<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22158313</id><updated>2009-10-13T00:45:07.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruby Blue Monkey</title><subtitle type='html'>Because I really needed something else to do...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080217423323186726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22158313.post-5963292471953576959</id><published>2007-02-22T18:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T18:58:32.647-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillbilly Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yes that is where I am. HILLBILLY HELL. I have been battling little bouts of depression on and off and I think I have figured out what is contributing to some of the delusion. I am in one of the least cultured areas of the world right now. It's some sort or weird black hole of backwardness that I have to admit amuses me but at the same time pisses me off. Examples as follows: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) No one down here knows what falafel, hummus, pita or tahini are. You can usually find one package of pita or hummus at the store but forget about anything else Greek. This REALLY sucks because I have had a major jones for Greek food lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Most of my co-workers&lt;u&gt; have never left the state of Missouri&lt;/u&gt;. Half have never even left the towns they were born in for more than a day trip to the big mall in Kansas City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) None of them know who My Chemical Romance, The Pixies, The Killers, or U2 are. Most are very familiar with Carrie Underwood and Toby Keith though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Everytime I bring my lunch in to work I am scutinized because its something "foreign".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) I see new road-kill every day. I may become a vegiterrian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Most people down here plan their social calendars around NASCAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Coffee always comes out of a can or is instant, "what are whole beans, and what do you do with them?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Soy Beans are a major crop down here, ironically no one knows what Edemame is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) They all think that I'm the WEIRD one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know there is more. But until the shock wears off I can't think of them all. My denial has been deep. I didn't put my Missouri license plates on until today, I got them in December.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers, I leave you with Mel dancing around in my socks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnI3aC0VGRk/Rd471MYf6XI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Y6C0aFS__dA/s1600-h/DSCI0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034527218489878898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnI3aC0VGRk/Rd471MYf6XI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Y6C0aFS__dA/s200/DSCI0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22158313-5963292471953576959?l=rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/5963292471953576959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22158313&amp;postID=5963292471953576959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/5963292471953576959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/5963292471953576959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/2007/02/hillbilly-hell.html' title='Hillbilly Hell'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080217423323186726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08025344196991564681'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnI3aC0VGRk/Rd471MYf6XI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Y6C0aFS__dA/s72-c/DSCI0060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22158313.post-7314469427849617385</id><published>2007-01-13T10:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T11:15:02.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wintery days and 6 years of love</title><content type='html'>Today is our 6th anniversary! Holy cow that went fast. Marriage is hard and has many pitfalls. Somedays I just want to give it up but then I look at my husband and remember why I married him. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019563980503840818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnI3aC0VGRk/RakS2HFG-DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nF0X8iVrLgY/s200/IMG_1233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;When I see him with Mel and the love that he has for her I love him even more. We were going to go to "the city" as they say down here, but we had an ice storm which is no joke here in the country. Black ice everywhere and the ice brings down trees and power lines. Because it's so spread out here it can take upto one month for some people to get their power back. About 5 years ago they had a really bad one and my town was without power for 2 weeks. They had to pull in people from other states to help. My co-workers said they just huddled in their beds for warmth. Needless to say I went home at 12:30 yesterday and didn't get home till 2:00. I saw 23 car accidents, people overturned, off into trees, in ditches, one car looked like it had been cut in half it was smashed so bad. It ruined our Anniversary plans but we are having fun just snuggling at home for now. Puttering around on the internet I found out that that My Chemical Romance is playing in Topeka so for our Anniversary present we bought each other a ticket. It will be nice to get some citified culturin'. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnI3aC0VGRk/RakSGXFG-CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/1vFUWsPyjog/s1600-h/IMG_1410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019563160165087266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnI3aC0VGRk/RakSGXFG-CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/1vFUWsPyjog/s200/IMG_1410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22158313-7314469427849617385?l=rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/7314469427849617385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22158313&amp;postID=7314469427849617385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/7314469427849617385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/7314469427849617385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/2007/01/wintery-days-and-6-years-of-love.html' title='Wintery days and 6 years of love'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080217423323186726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08025344196991564681'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnI3aC0VGRk/RakS2HFG-DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nF0X8iVrLgY/s72-c/IMG_1233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22158313.post-3398351285198523595</id><published>2007-01-04T21:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T21:22:39.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Squirrel Suicide</title><content type='html'>Today I witnessed a squirell commit suicide. It was a very sad moment. I saw him sighlently pray on his road to heaven just before he made the mad dash one foot left to seal the deal with my radials. Who knew a squirell could make such a loud ker-thunk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22158313-3398351285198523595?l=rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/3398351285198523595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22158313&amp;postID=3398351285198523595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/3398351285198523595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/3398351285198523595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/2007/01/squirrel-suicide.html' title='Squirrel Suicide'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080217423323186726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08025344196991564681'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22158313.post-6456384835224173055</id><published>2007-01-02T18:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T19:22:06.