<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:00:09.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glimpse Into My World</title><subtitle type='html'>Don't call me Lenny Kravitz.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-1004514310269694640</id><published>2007-10-18T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T20:34:34.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey everyone...</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to let everyone know that my blog site will be changing.  If you want to know the new address then just leave me a comment on here.  If I have your e-mail address then I will send you the link to the new site.  I have my reasons for changing the address, and also for changing my e-mail address and my phone number.  A major one is...well I won't go into that.  Please let me know if you want the new link.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a million!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Gator&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-1004514310269694640?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/1004514310269694640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=1004514310269694640' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/1004514310269694640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/1004514310269694640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-everyone.html' title='Hey everyone...'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-926976733522564886</id><published>2007-10-17T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T20:26:53.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...at least some people want to know</title><content type='html'>Ok y'all...here is the big secret that I have been meaning to tell everyone about for a while, but with work being so hectic I haven't had a chance to blog.  I went in to see my friend Sasha the other day.  She is a hairdresser in C-town.  She and I discussed it and we cut my hair!  Cut off 8 inches!  Can you believe it???  Then to top it all off she died 1/2 of my hair this beautiful red color, with a big red stripe down the middle.  But over the past two weeks the color has faded and it has turned to pink...y'all know how I love pink!!!  It is so awesome.  I have never cut my hair before, other than just a trim, and oh holy cow it is so cool!!!  I will try to take pics of it this week so that I can put them up here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I got ride of all of that losers shit that was still at my house.  He had the nerve to call me up at 11:40PM (I am sure he was drinking) and demand his stuff back.  He kept calling me a F***ing B****, and saying that I was going to straight to Hell.  So all of his shit is gone, and we had torrential rain last night and all of his crap is outside at some of my friends house...lol turkey fryer...rain...probably not the best mix.  Oh well, I guess you shouldn't have been an asshole.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is the rabbit is gone.  I got ride of her on Monday.  Praise the Lord.  That was one more mouth to feed, and geez I am only one person.  It is hard to take care of two dogs, two cats, a fish, and a rabbit.  And by the end of this week Peter the Fish is going to live in his new home at Lydia's house.  She has horses and a big stock tank that Peter can live in with other fishes.  So it will just be me and the animals that I love.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is all that has changed so far, but as soon as something else changes...which will be happening soon hopefully, then I will let you know.  Sooner this time...I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-926976733522564886?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/926976733522564886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=926976733522564886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/926976733522564886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/926976733522564886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2007/10/wellat-least-some-people-want-to-know.html' title='Well...at least some people want to know'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-1878892089243666071</id><published>2007-10-05T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T18:54:14.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Things.... A meme</title><content type='html'>4 Jobs I’ve Held&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp Counselor&lt;br /&gt;A/R Manager&lt;br /&gt;Vendor&lt;br /&gt;QMRP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4Films I Could Watch Over and Over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steal Magnolias&lt;br /&gt;Tombstone&lt;br /&gt;16 Candles&lt;br /&gt;Pretty In Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 TV Shows I Watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSI-Vegas&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy&lt;br /&gt;My Name is Earl&lt;br /&gt;Law and Order-SVU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Places I’ve Lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plainview, Texas&lt;br /&gt;Clarendon, Texas&lt;br /&gt;Happy, Texas&lt;br /&gt;Krum, Texas (sense a TX theme going on here?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Favorite Foods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers&lt;br /&gt;Chips and Hot Sauce&lt;br /&gt;Crab Cheese Wontons&lt;br /&gt;Mama's Chicken Enchiladas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Favorite Colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;Red&lt;br /&gt;Maroon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Places I Would Love to Be Right Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ocean&lt;br /&gt;The Mountains&lt;br /&gt;The River&lt;br /&gt;With my Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Names I Love But Would/Could Not Use for my Children&lt;br /&gt;javascript:void(0)&lt;br /&gt;Publish Post&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt&lt;br /&gt;Jackson...Jaxs for short&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian...Bash for short&lt;br /&gt;Danika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am going to tag: &lt;a href="http://www.mujermaravilla.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rach&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ngrammie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ester Bunny&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://beiandfinch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Little Miss Martha Stewart&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://bunnybunster.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bunny Buster.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if anyone is curious...I made that change that I was talking about.  But I bet no one wants to hear about it.  Right???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-1878892089243666071?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/1878892089243666071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=1878892089243666071' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/1878892089243666071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/1878892089243666071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2007/10/4-things-meme.html' title='4 Things.... A meme'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-4675085920031843390</id><published>2007-09-28T09:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T09:25:46.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just don't know...</title><content type='html'>Ok, y'all I don't know what is going on with me but something seriously strange is happening to me.  I am ready for a change.  I don't know what that means, I don't know if it means moving, getting a new job, doing something different with my hair, I don't know.  I just can't figure it out, I don't even like change.  I have never in my life said..."yep, change...that's what I want...change"  That is just not me.  Ask my Mom, she will tell you.  It is just so weird.  I tried getting out of town for the weekend, but that didn't do the trick, so I am going out of town this weekend too.  This time it's to see Biker, last weekend it was to go see the family.  And I had a wonderful time.  I don't know what the change I need to make is, but as soon as I figure it out; I will let you know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Gator&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-4675085920031843390?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/4675085920031843390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=4675085920031843390' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/4675085920031843390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/4675085920031843390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-just-dont-know.html' title='I just don&apos;t know...'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-6000221017567239047</id><published>2007-09-13T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T09:48:00.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thankful List</title><content type='html'>1.  Today is Thursday...that means tomorrow is Friday.