter, and happier. And of course I feel guilty for that too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is work. They let go one of our managers. Well, I guess that's how it happened. She turned her notice in late one afternoon and the next afternoon they told her not to come back. Anyway, they have given one of the programmers on an interim basis. That left that position short a person. So, I was asked to help out with that. So, now I am doing the job of two, for the pay of one. No compensation was given to me for doing this, but I want the programmers position on a permanent basis. If I had said no, and the position were to come open permanently, I'd be screwed. So....Now I'm working my fingers to the bone and feeling very unappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, my daughter and husband are doing well. Mike is working nights this week, so of course, I'm having trouble sleeping. My daughter only has three more weeks of school. She is very happy about that. She has a pretty busy summer planned out. Between softball, volleyball practices and camp, and a trip to Oklahoma to see her grandparents, I think she'll be busy most of the summer. I think I'm ready for a vacation!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20384753-114721533880135732?l=findingnormal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/feeds/114721533880135732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20384753&amp;postID=114721533880135732&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/114721533880135732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/114721533880135732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile!'/><author><name>AlterEgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333152498936688304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m251/angie62441/38.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20384753.post-114450421047144199</id><published>2006-04-08T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T18:43:48.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What are kids thinking these days?</title><content type='html'>My hubby and I were on our way to the grocery store yesterday when a city cop pulled us over. Well, not really. Turns out he is a friend of hubby's and was teasing us about our expired license plates. Through the course of conversation, however, we learned that our 18 year old son has been sneaking my Jeep out at night. One, our son can't be trusted. Two, his license is suspended. Three, after all the crap he has pulled, there is no way in hell that I would allow him to use any of our vehicles. But when confronted with the information that we knew he had taken the jeep, did he admit to it? No! He tried telling us that our cop friend is a liar!!! Does he really believe that we are going to take his word over a city cop? If anyone else had told us, we may have doubted it, but not this friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that just topped off a lovely day! Work sucks! I'm so sick of the people I work with. Well, not all of them. But several of them. The old woman next to me is driving me insane. She is constantly listening to my conversations. If I'm talking and she can't hear it she thinks that we are talking about her. Let me just say, that I have much more interesting things to discuss than her. And I damn sure wouldn't sit at my desk 3 feet away from her to talk behind her back. She actually had the nerve to go to one of our managers and tell her that I never work. That I'm loud and obnoxious (which I am), and basically trashed me to the manager! I'm furious. Thank heaven, my manager knows the truth, and that I always get my job done! Perhaps next week will be better!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20384753-114450421047144199?l=findingnormal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/feeds/114450421047144199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20384753&amp;postID=114450421047144199&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/114450421047144199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/114450421047144199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-are-kids-thinking-these-days.html' title='What are kids thinking these days?'/><author><name>AlterEgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333152498936688304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m251/angie62441/38.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20384753.post-114328927096872504</id><published>2006-03-25T06:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T06:21:10.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why didn't I take that other job?</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I didn't take that other job. Already I'm regretting it. I got into it with the analyst supreme on Friday. I support many systems for the hospital. I'm the only one for several of them, since no one will take the initiative to learn how to support them. That, and my boss doesn't seem to worried that someday I may not be there, or available to support something. Anyway, because of this, the hospital has bought me a new laptop and pocket PC/phone. If they want me available 24/7 to support something, then they have to give me the tools to do it. Well, when my pocket pc was delivered to me yesterday, the analyst supreme threw a fit. I get so sick of her high and mighty attitude. Sure, I love all the gadgets, but she needs to get over it. If she wants something, all she has to do is come up with the justification for it. And it's not like I just went and said hey...I need this and they got it. It had to be approved by the VP over our department. With that being said, I just wanted to kill the analyst supreme. Good thing it was Friday and almost time for me to leave. Her problem is that she refuses to do anything above and beyond her "job". If she is not on call, forget it. You won't get in touch with her. If it is not "her" system, she isn't going to lift a finger, and most of the time she is "too busy" to answer the simplest of questions. What makes her think she is miss almighty. Maybe she just feels threatened by me because I will go the extra mile. Maybe she feels threatened because I am more knowledgeable about so many other things. I don't know, but one more comment like she made yesterday and I am going to wrap my hands around her neck and squeeze the life from her anorexic body!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20384753-114328927096872504?l=findingnormal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/feeds/114328927096872504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20384753&amp;postID=114328927096872504&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/114328927096872504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/114328927096872504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-didnt-i-take-that-other-job.html' title='Why didn&apos;t I take that other job?'/><author><name>AlterEgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333152498936688304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m251/angie62441/38.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20384753.post-114290533452143509</id><published>2006-03-20T19:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T19:42:14.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I live in a looney bin!</title><content type='html'>Well, I've gotten over the piano incident from the weekend.  