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Triumphant Return, sort-of</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnI3aC0VGRk/RZsFMWpOmBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wgSeg1k-Krk/s1600-h/IMG_1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnI3aC0VGRk/RZsFMWpOmBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wgSeg1k-Krk/s320/IMG_1316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015608319802251282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long haiatis to mourn the death of my father I am back.  For those of you who didn't know my Dad lost his battle with Lymphoma on October 14 of 2006. I have now decided to get back into blogging. Today I just leave you with a pic of Mel, my princess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22158313-6456384835224173055?l=rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/6456384835224173055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22158313&amp;postID=6456384835224173055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/6456384835224173055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/6456384835224173055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/2007/01/triumphant-return-sort-of.html' title='Triumphant Return, sort-of'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080217423323186726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08025344196991564681'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnI3aC0VGRk/RZsFMWpOmBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wgSeg1k-Krk/s72-c/IMG_1316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22158313.post-3831758726866065203</id><published>2006-09-21T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T18:50:21.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7145/2704/1600/lacy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7145/2704/400/lacy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our babysitters senior pic. (well we borrowed her from our friends) Isn't she a dish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22158313-3831758726866065203?l=rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/3831758726866065203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22158313&amp;postID=3831758726866065203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/3831758726866065203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/3831758726866065203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/09/lacy.html' title='Lacy'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080217423323186726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08025344196991564681'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22158313.post-6147208698167213362</id><published>2006-09-21T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T18:48:46.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You might be a redneck if...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7145/2704/1600/ymbarni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7145/2704/400/ymbarni.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in your senior picture you are holding a shotgun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22158313-6147208698167213362?l=rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/6147208698167213362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22158313&amp;postID=6147208698167213362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/6147208698167213362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/6147208698167213362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-might-be-redneck-if.html' title='You might be a redneck if...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080217423323186726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08025344196991564681'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22158313.post-115854437164710439</id><published>2006-09-17T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T20:55:25.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More about whats going on around here</title><content type='html'>Jack works with a guy named Nate who also happens to live here in the grand ole town of Sweet Springs. Nate has a nifty wife who's name is Beth. They have two really cute kids named Zoie and Zahfer. Mel loves them already. They also happen to be the only two people in this town who look like they might have ever lived in Seattle. That pic of Nate from the last post is his real hair but he usually has the mohawk spiked up. They are funny and sarcastic and have already made us feel really welcome here and Beth makes awsome biscuts and gravy. (If she's not burning the bottoms of them) Heheh.... So it is no wonder why we are friends already. Here is a pic of the party, which was a costume party, in-case you hadn't figured that out, its a group of us that dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/320/Party%20group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beth also happens to be a MySpace junkie so I am linking her site &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mohawkmaker"&gt;here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Beth E. I think the fact that the first friend I made here name happens also to be Beth just reeks of Irony. I also find that we happen to be living on RAY street very enigmatic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22158313-115854437164710439?l=rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115854437164710439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22158313&amp;postID=115854437164710439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115854437164710439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115854437164710439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-about-whats-going-on-around-here.html' title='More about whats going on around here'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080217423323186726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08025344196991564681'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22158313.post-115852535060422295</id><published>2006-09-17T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T15:35:50.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Darling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/1600/steph1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/320/steph1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to a costume party at our new friends Nate and Beth's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/320/bethatparty.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Beth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/320/jayvelma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate &amp;amp; Mandy &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22158313-115852535060422295?l=rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115852535060422295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22158313&amp;postID=115852535060422295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115852535060422295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115852535060422295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-darling.html' title='Hello Darling'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080217423323186726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08025344196991564681'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22158313.post-115835593503171438</id><published>2006-09-15T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T16:32:15.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What have you done</title><content type='html'>I tagged this from &lt;a href="http://www.chefmessy.com/"&gt;Chef Messy&lt;/a&gt; who was tagged by Jenni at &lt;a href="http://sincityspuds.