&lt;br /&gt;2.  My little brother is coming to stay with me this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Biker is great with little brother.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Lydi is going to the doctor today.&lt;br /&gt;5.  My laundry is done.&lt;br /&gt;6.  My laundry is folded.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Would be more thankful if my laundry was put away.&lt;br /&gt;8.  I am almost done painting my bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;9.  I can dress how ever I want to to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;10.  I have tickets to the fair.&lt;br /&gt;11.  My animals that love me no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;12.  My house being partially clean.&lt;br /&gt;13.  Tomorrow is payday.&lt;br /&gt;14.  My Jeepy.&lt;br /&gt;15.  My Mom that I can call and talk to just about nothing.&lt;br /&gt;16.  Clean panties.&lt;br /&gt;17.  Two brand spanking new bras.&lt;br /&gt;18.  Lydi being calm with me while I kept losing everything yesterday...fair tickets, check fromd Dr.'s office, etc.&lt;br /&gt;19.  Beck Beck that will just call for no reason, just to see what I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;20.  Biker...he sings to me every night so that I can go to sleep.  My Mom used to do that when I was little and I just love it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you thankful for today???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-6000221017567239047?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/6000221017567239047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=6000221017567239047' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/6000221017567239047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/6000221017567239047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-thankful-list.html' title='My Thankful List'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-6207600404614155255</id><published>2007-09-06T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:05:19.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight...</title><content type='html'>Tonight I was going to write about my weekend at the river, but right now I find it more important to write about my &lt;a href="http://www.princessandthebeads.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mom Gator&lt;/a&gt;.  She is the best Mom Gator in the whole world.  She lets me call her at 2am when I don't feel good and keep throwing up Pepto Bismol.  No one likes Pepto Bismol.  No one on Earth.  Then she will just let me call and talk about nothing...nothing at all, and she doesn't care she just lets me talk because she knows that I need too.  She calls and gives me updates on shows that I don't even watch, but it is important to her, so it is important to me.  &lt;br /&gt;     She takes off of work when I have to go to the hospital of the totally unfun test, and then she stays the whole weekend with me and cleans my house.  She will say that she didn't clean my whole house but she really did (even thought it is a mess again).  I heard rumors that she is rattling around the idea of someday coming closer to me.  ~jumps up and down with excitement~  I would love it if she were closer to me.  &lt;br /&gt;     I love it that I don't have to share her with anyone else other than baby brother, but that is ok, because I am pretty partial to him.  I am glad that God blessed me with her, because I can't imagine my life with anyone else as my Mom.  She is my best friend and I can tell her anything.  &lt;br /&gt;     She supports me in anything I want to do.  Like go to graduate school...she was my #1 supporter.  When I wanted to break up with Gomer, she supported me 100%.  When people get all jealous because she is my Mom and not their's we laugh about it, and I get to...oh I can't think of a word, but I get to gloat that she is my Mom and unfortunately for them their Mom's are never as good as my Mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-6207600404614155255?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/6207600404614155255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=6207600404614155255' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/6207600404614155255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/6207600404614155255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2007/09/tonight.html' title='Tonight...'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-7802790303191258759</id><published>2007-08-26T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T18:33:23.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been a pretty interesting weekend.  On Friday evening I went in for my colonoscopy, and the actual procedure wasn't that bad...of course I also told the lovely people at BSA hospital that I wanted to be an inactive participant in this whole ordeal.  They gladly complied.  It turns out that not that much is wrong, so there is good news.  So My Mom came and stayed the weekend with me, and we had a great time.  She got up on Saturday and cleaned my house.  She says she didn't but folks I am telling you...it hasn't looked this good since I moved in.  Ok, not the back bedroom, but the rest of the house.  Then we did some crafts...as most of you know my Mom is the crafter, not I.  But none the less she let me help.  We made the totally awesome things for Baby Brother and Tybo, but I can't tell you what it is because they both read my blog I am pretty sure and we are also going to make Biker one and I don't want him to know about it.  but trust me they are freaking cool.  Then we went and ate dinner with Dad and Baby Brother, and then came home.  Mom had started making bread before we left, and had set it aside in a container with a lid to rise while we were gone to dinner...in theory this was a good idea.  When we got home there was so much gas in the container that the lid would not come off.  WTF.  So we tried everything.  We tried prying it off, we tried pulling it off, and eventually I got the bright idea to hit it.  Y'all I would like to reiterate here that I have a master's degree...this was not my most shining moment.  Well I hit the top of the container and nothing happened.  Oh well...so I was walking back towards the bathroom and the damn thing blew.  And I mean blew.  The top came flying off, it landed in the sink, nearly putting out Mom's eye...its a good thing she has on those  Modern Forbidden glasses or all would have been lost.  The dough came flying up still in the container and landed on its side...quit an amazing thing if you have never seen it before.  I was very impressed...I think Mom was too.  Then we made sausage wraps and hot rolls.  Dang it they were good.  And that was Saturday...it was a great day.  &lt;br /&gt;Not much happened today, we went and cleaned the office, and then Mom Gator had to go home.  So I did the rest of the stuff that she asked me to do and I have just been hanging out here at the house.  It was a pretty cool weekend and I just wanted everyone else to know about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-7802790303191258759?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/7802790303191258759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=7802790303191258759' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/7802790303191258759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/7802790303191258759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-weekend.html' title='This weekend'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-5787280329278135692</id><published>2007-08-12T21:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T21:58:28.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not really any big surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/geek-quiz" style="text-decoration: none; background: url('http://mingle2.com/css/img/quiz/badge1_green.jpg') no-repeat; display: block; width: 268px; height: 82px;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 125px; padding-top: 28px; color: #000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 22px;"&gt;42% Geek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mingle&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; - &lt;a style="text-decoration: none;" href="http://mingle2.com/"&gt;Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-5787280329278135692?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/5787280329278135692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=5787280329278135692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/5787280329278135692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/5787280329278135692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2007/08/not-really-any-big-surprise.html' title='Not really any big surprise'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-955197448724769710</id><published>2007-08-12T21:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T21:32:49.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently not worth than much....huh.