<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946990</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 15:42:19 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Through These Brown Eyes</title><description></description><link>http://ladynaynay.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Ladynay)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>877</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946990.post-3045847723563956719</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 14:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-26T09:57:20.804-05:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><description>I am thankful for many, many, many things. Too many to sit here and type up because I got stuff to do before me and mine head out to the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took another online exam and passed it, so that's 2 down and 4 to go to nix the final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rolled my approximately 180 locs up last night (which took forever) and the curls won't take!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/Sw6UBeaOHII/AAAAAAAAAaM/0iqztBKrnkE/s1600/Roller+Derby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/Sw6UBeaOHII/AAAAAAAAAaM/0iqztBKrnkE/s400/Roller+Derby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408422955582364802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my hair is too heavy. I want to cry! The only time I had curls in my hair was for graduation which was almost a year ago. My hair has grown since then! I still have the rollers in in hopes that I can get more bend then what I got now before I leave. LOL! Any suggestions on how to achieve curls on lengthy locs? Is it even possible any more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of hair, I went to the beauty supply store yesterday to get my rollers and some beads for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pooka&lt;/span&gt; hair, which I still have to braid up, and it was full of men! For some reason that threw me off! I know 2 were barbers because they were talking barber shop stuff, but the others may work in a beauty salon if you get what I'm saying! Shoot, had I known I was going to have this curl issue I would have asked one of them! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pooka's&lt;/span&gt; hair right, do chores, hit the country, fellowship w/folks and come back home, I plan to hit the movies to see Ninja Assassin. I heard it was kick ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Happy Thanksgiving! I hope you all have gotten or will eventually get to your destinations safely and back home the same way! Gobble gobble!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946990-3045847723563956719?l=ladynaynay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ladynaynay.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgving.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ladynay)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/Sw6UBeaOHII/AAAAAAAAAaM/0iqztBKrnkE/s72-c/Roller+Derby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946990.post-4676223690418970973</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 02:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-25T10:25:43.802-05:00</atom:updated><title>and I CHOSE to do this??!!??!!</title><description>So I get this nice thick packet from Elon in the mail today. There's all sorts of goodies inside. Stuff about orientation, insurance, parking decals, where to park, how I need to go ahead and join the national PT association (which I already knew I had join), about this bag of clinical "toys" I need to buy, other odd and ends, about a response I have to write about another book I will be copping from the library tomorrow, and NINE other books I need to cop for my personal use.....NINE additional books aside from the 4 I already brought! Now granted, these books will get me through my first year but damn! I was sitting in the living room with my peeps and every time I flipped a page I went "now they want me to buy *insert item*" and mommy would laugh! I found my 9 additional books online for the grand total of $360 which is awesome! I am still scared to tally up all the money I need to come up with to take care of all this stuff in this most recent pack of info!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other school news, I just took my first online exam. Had 60 questions and 90 minutes to complete it. It took me 22 minutes and some seconds and I only missed 1! YAY! 5 more exams over 85% and I don't have to take the final! Yippee! I am blogging these things as a personal record keeper of sorts so don't mind me. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to study now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946990-4676223690418970973?l=ladynaynay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ladynaynay.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-i-chose-to-do-this.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ladynay)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946990.post-5890038227796538803</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 00:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-24T08:42:04.958-05:00</atom:updated><title>Random as usual</title><description>I am not ready for Turkey Day or Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've completed my Christmas shopping yet Pooka keeps adding stuff to her list on the fridge. The latest thing is a Zuzu (sp) hamster. According to my coworker the pet itself is pretty cheap, it just the pieces that go with it that will hurt your pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy still isn't sure what she is going to do come January. I am ready either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My coworker on the weekend job may not be leaving as soon as she thought. That makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The residents at the weekend spot gave me and my coworker a hard time. There are 4 residents and 2 staff per shift. The 2 I mainly deal with were a trip! One tried to fight me and the other staff in an effort to try to get her way. When it dawned on her that she STILL was not going to get her way after her attempt, she ripped her shirt open Hulk Hogan style! Lord have mercy! Then the other one I deal with can not walk and wears an adult diaper. All the residents wear them, but the other 3 can sit on the toilet and handle their business. My resident must be changed like a baby. She is on her cycle and had diarrhea. Oh what a lovely weekend it was for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked 4 extra hours Sunday night and I worked with one of the newer staff that I'd never worked with before. We made chit chat and some how some way she ends of telling me this deep serious stuff about her and her family. After she tells me all this she goes "I don't know why I just told you that, I don't really tell anyone about that" This happens to me ever so often. For some strange reason people tell me stuff that I don't inquire about. Something similar happened last week with my coworker at the weekend spot. We were watching a movie where a chick was put in a bad situation. I made a comment about how I didn't know what I'd do if that was me. Turns out my coworker had been in that situation. I told her that I'd never guess that she'd went through a situation like that and commended her ability to move forward. That was supposed to be the end of the conversation. It wasn't. She told me the whole story from start to finish then told me how a lot of people don't know her story because of the way she carries herself. Maybe these people feel the need to tell their story and I am random enough to share those things with. I find the whole thing interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooka went to the dentist today. 8 years with no cavities! YAY! I told her I was happy about her having no cavities and she asked me why she didn't have cavities. It was a strange question, but I told her it because she brushes her teeth a lot. She has an abnormal obsession with the children's mouth wash that stains your teeth so you'd know where to brush and see the spots you missed. I swear I think she drinks the stuff. I buy her a big bottle just about every week. In the same trip I brought the shirts, I brought her her another bottle. It's already less than half way empty. Whomever thought up this idea about teeth marking mouth wash was a genius!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Pooka's classes Charlie Brown Thanksgiving dinner. They are out of school Wed, Thurs., and Fri. I'm bringing the popcorn! If you don't know what A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving dinner consists of. Shame on you and go find it on YouTube somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My coworker at the industrial rehab job delivered her baby today. She was just days into her third trimester. Let me just say that everybody is fine. Now let's back track to this passed Friday. She came in not feeling so well with a bad headache. She checks her blood pressure and apparently got numbers she didn't like so she asked me to check it behind her. I took it and it was wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy up there esp. since her blood pressure usually runs low. She calls her MD and the nurse tells her to come in and a few moments later she is walking out the door. A few hours pass and she calls the office and I picked up. She tells me that her BP won't go down and her MD is sending her to the hospital to be monitored. You could hear the fear in her voice. It was cracking and everything. So that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind they were going to get her BP down and send her home. I go in today and first thing I notice is that her car or her husband's car that she drives every now and again wasn't in the lot. I park and go in and as I'm booting up my computer the company VP comes and tells me her and the President went to see my coworker on Sunday. The hospital sent my coworker, who is my manager, to UNC Chapel Hill (another hospital with equipment to handle babies being born that early), she would be there until she delivered, and that they were going to deliver her at 34 weeks if she made it that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok cool. That means about 6 weeks or so of hospital bed rest. How boring! I made my plan to go to the store, buy her some crafty stuff, coloring books, and crayons and take it to her after work so she'd have something to do once the mandatory bed sentence started to annoy her. Towards the end of the day I called the hospital so I could pick with her and to see if she was up for company this afternoon. Her husband picked up and after a brief catch up with him I asked to speak with my coworker. He tells me hold on and I hear him say "telephone". I hear her voice say something that I couldn't make out and he gets back on and starts chit chatting with me again all calm like. Then he tells me that they just got back in the room from delivery....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"* insert co worker's name* delivered today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"*gasp* OMG....is, is, she alright? Is the baby okay? OMG! Are you okay? Everything alright?