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sin City Spuds&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have done all the things in bold:&lt;br /&gt;01. &lt;strong&gt;Bought everyone in the bar a drink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Swam with (sort of) wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;03. &lt;strong&gt;Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. &lt;strong&gt;Taken a Ferrari for a test drive (sort of I was supposed to be parking it)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06. Held a tarantula&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08. Said 'I love you' and meant it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09. Hugged a tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;11. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;17. Grown and eaten my own vegetables (well, herbs, really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Touched an iceberg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Changed a baby's diaper (oh yeah! Have I ever!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Given more than I could afford to charity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Had a food fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Asked out a stranger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Had a snowball fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Screamed as loudly as I possibly could&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Held a lamb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Actually felt happy about my life, even for just a moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Had two hard drives for my computer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Visited all 50 states &lt;strong&gt;(18 so far)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Taken care of someone who was drunk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Had amazing friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. Watched wild whales&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Stolen a sign&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Backpacked in Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Taken a road-trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. Taken a midnight walk on the beach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;51. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. Been heartbroken longer then I was actually in love with the person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Visited Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55. Milked a cow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. Alphabetized my CDs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57. Pretended to be a superhero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Posed nude in front of strangers&lt;br /&gt;61. Gone scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Played in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;67. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68. Fallen in love with someone and not had my heart broken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. Toured ancient sites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;71. Played D&amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72. Gotten married&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74. Crashed a party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;76. Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. Made cookies from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80. Gotten a tattoo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Rafted the Snake River&lt;br /&gt;82. Been on television news programs as an "expert"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;83. Received flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Performed on stage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85. Been to Las Vegas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86. Recorded music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87. Eaten shark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. Had a one-night stand (sortof)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Gone to Thailand&lt;br /&gt;90. Bought a house&lt;br /&gt;91. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;92. Buried one of my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. Been on a cruise ship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;br /&gt;95. Performed in Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;96. Raised children (a bit)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;br /&gt;98. Created and named my own constellation of stars&lt;br /&gt;99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when I knew someone was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;104. Survived an illness that I shouldn't have survived&lt;br /&gt;105. Written articles for a large publication&lt;br /&gt;106. Lost over 100 pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;107. Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108. Piloted an airplane&lt;br /&gt;109. Petted a stingray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;110. Broken someone's heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;111. Helped an animal give birth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112. Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;113. Broken a bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114. Gone on an African photo safari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;115. Had a body part of mine below the neck pierced&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;118. Ridden a horse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119. Had major surgery&lt;br /&gt;120. Had a snake as a pet&lt;br /&gt;121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;122. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states&lt;br /&gt;124. Visited all 7 continents&lt;br /&gt;125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;126. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;127. Eaten sushi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;128. Had my picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;129. Changed someone's mind about something I care deeply about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130. Gone back to school&lt;br /&gt;131. Parasailed&lt;br /&gt;132. Petted a cockroach (Then squished it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;133. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;134. Read The Iliad - and the Odyssey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;135. Selected one "important" author who I missed in school, and read&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137. Skipped all my school reunions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;139. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;140. Written my own computer language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;141. Thought to myself that I'm living my dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;142. Had to put someone I love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;143. Built my own PC from parts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;144. Sold my own artwork to someone who didn't know me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;145. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;146: Dyed my hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;147: Been a DJ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;148: Shaved my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;149: Caused a car accident&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150: Saved someone's life&lt;br /&gt;151: Been in a vehicular chase with law enforcement&lt;br /&gt;152: Driven a motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;153: Made soap with lye&lt;br /&gt;154: Backpacked for several days in the wilderness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;155: Knit or sewn my own clothes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;156: Kayaked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;157: Pulled a fire alarm in a public building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;158: Eaten a raw habenero chili pepper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;159: Bailed someone out of jail&lt;br /&gt;160: Mastered a musical instrument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;161: Spray-painted or otherwise graffittied public property&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;162: Made my own shoes&lt;br /&gt;163: Thrown a personal item of clothing onstage during a concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;164: Written poetry, bad or otherwise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;165: Made doughnuts from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;166: Changed my mind about something I believed in passionately&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;167: Walked out of my job, quitting on the spot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;168: Jumped out of a moving car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;169: Ridden in the trunk of a car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;170: Drunk-dialed someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;171: Gone to a strip club or show&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;172: Eaten a whole pint of ice cream by myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;173: Jumped a train&lt;br /&gt;174: Commited an act of civil disobedience&lt;br /&gt;175: Had a crush on my cousin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;176: Written a letter to a celebrity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;177: Seen 10 countries in six weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;178: Driven 6,000 miles in six weeks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;179: Slept in a 400 year old convent.&lt;br /&gt;180: Seen a punk concert at a Roman coliseum.&lt;br /&gt;181: Performed in Disney Land.&lt;br /&gt;182: Swung on vines in Peru.&lt;br /&gt;183: Lived near the beach of both the Atlantic and the Pacific Oceans.&lt;br /&gt;184. Spent more than 30 hours in labor.&lt;br /&gt;185. Had both my tonsils and my appendix removed.&lt;br /&gt;186. Been hit by a drunk driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;188. Camped on the beach.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;189. Baked a 4-layer cake from scratch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;190. Given someone a fake phone number.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am adding:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;191. Gone fishing in Alaska&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;192. Driven 2,000 miles with just my two year old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;193. Eaten wild game including Moose, deer, elk, caribou and raindeer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;194. Been in an underground gold and silver mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;195. Participated in a charity bike-a-thon or walk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;196. Been on a Glacier&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;197. Swam in a glacier lake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22158313-115835593503171438?l=rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115835593503171438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22158313&amp;postID=115835593503171438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115835593503171438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115835593503171438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-have-you-done.html' title='What have you done'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080217423323186726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08025344196991564681'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22158313.post-115789900691902787</id><published>2006-09-10T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T23:28:12.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Butte Rocker</title><content type='html'>I know everyone is dying to see pics of the house we are renting but I haven't had a chance to get my memory card emptied from my camera. Worry not, I shall have it done soon. Until then I leave you with this little nugget of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way down to Missouri I had to pass Butte, MT. Lovely place if you're into big belt buckles and buffalo. However, did you know that on the west side of Butte there is a little town named Rocker. So if your heading west on I-90 you get to visit &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?oi=map&amp;amp;q=Butte,+MT"&gt;Butte, Rocker&lt;/a&gt;. If you don't find that mildly amusing quit reading my blog you just don't belong here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22158313-115789900691902787?l=rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115789900691902787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22158313&amp;postID=115789900691902787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115789900691902787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115789900691902787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/09/butte-rocker.html' title='Butte Rocker'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080217423323186726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08025344196991564681'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22158313.post-115604163754203271</id><published>2006-08-19T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T21:40:37.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out Wise Craft</title><content type='html'>Love this blog site. Been reading like crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blairpeter.typepad.com/weblog/"&gt;Wise Craft&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22158313-115604163754203271?l=rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115604163754203271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22158313&amp;postID=115604163754203271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115604163754203271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115604163754203271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/08/check-out-wise-craft.html' title='Check out Wise Craft'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080217423323186726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08025344196991564681'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22158313.post-115587619984599408</id><published>2006-08-17T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T23:43:19.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things You May Not Have Known About Me</title><content type='html'>This was a challange from Jen @ &lt;a href="http://www.thispile.com"&gt;http://www.thispile.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Permanent Link to Things You May Not Have Known About Me…" href="https://shsmail.swedish.org/exchweb/bin/redir.asp?URL=http://www.thispile.com/archives/things-you-may-not-have-known-about-me" target="_blank"&gt;Things You May Not Have Known About Me…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things you may not have known about me….&lt;br /&gt;A) Four jobs I have had in my life:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mom and wife&lt;br /&gt;2. Special Project Coordinator for Big Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;3. Managed Care Billing and Financial Analyst (Yes that was my full title)&lt;br /&gt;4. Valet for Nordstroms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Four movies you would watch over and over:&lt;br /&gt;1. Shawshank Redemption – Best movie ever.