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/cadaver-calculator" style="color: #fff; text-decoration: none; display: block; width: 395px; height: 184px; padding-top: 121px; background: url(http://mingle2.com/img/bb/body_worth/badge.jpg) no-repeat; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;$4725.00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;The Cadaver Calculator - Find out how much your body is worth. From Mingle2 - Free Online Dating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mingle&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; - &lt;a href="http://mingle2.com"&gt;Dating Site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't tell that I am bored can you???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-955197448724769710?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/955197448724769710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=955197448724769710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/955197448724769710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/955197448724769710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2007/08/apparently-not-worth-than-muchhuh.html' title='Apparently not worth than much....huh.....'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-2696145571339703876</id><published>2007-08-12T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T21:30:02.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just might not make it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/zombie-quiz" style="color: #fff; text-decoration: none; display: block; width: 385px; height: 209px; padding-top: 35px; background: url(http://mingle2.com/css/img/zombie/big_badge.jpg) no-repeat; font-family: Times New Roman, sans-serif; font-size: 60px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;"&gt;57%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mingle&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; - &lt;a href="http://mingle2.com"&gt;Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I don't know hot the free online dating thing got there, but I can't figure out how to take it off.  So if anyone is looking for a significant other then maybe I can help you out.  Good luck.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby gator&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-2696145571339703876?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/2696145571339703876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=2696145571339703876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/2696145571339703876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/2696145571339703876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-just-might-not-make-it.html' title='I just might not make it.'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-4917154540723211513</id><published>2007-08-02T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T16:11:36.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting irritated</title><content type='html'>Can anyone answer this question for me?  And I am being very serious.  How long does someone's stuff have to stay in your possession before you can legally get ride of it???  Please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Gator&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-4917154540723211513?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/4917154540723211513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=4917154540723211513' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/4917154540723211513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/4917154540723211513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2007/08/getting-irritated.html' title='Getting irritated'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-7423370422800012232</id><published>2007-07-19T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T09:01:49.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Randomness</title><content type='html'>1.  I just got out of bed, and yes it is 8:45 on a Thursday.  I worked a 12 hour shift yesterday, and I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  My house is a mess, well at least by my standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The cats just knocked something over and I didn't even get up to look and see what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  There is a really weird beeping coming from my kitchen, and I can't find it.  Should that bother me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Apparently I am allergic to the band-aids that we have at work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I do not like the new girl that we hired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.   If anyone knows someone that needs a job, send them my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Maybe that beeping is coming from the Living Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  I haven't seen CSI in over two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  I gave both of my dogs a bath last night...that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  I am in hopes to have a garage sale the first weekend of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  I could go back to bed, but I better not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  This is my Mom's favorite number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  My King Sized bed has a full sized top sheet on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  I visit MySpace everyday now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  That beeping is driving my crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  I am tired of my phone ringing and the people on the other end are from work and they want to discuss work...*spits* I don't want to talk about work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  I can't believe it is almost August...where did June go let alone July???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.  Cookie's pounced on me to wake me up this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  I have to go take a shower and get ready for the day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.  Everyone needs to go look at my MySpace (my name on there is Shawn's Girl) I added some pics and no one has commented at all.  So go check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-7423370422800012232?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/7423370422800012232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=7423370422800012232' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/7423370422800012232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/7423370422800012232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-randomness.html' title='My Randomness'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-5125778753014377914</id><published>2007-06-24T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T21:18:18.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend</title><content type='html'>Today has been a tough day.  My boyfriend is on an all guys trip to Milwaukee to see the Birth Place Harley Davidson, and it has been really hard on me with him being gone.  Lil' Miss Martha Stewart has been such a big help.  We have worked out a ton these past few days and I really hope that I am loosing weight.  Right now I am eating corn, squash, zucchini, and onions that have been sauteed together.  Lil' Miss Martha Stewart made it for me.  I had to go to H-town because my staff has a wreck in the company van.  Nothing major just a minor fender bender, but we have to report everything.  Well, it is getting late so I should head off to the shower and then to bed.  Good night everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-5125778753014377914?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/5125778753014377914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=5125778753014377914' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/5125778753014377914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/5125778753014377914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-weekend.html' title='This weekend'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-6118696513600617696</id><published>2007-06-20T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T21:40:48.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Days</title><content type='html'>Ok my morning started out one of the best ways possible...Biker called at 6am to wake me up so that I could go clean the office.  We talked for a little while and then I got ready.  When I clean the office in the morning I have to leave the house at 6:30 or so.  I clean the office and then head on into work.  Well, everyone is telling me that one of my clients is still sick.  She was sick the day before too.  So I say...keep her home then.  The morning rolls on and I go to weigh in at LAWL and I have lost 4.4 lbs.  How cool is that?  I was way proud of myself.  Get back to work and we have to take one of the vans to get worked on because the breaks are squeaky, well they are going to have to keep it in the shop until probably Friday because of this problem.  Ok, no big deal.  Well we have to take another client shopping because her aunt has died and she needs a funeral dress.  In the meantime, the sick client continues to get sicker so I say take her back to the doctor.  What does the doctor say??? Take her to the hospital.  