<?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-3706046</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:12:14.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><subtitle type='html'>Little factoids about me that you may or may not want to know.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Herself</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706046.post-87019658</id><published>2003-01-06T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T11:44:10.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday Mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What is one of your favorite things to wear?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baggy clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Did you get any "dud" gifts for the holidays? Will you return them?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No complaints whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Let's do a few "Best of 2002" thoughts. What was the best movie of 2002? Why did you pick that one?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez.  I didn't see but a small small handful of movies.  That Matt Damon spy movie comes to mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. What world event of 2002 made an impact on you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy.  The birth of my daughter.  Yes people, it &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; a world event.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What personal event of 2002 was the most memorable? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.  Hmmmm, guess I jumped the gun on the last one....that's okay.  How about my graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Is there anything in 2002 (decisions, relationships, purchases, etc.) that, looking back, you would have done differently?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finances in general.  I should have hounded my husband more on saving, instead I didn't want to be a nag.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Shine up your magic crystal ball and look into the future. What do you think will happen in your life in 2003? Or, what would you like to happen in 2003?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll be delivering a baby.....  I would like to be picked up on an emergency teaching credential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3706046-87019658?l=catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/87019658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/87019658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87019658' title=''/><author><name>Herself</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706046.post-85855847</id><published>2002-12-11T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T20:30:30.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As seems to be my montra in the blogging community- I saw this and thought I'd give it a go.  Obviously I won't be able to do all 100 things in 30mins so you'll have to check back for a completed list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;100 things about me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  I love music&lt;br /&gt;2)  I love dancing&lt;br /&gt;3)  I miss dancing&lt;br /&gt;4)  I was in colorguard in high school&lt;br /&gt;5)  I love animals.&lt;br /&gt;6)  I love living in the country&lt;br /&gt;7)  I'm an Air Force Brat&lt;br /&gt;8)  I love living in California. (If you don't like it, get out instead of whining all the time)&lt;br /&gt;9)  I was born in the 70's&lt;br /&gt;10) I have a BA in Psychology &lt;br /&gt;11) I currently loath my job&lt;br /&gt;12) I am currently looking for a different job that pays comprable&lt;br /&gt;13) I am a horrible speller&lt;br /&gt;14) I love to read&lt;br /&gt;15) I'm an intraverted extravert (figure that one out)&lt;br /&gt;16) My dream job would be much like what Jeniffer Lopez has done.  Sing, dance, movies etc&lt;br /&gt;17) My friends say I am "unique"   (hmmmm, not sure about that one....)&lt;br /&gt;18) I am fiercly loyal&lt;br /&gt;19) I am sensative&lt;br /&gt;20) I don't like it when people cruely make fun of other people&lt;br /&gt;21) I'm not into cooking&lt;br /&gt;22) I want to teach high school&lt;br /&gt;23) I want a BMW someday&lt;br /&gt;24) I won't live where it snows in the winter&lt;br /&gt;25) I have 2 cats&lt;br /&gt;26) I drive a Toyota &lt;br /&gt;27) I was the first female officer elected to my 4 wheel drive club&lt;br /&gt;28) I want to learn how to fly&lt;br /&gt;29) I enjoy a good laugh&lt;br /&gt;30) I'm a sap.  I seem to cry often these days over the tiniest sentimental stuff&lt;br /&gt;31) I'm 5' 7"&lt;br /&gt;32) I weigh 140 lbs&lt;br /&gt;33) I'm all legs&lt;br /&gt;34) I have sandy brown hair&lt;br /&gt;35) Some people say I am a dirty blonde&lt;br /&gt;36) I have blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;37) I love Victoria's Secret&lt;br /&gt;38) I don't much enjoy shopping.  I go in, get what I want, get out&lt;br /&gt;39) I can't stand liars, there is just no need to&lt;br /&gt;40) I seem to get along better with guys than girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3706046-85855847?l=catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/85855847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/85855847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85855847' title=''/><author><name>Herself</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706046.post-84289098</id><published>2002-11-09T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-09T13:12:02.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.io.com/~janis/quiz/quiz1/GW.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear=all&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=arial size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.io.com/~janis/quiz/quiz1.html"&gt;Which Founding Father Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I take another one of these that said I was reliable too?  I'm actually starting to wonder if these might be somewhat true...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3706046-84289098?l=catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/84289098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/84289098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84289098' title=''/><author><name>Herself</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706046.post-84018713</id><published>2002-11-04T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-09T12:56:20.