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still could hear another gentleman voice speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone is good. Things just been happening so fast. The doctor just came in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well get off the phone man!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okay, *insert coworkers name* says hi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We end the conversation and I am blown away first by the news and second in how calm her husband was! LOL I mean from interacting with him in the past and from the stories my coworker tells me, it takes A LOT for him to show an emotion outside of chill. Damn it if your baby being born a trimester early don't stir you up than I don't know what will!!!! He did say that everything was happening fast so maybe everything that has been going on hasn't really had the time to hit him yet. I dunno *shrug* Anyway, I ditched my plan to go see my coworker this evening because I am sure between her big family and her big family of in-laws, family was going to be there tonight visiting in full force. I don't need to be there right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey Day is in the country as always this year. For the first time since we started having our big Thanksgiving celebrations there is no theme. That kinda makes me sad. I am also going to do a drive by visit to my father's house. My step sister from my father's second marriage is supposed to be there. Pooka was like 2 or 3 the last time I saw or spoke to her. She is like 16 or 17 now. This should be interesting. According to my father's wife, my step sister doesn't fool with my father for the same reasons I don't. That should really tell her something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a deal with my mom and Pooka that Friday morning is my sleep in morning. I am going to sleep until my body wakes me up and my bladder makes me get up to use the restroom. Normally on the days I have to sleep in someone always wakes me up and breaks my sleep before my body has a chance to wake up on it's own! It bothers me when I am awaken for something that I don't need to awakened for. For example. Pooka will wake me up just to tell me good morning......*sigh* yeahhhhhhhhhhh you really could have waited ma'am! *double sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my plan for Friday. I am going to force myself to finish my paper. I put my very rough draft in Word and haven't touched it since. I gotta do better. I will fine tune it into some kind of readable English then get some different eyes to look at it. Then I think we are hitting the movies. Mommy wants to see Precious. I want to see Ninja Assassin. Pooka wants to go to the drop off center that she hasn't been to in a long time! I gotta see if they are open Friday and if they are, I think we can all have our wants satisfied! YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946990-5890038227796538803?l=ladynaynay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ladynaynay.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-as-usual.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ladynay)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946990.post-4585423742188630769</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-20T21:18:56.771-05:00</atom:updated><title>Dance brother dance, among other things</title><description>On Wednesday I went to a boring mandatory meeting for the weekend job. The meeting literally sucked whatever energy I had from me. When it was over I hopped in Mia and started my journey back to the state job. As I was sitting at a light I was station switching till I came across one of my car groove songs, Alright by CeCe Winans. About half my energy was back! The radio is on full blast and I'm doing my drivers seat workout. As I'm waiting for the green light 3 men are walking on the sidewalk to my right. 2 walking together and 1 behind them. They gave off a homeless look. The first 2 dudes walk right by my car. The one behind them stopped mid stride, closed his eyes, threw his head back, and paused like we do when our song comes on, then  started dancing! It was so cool. I couldn't take my eyes off him! I was getting it in the car and he was getting it on the sidewalk! LOL! I wish I had a camera/video phone cuz that man hyped &amp;amp; made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought 8 brand new blouses for a buck each. *takes a bow* Now I gotta work on some cheap bottoms to go with the new additions to the wardrobe. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are throwing themselves at Snookums. I'm glad some can see what I see and give him that ego boost, but I really wish they would stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word to the wise, don't try to study laying down in your favorite spot on the bed. You will fall asleep and end up having to do something like get on the computer and blog to get your mind going again! LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946990-4585423742188630769?l=ladynaynay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ladynaynay.blogspot.com/2009/11/dance-brother-dance-among-other-things.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ladynay)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946990.post-7033376194566276127</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 11:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T07:08:12.129-05:00</atom:updated><title>Freaky is going to get me fired before I can resign!!!!!</title><description>Mommy got her way last night. We went back and forth but she wouldn't budge. It started to rain cats and dogs last night anyway. Booooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to what happened at work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading Freaky Deaky's blog entry when  my supervisor came in. I minimized the screen. She wanted me to pull something up. When you pull up a document in one of our systems it will create a new tab on the last internet page you pulled up. I had to pull the document and what shows up on my screen before the new page pops up in front of it???? FREAKYTOPIA!!!! The name of his blog was all across the big ole computer screen!!!!!! *head hung* I know she saw it, she was standing right behind me! In my mind I told myself that if she asked about it I'd let her read it just to show her I wasn't on some sex site or anything! LOL! She didn't say anything but I'd pay to find out what was going on in her mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if she asks later I can tell her it was freaky as in weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946990-7033376194566276127?l=ladynaynay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ladynaynay.blogspot.com/2009/11/freaky-is-going-to-get-me-fired-before.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ladynay)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946990.post-4181479638953053336</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 13:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T09:07:21.877-05:00</atom:updated><title>Mommy is 50!</title><description>That's a milestone birthday and you know what that chick wants to do????? Go to McDonald's!!!!! LOL! I told her that was unacceptable and suggested Ruth Chris Steak House, PF Chang's or Kanki, yah know, some place that's a step above your everyday fast food spot and getting the nails done. She looked at me like I was crazy and told me it was just another day. Boooooooooooooooooo! It's her day and she should spend it like she wants, but my gut tells me she wants more than some yummy Mickey D fries! LOL! My mom is like 1/2 Jehovah's Witness so the non JW side is going to do something doggonit! (I say 1/2 cuz my mom celebrates Christmas and other stuff she isn't supposed to, LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That woman can work my nerves but I don't know what I'd do without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would've been nice to have a nice pic of me and my mom posted up with this, but it literally just dawned on me that I don't have any recent ones! The last one we took together, just me and her, were taken at my baby shower!!!!!! Oh lord, must fix that soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946990-4181479638953053336?l=ladynaynay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ladynaynay.blogspot.com/2009/11/mommy-is-50.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ladynay)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946990.post-1833630003238013758</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 12:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-17T10:25:06.851-05:00</atom:updated><title>Hello</title><description>At random.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snookums introduced me to an online game. At first I thought it was kinda lame, now I am addicted. I'd get online, check my email, play the game, and work some homework in here and there. Notice check blog or read blogs was not a part of that break down! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a weird dream about me and Jamie Fox trying to have sex in different places but strange stuff kept happening to prevent it. It was pretty detailed at times. Mr. Fox isn't ugly but I didn't know that I'm possibly attracted to him, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakim's new album drops today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students of the DPT program are having their annual Christmas party on 12/4. The theme is ugly Christmas sweater. I don't have one of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got real mad at my mom yesterday. To avoid yelling at her I went to my room (and played my online game) when I cooled off and left my room my mom apologized. Awwwww all is right with the world for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy will celebrate another birthday tomorrow, a milestone b-day too! I'm broke so I think I may take her to get her nails done, get a small cake, some ice cream and call it a day. I just spent mad money on groceries so she has an idea what my wallet is looking like! Having a stocked kitchen is a great present don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy also told me that when we go to MD for Christmas she is going to stay there. She changes her mind a lot, but as bad as it sounds...I want my place back. This pretty much means that I won't be working at all in a little over a month! The only reason I still work the weekend job is because my mom watches Pooka for me. I refuse to pay someone to watch my child while I go watch someone elses children. That doesn't make sense to me! Guess I need to type up my letter of resignation for the weekend job soon. Looking at the calendar my last day will be 12/22. How awkward will not working be for me? I can only imagine. It's like all I know! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment my last day at the rehab spot is 12/18 and last day at the state spot is 12/30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 3 with Pooka's classmates. I had the same 3 as last week. This time the subject was family structure and how the roles of the family have changed over time. I learned that the woman who I thought was the Twins mother is actually their older sister. Their birth mom had 10 kids and passed on. Some sore subject's were rubbed. :-( One good thing I learned is that they all plan to go to college. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I brought all my books for my anatomy class I get an email from the teacher that the online test correspond to the latest edition of the book she told us to buy and then apologized to those of us that already brought the older one.*eyeroll* She stated that she will match the chapters up and tell us which ones to focus on. *eyeroll again* I need her to do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooka told me she didn't to do Tae Kwon Do any more because it makes her sweaty. Reason wasn't good enough for me. Besides, we finish what we start to the best of our abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the father of the 5 year old in Fayetteville that was killed will say at today's press conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be here, but I do want the check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who provides for the provider?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946990-1833630003238013758?l=ladynaynay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ladynaynay.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ladynay)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946990.post-5343876945272784816</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 01:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-10T21:47:23.691-05:00</atom:updated><title>Still Tuesday right?</title><description>I have a meeting to go to for the weekend job. It's this Wednesday at 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today and went to the state job because today is Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to work and created a blog entry called Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave a message with my weekend supervisor making sure I got my day and time right, Wednesday @ 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2:30 I left the state job to go to the meeting at the weekend job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tad after 3 I am standing in my higher ups office with them looking at me like "why are you here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't we have a meeting at 3?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The meeting is tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought it was Wednesday at 3."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nay today is Tuesday honey!" my supervisor smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohhhhh sh**" yeah I cursed and laid my head back in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all shared a good laugh at my expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time between me leaving the message for my supervisor and the time I left my brain switched over to Wednesday! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I don't want to work on my paper I will procrastinate by doing a meme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your salad dressing of choice? Blue Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite sit-down restaurant? Don't have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick of? I will never get sick of Haagan Daz coffee ice cream but my tummy will not let me eat it for 2 weeks straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What are your pizza toppings of choice? Any thing but sausage is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you like to put on your toast? Molasses, jelly, or butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********TECHNOLOGY***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How many televisions are in your house? 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The color of your cell phone?  Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How long would it take you to look up who invented the Rubber Band? How ever fast Google goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have any idea how many Megahertz your computer has? *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************BIOLOGY******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you right-handed or left-handed? both but I'm left dominate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever had anything removed from your body? Does Pooka count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the last heavy item you lifted? Multiple grocery bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever been knocked unconscious? I have been unconscious but I wasn't KO'd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************BOLOGNAOLOGY**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die? Nah, you can keep that info to yourself. I have a good idea of how it will happen so I'll worry about that stuff when I see the scene coming together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you could change your name, what would you change it to? I like my name as is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1,000? Nope, put another zero or two behind it and I may consider it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************DUMBOLOGY******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How many pairs of flip flops do you own? 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Last time you had a run-in with the cops? When ever I got into the accident with Rusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last person you talked to? Pooka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************FAVORITOLOGY****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Season? Fall all day any day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Holiday? All of the ones I have off work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Day of the week? Any day I can truly sleep in, no interruptions, nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Month? July of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********CURRENTOLOGY*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Missing someone? Snookums :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mood? Chilling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you listening to? Nathan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Watching? Ummmm the computer screen, hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************RANDOMOLOGY*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First place you went this morning? to the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's the last movie you saw? A Christmas Carol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you smile often? Sure do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sleeping Alone Tonight? Don't know yet. For right now I'll say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************OTHER-OLOGY*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you always answer your phone? why would I do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It's four in the morning and you get a text message, who is it? Someone in need of help or drunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Last time you went bye bye? 6:45 pm today. PTA meeting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you own a digital camera? Sure do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever had a pet fish?  Yes! Pooka would have some too if I stopped killing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite Christmas song(s)? Silent Night by the Temptations is on the very top of the list of a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What's on your wish list for your birthday? I really want to be at least 50 lbs lighter and out of the country for the big three zero. Both are things I can control so IT'S ON! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Can you do push ups? Why would I want to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Can you do a chin up? Again, why would I want to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Does the future make you more nervous or excited? Both actually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you have any saved texts? Yes I do *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ever been in a car wreck? Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you been in an accident? How is this different from 12? I've had minor injuries at home like cutting myself with a spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is the last song to make you cry? Hmmmmmm I think Yesterday by Mary Mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Plans tonight? Work on the paper I'm procrastinating on and maybe call the other half if I am still awake enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you ever felt like you hit rock bottom? Not in general. Only with weight stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Name 3 things you bought yesterday. A scooter, Fur Real Kitten, Air Hogs helicopter all for Pooka, all for Christmas, all on her list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Have you ever been given roses? Once upon a time. I am not real big on flowers so I'm okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Current worry? Nothing at the moment that I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Current hate right now? Me procrastinating on something important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Met someone who changed your life? More than one person actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How will you bring in the New Year? Hopefully in the bed with Snookums chilling with glasses of adult beverage in our hands like the other year. That was pretty darn nice. Last year I was sleep and that was nice too. As long as I am NOT a big party I should be straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What song represents you? Depends on the day and how I'm feeling. On my happy/I'm sexy/I am pushing vanity days my song is Work That by Mary J. The rest would require thought that I don't want to give at the moment. :oP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Name three people who might complete this? Being that I am blogging this and not tagging, nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? Only if I could Fwd as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you have any tattoos/piercing? 1 hole in each ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Will you be in a relationship 4 months from now? I sure hope so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Does anyone love you? Yes, quite a few people do *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Ever had someone sing to you? Once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. When did you last cry? Last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you like to cuddle?  HECK YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you held hands with anyone today? Yep, Pooka and I walking through the parking lot at the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What kind of music did you listen to in high school? Whatever made my head nod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Are most of the friends in your life new or old? The people I can truly call friends have been with me for awhile now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you like pulpy orange juice? Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww NO! My liquids need to be straight fluid thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you believe angels walk among us? Yes I do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946990-5343876945272784816?l=ladynaynay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ladynaynay.blogspot.com/2009/11/still-tuesday-right_10.