So off we go...me with one client for shopping and Lydia with one client in the hospital.  So I take my client shopping...have you ever tried shopping for a 4'5 person that has a huge butt and a tiny upper body?  Well, let me tell you it isn't easy!  So we get her some clothes, and off we go back to Canyon so that I can drop her off and her Mom can come and get her.  Then off I go back to the hospital.  When I get there Lydia is in the room waiting for the client to get out of surgery..oh yes surgery.  Finally at 7:15pm they come and tell us oh she is already out and in a room upstairs...guess what my thought were?!?  So I was like ok before we leave her I have to go to the bathroom, so I go in the monstrous bathroom that I am pretty sure a T-Rex could have fit in and as I am pulling down my pants my pedometer falls in the potty and bubbles start coming out of it.  Me...*blink blink*  I look in the mirror...*blink blink blink blink*  Look back in the potty...*blink blink*.  At this point it has become funny.  Well needless to say I didn't go in after it.  BSA now owns a pedometer with slight water damage.  So I go out of the bathroom and tell Lydia...she thinks its hilarious.  And it is.  So she goes in the bathroom, and I am gathering up all of our stuff and I ask her "Are these YOUR magazines?"  Her response, "Yes".  I look at the address tag on the Cat Fancy Magazine and say "When did you start going by Mrs. G. Bickers?"  At this point the nurses have all started looking at us, because they think we have fallen off the deep end.  And a 13 hour day at work will do that to you.  I am finally home, praise the Lord.  I didn't think I would ever make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-6118696513600617696?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/6118696513600617696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=6118696513600617696' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/6118696513600617696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/6118696513600617696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2007/06/long-days.html' title='Long Days'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-5221697847657852830</id><published>2007-06-17T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T19:06:51.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve '05 Ain't Got Nothin' On This Weekend</title><content type='html'>Ok, as most of you all know one of my most favorite memories is New Year's Eve 2005 when a bunch of my friends and I were having a great time.  Well, that part of my life doesn't have anything on this weekend.  First, we all had Pizza Night at my house.  The guest list included:  Little Miss Martha Stewart, her husband Humpty Hump, their two kids, Pattylicious, her two kids, Biker, and myself of course.  We had the best time and laughed for hours.  And of course had the best pizza on the planet.  Then on Saturday I went to P-City (that one is for you Little Miss Martha Stewart) and had a blast with my family.  We didn't do anything spectacular me and Mom Gator Bar-B-Q, and I rubbed Mama's feet and Mom's shoulders.  Then Dad and Baby Brother showed up and we ate cake cause it was Dad's birthday.  The we vacuumed the ceiling in Mom Gator's kitchen.  Then I went home and Biker has to have his Bike worked on and he came and saw me afterward.  Then Dad and Baby Brother came to see me and they got to meet Biker which is so cool cause I really want someone that my family can love too.  We all talked for about an hour, Baby Brother and I jumped on my trampoline for a while, and then they had to go on back to P-City.  Then Biker and I, Little Miss Martha Stewart and Humpty Hump, Pattylicious and her hubby who I don't have a name for yet, went out dancing.  That is how Humpty hump got his name cause he was rapping Do the Humpty Hump and I Like Big Butts.  This is one of my newest favorite memories because this man is the music minister at my church.  It is the best thing I have ever seen I am pretty sure.  I just wanted to thank everyone for helping me have one of the best weekends of my life I swear.  It was so cool to hang out with my family and just chill with each other.  And it was so cool to get to go hang out with my friends and my new boyfriend and have loads of fun.  I just wanted to let everyone know this has to have been one of the best weekends ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-5221697847657852830?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/5221697847657852830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=5221697847657852830' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/5221697847657852830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/5221697847657852830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-years-eve-05-aint-got-nothin-on.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve &apos;05 Ain&apos;t Got Nothin&apos; On This Weekend'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-2843830356897146446</id><published>2007-06-05T06:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T06:25:51.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few changes</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.  I just wanted to let you know about a few changes that I have on my profile.  Go check it out!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Gator&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-2843830356897146446?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/2843830356897146446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=2843830356897146446' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/2843830356897146446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/2843830356897146446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2007/06/few-changes.html' title='A few changes'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-35751612312692411</id><published>2007-06-01T20:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T20:57:29.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful List</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I did a thankful list, so here one is.  &lt;br /&gt;1.  My family who is always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;2.  My friends that listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Clean panties.&lt;br /&gt;4.  The fact that I have on panties...only certain people will get that one.&lt;br /&gt;5.  A home that I feel safe in.  &lt;br /&gt;6.  My baby brother, cause he cracks me up and he doesn't even know it.&lt;br /&gt;7.  The rain...beautiful beautiful beautiful rain.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Earplugs&lt;br /&gt;9.  Married friends that still love me even if I am single.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Scrunchis.&lt;br /&gt;11.  My Circle from Alltel.&lt;br /&gt;12.  Getting in touch with people you haven't talked to in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;13.  My animals.&lt;br /&gt;14.  Celebrity sitings.&lt;br /&gt;15.  A dishwasher.&lt;br /&gt;16.  An icemaker.&lt;br /&gt;17.  And a million other things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-35751612312692411?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/35751612312692411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=35751612312692411' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/35751612312692411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/35751612312692411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2007/06/thankful-list.html' title='Thankful List'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-3893871077317054918</id><published>2007-05-10T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T19:58:38.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is Cooler than the Keytar</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="470"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.paloozahead.com/e/228345-a98e-ap-"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.paloozahead.com/e/228345-a98e-ap-" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="opaque" width="340" height="470"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paloozahead.com/go/eplza" target="_blank"&gt;Create Your Own PaloozaHead&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.paloozahead.com/go/elolla" target="_blank"&gt;Visit Lollapalooza.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-3893871077317054918?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/3893871077317054918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=3893871077317054918' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/3893871077317054918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/3893871077317054918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2007/05/nothing-is-cooler-than-keytar.html' title='Nothing is Cooler than the Keytar'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-5982772442959904723</id><published>2007-05-02T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T20:40:01.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few things</title><content type='html'>So many things are going through my head right now.  What do you do when someone has been on your brain all day and you know its some one that should not be on your brain?  