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.promoguy.net/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday Mission:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Have you ever had to appear in court? What was the reason? How did it turn out?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing traffic court doesn't count.  So no.  My dad did thouogh.  When he was 4 or 5 years old, he was required to go to court for being a street gang leader.  My grandma tried and tried to tell them they had the wrong person.  They insisted they didn't.  So.....in comes gram.....holding the hand of my dad...barely clearing the seats themselves.  Judge asked is this "John Doe?"  Yes, your honor.  "Case dismissed."    hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Ever been accused of something you never did? Were you able to convince anyone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I must've, but I can't recall it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. When it comes to crime and punishment, do you agree with the saying "An eye for an eye?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning if someone goes out and rapes someone else's sister the same thing should happen to him?  I don't think so.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Are you a judgemental person? Do you ever make up your mind about a person before you know them? When was the last time that happened? Or if not, how do you keep from being judgemental?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First impressions are talked about for a reason.  We can't really &lt;i&gt;not &lt;/i&gt;have them, we just have to learn not to be solid in our opinions until we get to know the person.  The last one I can think about was a guy in my club.    Apparently he was one of the 'founding fathers' but had dropped out.  So he was getting back into it when I first met him at a car wash we were putting on.  I was the only female there, and we was talking to the guys about how girls hair needs to be long, they need to stay home and take care of the kids and on and on and on.  He even made a few references my way about me being there.  I formed a &lt;i&gt;very strong disliking &lt;/i&gt;to this guy immediately.  Now that I know him, he is one of the sweetest guys in the world.  I think he was just fooling around and because I didn't know him, he came off wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Ever get "swats" at school? How do you feel about children being spanked in school. Is it best that they don't do that anymore? How about parents spanking kids? Good or bad?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I never got swats.  I believe strongly in disciplining children.  Do NOT spank my child.  I will be the one to determine the level of punishment, not a school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. What is your favorite "Chick Flick?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever After, Wedding Planner....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Describe the last situation you were in that can best be summed up by the phrase "seemed like a good idea at the time?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh.  Long time ago.  The worse I've ever felt because.....it seemed like a good idea at the time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull up a chair and grab some popcorn.....Let's go back to 1992.  High school.  My best friend is a guy.  A very &lt;i&gt;competitive &lt;/i&gt; guy.  ( Still is by the by- his wife and I got pregnant about the same time and he turned it into a birthdate competition....I lost by 4 days darn him!).  Anyway.  So somehow in typical high school fashion (read: maturity where??) we would try to make each other fall for lies/jokes whatever.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.  Recently broken up with my boyfriend, I tell a mutual friend of ours to go and tell him I'm pregnant as a joke.  She knows how the 2 of us are always pulling pranks on each other so she readily agrees.  Oh let me set the background.   He was in band, I was in colorguard and we were either at a high school football game or a competition not sure which.  We had something like 9 busses worth of kids.  As we are getting loaded up and ready to go, she tells him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He falls for it waaaaay too hard for this.  ( I wasn't sure he would because I thought he understood my lack of a sex life at this point....)  Apparently he got so angry he scared the 'informant' and she ran back to me (on the bus) to shout at me (in front of everyone on the bus) that he is mad.  &lt;i&gt;Very &lt;/i&gt; angry and that I need to go talk to him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great.  Oh wonderful.  This is someone I have never seen mad before.....This isn't good.  So now, his emotions are in turmoil over something that isn't true.  And &lt;b&gt;I &lt;/b&gt; have to tell him because instead of nipping it in the bud, right then and there-she ran off.  Since everyone in the band/colorguard knows how close we are, the whole bus gets quiet.  They are just dying to know what is going on.  Cheryl is crying, I'm thinking I'm on my way to my funeral, &lt;i&gt;especially &lt;/i&gt;when I tell him it was just a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off the bus I go to find him.  I find him throwing a punch at the equipment trailer.  *Ohhhhhhhhh  shiiiiiiiiiiit*  This is soooo not good.  Busses all around, loaded up, windows down, waiting on us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Colby"&lt;br /&gt;He turns and looks at me.  He is maaaad.  Words can't describe how mad this man is.  I'm sure we all know the type.  The kind that never get mad, but when they do they blow?  Yeah.  So.  &lt;br /&gt;He says "Come here." and points in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not stupid.  &lt;br /&gt;"No"&lt;br /&gt;"Come here."&lt;br /&gt;"No way "&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not going to hit you.  Come &lt;b&gt;here&lt;/b&gt;"    Well of course he's not going to hit me.  He would never do that.  My mind knows this, my body overrides my mind saying, yes, but there is always a first....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a tentative step forward aaaaand promptly stop.  So he finally gives up and comes over to me.  It was hard to stay put and not retreat.  Well, we were now in full view of of few loaded busses.  Everyone dying to know what was going on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I could say anything, he starts asking why....why did I sleep with him?  (He's almost crying...) I tell him it was all a prank and his reaction to the prank had scared Cheryl so bad she came running back to tell me.  I told him, I didn't figure he'd fall for it like he did because I thought he knew I wasn't sleep with the boyfriend.  Anyway big ol' confession session.  I'm crying, because I feel like an ass for upsetting him so bad.  He's recovering from the shock of his life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently one of the band instructors had been hanging out somewhere near us to round us up because we were holding everyone up.  He had decided to let us work it out before loading the bus.  Lord knows how much he heard.  Anyway, so we were quite the sight.  Cheryl is already on the bus crying, Mark (mutual friend of ours whom Colby told I was pregnant when he was upset), is on the bus looking like his world was turned upside down.  On come Colby and I.  I'm crying, he's clearly upset.  The whole bus was wondering what the hell...?  Needless to say we were all tight lipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a little bit of humor in this.  My relationship with Colby was very close.  &lt;i&gt;Strictly&lt;/i&gt;  very good friends.  Well the world always wondered if there was more between us.  Including close friends and family.  So when Colby confided in Mark, he simply said "Cathy's pregnant".  Mark- seeing how upset Colby was assumed it was Colby's &amp; my baby.  We all found humor in that later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  So that is my very long winded story on "It seemed like a good idea at the time..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3706046-84018713?l=catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/84018713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/84018713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84018713' title=''/><author><name>Herself</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706046.post-83670912</id><published>2002-10-28T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T19:51:14.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;1. Ever do anything over and over just to make someone else happy but discover you actually hate it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and that's all I'm gonna say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. What kinds of obligations do you enjoy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.  I guess I would say the obligations that come with being a leader.  Definately the ones that come with motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What are your feelings about celebrating Halloween?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason my feelings towards Halloween are  starting to leand towards = care for it less and less.  I can not say why though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Are there any stories of bodily functions you would prefer people not share with you in conversation? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the heck did this question come from?  Nah.  I don't much care.  Well actually, on second thought I had a friend once tell me how long and hard she had to work at going to the bathroom and then described it.  That could cross the boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What do you think is the most important aspect of personal hygiene that bothers you when people overlook it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brushing their teeth!!!  Oh lord.  Pulease brush your teeth, I beg you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Ponder the thought of being forever young, living on endlessly, being immortal. What would that life be like for you? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be the most educated person around.  I'd have degrees in all sorts of things.  If I could pick an age I think it would be 23.  Good age.  Good body still but a bit more machurity to handle it.  What this question doesn't address is whether or not anyone else near me would also be immortal.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. What's the last thing you felt was "worth fighting for?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  That is a good question.  I think I have been battling it currently.  It's probably 65% internal 35% external.  I believe that one's own self esteem is worth fighting for.  Know yourself.  Defend yourself.  Don't let people walk on you and push you down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3706046-83670912?l=catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/83670912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/83670912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83670912' title=''/><author><name>Herself</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706046.post-82479590</id><published>2002-10-03T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T12:28:36.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/warpedredhead/quizzes/Which%20Celtic%20Moon%20Sign%20Fits%20Your%20Personality%20Best%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizilla.com/user_images/1033309414_Civy.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Celtic Moon Sign Fits Your Personality Best?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3706046-82479590?l=catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/82479590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/82479590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82479590' title=''/><author><name>Herself</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706046.post-82471390</id><published>2002-10-03T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T22:11:24.