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ladynay)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946990.post-1753172759277998529</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 12:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-10T09:33:19.860-05:00</atom:updated><title>Tuesday</title><description>So much to jot down, so little time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa has dropped Pooka's stuff off early and it in my closet for the time being. I am officially done with my major Christmas shopping! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see A Christmas Carol in IMAX 3D this weekend. Long story short, GO SEE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Good: The movie displaying 3D effects the entire movie so even if you don't do IMAX go see it 3D. I mean since I did do the IMAX thing some parts of the movie really messed with my fear of standing heights. The animation. The spirit of Christmas past stirred chuckles out of many of us in the theater. I haven't read the book by Charles Dickens, but it felt like Disney stayed close to how Mr. Dickens wrote the book. There were a lot of scenes that are not in the typical animated renditions of this story. It's NOT a musical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bad: The spirit of Christmas present. OMG! This dude freaked me out like the Burger King king does! Creepy, just creepy! It's not exactly a kid friendly movie at times. There were a few times during the movie where I told myself "Yep, Pooka's going to want to sleep with me tonight" and she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First spoken reactions while walking out the theater....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: That was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooka: It was kinda scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend my coworker and I took the residents to the observation deck at the airport. One resident was having a behavior and I dealt with it (I work with adults with developmental disabilities) after the resident regained composure I took another resident up to get a better view of the planes. While watching the planes a random observer told me that I was "queen of the universe". I just laughed. It was so out the blue! It's interesting finding out what people think about you because you work with people who aren't "typical". Sometimes I'd rather work with people who are disabled than "normal" people. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My coworker who just started a bit over a month ago is leaving. She is moving back home at the end of the month. That sucks cuz she was cool and we got along well. I hope whomever takes her spot is just as cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Ladynay, teacher's assistant, part 2! I walked in the classroom, said my hello's and went to get my instructions from the teacher. As I'm standing beside the teacher I felt these little arms wrap around me. I glanced down and it was Smarty Pants! Awwwwwwww. That was super sweet! My group for today was Smarty Pants, Pretty Braids, and the Good Twin (The twins went to Pooka's old daycare. Bad twin has/had a attitude problem and got suspended last year for putting her hands on a teacher. Bad twin now lives with her grandmother and goes to another school. Good Twin is the typical 3rd grader). Or Man ran up to the door to go with me and the teacher informed him he wasn't going with me this time. He looked so disappointed. I felt bad and wanted to tell the teacher he could come too but I know she probably has a reason for having him not go. The teacher did tell me that she will be rotating the students so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go back to the same spot we went last week in the corner of the library and attempted get to work on Robin Hood. Before we could get the book open Good Twin speaks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GT: Is Pooka in school today?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, didn't you see her in class?&lt;br /&gt;GT: She musta been too quiet then. I don't remember seeing her.&lt;br /&gt;Smarty (not to have a convo go on w/out him) : She drew me a ostrich and a dinosaur for me last week. They were awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's nice, now let's open our books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting the kids focused. I had them read a few pages out loud taking turns. After that I asked them questions like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened?&lt;br /&gt;Who are the characters?&lt;br /&gt;What does that remind you of?&lt;br /&gt;How does blah blah blah make you feel?&lt;br /&gt;etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the story they read how when Little John first met Robin, they were walking across a bridge and John pushed Robin in the water with his staff. I asked them what does that remind you of. Pretty braids told a story about how she fell into the pool. Then Smarty Pants told a story about somebody picking on Pooka during recess last week and how he was about to go push them. He said that Pooka was nice to everyone and didn't deserve to be messed with so he was going to push them down like John pushed Robin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment I realized speechless moments would occur often in my interactions with these children. LOL! I also realized that between the Tae Kwon Do classes Pooka takes and Smarty Pants having her back, Pooka will be just fine at school! :-) She didn't tell me anyone was messing with her last week. Guess she had it under control. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get through the assignment and head back upstairs to the class. I say my goodbyes and Pooka gives me hugs and kisses before I leave! I am enjoying this because I know the day will come when she will not want me to come to her school and she will definitely NOT show me affection in front of her peers! :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946990-1753172759277998529?l=ladynaynay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ladynaynay.blogspot.com/2009/11/tuesday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ladynay)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946990.post-8802985931875639225</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 23:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-06T20:40:56.179-05:00</atom:updated><title>Unclaimed</title><description>I ordered all the books I know that I need so far and brought some new scrubs for anatomy! YAY! Like I told someone, or may have already blogged it, the goal is to get on top and stay on top of my PT game! I am thinking about stepping up my fashion game and work that pseudo high maintenance look for the first module of school since the rest of the modules will require me to be in scrubs or tee shirt and shorts/sweatpants. I brought 3 new super cute blouses already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first my FaceBook page was just going to be for interacting with the Elon folks. Then a cousin found me...then a member of my neighborhood wayyyyyyyyy back in elementary school days found me....then another cousin found me. I couldn't really reject their requests cuz I dunno, just didn't seem right! LOL! Through the 2nd cousin that found me my Aunt Diva found me. Through my aunt the whole flippin' world has found me and shot me a request. So much for staying on the low! *shm* LadyKat just started her page this week and shot me a request. I felt special cuz that means she looked for me vs. seeing me on somebody else's page! :-) It's the little things that make you smile sometimes! Then I got a request from LadyKat's mom! LOL! Yeah, it's getting out of hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work tomorrow I am planning to take Pooka to get her Bakugon toy because she fulfilled her end of a deal we made. I think she forgot about it cuz she has not mentioned it! I'm going to keep my end of the deal though. It's the right thing to do. Then after that I am taking her and my mom to see A Christmas Carol in IMAX 3D! YAY! I'm excited. I love IMAX movies and enjoy some good 3D work so I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Z is coming to Greensboro in February and tix go on sale next Saturday. I would love to go see him, but I already know I am not going to love the price live nation's going to give me. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is KEM in concert here tonight and I am not there? They did not announce this on the radio or nothing! At least not when I was listening! :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the original reason I was going to post. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the state job I deal with money. Unclaimed money. Every now and again I will do a post reminding folks to look their names up in every state that they have ever lived in or used an address in that state. Since nothing exciting is happening on this end and I haven't done the post in awhile here it is! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who live, have lived, or have used an NC address check out www.nccash.com if you see your name send me an email and I'll help you out. Well, that is if you get up with me before the end of December. After that I can't do nothing for yah! :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else check out www.unclaimed.org . Find your state and manipulate the site to find their unclaimed/escheated property search and go from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.missingmoney.com is an easy way to look as well but not all the states are on missing money. We used to be up until this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that unclaimed property scams are out there and the best way to tell a scam from the real deal is that there is NO CHARGE for services. The only time you may have to pay a fee is when we have the contents of a safety deposit box and you still have to pay the box fee before your merchandise is released. But for the sake of this warning. THERE IS NO FEE INVOLVED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946990-8802985931875639225?l=ladynaynay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ladynaynay.blogspot.com/2009/11/unclaimed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ladynay)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946990.post-8903191735778490087</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 02:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-04T22:20:10.401-05:00</atom:updated><title>Prayer request</title><description>If speaking to higher powers is something you participate in please place somewhere in your conversation with Him PartyGirl, LadyKat, and T. Without putting too much detail out there I'll say that T is my 13 year old "niece". She's going through some things and her coping mechanism or way of communicating what she's going through is running away from home. She has run away numerous times and have been brought home by various law enforcement, good samaritans, and sometimes of her own accord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professional "system" is failing across the board and there isn't much anyone can do but pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she didn't get on the bus and to my knowledge hasn't come home or been brought home by someone yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to imagine what it would be like not knowing where Pooka was or if she was safe or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****EDIT****T is home now, but pray for those involved anyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946990-8903191735778490087?l=ladynaynay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ladynaynay.blogspot.com/2009/11/prayer-request.