What do you do when your best friend is like hey we are moving to a freakin foriegn country, and I don't mean Mexico.  This is no day commute people.  They say probably but i know they will and I wan so badly to be happy for them, and I am really trying to make myself, but I am just being selfish and don't want you to leave.  I will miss you so much and you have been such a saving grace in my life.  Things are so confusing right now, and I am just highly emotional because its the week when "family" comes to town, and God only knows how I would be if I didn't have Lexapro on my side.  And praise the Lord for the nurse at my Dr's office who gave me another two months worth of samples.   I need to make that lady some cookies.  I tell you what!  and then there is the whole person on the brain thing....there's a whole can of worms.  What do you do?  What if a can of worms is opened and people get upset?  Or hurt?  Or even worse what if people are disappointed in me?  I am telling you people, i am SERIOUSLY on high emotion right now.  And Gomer is trying to be so sweet...he keeps saying its going to be ok, they said they probably won't leave for two years.  and I know that is so long, but what if they do leave.  And I know the stupid saying "If ifs and Buts were wishes and Nut then we would all have a Merry Christmas."  They people who came up with that ought to be dug up out of his grave and kicked.  For real.  Damnit who has the step by step instruction manual for life?  Most people are like well Baby Gator that is the Bible.  Yes it is and I agree with that.  But I don't remember any story about thinking about a person and not knowing what to do or about your best friend moving to another country.  If you find that story please e-mail me.  Or leave a comment.  Ok, sorry to post such a downer my next post will be way more fun, cause my Mom is going to send me questions to answer.  I love you all and thank you so much for listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-5982772442959904723?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/5982772442959904723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=5982772442959904723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/5982772442959904723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/5982772442959904723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-few-things.html' title='Just a few things'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-2954414032198619265</id><published>2007-03-20T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T20:00:31.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTfWQeRwxKk/RgCDmMediJI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSvlxMsWCLk/s1600-h/Dixie+in+the+bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044176274862213266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTfWQeRwxKk/RgCDmMediJI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSvlxMsWCLk/s320/Dixie+in+the+bath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTfWQeRwxKk/RgCDmcediKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/YNpQzD9JDek/s1600-h/Dixie+in+the+bath+part+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044176279157180578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTfWQeRwxKk/RgCDmcediKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/YNpQzD9JDek/s320/Dixie+in+the+bath+part+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is right everyone there is a new addition to our home. Her name is Dixie Belle. She is a full blooded basset hound puppy, that I found on the road. The vet says she was 7 weeks old when I found her last week. At first I was "looking" for her real family, but now me, Gomer, Patrick, Daisy, Milk, Cookies, and Peter the Gold Fish are her real family. So here are a could of pics of her just after her second bath ever, isn't she just so sad looking? She is just a sweetheart and a half, how can you not just fall in love with this face???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-2954414032198619265?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/2954414032198619265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=2954414032198619265' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/2954414032198619265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/2954414032198619265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-addition.html' title='The New Addition'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTfWQeRwxKk/RgCDmMediJI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSvlxMsWCLk/s72-c/Dixie+in+the+bath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-6717907476077615517</id><published>2007-03-03T10:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T11:07:33.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTfWQeRwxKk/RemqX_Luk2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/_9Iec8nm4y8/s1600-h/DSC01209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037744987264947042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTfWQeRwxKk/RemqX_Luk2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/_9Iec8nm4y8/s320/DSC01209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTfWQeRwxKk/RemqGvLuk1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/19W9nRz5Ey4/s1600-h/DSC01210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037744690912203602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTfWQeRwxKk/RemqGvLuk1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/19W9nRz5Ey4/s320/DSC01210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTfWQeRwxKk/Remp6PLuk0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/c-X9OPcPCZY/s1600-h/DSC01208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037744476163838786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTfWQeRwxKk/Remp6PLuk0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/c-X9OPcPCZY/s320/DSC01208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have been really busy baking cookies all morning. Here is a little bit of the process that I went through. First i got my dough out of the mixing bowl, and rolled it out and cut the shapes with my cookies cutters that I got for my Birthday from M2 and Mom Gator. Then I put them on the pan wait 7 minutes and viola you have super cute really good sugar cookies. During the time since my first post I have made 5 dozen cookies and done three loads of laundry. I have a very small space to work with right now because the rest of the cabinets are covered in seeds that have been started for the garden. I would have been working on tilling up the garden today, but it is to cold and we haven't gotten a hold of the guy with the rototiller. &lt;/div&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/9196289-6717907476077615517?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/6717907476077615517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=6717907476077615517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/6717907476077615517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/6717907476077615517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-closer.html' title='A little closer'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTfWQeRwxKk/RemqX_Luk2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/_9Iec8nm4y8/s72-c/DSC01209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-3298046531887920821</id><published>2007-03-03T10:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T10:07:26.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bake Fest 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTfWQeRwxKk/RemdK_LukzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qj57txxyZas/s1600-h/Bake+Fest+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037730470275486514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTfWQeRwxKk/RemdK_LukzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qj57txxyZas/s320/Bake+Fest+2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome everyone to Bake Fest 2007. This is the show where I Baby Gator am going to keep you up to date on what I am doing today...which is baking. We are going to start off with the best sugar cookie in the world. I got the recipe from Little Miss Martha Stewart, and have made it ten million times since she gave it to me. So to start us off here is what the dough looks like in my brand spanking new kitchen aid mixer, well ok it is already off of the mixer but it is still in the bowl. More as I continue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-3298046531887920821?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/3298046531887920821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=3298046531887920821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/3298046531887920821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/3298046531887920821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2007/03/bake-fest-2007.html' title='Bake Fest 2007'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTfWQeRwxKk/RemdK_LukzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qj57txxyZas/s72-c/Bake+Fest+2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-7236377757122354749</id><published>2007-03-02T17:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T17:43:49.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey everyone</title><content type='html'>So I guess my New Year's Resolutions haven't been going exactly as planned.  