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am  &lt;/b&gt; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think &lt;/b&gt;all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know &lt;/b&gt;less than I'd like to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want &lt;/b&gt;to never have to worry about ends meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have &lt;/b&gt;to worry about ends meeting right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wish &lt;/b&gt;to get into teaching to make a difference for our youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate &lt;/b&gt;the telecommunications industry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I miss  &lt;/b&gt;dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I fear &lt;/b&gt;drowning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hear &lt;/b&gt;what is not being said &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wonder &lt;/b&gt;how life would be with different decisions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I regret &lt;/b&gt;very little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love &lt;/b&gt;endlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I ache &lt;/b&gt;more than I should for my age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I care &lt;/b&gt;more than I should sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I always &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am not &lt;/b&gt;a homemaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I dance &lt;/b&gt;with pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I sing &lt;/b&gt;when I am alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I cry &lt;/b&gt;when I am defeated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I do not &lt;/b&gt;like to cry in front of anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I fight &lt;/b&gt;in Counter Strike (which I haven't played in next to forever...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I write &lt;/b&gt;on-line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I win &lt;/b&gt;everyday I am able to get out of bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I lose &lt;/b&gt;my on line time frequently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I confuse &lt;/b&gt;my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I listen &lt;/b&gt;to music as often as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can &lt;/b&gt;live on less sleep than I thought possible at the juncture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I need &lt;/b&gt;more sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am happy&lt;/b&gt;(enough said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I should &lt;/b&gt;enjoy life for what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3706046-82471390?l=catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/82471390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/82471390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82471390' title=''/><author><name>Herself</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706046.post-82370868</id><published>2002-10-01T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T12:35:22.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your standard late &lt;a href="http://www.promoguy.net/"&gt;Monday Mission&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Who has authority over you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, I am the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Where do you go to get a feeling of community?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What do you do, or have you done, in your life that "goes against the tide?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My standard swing partner was another woman. (We were told we were pretty good together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Have you ever used guilt to get you what you want? Have you ever had it used on you? How did you react?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I can recall, I'm not like that.  Not that I am aware of...but I have been called naive before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Did you ever do anything in public with your friends as a teenager that you would never do today? Tell me about that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there must have been &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt;....  (I am really sounding pretty boring right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. If you were to go to an island for three months, what five "luxury items" would you bring and why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thick romance novel&lt;br /&gt;A blanket&lt;br /&gt;An air matress&lt;br /&gt;A pillow&lt;br /&gt;A stereo/CD player w/music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh  :0)  Now that's the life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. If you would have had a choice, in which time period would you have like to have lived? Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late 1800's.  This time period is when change really started rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3706046-82370868?l=catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/82370868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/82370868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82370868' title=''/><author><name>Herself</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706046.post-82238188</id><published>2002-09-28T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-28T09:30:01.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.smattering.org/archives/00000768.php"&gt;Friday Five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What are your favorite ways to relax and unwind?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading a novel or listening to music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. What do you do the moment you get home from work/school/errands?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk through my garage door, say hello to Tux who is scratching her paws on the couch for me.  Then say hello to the baby and husband, then walk over and say hello to Stormy who won't move her lazy butt from the seat to come to me....  Off come the wrist doo dads and the rings, then I got to the bedroom and change into comfy clothes. Ahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What are your favorite aromatherapeutic smells?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Jasmine, lavender, forrest rain, and another that I can't think of the name right now.  I tend to like 'fresh' smells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Do you feel more relaxed with a group of friends or hanging out by yourself?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love a small group of friends or family.  I love conversation whatever it may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What is something that you feel is relaxing but most people don't?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.  I dunno.  Dancing?  Limbers up the body and the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3706046-82238188?l=catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/82238188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/82238188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82238188' title=''/><author><name>Herself</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706046.post-81999833</id><published>2002-09-23T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T09:43:13.