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ladynay)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946990.post-466683219520367851</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 19:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-04T15:54:00.687-05:00</atom:updated><title>Por que?</title><description>While I'm in the break room trying to rest my eyes from the computer screen I overhear a conversation. It's Slim Shady and some new girls talking about income tax refunds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's November 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, why are we mentally spending our refunds all ready and for non necessary stuff at that? The only one out the group making sense was a coworker that will be dropping twins next year, bless her heart. Any money she get will go to get them situated, as it should IMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are they planning to go to *insert tax service* in the near future to get the refund process started? I thought preparation places started that "give us your last paycheck and walk away with cash" junk in December!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why haven't they realized that those services rip you off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why haven't they realized that a huge refund is NOT a good thing! Change your tax docs around, put your money in a interest bearing account and make the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; multiply throughout the year! Or gee I don't know, spend that "extra money" during the year and not wait till the beginning of the year to be close to or in the black! Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just kept my mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love the "black lottery" don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;smh&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh since the rest of yall have seen what I'm looking like these days, I guess I can share this now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wral.com/entertainment/statefair/video/6214095/"&gt;http://www.wral.com/entertainment/statefair/video/6214095/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0:27 far left and 1:00 right after they show the money and tickets on the table. Don't blink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946990-466683219520367851?l=ladynaynay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ladynaynay.blogspot.com/2009/11/por-que.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ladynay)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946990.post-3452775918860275484</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 00:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T19:56:32.550-05:00</atom:updated><title>Deal with it</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/SvDLE-jrWCI/AAAAAAAAAZk/uW0PipxCKeY/s1600-h/For+FB+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/SvDLE-jrWCI/AAAAAAAAAZk/uW0PipxCKeY/s400/For+FB+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400039239589779490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am, 11/3/2009, not even a 1/2 hour ago.....I strongly dislike this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having image issues for awhile now. Lately these issues have been heightened by having the chance to see who will be in the DPT program with me through a Facebook group. At first I felt kinda bad because nobody in my soon to be class looked like me. Then recently I've been given a big brother from the class of 2011 and a big sister from the class of 2010. In befriending them on Facebook I got to see what some of the other classes look like and again...no morbidly obese, no blacks, no naturally locked hair...just pretty and petite Caucasian chicks and athletically built Caucasian guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dawned on me that I haven't taken a picture and shared it with people since I graduated in December! So in an effort to deal with this bs I am throwing myself out there and forcing myself to deal with it. I'm eating better, I'm making use of the gym, I am making progress and I will make peace with my image issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946990-3452775918860275484?l=ladynaynay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ladynaynay.blogspot.com/2009/11/facing-music.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ladynay)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/SvDLE-jrWCI/AAAAAAAAAZk/uW0PipxCKeY/s72-c/For+FB+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>21</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946990.post-7671954839064207015</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 00:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T06:39:29.551-05:00</atom:updated><title>Ladynay, teachers assistant</title><description>Awhile back I agreed to be the room parent for Pooka's class. I also volunteered to spend some time with the kids on Monday mornings since I stopped going to the hospital. Today was my first Monday and it went like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk through the classroom door, the teachers eyes light up and she tells me that she's glad I'm there. I ask her what does she need for me to do and she tells me to take Pretty braids (self explanatory), Or Man (pronounces the word "our" like "or" and when you correct him he'll say "our", then say "or" again) , and Smarty Pants (very chatty child who is a valedictorian in the making. I could do a blog about him alone but I won't) to the library and then she quickly ran over some reading activities she wanted me to do with them. Off to the library. Soon as we get in the hall Smarty Pants starts talking. He doesn't stop talking till we are walking back into the classroom an hour later *sigh*We get to the library, find us a spot to work and get down to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So your Pooka's mom?" Smarty Pants asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes" I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know that Pooka can draw? She's one of the best in the class!" He says and his 2 peers chime in in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I know she likes to draw. Now let's read page 5" Ready to get down to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Man speaks up. "She doesn't think she can. When she draws and we tell her it's good or we like it she either turns it over and says it's bad or she rips it up and throws it away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This grabs my attention. "Really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yep! She don't like working in partners either!" I ask to be her partner a lot but she always wants to work by herself." Pretty Braids adds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me too!" The other two say together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jinx!" Smarty pants  yells while pointing at Or Man and they all break out into giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get them focused and we go through the activities. Through these activities I learn a lot that I am not suppose to know about these kids and part of me wanted to take the counselor role. For example, we were doing an activity where I would hold up a word, they would say it, define it, and use it in a sentence. If they miss it I tell them the answer, put the word to the side and give the child the word again randomly, which is how Or Man got his name. So I hold up the word "brought" for Pretty Braids. She says it and tells me what it means. Her sentence was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My daddy brought his girlfriend a motorcycle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I could finish my praise for her correct response she adds....."They are getting married in January. I don't want them to get married."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stuck for a hot second! I mean, what was I supposed to say to that????? So I didn't repond to her additional statements. I just kept it moving with the activities until it was time to go back to the classroom. We get back to class and the teacher is lining them up to go somewhere. She thanks me repeatedly and I get a good feeling knowing that the tiny part I did helped her out a lot. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick Pooka up from TKD and we discuss this whole not wanting to work with a buddy and tearing up artwork that her classmates seem to enjoy. From the discussion I got that Pooka feels it's harder to work with someone and that she's basically over critical of her drawings no matter the praise she gets. We have started to work on it and hopefully it'll get better with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the discussion Pooka told me that her 3 peers said I was "cool" after I left. YAY! I'm a cool mom! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me. I've completed one novel and have started the second. I've started on the paper by answering the questions as they apply to the first novel, but one particular question is harder to answer than one would think! Glad I got some think time to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Totally forgot to blog about Halloween! I worked from 7-7 like a normal Saturday. Get home to a already costumed Pooka, freshen up and hit the mall. Walk in and notice the sign that said Mall Trick or Treating was Friday!!!! Pooka had her I'm disappointed but I'm going to act like I'm not face on. I told her I'd take her to the grocery store and she could get whatever candy she wanted. She liked that idea! So while in the store I'm thinking Pooka is going to pick up all kinds of stuff right? She picks up a KitKat and tells me she's ready to roll! I ask her if she is sure that's all she wanted and she said yeah! YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! Everyone comes home happy! The end! LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946990-7671954839064207015?l=ladynaynay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ladynaynay.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladynay-teachers-assistant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ladynay)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946990.post-4688184051313064590</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 00:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-29T21:27:13.671-05:00</atom:updated><title>Free time over bitch!!!!</title><description>This afternoon I picked up my mail and saw an envelope from Elon. My guess was that it was a letter telling us about orientation next year. I already got my financial aid statement which pretty much said that even with the money I am getting that I don't have to pay back, I will still owe somebody some money for a lonnnnnnnnnnnnng time after graduation. I get in, put my stuff down, open the letter up and basically read a 2 paged, duplexed letter from the doctor chick that will be teaching and showing me how to cut up and play with dead humans in January. The letter basically said free time over bitch! LOL! Check this out. This is what I need to complete before the first day of school.