&lt;br /&gt;2. Strictly Ballroom&lt;br /&gt;3. Mean Girls – SOOOO Hilarious&lt;br /&gt;4. Any of the Harry Potter flix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) Four places you have lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Multiple towns in Colorado&lt;br /&gt;2. Juneau, AK&lt;br /&gt;3. Glenrock, WY&lt;br /&gt;4. Seattle, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D) Four TV shows you love to watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. LOST&lt;br /&gt;2. Project Runway on Bravo&lt;br /&gt;3. Grays Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;4. Currently fixated on 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E) Four places you have been on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;1. Whitehorse, Yukon Territory, Canada&lt;br /&gt;2. Las Vegas, NV&lt;br /&gt;3. Victoria and Vancouver, BC&lt;br /&gt;4. Missouri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F) Websites you visit daily or often:&lt;br /&gt;Daciaray.com, thispile.com, msnbc.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G ) Four of my favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;1. Thai Food&lt;br /&gt;2. Southern Food&lt;br /&gt;3. Mexican Food&lt;br /&gt;4. Food in general is all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H) Four places I would rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. With my husband Jack &amp; Mel in Missouri&lt;br /&gt;2. On a couch with a tub of Ben &amp;amp; Jerrys watching Strictly Ballroom&lt;br /&gt;3. A sunny park with Mel on the swing set&lt;br /&gt;4. Out to dinner with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I) Friends I think will respond&lt;br /&gt;1. Dacia?&lt;br /&gt;2. Beth&lt;br /&gt;3. No Idea really because I don’t know who reads my blog….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J) Favorite songs/music: (it changes all. the. time. but here’s what’s hot now)&lt;br /&gt;1. Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;2. Keith Urban&lt;br /&gt;3. Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;4. Johnny Cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K) Favorite Colors:&lt;br /&gt;1. Olive&lt;br /&gt;2. Red&lt;br /&gt;3. Yellow&lt;br /&gt;4. Orange (you should see my couch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L) Favorite Author:&lt;br /&gt;1. CS Lewis&lt;br /&gt;2. Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;3. JK Rowling&lt;br /&gt;4. Jen Zug (shameless flattery but her site makes me laugh more than anything lately)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M) Moments I will never forget (not in any order):&lt;br /&gt;1. The day I married Jack&lt;br /&gt;2. The first time my Daughter told me “I love you too, Mommy” as she wrapped her arms around me.&lt;br /&gt;3. spending the week in the hospital with my daughter when she had a bad virus&lt;br /&gt;4. Finding out my dad had cancer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22158313-115587619984599408?l=rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115587619984599408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22158313&amp;postID=115587619984599408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115587619984599408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115587619984599408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/08/things-you-may-not-have-known-about-me.html' title='Things You May Not Have Known About Me'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080217423323186726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08025344196991564681'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22158313.post-115578521584982204</id><published>2006-08-16T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T19:01:01.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excellent friends and stinky dogs</title><content type='html'>So the sporadic posts continue... I have been staying with my friends the Pratts for the month of August. They kindly offered this to me so I could save some moola for the move. We are having a great time. The kids get to play together and Brad and Kim have gotten me hooked on the TV show 24. It is totally over the top dramatic but the stories are excellent. The only downfall of the nightly view is their two adorable dogs. They like to fart. A lot. Hehe. I thought about those farting dog books for kids last night and it just made me laugh soo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Dad news we have had a bit of a set back. He was down in Missouri enjoying himself while on a break from treatment and started developing new tumors. So yesterday the doctor ordered him back up to Seattle to begin treatment early. It is disappointing and wearing on all of us I just continue to pray that the Stem cell treatment will eventually be successfully. Thanks to all of you who pray for him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Brother news... You don't want to know. Lets just say I pray a lot in this department as well. If you all want to pray please do for my brothers kids. Just pray that they remain safe at their Aunts house and that their mom and dad get their shit together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I gear up for the big move I have a very full social calendar. 3 Dinners and 3 going away parties are planned so far. I am going to miss everyone sooo much. Hopefully they will read my blog to keep updated on what's going on. Also in moving news, we found a small house to rent down in Sweet Springs for $300 a month. Yeah. My mom says it's pretty small and "isn't much" and "I've lived in worse" and "you'll have to be creative with your storage" so it is either scary small or she is being really dramatic. Knowing my mom its the latter. I will post pics when I get settled and let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough for now. I'll probably post again in about a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22158313-115578521584982204?l=rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115578521584982204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22158313&amp;postID=115578521584982204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115578521584982204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115578521584982204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/08/excellent-friends-and-stinky-dogs.html' title='Excellent friends and stinky dogs'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080217423323186726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08025344196991564681'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22158313.post-115500355932466532</id><published>2006-08-07T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T17:58:01.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie Update</title><content type='html'>I am transient at moment. We have moved out of our apartment and are staying with our friends the Pratt's until The big move on August 31st. Here's to praying that it all fits in the U-haul! Other than that I played softball on a whim yesterday and am now so sore that my eyelids hurt. Mel is having a blast with Charlie and Ella. It's like insta siblings. Currently they all have their eyeballs glued to the teley watching Toy Story 2 and sipping chocolate milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Missouri news (misery) Jack is toughing it out at my uncles house. My uncle is being a cantankerous old fart and Jack is really not used to my whole family dynamic. Which in turn gives me major anxiety. He did find a good job though welding at a toolbox factory. Great on the job training etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is in "HOG HEAVEN" literally he has been on his Harley everyday and has even had a few 8 hour road trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is in Juneau finishing up loose ends. Seeing that my Nieces and my Nephew are safe and taken care of. This is an entire other story that I have yet to find the words to put down in full. It is a painful subject and I am not prepared mentally to divulge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22158313-115500355932466532?l=rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115500355932466532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22158313&amp;postID=115500355932466532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115500355932466532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115500355932466532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/08/quickie-update.html' title='Quickie Update'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080217423323186726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08025344196991564681'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22158313.post-115379345085059826</id><published>2006-07-24T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T17:57:22.