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Do you like to drink warm beverages in the morning or do you prefer yours cold?   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a preference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Have you ever been so upset with someone that you wanted to get revenge? What did you do? Or if you didn't, what would you like to have done?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I must have, but I can't recall anything now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Looking back, are there any opportunities you missed out on that you can see now but didn't realize then?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.  Somehow they all involve dating....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.Are there any clothes you refuse to throw away even though they don't (and never will) fit? Why do you keep them?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh now this one is a good one.  I've tried to put into effect the rule of seasons.  If I didn't wear it last season and didn't wear it this season it goes to charity.  Some items just don't go-and I haven't worn them in years!!  I have a particular t-shirt that comes to mind and a particular pair of pants that I love.  I'm hoping someday I may fit back into them again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.  Do you have an accent? Are there any phrases or words you say that tip folks that "you aren't from around these parts?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I know of, but I do sometimes have a problem.  I work in an industry where I talk to people from all over the US.  Sometimes when I talk to someone from the south with a southern accent I have to fight off picking it up.  I attribute this to being in the south during my language forming years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Are there any words folks misspell or incorrect uses of words that simply drive you insane?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.  3.&lt;br /&gt;1)  ir-regardless  NOT a word!&lt;br /&gt;2)  suppose-bb-ly NOT a word!&lt;br /&gt;3)  anyway-s  not as bad, but not a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3706046-81999833?l=catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/81999833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/81999833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#81999833' title=''/><author><name>Herself</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706046.post-81974797</id><published>2002-09-22T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-22T19:39:36.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/giantrobot/optimusprime.jpg" width="200" height="150"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/giantrobot/"&gt;Which Colossal Death Robot Are &lt;i&gt;You&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3706046-81974797?l=catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/81974797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/81974797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#81974797' title=''/><author><name>Herself</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706046.post-81595706</id><published>2002-09-14T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-14T08:13:50.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.smattering.org/archives/00000766.php"&gt;Friday Five &lt;/a&gt;(late as usual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What was/is your favorite subject in school? Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess colorguard doesn't count does it?  Hmmmm, favorite subject.  I'm basing my answer on the core subjects not electives then.  I guess English.  It's a toss up between that or History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Who was your favorite teacher? Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Deal.  He was tough, excepted no crap, yet was cool at the same time.  I respect that kind of combination.  In fact all of the teachers I've had that pushed the class, have been up there.  That's kinda weird in retrospect.  I guess I like challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What is your favorite memory of school?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colorguard!!!! (not to leave out my fellow band members...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. What was your favorite recess game?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this one takes us waaaay back.  I often played on 'the bars'.   A single bar you could do summer saults on in many varied ways.  If I wasn't on the bars I was playing handball or chinese jump rope.  (wow....how long ago was that?????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What did you hate most about school?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math.  I was very fortunate to be a part of a wonderful organization (colorguard) that had a huge support group.  This took up near all of my spare time and I 'belonged'.  It was a very good thing for me in high school.  I hear many friends of mine who hated that time in their lives and I consider myself lucky to have had such a wonderful time.  Although I won't force my child to do anything, I will certainly encourage her to be a part of something.....so hopefully she too will have a good experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3706046-81595706?l=catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/81595706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/81595706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81595706' title=''/><author><name>Herself</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706046.post-81416658</id><published>2002-09-10T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-10T12:17:36.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.promoguy.net/"&gt;Monday Mission &lt;/a&gt;(late- but it's here so quit your complaining!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Where were you and what was happening in your life the moment when you first became aware of what was happening at the World Trade Center in New York City last September 11th? What was the first thing you did when you heard the news?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I was getting ready for work and listening to the radio (between bouts of morning sickness).  Each Tuesday my station calls a guy in New York of all places and gets an update on NY life.  So the guy from NY starts telling of a plane hitting the WTC.  I figure it's some sort of prank they are playing.  