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Complete 8 chapter exams. If I get an 85% or higher on at least 6 of the 8 I don't have to take the final which will be given next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Read 2 of 3 novels and write a paper on them answering specific questions. This means all my smart, English loving, word manipulating, editor at heart friends should be hearing from good ole Ladynay again real soon! *smile* I'mmmmm baaaaaaaack! Don't run! Yall know me and proper written English don't get along very well. It don't like me and I don't like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 3) Buy 4 books. Well, 3 books because I already own 1 that's on the list *holy spirit dance*. Found 2 used on Amazon for cheap *holy spirit dance pt. 2* and 1 I can't seem to find online.....yet *pout*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already ran out and picked up one of the novels from the library. It's 308 pages of small print. YAY! My plan is to have the paper done and out for review in 3 weeks then start on the online chapters and exams. I want to have the exams done by time I go home for Christmas. I will consider that my gift to my damn self! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I am not commenting or visiting your site very often, it's not because I don't like your site anymore, it's just that a sista gotta read and start getting her head prepped for learning how to play with dead people like Dr. G does on tv! I heart some Dr. G!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946990-4688184051313064590?l=ladynaynay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ladynaynay.blogspot.com/2009/10/free-time-over-bitch.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ladynay)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946990.post-3237733607218967869</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 19:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-28T16:12:53.642-05:00</atom:updated><title>In love with the aisle</title><description>Because I can't gossip about it at work and this is about a coworker, who I will name Dreamer, I chose to blog right quick, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a little back story on Dreamer. Dreamer and I have been working together for about 5 or 6 years. When she first started she ALWAYS talked about her boyfriend/fiance Brown. Everyone willing to listen heard her stories and anyone willing to look saw pictures. That good and dandy. You're in love and you want the world to know. I can dig it. The only issue with Dreamer is that after awhile her stories didn't connect anymore giving you the vibe they were not together anymore but she wanted to keep up like they were. Okay, no prob. Nobody called her on it, just had internal questions. Then she stopped talking about him all together. The talk of wedding stuff never stopped though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash forward to this year. She is in love and dating a pastor. They are planning to get married of course. All is good. Flash forward to yesterday. She is asking people out the blue "when I get married, will you come to the wedding?" It strikes most people odd because like I said, the question just comes out the blue. Now flash forward to a few moments ago. I hit up the break room to see what I can buy to keep me awake for the next hour and a half. As I am tossing my coins in the drink machine Dreamer comes in.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamer: Hey Ladynay, how you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fine Dreamer, and yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamer: Oh I'm good thanks for asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*my drink releases and as I'm bending to get it I see in my peripheral that Dreamer stopped what she was doing which means she's about to start a convo, I curse in my head because most of us who know Dreamer know better than to get into a conversation with her, I do my best to keep it moving*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamer: You use to live in Maryland right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *curses again internally* Yep *still walking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamer: *walking with me* You heard of such and such MD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *cursing yet again internally and stops walking* Yeah. *thinking my short answers will tip her off that I'm not trying to talk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Insert 1 million and 1 questions about a city I've never been in long enough to answer any of them. I have no clue why she kept asking questions when clearly I didn't know!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamer: You remember Brown? The guy I used too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *cutting her off* Yeah I remember him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamer: He got this job in such and such MD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's great. *attempting to make my exit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamer: I may be moving out there with him. That's why I was asking you so many questions about such and such MD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What? I didn't even know yall were back together! *voice in my head YELLING at me reminding me that asking "What happened to pastor" would be a fatal mistake, I listen to myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamer: Yeah girl, you wouldn't believe how long we been together....*insert story about them being together since she was 19, how she ran into Brown's father and how his family can't wait for her to be apart of them, blah blah blah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamer: He's getting himself together and I am working on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: We all trying to get it together *walking towards break room exit, back towards Dreamer, she gets the msg that I am done speaking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamer: all right, talk to you later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *throwing up my standard peace sign still walking away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now 1) When did Brown come back into the picture?&lt;br /&gt;2) What happened to Pastor?&lt;br /&gt;3) Does she really think Brown wants her up there?&lt;br /&gt;4) Hell, does Brown even know she ran into his father and got all these thoughts now&lt;br /&gt;5) Do they even talk anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Dreamer is exactly like her blog name. She always has her head in the clouds, always talking about a wedding...her wedding...man or no man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sure way to piss Dreamer off is to announce your engagement to the office. Her whole attitude changes for the worse for a minute. It's quite entertaining to me. The state job has thrown many a wedding shower for coworkers since she's been here and Dreamer is NEVER there to participate in any of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, my thing is how can someone be so in love with the thought of marriage? Why can't us women see that if a man hasn't "put a ring on it" and yall been kicking it for 15+ years, the chances are STRONG he not going to wife you. It don't take the average man THAT long to figure it he wants to settle with you. I don't claim to know men, but I do know that daggone much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to her and break it down to her, but I know it will go into one ear and out the other. I want to tell her that most of us that she is talking to strongly believe that Brown has moved on and is doing his thing in MD now not studdin' Dreamer. That if he wanted her to go with him he would have asked her to. That an 15+ (I add the plus because I don't know her age, but she appears to be in her mid to late 30's) year on and off engagement is not a good sign. Part of me wants to tell her that most of her stories only make sense in her mind. Part of me want to snatch her out the clouds and wake her from the on going dream she's having.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946990-3237733607218967869?l=ladynaynay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ladynaynay.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-love-with-aisle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ladynay)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946990.post-3362523747111499413</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 23:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-27T18:22:11.171-05:00</atom:updated><title>Somniloquy</title><description>According to my boyfriend I have this and had it for quite some time. Somniloquy is the term used to describe people who talk in their sleep. When it is brought to my attention I am usually just curious about what I said. From what I understand, more often than not I can not be understood when I do it. This leaves Snookums to go "huh" wanting me to repeat myself and me not respond. Recently I apparently wanted to talk about music during my slumber, but the conversation didn't remain as clear on my end as the verbal exchange went on. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So weird! What if one day I admit to killing Roger Rabbit in my sleep??? LOL! I joke, but it does scare me that I have no control over what I may say in my sleep and when I wake up I'd have no clue I said anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading different sites that talk about somniloquy and I think mine is harmless and not a sign of a more serious medical issue. For that I am happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946990-3362523747111499413?l=ladynaynay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ladynaynay.blogspot.com/2009/10/somniloquy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ladynay)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946990.post-8579614760328619089</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 10:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-27T09:16:14.567-05:00</atom:updated><title>Money well spent</title><description>On Sunday I had a fat girl moment. On my way to my car to leave my weekend job I noticed the person who parked their pretty black sports car next to my driver's side parked way too close. There were about 6 or 7 people hanging out shooting the breeze not far from where I was. At first I thought I'd go back in and wait for the sporty black car to move, but that car could be there overnight so no go. Then I thought I'd get in on the passenger side and move over, but that would be too entertaining to the young college folks hanging out to witness, so no. I chose to give them an even better show. I some how managed to squeeze and wiggle myself in my car on the drivers side. I can only imagine what I looked like! LOL! As soon as I secured my spot I looked in my rear view mirror and sure enough the crew were all smiling from ear to ear looking in my direction! Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my ears literally starting to burn I drove away image conscience and tried to put it behind me. I mean skinny folks can have folks park too close and they'd have to maneuver as well right? But my mental being could not let it go. I told myself for the 14,305,683,723 time it was time to hit the gym and make more use of that year long membership I brought back in January. Make that money I put down way back when money well spent. So far so good. I didn't know I'd actually miss being in the gym!