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mo-Mo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/1600/IMG_1344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/320/IMG_1344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody's"Boat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/1600/IMG_1341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/320/IMG_1341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look-it Mommy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/1600/IMG_1348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/320/IMG_1348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awwwwwwww! Their so peaceful when they're sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22158313-115379345085059826?l=rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115379345085059826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22158313&amp;postID=115379345085059826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115379345085059826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115379345085059826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/07/mo-mo.html' title='Mo-Mo'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080217423323186726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08025344196991564681'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22158313.post-115336630657169911</id><published>2006-07-19T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T22:31:46.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Curtain dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/1600/IMG_1328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/200/IMG_1328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an outfit that I bought at a vintage store here in Seattle. When I bought it, it was a "skort" outfit. Hideous, YES, But all I had to do was cut the middle out and sew it up right at the pleat. WHA-LA! Cute summer dress! I take a pic of myself in it but for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1: If you read my blog regularly you will have already noticed the intentional lack of pictures of me.&lt;br /&gt;2: My camera is broken and I can't do the timer thing anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22158313-115336630657169911?l=rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115336630657169911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22158313&amp;postID=115336630657169911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115336630657169911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115336630657169911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/07/curtain-dress.html' title='Curtain dress'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080217423323186726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08025344196991564681'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22158313.post-115327722408838700</id><published>2006-07-18T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T16:07:58.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fig-iddaboutit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/1600/IMG_1331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/320/IMG_1331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the option to write about the insane chaos of my apartment deep in the throws of packing/moving or about my brother and his sad situation. But niether of those topics make me happy and I am choosing the "if I don't think about it, it ain't there" cop-out. So I choose instead to talk about one of the things I am going to miss about Seattle. The Pikes Place Market and fresh figs for sale this time of year. I have an annual tradition of going to the market at lunch and scooping up yummy exotic fruits this time of year. Mostly because this is the ONLY time you can get them. Especially figs. I love fresh figs. They are piney and sweet. Piney? Yes Piney, that is the extremely sutle smell they give off when really fresh. Don't get me wrong now for anyone who has not had a fresh fig they are NOTHING like fig newtons. That nasty goo they put in the middle is so gross it could pass for road tar compared to the delicate texture and sweet deliciousness of a fresh fig. Take the plunge and try some. They also make a great compote for vanilla ice cream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22158313-115327722408838700?l=rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115327722408838700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22158313&amp;postID=115327722408838700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115327722408838700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115327722408838700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/07/fig-iddaboutit.html' title='Fig-iddaboutit'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080217423323186726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08025344196991564681'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22158313.post-115241982668274639</id><published>2006-07-08T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T19:59:30.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospitals and Scary Virus</title><content type='html'>So I haven't really been neglecting my Blogging but we had a bit of a scare this week. Melody came down with a 101.7 fever on the night of the 2nd. This occasionally happens with her allergies so I gave her some Tylenol and sent her to bed. On the 3rd she woke up with a fever of 104.4! I got her in to see her doctor who decided she had a nasty tonsil infection/pharyngitis. But she got progressively worse as the day and night went on. After she threw-up 5 times and became as limp as noodle with a 105 fever (on Tylenol) I took her to the ER early on the 4th. She was poked 5 times to get an IV in. An unfortunate inherited trait from her Nana and me. Small, rolling and disappearing veins. After IV fluids and Tylenol in a not so fun place she seemed much better no fever and was sent home. But the same thing happened again I couldn't keep her fever down and she was very lethargic. So off to the ER we went again. This time they couldn't keep her fever down so she was admitted for observation. 6 IV attempt, 2 chest x-rays, 2 very dramatic blood draws, 1 sedation, 1 CT scan, lots of drugs/antibiotics and 5 days later we are finally home. The doctors think that she got some sort of nasty, not entirely identifiable virus that caused her tonsils, sinuses and other facial structures to become inflamed and infected. This then developed a sinus infection as well. They think the virus was related to Mono or some sort of an Epstein-Barr type virus. Whatever it was it kick her poor little baby girl butt. She is not full tilt yet but is doing much better. We will be able to breath better after her 13 days of antibiotics is done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22158313-115241982668274639?l=rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115241982668274639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22158313&amp;postID=115241982668274639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115241982668274639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115241982668274639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/07/hospitals-and-scary-virus.html' title='Hospitals and Scary Virus'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080217423323186726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08025344196991564681'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22158313.post-115172484479884835</id><published>2006-06-30T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:01:12.