Then the radio news comes on and says the same thing.  So now I'm really wondering....is this for real?  How can a plane &lt;i&gt;not &lt;/i&gt;miss a huge building like that?  So I go turn on the TV and low and behold....it was true.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. When those truly responsible for the attack are apprehended, what do you think would be the most fitting form of justice?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  That's hard.  I would say put them to work in some sort of position that is  "below" their station in their country or religion?  I dunno, I'm glad it's not for me to say.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. This will probably be much like when our parents respond to "Where were you when JFK was shot?"- an event never forgotten by those who were there. But how do you think the history books should present the 9-11 attacks? Should it be included for all future generations? How can we truly convey the shock, the outrage, the emotions and pain of that day to the children of our children?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's important to give some background on world issues leading up to this attack.  I would be ashamed of us if we presented it as " Out of nowhere with no reason at all...."  because that's not the truth of the matter.  Nothing conveys emotions better than pictures, and I don't believe we should put such pictures in text books for younguns.  Maybe at the College level but not lower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. No one in that building, in the Pentagon, or on the planes (other than the terrorists) knew that 9-11 would be their last day to be alive. For me, it brought home the reality that I could be gone at anytime, without any warning. Now, I really want each day to have some value. Did the events of 9-11 bring about a change in the way you live your life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had changes happening anyway in being pregnant.  Who's to say what caused the changes but I do know I tend to be more aware of my surroundings and far more cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Several who loved to fly in planes will not step foot in one anymore. Many parents are more protective of their children. A year later, do you find yourself feeling more secure than back then? Or is it just a matter of time before something else happens?   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be doom and gloom but it will only get worse.  I look at the bomber attacks in Israel  and think it's just a matter of time before that happens here....and then what do we do?  It's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. The best way for me to honor the those impacted by the attack will be to refrain from any media that day. No papers, no radio and especially no television. Others will light candles, and others will attend special services. What, if anything, will you do to personally reflect on the tragedy? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taken the day off and I will watch TV.  I am one of the few I guess who want to see it again.  To hear and see and remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. One of the visuals that touched me the most were the walls and walls full of hand made "Missing" posters. What image will you always have in your mind when you recall the events of 9-11?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second plane going into the WTC and the collapsing of the towers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3706046-81416658?l=catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/81416658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/81416658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81416658' title=''/><author><name>Herself</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706046.post-80734038</id><published>2002-08-26T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-26T09:44:12.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday Mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What do you do to make things better when you feel sad and/or lonely?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to drive up to the dam and sit in my car with the windows open listening to my music.  Since they've closed it, I don't really do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Are you a "touchy-feely" person? That is, do you like to touch people you don't know that well? And on the flipside of that, do you like being touched by someone you aren't close with? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good question.  I am very touchy feeling with my husband and daughter and it ends there.  I get uncomfortable with people who touch me a lot and I don't touch other people alot.  I do the courtesy hug and that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Do you like to have "me" time, time to yourself to be alone and relax? Or do you prefer to just do your own thing with someone else in the room? When was the last "me" time you got and what did you do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I like time to myself every now and again.  Most of the time I just do my own thing with my hubby around.  Yesterday I got about 30 mins and I put away clothes.  Such is life when you have a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Generally speaking, how do you feel about the concept of marriage? Are you the marrying type? Do you think the act of getting married means something today or is it simply just "a piece of paper?" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think marriage signifies a commitment and I fully believe you don't have to have the piece of paper that tells you you are comitted.  It's more symbolic than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. That said, as many as 25 states have passed legislation regulating who they believe should be the "marrying type." What are your thoughts on the banning of same-sex marriages?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do they think they are to dictate how other people live their lives?  Everyone is equal.  If they chose to live their lives differently than you chose to live yours, so be it.  (Providing no one is hurting another)  That's what makes America  what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. If there was one law you had the ability to create or change, what would it be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh heck. I dunno.  Something about stupid people breeding....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. What would you like someone visiting your Blog for the first time to know about you? Now is your chance!