&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Go figure&lt;/span&gt;! The current plan is to continue to make use of the gym Monday-Friday between 5 a.m. and 6:30 a.m.! Why 5? Cuz it's a proven fact that once I get home after work it's very hard to get myself motivated to go workout. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*imaging what I could be looking like at this very moment had I been hitting the gym hard since January* *sigh* Oh well, no day like the present to work on my dime pieceness. Yeah, dime pieceness, shut up! LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946990-8579614760328619089?l=ladynaynay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ladynaynay.blogspot.com/2009/10/money-well-spent.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ladynay)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946990.post-3954484995000866277</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 02:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-24T21:40:53.477-05:00</atom:updated><title>Halloween party</title><description>Momma worked 12 hours, went to the store to buy the drinks she said she'd bring, got home, washed, threw on fresh clothes and took her daughter to her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TKD's&lt;/span&gt; annual Fall Festival. There were way too many folks there and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pooka&lt;/span&gt; had a GREAT time! Here are pix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/SuO3LJD9RvI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GnIY_2lUEfE/s1600-h/TSSpaintedface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/SuO3LJD9RvI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GnIY_2lUEfE/s400/TSSpaintedface.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396358180558948082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Face painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/SuO3BCMa9tI/AAAAAAAAAZU/DtslNQI7GE4/s1600-h/TKOpartyballoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/SuO3BCMa9tI/AAAAAAAAAZU/DtslNQI7GE4/s400/TKOpartyballoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396358006916708050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; Na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; Na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; Na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; Na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; Na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; Na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; Na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; Bat Girl!!!!!! Bat Girl is waiting for her giraffe balloon. I don't know who Marge Simpson is but she was FUN.NY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/SuO204u7eKI/AAAAAAAAAZM/AzIf4XhFvME/s1600-h/TKDHHpartygoesrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/SuO204u7eKI/AAAAAAAAAZM/AzIf4XhFvME/s400/TKDHHpartygoesrs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396357798218660002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Party goers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/SuO2pZjb4wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/L3a93Blyua8/s1600-h/TKOpartygoers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/SuO2pZjb4wI/AAAAAAAAAZE/L3a93Blyua8/s400/TKOpartygoers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396357600870392578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More party goers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/SuO2Xg1flII/AAAAAAAAAY8/r-gjFGrbL3g/s1600-h/TKOheadmasterhand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/SuO2Xg1flII/AAAAAAAAAY8/r-gjFGrbL3g/s400/TKOheadmasterhand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396357293587534978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head Master playing with the guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/SuO2Gs-36rI/AAAAAAAAAY0/lXuH_4XQ4sM/s1600-h/Trini.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/SuO2Gs-36rI/AAAAAAAAAY0/lXuH_4XQ4sM/s400/Trini.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396357004790327986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Trini&lt;/span&gt; dude and his daughter mini &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Trini&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dudette&lt;/span&gt; bumblebee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/SuO1i4nBuOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/aHNB5APkR4U/s1600-h/MasterPhong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/SuO1i4nBuOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/aHNB5APkR4U/s400/MasterPhong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396356389436242146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Master Kick your ass with one hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/SuO0wAhg6VI/AAAAAAAAAYk/PZPHSKwDfEY/s1600-h/TKDHeadmasterbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/SuO0wAhg6VI/AAAAAAAAAYk/PZPHSKwDfEY/s400/TKDHeadmasterbaby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396355515387275602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Head Master Kick your ass with one finger and his baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK now, momma tired, good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946990-3954484995000866277?l=ladynaynay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ladynaynay.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-party.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ladynay)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/SuO3LJD9RvI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GnIY_2lUEfE/s72-c/TSSpaintedface.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946990.post-1100962442787298966</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 13:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-20T16:02:33.020-05:00</atom:updated><title>주말, 주말 휴가</title><description>That's Korean for weekend according to the translation site I just looked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was pretty eventful and I enjoyed every minute of it. Especially since I didn't have to work the weekend job! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with Saturday. Everyone was straight chilling till it was time for Pooka to test. I had a pretty good idea of where it was but still left early just in case I needed some get lost time. We get there and chilled till Pooka felt like warming up on the floor. She didn't seem to be nervous or anything which was good. The way the center is set up there were a line of about 40 chairs against 2 of the walls. By time the testing actually started it was standing room only! I sat on the floor to be nice. I didn't know what to expect once the testing started but basically they take attendance, go over basic moves by belt level, go through these routines (I don't remember what they are called) by belt level, self defense (white belts), sparring (high white to black), then a knowledge test where everyone has to answer a random question they should know according to your belt level. Of course, the higher the belt the harder the question. Pooka did great. It did take her an extra second to answer her knowledge question, but was right on after one of the judges gave her a hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got small video clips of Pooka doing her thing. Upon viewing most of what I caught most of it wasn't good enough to post. Like when she performed her breaking technique she was on the other side of the center and another chick was beside her blocking my view so you can't see her break it. No point of posting stuff like that. Of course something ALWAYS goes wrong when I use tech stuff, so when it was time for her to do self defense moves with a partner my memory card decided to be filled to capacity! :-( Someone was supposed to tell me that I couldn't just save every single picture and video on my camera without another memory card. My camera is supposed to have indefinite memory gosh darn it!!!!!!! LOL! Snookums was able to get most of the good stuff on his phone but I don't have that yet so yall have to settle for the okay stuff I got! LOL I did get this pic of her in action though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/StxvbP-G3PI/AAAAAAAAAX8/rXKjyLlV3r0/s1600-h/Tariablocking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/StxvbP-G3PI/AAAAAAAAAX8/rXKjyLlV3r0/s400/Tariablocking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394308967617191154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooka is the one on the right blocking the kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-47e59f15d7793b72" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/Stx1Cla6XVI/AAAAAAAAAYE/0OGNoIB7DKw/s1600-h/WRaleighBBWtest102009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 377px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/Stx1Cla6XVI/AAAAAAAAAYE/0OGNoIB7DKw/s400/WRaleighBBWtest102009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394315140948188498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are multiple centers, but here are all the members of Pooka's center! See the blond girl with the pony tail? She was the only person testing for the belt level she was after and for her breaking technique the owner of the company had her jump over 4 crouching cohorts and break a board in the air! She did it too! Wish I would have got that on tape! There was another little boy that takes TKD very serious! This little black boy was on point the entire time. When they were sparring my mom thought he was going to truly hurt his sparring partner. He ended up winning the best of testing strip and he deserved it. Wish I had him on film too. Baby boy was BAD yah hear me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After testing we got some grub and decided that we were going to conquer the fair. Surprisingly traffic wasn't as bad as previous years and there was actually decent walking room through most of the fair. I'm curious about the numbers for opening weekend in comparison to last year. Pooka rode what she wanted and I got the food I wanted which included....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/Stx47UBp5iI/AAAAAAAAAYM/LN7Qse0duVs/s1600-h/tariaTKDFAIR+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/Stx47UBp5iI/AAAAAAAAAYM/LN7Qse0duVs/s400/tariaTKDFAIR+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394319414066275874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you read the sign? Right above the deep fried pickles. Maybe you can't. They said they were going to have the nasty sounding bacon concoctions, but didn't say they were going to have this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/Stx5ZWJmstI/AAAAAAAAAYU/qJYSMGWcBHY/s1600-h/tariaTKDFAIR+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/Stx5ZWJmstI/AAAAAAAAAYU/qJYSMGWcBHY/s400/tariaTKDFAIR+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394319930032566994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deep fried cheeseburger!!!!!! I was hesitant, but curious enough to buy one with my deep fried snickers *moment of silence for the yumminess of the deep fried Snickers*, It was ight at best, I will not be buying another one. They also had deep fried mac and cheese which was not there last year. I left that alone. Even though it was chilly I STILL got my NC State ice cream and for the first time ever it only took about 10 minutes from the time I got in line to me walking away from the spot with my ice cream! I was shocked! The line is usually long as hell and wrapped around the world! I am not complaining though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had a good time and we walked so much by time we got back home everyone was only interested in laying down! Go straight to bed, do not pass Go, do not collect $200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was straight chill/recovery day :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946990-1100962442787298966?l=ladynaynay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ladynaynay.