Obviously I haven't been blogging weekly, so lets just revise that one and say I will blog at least monthly.  I have already lost 10 lbs.  For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everybody's &lt;/span&gt;information.  I am really working on that, along with the help of a God sent friend.  I really think that if you can count all of your true friends on one hand then you are doing really great.  Anyways, she is doing great on the diet too, she has lost 10.4 so lets give her a big round of applause.   I haven't thought of a name for her on here yet, but i will keep working on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing major projects to my house every month.  In January, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gomer&lt;/span&gt; and I took down all of the paneling in the kitchen and I wall papered all of it.  The wall paper looks like a cream colored &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;marble&lt;/span&gt;, and it looks wonderful.  For February, I got a brand new refrigerator (side by side), and a brand new dishwasher.  It is so nice to have a dishwasher not named Baby Gator.  As for what we are going to do for March...I just don't know yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little news for everyone, because I know that most people that read this blog know about the wedding being postponed.  Well everything is going just great.  You couldn't have told me on December 12t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;, that this whole situation was going to turn out to be a blessing, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; it has been.  It's like we are brand new again and I just love it.  I think everyone will be really surprised at the turn around he has made.  I am ready for everyone to see the person he is becoming, and I am ready for everyone to leave the person that he was behind.  I am not saying forget, because we shouldn't forget, I am just saying forgive and move forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I haven't had an anxiety attack since February 21st!!!  Thank God for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lexapro&lt;/span&gt;.  That is what the doctor put me on to control the General Anxiety Disorder (GAD), and holy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;moly&lt;/span&gt; has it ever worked.  now I don't give a crap what happens at work.  Who cares!  It is so awesome.  I was worried about telling people that I was on it, because I knew they would just say that is it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Gomers&lt;/span&gt; fault, but it isn't.  Yes part of what has been wrong with me is because of what he did in the past and the decisions that he made that put me in the situation I was previously in.  But that isn't the only reason.  There has been lots of trouble at work....and I do mean LOTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planted seeds in little pods on Monday, and some of them have already taken root and started to come up.  It is so cool.  We are going to have a garden this year and I am so excited.  I am also in hopes that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Gomer&lt;/span&gt; can get a chicken coop built sometime soon so that when we get our chickens they will have some place to live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just changed my template to pink.  I love pink!!!  My wallet in me purse is pink.  The shirt I am wearing right now is pink.  I want a pink cell phone, but they are like $300. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tired of all of the random crap in my house, so last weekend I started with the bathroom and threw away two big bags of trash, and got two big bags of stuff that I want to donate.  Then I moved on to the big desk, and threw away a trash can full of stuff, and got more stuff to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;donate&lt;/span&gt;.  This weekend I am going to work on the cabinets that are built into the wall of the back bedroom and the kitchen cabinets.  It is so nice to have a sense of accomplishment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't actually "done" my hair in weeks.  I just pull it back in a bun type hair-do.  It is so easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, the one who was previously remaining nameless, just thought of a name for herself.  Little Miss Martha Stewart.  It is fitting, I promise.  Anyways, she and I are going to start a business together.  Just as soon as she stops traveling all of the time.  She and her family have had a lot going on recently, and that is why more hasn't been done already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-7236377757122354749?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/7236377757122354749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=7236377757122354749' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/7236377757122354749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/7236377757122354749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2007/03/hey-everyone.html' title='Hey everyone'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-3070833756147510174</id><published>2007-01-26T16:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T16:53:31.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't make something this good up!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTfWQeRwxKk/RbqFRfl23iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8GTotI9bYgk/s1600-h/part+time+dick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024474869869764130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTfWQeRwxKk/RbqFRfl23iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8GTotI9bYgk/s320/part+time+dick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kid you not!!! This is actually an ad in this weeks addition of the Thrifty Nickel. Please keep in mind it is only a part-time position and you have to apply in person. Lol, just because you can use spell check doesn't mean it will work. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! This is just too funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-3070833756147510174?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/3070833756147510174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=3070833756147510174' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/3070833756147510174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/3070833756147510174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-cant-make-something-this-good-up.html' title='You can&apos;t make something this good up!!!!'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTfWQeRwxKk/RbqFRfl23iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8GTotI9bYgk/s72-c/part+time+dick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-3523296505030183007</id><published>2007-01-01T20:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T20:24:12.951-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For this year...</title><content type='html'>I have, of course, decided to make a few New Year's Resolutions.  So here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose 40 lbs this year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do at least one major project to my house each month.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exercise at least 3 times a week, doesn't matter how, where, or when; just exercise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get married to the man I love so much (pending he pulls his head out of his ass and keeps it out).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean my house once a week.  You laugh.  I don't mind cleaning other people's just my own.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To travel to at least 5 places out of my normal routine this year.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Live confidently that I am smart, beautiful, and worth everything in this world.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To not go to work everyday in my yoga pants and a t-shirt, I will dress nicely for work at least three days a week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To blog every week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To pay more attention to the people that mean the most to me, family and friends both.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, well that's it.   What are your's?  Or did you make any?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-3523296505030183007?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/3523296505030183007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=3523296505030183007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/3523296505030183007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/3523296505030183007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2007/01/for-this-year.html' title='For this year...'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-116368492601123522</id><published>2006-11-16T07:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:48:46.