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Snoopy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3706046-80734038?l=catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/80734038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/80734038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80734038' title=''/><author><name>Herself</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706046.post-80623299</id><published>2002-08-23T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-23T11:25:27.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What is your current occupation? Is this what you chose to be doing at this point in your life? Why or why not?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work for a telecommunications company that shall remain nameless because I dislike it strongly and may rant on it fairly often until I get the HAY outta here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. If time/talent/money were no object, what would your dream occupation be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much like J-Lo, I'd love to sing, dance and entertain.  More realistically though I'm going to teach.  High school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What did/do your parents do for a living? Has this had any influence on your career choices?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was in the military.  Then taught and my mom taught.  I'd guess you can say that they influenced me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Have you ever had to choose between having a career and having a family?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.  It's all of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. In your opinion, what is the easiest job in the world? What is the hardest? Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't say.  I think people shouldn't judge other peoples jobs until they themselves spend a day doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3706046-80623299?l=catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/80623299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/80623299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80623299' title=''/><author><name>Herself</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706046.post-80459657</id><published>2002-08-19T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-19T20:50:25.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.promoguy.net/"&gt;Monday Mission&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Many children have blankets, or a favorite nubby stuffed animal that they like to keep near them for security. Do you recall what you had for your "security blanket" as a child? When did you finally give it up? What brought that about?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snoopy.  I used to carry him around by the ear.  When I wanted to be comforted I had his ear rubbed up against my nose and my thumb in my mouth.  I don't recall when I gave him up.  I guess it was a gradual thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Now that you are a big kid, what do you have to give you that same sense of security?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow isn't that a good question.  I guess I am transposing security with comfort.  So on that note, music is comforting to me.  It is very important for many moods of mine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. With a little over four months left in 2002, have you accomplished everything you wanted to for the year? Is there anything that you would like to accomplish before the year is over? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get pregnant again.  Otherwise I've had a wonderful year.  Mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. I don't know about you, but it seems to me children have it pretty good these days. Game systems, computers in the home, microwaves, cable TV, the internet, cell phones and pagers, they certainly have a wider variety of technology than most of us did as children. What modern convenience, if any, do you think it would be good for children today to do without? What would they gain?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.V.  I think too many people sit in front of the TV and don't have to think.  Kids aren't learning to use their imagination which in later life turns into critical thinking which we all need for problem solving.  Too much TV.  I also think that the Baby Boomers had TV and generation X is going to be hooked on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Many of us have one thing in which we believe we excel. What do you do better than most?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pretty good people skills.  I don't know why, I just do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. In the United States, and possibly other countries, teenagers in High School usually wind up falling into several social circles or "cliques." Stoners, Rich Kids, Jocks, Cheerleaders, Band, Drama, Goths, and so on (though the names are probably different today). What High School "clique" did you find yourself in? Was it by choice or did it just happen? Did you look down on other groups? (Aw it's ok, it was/is High School, we all did dumb stuff)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes.  The 10 yr high school reunion is this Saturday.  I will be sitting with the "Bandos &amp; Flaggetts"  I was in the Colorguard and loved every minute of it.  Please do not mistake me for a cheerleader though.  Big difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. (it begins) I have great news! I won the contest and we now have plane tickets to anywhere in the world. The bad news is we have to pick a place now and leave in the morning. I can't decide where to go, so you get to pick. Where should we go, and what is the first thing we should do when we get there?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.  Toss up between my ancestors country of Ireland or Australia.  Right now I think I'd go to Australia. Ohhh or Jamaica.  Too hard.  Next question?  Oh there aren't any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3706046-80459657?l=catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/80459657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706046/posts/default/80459657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catscorner23aboutme.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80459657' title=''/><author><name>Herself</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