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ladynay)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/StxvbP-G3PI/AAAAAAAAAX8/rXKjyLlV3r0/s72-c/Tariablocking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946990.post-6746652680188891640</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 00:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-14T14:10:56.530-05:00</atom:updated><title>I throw my money on da flo! **edit**</title><description>Dum dum, dum dum *dancing around* Bwahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to change the title of the post thanks to ARgal! Please visit her website (listed as Giving you the best that I got on the left) and check out her YouTube foolishness: 3rd Ward edition post dated 10/1/09 or go to YouTube and look up the Notorious B.U.M. you will not be sorry! Then again, maybe you will, ROFL! I just know I hate when people reference things I am not familiar with. Hate inside jokes when I am not in on them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Trent Jackson's intro there is a guy that sounds like Kat Williams that says something like...the only people that spend their time telling you you can't do shit are the same people who don't do shit with their time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooka will test to go to te next level in TKD on Saturday! When did they tell me? Today. When do I have to pay the testing fee? When I turn in the testing form. When am I supposed to turn that in? At least 2 days before testing a.k.a by Thursday! Love those surprise fees, yes I do!!!! LOL, I plan to have video up Saturday if they let me tape her doing her thing. With me, mom, and Snookums there she is going to have her own little cheering section! YAY! Thank goodness I already took this weekend off to go to the state fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Homer Simpson voice* Fair food, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must fast from here to the weekend! HAHA! Deep fried heart attack and NC State ice cream here I come! LOL! Guess I can take pics of that too! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***EDIT***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up what supposed to be new this year at our fair and found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These four foods are also making their N.C. State Fair debuts this year, so come out and be a part of history in the making:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funnel cake fries&lt;/strong&gt; from N &amp;amp; T Concessions. Just like the perennial Fair favorite, but with a portable twist. Who can resist a cross between powdered sugar goodness and the convenience of a french fry? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;May try this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chicken-fried bacon&lt;/strong&gt; from Chef Thomas’ Chef’s D’Lites. Just like it sounds, these strips of bacon are covered in batter and deep-fried like chicken-fried steak.&lt;br /&gt;Buffalo chicken rangoons from Raleigh’s own &lt;a onclick="pageTracker._trackPageview('/outgoing/www.woodyscitymarket.com/?referer=http://www.ncstatefair.org/2009/Entertainment/other.htm');" href="http://www.woodyscitymarket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Woody’s City Market&lt;/a&gt;. These bite-sized, deep-fried dumplings (similar to the crab rangoons available in many Chinese restaurants) will be filled with some of Woody’s famous buffalo chicken. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Might try this too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chocolate-covered bacon&lt;/strong&gt; from The Murphy House. Bacon lovers will have to contain themselves, since we’ll have not one, but two twists on the ever-popular bacon. A mix  of savory, sweet and salty, chocolate-covered bacon got some rave reviews at our pre-Fair media lunch, but you’ll have to come decide for yourself. Also on the menu, &lt;strong&gt;Deep fried Ho Ho's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Double PASS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend will be full of me pulling $ out the air! If I don't post or comment for awhile it's because I didn't pay AT&amp;amp;T for my internet service! HAHAHAHAHHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmmmm why does my keyboard work all of a sudden? *shm*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946990-6746652680188891640?l=ladynaynay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ladynaynay.blogspot.com/2009/10/pulling-out-air.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ladynay)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>19</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946990.post-5126079292213858062</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 11:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-13T08:26:03.421-05:00</atom:updated><title>See what had happened was...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/StRo-Ml4OcI/AAAAAAAAAX0/T8KcQ9eSjsc/s1600-h/LG_disinf_spray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392050071610603970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/StRo-Ml4OcI/AAAAAAAAAX0/T8KcQ9eSjsc/s400/LG_disinf_spray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost a battle with the purple bitch on the left! I went to Wally world to get my child some undergarments and other household needs including the room spray. As I was checking out, I bent over the cart to retrieve more items to place on the counter. I moved something causing the spray to fall over and land, sprayer side up, on something that hit the trigger. All I heard was SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH and my felt my eyes starting to burn. I managed to move the spray, finish the transaction, flush my eyes out in the Wally world bathroom and make it home. My right eye was red and irritated when I left. By time I took another look in my home bathroom it was inflamed. The haziness is mostly gone and the irritation is almost non existent as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have shared a juicer story, but that's what really happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946990-5126079292213858062?l=ladynaynay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ladynaynay.blogspot.com/2009/10/see-what-had-happened-was.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ladynay)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32z-PoCeDqc/StRo-Ml4OcI/AAAAAAAAAX0/T8KcQ9eSjsc/s72-c/LG_disinf_spray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946990.post-3727708018499594695</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 13:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-12T10:09:52.116-05:00</atom:updated><title>Long Stories Short</title><description>You saw I read your blog today, but I will comment tomorrow cuz I am lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people think that because I got paid I got money....and no bills! Sure I am a workaholic but that does NOT equate to balling out of control people!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when people know where things are in my room. how do you know it was in my 3rd drawer under my blue socks????? I am fucking territorial! Stay the hell out my room!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a love/hate relationship with being the provider of my current household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tooth in the front of my mouth is gone, never to return again unless I can come up with some kick ass insurance or a few thousand dollars. My smile was one of my better physical traits. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't have full vision in my right eye yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost a drawer full of socks and underwear magically disappeared from Pookas room! Dryer must have been hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My child has her first bra and panty set now. *bows head* I am not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought a 20 ounce SoBe drink and a gallon of juice, guess which has been opened and drunk and which one hasn't been touched. My fault, I should have specified that I brought the SoBe for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how was your weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946990-3727708018499594695?l=ladynaynay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ladynaynay.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-stories-sort.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ladynay)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946990.post-1611739771016204918</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 01:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-08T20:40:32.855-05:00</atom:updated><title>Procrastination</title><description>Right now I am supposed to be clicking away at my online muscular skeletal anatomy resources to brush up for this grad school thing. I told myself that starting tonight I would review the muscles and innervations of one body part every night till January. I also said I would go to the gym that closes at midnight every weeknight to get my physical self closer to where it needs to be. So far I'm 0 for 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn me and my procrastination!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946990-1611739771016204918?l=ladynaynay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ladynaynay.blogspot.com/2009/10/procrastination.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ladynay)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946990.post-5289429562479352740</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 16:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-07T11:52:31.245-05:00</atom:updated><title>Super Star Nic!</title><description>Yall remember her? Got married way back when, fell off the blogging circuit, then got pregnant???? Well she had the baby! He is a Jr. Born 10/1/09 @ 6lbs 12oz - 19 3/4 inches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay Nic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop her a congratulatory line or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop smiling! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cheese*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946990-5289429562479352740?l=ladynaynay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ladynaynay.blogspot.com/2009/10/super-star-nic.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ladynay)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item></channel></rss>