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a chance to blog.</title><content type='html'>So much to do... um... too little people to get to do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/200/IMG_1312.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Movies recently viewed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0365737/"&gt;Syriana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Overall I give this movie 3.75 stars, I liked it but the ending message didn't really get me. Maybe I am one of those overly desensitized American prats that we read about but I just wasn't really moved by this one. First off it was slow and was dangerously close to being like &lt;a href="http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/05/boring-new-world.html"&gt;"The New World". &lt;/a&gt;However, a few shocking developments later I was glued. It still took me 3/4 of the movie to figure out the plot (if you can call it that). The redeeming factors were George Clooney and Matt Damons' performances and it really made me think about my own greedy oil consumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0383216/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pink Panther&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;- 1.5 stars. Steve Martin is a very funny guy but the guy who co-wrote this with him is not. The parts that should have been funny are completely lost to the dry acting by the inexperienced Beyonce and over experienced Kevin Kline and Jean Reno. This was a vapid and forgettable comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0427229/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Failure to Launch&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;- 3.5 stars. Moderately amusing, so-so acting, I do love Sara Jessica Parker. There are a few bits of unusual slapstick involving wild animals that makes this just quirky enough to keep watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/200/IMG_1315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Garage Sale!&lt;/span&gt; For the move to Missouri I will be having a garage sale on July 21-22. I have already accumulated 2 boxes of crap that I never knew I had. Where does this stuff come from?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update on Dad: &lt;/strong&gt;Things are going well overall. This last dose of chemo is really kicking his butt though. Hopefully they will harvest his stem cells in the next 2 days and he will get a break for a few weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Check out these blogs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iheartichoke.blogspot.com/"&gt;Iheartichoke&lt;/a&gt; (Danelle) and &lt;a href="http://prometheusreturns.blogspot.com/"&gt;Prometheus Returns &lt;/a&gt;(Pastor Mike)and &lt;a href="http://www.chefmessy.com/chefmessy/"&gt;Chef Messy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;and finally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/200/IMG_1299.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;This is what happens to mommy when she's in trouble with Melody.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22158313-115172484479884835?l=rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115172484479884835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22158313&amp;postID=115172484479884835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115172484479884835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115172484479884835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/06/finally-chance-to-blog.html' title='Finally a chance to blog.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080217423323186726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08025344196991564681'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22158313.post-115137237815078628</id><published>2006-06-26T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T15:23:49.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Un-domestic godess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/1600/IMG_1285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/320/IMG_1285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I stole the title of this post from a novel but it fits me well today. As you may have read above I truly believe that dishes should magically walk themselves into the dishwasher and then magically walk themselves into the cupboard. This is also evidence of my negligent blogging of late. I had my Uncle Otto in town from Thursday to Sunday and coupled with our heatwave (90+ in Seattle is a big deal) I haven't wanted to do anything. So we did the touristy stuff and what-not. My dad is Harley man (who can blame him?) and Eastside Harley in Bellevue was having a grand reopening. This was a lot of fun. I love looking at the sleek sexy bikes and dream that one day I too will own one. Melody took a ride on the mechanically coin operated bike outside the shop and I had to pry her off of it. She cried "I want a motorcycle! I want a motorcycle!" all the way to lunch. I reminded her that Mommy wanted one too but this did nothing to disuade her. I have seen those little battery operated ones at toy stores. Now, how to justify buying one for her birthday??? No I don't spoil my child one bit....See following photo that resulted after this heated debate at Big Lots the other day.&lt;br /&gt;Mel: Me want it.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Whats that Mel?&lt;br /&gt;Mel: I want it.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: You have to tell Mommy what it is and remember to say Please.&lt;br /&gt;Mel: Pla-dow, Pla-dow (yes that is how she says Play-Dough)&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Well we can't right now Mel. Mommy doesn't have the money for new toys.&lt;br /&gt;Mel:(screaming) I want Pla-dow! I want Pla-dow!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: NO you have toys at home. And no screaming or we go home now.&lt;br /&gt;Mel: (Big doe eyes &amp; puckered lips) Wease Mommy? I wuv you!! Wease Pla-Dow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Minutes later.... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/1600/IMG_1284.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/320/IMG_1284.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22158313-115137237815078628?l=rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115137237815078628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22158313&amp;postID=115137237815078628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115137237815078628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115137237815078628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/06/un-domestic-godess.html' title='The Un-domestic godess'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080217423323186726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08025344196991564681'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22158313.post-115085710433679836</id><published>2006-06-20T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:02:38.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How do these people stay employed?