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I am Thankful</title><content type='html'>I thought I would do a thankful list today...It seems like a good day to do one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;For clean panties&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For having my QBA test over with for the time being&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For the upcoming holiday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For me and Mom Gator getting to spend time together on said holiday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gomer going to Amarillo today&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Milk and Cookies not scratching down the door last night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My newly painted living room that has NO count it NO would paneling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My big scrunchi so that I can do my hair really fast and its out of my way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My newly found friends at church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talking to my baby brother the other day and him finding it so funny that Gomer kept farting (I did not find it funny)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uncle Ootl for sending the money to pay off the wedding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having a conscious to know that if you find something and you can return it then you should, my mother taught me well&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being less than a month away from graduation (ok only by one day, but closer is closer)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My trampoline even thought I haven't gotten to jump on it in a while&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And many many other things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-116368492601123522?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/116368492601123522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=116368492601123522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/116368492601123522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/116368492601123522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-i-am-thankful.html' title='Today I am Thankful'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-116226606804688561</id><published>2006-10-30T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:41:08.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I stole this from Spooky Rach.</title><content type='html'>I stole this off Spooky Rach's blog, but youshould do it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  List two things that are true of you that are not stereotypically true of members of some group that you belong to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. I do my hair every day during the week.&lt;br /&gt;b. I could care less who wins the governer's race.  This is cause by stress from school and work, usually I would be all over a chance to state my opinion and vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. List two unusual talents that you have.&lt;br /&gt;a. I ca derive a supply and demand curve.&lt;br /&gt;b. I am a really fast pee-er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. List two unusual weaknesses that you have.&lt;br /&gt;a. The urge to go shopping&lt;br /&gt;b. Driving the speed limit on the Happy highway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. List two unusual things that you aspire to.&lt;br /&gt;a. Have a family&lt;br /&gt;b. Jump out of a plane or bungee jump or something scary like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. List two words that you use more than most people do.&lt;br /&gt;a. Damnit Dale&lt;br /&gt;b. Y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. List two foods that you dislike and most other people like.&lt;br /&gt;a. chocolate with or without nuts.&lt;br /&gt;b. cooked carrots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. List two strange habits that you have.&lt;br /&gt;a. Scratching my neck when I get nervous&lt;br /&gt;b. and I am sure there are plenty more, but if they are my habits then obviously I am not going to think they are strange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-116226606804688561?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/116226606804688561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=116226606804688561' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/116226606804688561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/116226606804688561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-stole-this-from-spooky-rach.html' title='I stole this from Spooky Rach.'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-116226517843684537</id><published>2006-10-30T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:26:18.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This time it wasn't that bad.</title><content type='html'>So we got our test grades back for our last QBA test.  I didn't post anything about my last QBA test which was October 18.  I didn't post anything, because I was to busy crying and trying not to think about it.  I spent many mnay MANY hours studying.  MANY!  On the night of the test I talked to my Mama and she was like why are you worrying so much, if you don't pass oh well.  I think she was just trying to make me feel better.  So anyways, I was the third preson, out of like forty people, in the class to be done with my test.  Well guess what?  I made a 74!  YEAH!!!!  That is way better than my 23 from last time!  But also he is going to add 20 points to our last test grade, so that brings me up to a 43 on my last test.  See all those hours of studying/crying/studying really paid off.  Lots of prayer too, I had lots of prayer!  So lets all give a big YAHOO for Baby Gator for actually passing a QBA test!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-116226517843684537?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/116226517843684537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=116226517843684537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/116226517843684537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/116226517843684537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-time-it-wasnt-that-bad.html' title='This time it wasn&apos;t that bad.'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-116226480706062666</id><published>2006-10-30T21:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:20:07.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't this true?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;" width="410"&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid black;" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/obituary-Camille-7-11-1.jpg" alt="QuizGalaxy!" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=114"&gt;'What" will your obituary say?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-116226480706062666?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/116226480706062666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=116226480706062666' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/116226480706062666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/116226480706062666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/10/isnt-this-true.html' title='Isn&apos;t this true?'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-116074444207367630</id><published>2006-10-13T07:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T08:00:42.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!</title><content type='html'>Mom Gator,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say Happy Birthday to my&lt;a href="http://princessandthebeads.blogspot.com"&gt; Mom Gator&lt;/a&gt;!  You are the best Mom in the world nad i love you so much, and Bebo too!  I don't know what else to say other than I am so proud to have a mother like you!  I couldn't have asked for anything better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Gator&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-116074444207367630?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/116074444207367630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=116074444207367630' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/116074444207367630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/116074444207367630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-115884337855269298</id><published>2006-09-21T07:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T07:56:18.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It was Bad!  REAL REAL BAD!!!</title><content type='html'>So I took my QBA test yesterday.  I cried while I drove home.  It was the hardest test I have ever taken in my life.  I just thought other tests were hard.  They don't hold a candle to this one.  He handed it out, and I swear I almost started to cry.  I prayed Lord give me the strength to take this test.  I tried my hardest.  I am pretty sure the only question I got right is my name.  and I might not have gotten that right, because I put my middle name not my first.  I have been e-mailing back and forth with the girl who sits next to me in class.   I e-mailed her last night and said, "Yeah I am pretty sure I failed that one."  She wrote me back, "Yep me too, but I answered all the questions."  