I keep looking at the space in the living room where it was going to go, but I guess it could have been worse.  At least it didn't cause a wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about ready to kill my 18 year old son.  He dropped out of school, left home and ran around with meth monsters and crack heads for a year.  Now he is back at home and driving me insane.  He got in trouble while he is gone, and I think he expects us to pay his restitution.  That won't happen.  He just lays around all day, and eats constantly.  Groceries are costing me over $200.00 a week and we never have food in the house.  He's dirty and lazy.  He won't get a job, and acts as if it is a major imposition if we ask him to do anything around the house.  He's cocky and mouthy, and I'm afraid that his did is going to knock the crap out of him one of these days.  I don't know what I'm going to do with him.  How do you thow one of your own kids out, in order for them to learn there is no free ride?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20384753-114290533452143509?l=findingnormal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/feeds/114290533452143509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20384753&amp;postID=114290533452143509&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/114290533452143509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/114290533452143509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-live-in-looney-bin.html' title='I live in a looney bin!'/><author><name>AlterEgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333152498936688304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m251/angie62441/38.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20384753.post-114272341649481256</id><published>2006-03-18T17:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T17:10:16.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought he was joking!</title><content type='html'>I went to an estate auction today.  This is something my husband and I enjoy doing together.  We have found some really great bargains.  Today I bought a Kimball piano.  It was beautiful, and a steal at $160.00.  My husband and a couple of his friends took a trailer back to the auction house to pick it up.  When I got the call from my husband that they had lost the piano in the middle of the highway, I really thought he was joking.  Until about 20 minutes later when they pulled into the drive.  That's when I saw the pile of rubble on the trailer.  It seems like one of those scenes in a movie.  I've seen this happen on tv, I just never thought it would happen to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20384753-114272341649481256?l=findingnormal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/feeds/114272341649481256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20384753&amp;postID=114272341649481256&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/114272341649481256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/114272341649481256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-thought-he-was-joking.html' title='I thought he was joking!'/><author><name>AlterEgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333152498936688304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m251/angie62441/38.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20384753.post-114170075858830855</id><published>2006-03-06T21:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:43:43.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do...what to do!</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been offered another job. I don't know what to do. It is only about $10,000 more a year, but instead of a 20 mile drive (one way), I'd have about a 90 mile drive. I'd get out of the stressful situation I'm in, but I hate to change jobs. Although, I already know the person I would be working for, so I wouldn't have to prove myself. I'd also get to work from home one day a week. My husband doesn't want me to take the job, and I want to take it. But, I'm scared that in 6 months I'll be so sick of the drive that I would regret taking the job. I just don't know what to do. I wish I had a crystal ball that would allow me to look into the future and see what the correct choice is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20384753-114170075858830855?l=findingnormal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/feeds/114170075858830855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20384753&amp;postID=114170075858830855&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/114170075858830855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/114170075858830855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-to-dowhat-to-do.html' title='What to do...what to do!'/><author><name>AlterEgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333152498936688304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m251/angie62441/38.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20384753.post-113832525118031446</id><published>2006-01-26T19:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:43:32.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My Jeep broke down today. Went to go home from work, and was stuck! Why is it the car never breaks down in the mornings, before you leave the house? Then I could call and say that I couldn't make it in! But no, mine has to break down at work, so I can't go home. Really irritating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is weigh in day. I don't think I've done too well this week. Every time I go on a diet my husband starts making trips to Dairy Queen, or suggests we go to the Japanese steak house for dinner. I swear, I can go on a diet and not tell a sole. The day I start I'll come home and he will have brought home girl scout cookies, or badgered our daughter into baking a cake. The laugh is on him this time though. He went to the doctor the other day and got his blood work back today. She said that is is anemic and must start eating better. He blames me for not cooking enough. I blame is love affair with Little Debbie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is out of jail. Still don't know if they will revoke his probation yet. He had to go back to court last Monday. The judge wanted to know what he did all day since he dropped out of school. His response? Hang out at home. That's a lie. In the last year he has spent less than one month total at home. I guess he was ashamed to tell the judge he had been hanging out with druggies and theives! Come to find out that since he went on probation in June, he has reported to his probation officer once! He wants to lay around here all day like this is a hotel. I have news for him. His time is running out! I can't take it much longer. He has no drive or ambition. It's time to grow up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter brought home a "C" on her report card. She is a feshman in high school this year. If the "C" had been in home ec, I'd understand. But it was in College English! If my son was in school and brought home a "C" I'd be proud of him. I guess we have a double standard in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our oldest son got married seven weeks ago. They are so young. I don't know how to make them understand that the decisions they make now are going to affect thier future together. She doesn't want to work, and I can understand that, but it takes two these days. She needs to work for a few years before they start having kids. And our son needs to learn that you can't live on $9.00 hour. They are living in a house rent free. He's the only one working. They don't even have cable. They don't have much more they can cut back on. I guess they'll figure it out. I just hope they don't learn the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become addicted to this game site. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pogo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.pogo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I ended up buying a years membership. I lost over 200,000 tokens playing Texas Hold 'Em. I think I might have a gambling problem. How did I ever think a pair of twos and a pair of fours would win a hand! Oh well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20384753-113832525118031446?l=findingnormal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/feeds/113832525118031446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20384753&amp;postID=113832525118031446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/113832525118031446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/113832525118031446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-jeep-broke-down-today.html' title=''/><author><name>AlterEgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333152498936688304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m251/angie62441/38.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20384753.post-113779533068404109</id><published>2006-01-20T16:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:43:16.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Please Take Me Away From Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't think I work with one normal person. The old woman to my right is paranoid they are giong to fire her. I am constantly being asked if I've heard any rumors about them getting rid of her, or if I think she will lose her job. I'm so tired of it. I just want to tell her to "GET A CLUE!". What are you suppose to say to someone like that. She is constantly complaining to others than we don't like her. Guess what! She's right! But we occassionally go out of our way to include her in lunch plans, conversations, and the like. She always finds a way out. How do you include someone that goes out of their way not to be included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the analyst supreme! She thinks she is the most important, knowledgable person in our department. Lord help the person that interrupts her, or doesn't do things her way. She is scared to death of doing one thing other than what she does, and she refuses to let you have any of that wealth of knowledge found in the tiny head of hers. She is scared to death they might ask her to do something more and that would be such an imposition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have the only male in our little group. He is oblivious. He has absolutely no clue as to what goes on around him. He tries to stir things up every once in awhile by acting as if he rules his house with an iron fist and that the man is the supreme being. In truth, he reminds me of Squiggy from Laverne and Shirley. (He looks like sqiggy.) And if he believed half of what comes out of his mouth he wouldn't have a wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm done venting for the moment. I did say, for the moment. I will try to get a few pictures on this page over the weekend, but you never know. There may be something good on T.V. that keeps my attention for the entire weekend. That would mean that I would be lying around in my pajamas all weekend and never lift a finger. Boy, that's the life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20384753-113779533068404109?l=findingnormal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/feeds/113779533068404109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20384753&amp;postID=113779533068404109&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/113779533068404109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/113779533068404109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/2006/01/someone-please-take-me-away-from-here.html' title='Someone Please Take Me Away From Here'/><author><name>AlterEgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333152498936688304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m251/angie62441/38.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20384753.post-113725216372622362</id><published>2006-01-14T09:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:42:58.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day at the Zoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On the upside, I'm down six pounds. The downside? Well, my son is in jail again, I work with a a group of cry babies that act like they're three instead of adults, and my house needs a good cleaning. Some days I just feel like throwing in the towel, and yesterday was one of those days. Since my director left at work we now have three managers to report to. One is a panic master, but believe it or not, is the one I would prefer to work for. My immediate supervisor has no backbone, and the third is nothing more than a bar slut who is parading around as a manger. You know those people you just don't like? The ones who think they are better than everyone, but in reality are nothing? That's manager number 3. She is nothing but a rude, loud mouthed, bar slut who should be working a corner instead of being a manager. I don't understand how people like that get management positions. She's an idiot!!! Don't get me wrong. There are people there that I really like, and who are intelligent, and mature. It just seems I always get stuck working with the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20384753-113725216372622362?l=findingnormal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/feeds/113725216372622362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20384753&amp;postID=113725216372622362&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/113725216372622362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/113725216372622362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-day-at-zoo.html' title='Another Day at the Zoo!'/><author><name>AlterEgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333152498936688304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m251/angie62441/38.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20384753.post-113650280637882722</id><published>2006-01-05T17:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:42:41.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I officially weighed in today. For the next nine weeks I will be competing in a weight loss challenge at work. There are four other members on my team that I have to account to. The last two years we have come in third place for the entire organization. This year I am gunning for 1st. I do really well while I am competing, but as soon as it is over I'm right back to my old ways and I gain back every pound I lose. So...how am I going to stay in the groove this time? I've set my goals. I need to find a way to stick with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also applied for a new job today. It's in my department, but it would be a step up. I hope I get it, although I would have to go back to school and complete my batchelor's degree. That's a lot of pressure. Perhaps the stress will make me lose weight and I can complete two goals.