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever met someone that you are just amazed that they've managed to hold on to thier job as long as they have? I work with several of these such people. Most of them are older than myself and have been at the same position for around 10 years. I just suppose that is why they are still in the same job while the rest of the world passes them by. Dumb does not begin to describe them. They drive me crazy. How, HOW, &lt;strong&gt;HOW&lt;/strong&gt;!!! is it that these people don't know a basic function of thier job after supposedly doing it for SOOOO long? How is it that I do? One such ameoba asked me today how to type a letter in Word and print it on our letterhead so they could send it to a client. Now computers have been in use in our office since before I graduated high school and this person has been in our office since then. How much have they been bribing the boss every year to stay employed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22158313-115085710433679836?l=rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115085710433679836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22158313&amp;postID=115085710433679836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115085710433679836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115085710433679836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-do-these-people-stay-employed.html' title='How do these people stay employed?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080217423323186726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08025344196991564681'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22158313.post-115076872523081582</id><published>2006-06-19T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:03:28.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fleece Blankie and Fabulous Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fleece Blankie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my first ever fleece blanket. (Yeah I know I am behind the trend) I never tried this &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/1600/IMG_1263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/200/IMG_1263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/1600/IMG_1266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/200/IMG_1266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;because I myself am not a big fan of fleece. Unfortunately I took my 2 1/2 year old daughter with me to the fabric store. She is a CARE BEAR FREAK. So when she saw this I couldn't resist. It has brought her so much joy it was well worth it and it was super easy to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/1600/IMG_1270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/200/IMG_1270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fabulous Shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I found these shoes on the internet. They are &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/1600/IMG_1269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" height="116" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/200/IMG_1269.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;by Carlos Santana. Yeah I didn't know he did shoes either. These are "last season" so I got them for a steal of $30. I think that Macy's sells his line. I love them they make me feel ooh-la-la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22158313-115076872523081582?l=rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115076872523081582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22158313&amp;postID=115076872523081582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115076872523081582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115076872523081582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/06/fleece-blankie-and-fabulous-shoes.html' title='Fleece Blankie and Fabulous Shoes'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080217423323186726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08025344196991564681'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22158313.post-115076784981923983</id><published>2006-06-19T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T20:44:09.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missouri Update</title><content type='html'>Jack is like a little kid discovering the world for the first time. Being a born and breed city boy who hasn't gone much further east than Moscow, ID.  He has informed me that he has seen his first skunk and deer and caught Fireflies for the first time ever.  He was looking at COWS when he talked to me on the phone. He also informed me that he had to buy bug repelent because the bugs were eating him alive. This all made me laugh alot. He's such a hoot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22158313-115076784981923983?l=rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115076784981923983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22158313&amp;postID=115076784981923983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115076784981923983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115076784981923983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/06/missouri-update.html' title='Missouri Update'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080217423323186726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08025344196991564681'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22158313.post-115076765468983942</id><published>2006-06-19T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T20:40:54.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Larry Update (Dad)</title><content type='html'>Dad is doing fairly well he is on one week after they pumped him with a double dose of Chemo. Currently he has to check in at the Dr's everyday for blood tests and fluids. He is tired and exhausted and has the usual loopy feelings and nausea after chemo that is normal but annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22158313-115076765468983942?l=rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115076765468983942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22158313&amp;postID=115076765468983942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115076765468983942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22158313/posts/default/115076765468983942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubybluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/06/larry-update-dad.html' title='Larry Update (Dad)'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080217423323186726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08025344196991564681'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22158313.post-115042569614465246</id><published>2006-06-15T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T15:21:54.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Paper and BIG NEWS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/1600/IMG_1252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/200/IMG_1252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my buddy Dacia sent me the cutest little care package! See the Pic? Lots of beautiful papers, a stamp, a fun little magnet, her hand made tags and some lovely ribbon. THANKS. I can do some fun stuff with it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now the now the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;BIG NEWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack has just left for Missouri this afternoon. Missouri you ask? Yep. Work has been slow around here for him and most of my family will be moving there soon when my Dad's treatment is done. After weighing the good and the bad and praying a lot, we decided that if Jack can get good work we will move to Missouri. Yeah I know. EEEKKK. Basically, though we love Seattle, our church and all of our friends here, we will never be able to afford a house here, I will never be able to &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/1600/IMG_1249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7642/638/200/IMG_1249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;quit my job and take care of Mel and have more munchkins. Seattle is just too damn expensive. I would love to have a yard with a kiddie pool and a garden. Mostly at this time in our lives we feel that God is calling us to be near my family and Missouri is where they are going. My dads family is from there and a lot of my extended family is there. 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