&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/20384753-113650280637882722?l=findingnormal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/feeds/113650280637882722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20384753&amp;postID=113650280637882722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/113650280637882722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/113650280637882722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/2006/01/day-one.html' title='Day One'/><author><name>AlterEgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333152498936688304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m251/angie62441/38.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20384753.post-113614478236897817</id><published>2006-01-01T13:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:42:23.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't normally make New Year's resolutions, but this year is different. I don't know why I feel I need to make some changes, but I decided now is the time to start. With that being said, I have decided to make three, yes I said three, resolutions this year. The only problem is that I believe that all resolutions, or goals, should be measurable. So, that cuts the list down to two. Not to mention that the resolution I'm dropping is not one I would be able to keep. I'm smart enough to know that I can't change certain things. It is in my nature to "vent", or complain. My complaints are usually valid. At least I think so. So...here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about 5 or 10 pounds. I'm talking about a much larger number. I'd like to drop between 50 and 60 pounds. To help me do this I've found this website. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nutridiary.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.nutridiary.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .I plan on using this faithfully, everyday. Also, the place where I work has an eight week team weight loss competition every January. This year it starts on January 9th. I have a team put together and I'm ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Be a better home maker. Don't get me wrong. My house is not dirty....just lived in. I have a fourteen year old daughter who is a little lax in cleaning up after herself. I have to say that my husband is wonderful about helping out around the house. He picks up, does dishes and laundry, and even runs the vacuum cleaner. How many wives can say that. It's just that after working all day, the last thing I want to do is clean and/or cook. My husband is always complaning that I don't cook enough either. So, I'm going to spend more time with the household duties and plan on cooking him dinner three to four nights a week. Since our oldest son and my new daughter-in-law will be staying with us for about a month starting next Saturday, I should be able to get in the swing of cooking and cleaning more without too much struggle. (They've only been married for three week, so I'm still trying to make a good impression. She'll learn what the family is really like soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not off to the greatest start on the resolutions. I had planned on giving the house a good cleaning and cooking my husband a fabulous meal. Instead, I've managed to pick up the living room and do the dishes. As far as the fabulous meal? Well, perhaps tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20384753-113614478236897817?l=findingnormal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/feeds/113614478236897817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20384753&amp;postID=113614478236897817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/113614478236897817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/113614478236897817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning'/><author><name>AlterEgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333152498936688304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m251/angie62441/38.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20384753.post-113607514633645430</id><published>2005-12-31T18:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:41:47.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/2041/1600/NewYear.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/2041/320/NewYear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I spend a lot of time on the computer. I spend a lot of time venting about my job, family, etc.. So....why not combine the two. So, as part of my New Year's resolytion I thought I would spend a little time and create this blog as a place to share the things I'm proud of, and a place to vent on the every day things that just piss me off. You know the things I'm talking about. 20 items in the express line at the grocery store. My gas bill jumping $200.00 last month. The cranky old woman that sits next to me at work who thinks everyone in the department is out to get her. We all have things that just get under our skin. Well, I decided to vent about those things here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the strange websites that I run across. Like this one: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hoax-slayer.com/toilet-spider-hoax.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.hoax-slayer.com/toilet-spider-hoax.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; . This site shows a hoax email claiming people died in Florida after being bitten by a spider under the toilet seat in a restaurant. Who thinks of these things? Ready for a vacation? The next time you need a well-deserved vacation, consider staying at the Lizzie Borden Bed and Breakfast ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lizzie-borden.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.lizzie-borden.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ) at Fall River, Massachusetts. "Experience First Hand A Piece of Grisly 1890's Americana." Stay in the Andrew and Abbey Borden Suite for $219.40 a night, with a minimum stay of two nights. Extra bonus: the place is reputed to be haunted. Now there's a vacation spot I can't wait to get to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wallys.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wally's Weird Web Site,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; you can pick one of 75 voice personalities, type in your message, and Weird Wally will produce your custom voice message (free if under 20 words). Pick from voices such as Alfred Hitchcock, Edith Bunker, or Forrest Gump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ought to give you plenty to do while I spend my New Year's Eve looking for more weird and unusual web sites. I just can't believe the things you can find on the internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20384753-113607514633645430?l=findingnormal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/feeds/113607514633645430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20384753&amp;postID=113607514633645430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/113607514633645430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20384753/posts/default/113607514633645430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingnormal.blogspot.com/2005/12/in-beginning.html' title='In The Beginning'/><author><name>AlterEgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333152498936688304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m251/angie62441/38.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