Maybe he gives extra points for effort.  I doubt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-115884337855269298?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/115884337855269298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=115884337855269298' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115884337855269298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115884337855269298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-was-bad-real-real-bad.html' title='It was Bad!  REAL REAL BAD!!!'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-115871575463135755</id><published>2006-09-19T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T20:32:27.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah I Don't Know Either!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/QBA-notes4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/QBA-notes4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/QBA-notes3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/QBA-notes3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/QBA-notes2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/QBA-notes2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/QBA-notes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/QBA-notes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Ladies and Gentlemen, look closely and you will see what my test is going to contain. Thats right it is a bunch of giberish!!! Its called Quantitative Business Analysis. I have a test in there tomorrow night. God has smiled upon us and our prof said for the first test we can use our book and our notes. I hate to tell hime they really aren't that much help! But something is better than nothing I guess. It is going to be no fun but the count down has begun. I have exactly 87 days until I graduate with my master's degree. WAHOO FOR ME!!! That actually equates to 12 more classes of QBA. Thats three more tests in that class, plus homework. That is just this class. That doesn't count the other two classes that I am taking. For my first management class all I have left is: 11 assignments, 12 quizzes, 12 bulletin board discussions, and a paper. For the other managment class I have three papers, two case studies, 7 quizzes, a simulation game (YUCK!), and the final. What I am really trying to do is do as much paper work as humanly possible before I graduate. I think I am on the right track! I moan and groan a lot about school, but really and truely I know that once I finish my MBA it will all have been worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-115871575463135755?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/115871575463135755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=115871575463135755' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115871575463135755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115871575463135755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/09/yeah-i-dont-know-either.html' title='Yeah I Don&apos;t Know Either!'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-115802566376943367</id><published>2006-09-11T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T20:47:43.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Will Never Forget!!!</title><content type='html'>i just raed my Mom's blog, and started to cry.  I remember where I was the very second I got the call about the Twin Towers.  I was living in the dorms at school, it was only a few minutes after 8am, and my Mom called me and said "Baby Gator we need to pray!"  I said "What's going on?"  Mom said turn on the TV, a plane has just hit one of the World Trade Center Buildings."  I turned on the tv and woke up my roommate just in time to see people running from the buildings covered in ash and bleeding and crying.  Then we saw it...another plane hit the other tower.  We began to cry.  Those poor people they had no idea, they did nothing wrong, they were civilians!  Regular people like me and you.  I too remember the sceen of President Bush reading to those children, and the look on his face when the aide told him the news.  Then there is was again...another plane....the Pentagon was hit too.  Then the plane in the Pennsilvania (sp?) field.  Then suddenly we are at war.  I didn't know anyone in those buildings, I didn't know anyone on those planes, but I did know several people that would go and fight for America's freedom.  And that was a scary thought.  Suddenly my class sizes had been cut by an extreme amount, many men and women after that day went to enlist to fight for our protection.  Within hours of the towers being hit, the nursing school at WT had set up a blood drive, and everyone on Campus, and in town had lined up to give their own blood.  I tried to donate, but it had been less than 5 years since I had been out of the country, so I stayed to help where I could.  Pass out cookies, and take people names.  A few days after 9-11 I went home to C-town to visit my family, and I took the long way back through Amarillo, and as you are coming into town there is a walkway that goes over I-40.  People were holding flags, yelling, and holding banners that say WE LOVE AMERICA!!!  WE WILL NEVER FORGET!!!  I wish I had a picture of that scene.  In case anyone reads this post, I just want you to know that I will NEVER FORGET!!!  I am also about to be married to a man that I know for certain will never forget.  Because of this day only 5 short years ago he got to have to round trip tickets to fight for our freedom.  Always remember and NEVER FORGET!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-115802566376943367?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/115802566376943367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=115802566376943367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115802566376943367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115802566376943367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/09/we-will-never-forget.html' title='We Will Never Forget!!!'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-115768459263718252</id><published>2006-09-07T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T07:36:11.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Patrick Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/Fish%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/Fish%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/Patrick%20Show2%20015.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/Patrick%20Show2%20015.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/Patrick%20Show2%20013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/Patrick%20Show2%20013.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right Ladies and Gents it a special edition of THE PATRICK SHOW!!! I am your host Patrick. Lets all give a big hand to our house band "Chachi And His Good Times One Man Hamster Band!" Thank you Chachi, I see that you are doing 'better' now. Lets welcom eout our first guest he is your friend and mine...Peter the Fish!&lt;br /&gt;Hello Peter, how are you today?&lt;br /&gt;Peter, "doing well P-dog doing well."&lt;br /&gt;Patrick, "So Peter, tell me what is new in the tank? And I don't mean drunk tank right Chachi?!?" ~P-dog winks~&lt;br /&gt;Peter, "Well P, I have recently remodeled and that has been nice. I had the tree by the castle removed, so it makes things so much roomier."&lt;br /&gt;Patrick, "Well of course it does. How are you doing since the whole Cleveland the Snail accident happened?"&lt;br /&gt;Peter, "Its been hard P, its been real hard. They finally ruled his death to be from natural causes, but I still have my doubts."&lt;br /&gt;Patrick, "I am sorry to hear about your loss Peter, but how are you getting along without him?"&lt;br /&gt;Peter, "Pretty well actually. I have a new agent, and I am looking to land the goldfish snack crackers commercial here really soon."&lt;br /&gt;Patrick, "That is just great Peter, but we are out of time for today. Join us again next time everyone, Heaven only knows with that will be. We will see you then everyone! Take us away Chachi." ~Patrick blows a kiss to the crowd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-115768459263718252?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/115768459263718252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=115768459263718252' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115768459263718252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115768459263718252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/09/patrick-show.html' title='The Patrick Show'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-115672569947001958</id><published>2006-08-27T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T19:41:39.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Post in 20 minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/This%20weekend%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/This%20weekend%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/This%20weekend%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/This%20weekend%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Thank you and Thank you! I know you are all going to be impressed, I was artsy craftsy today! Yes I was. After I jumped on the thing that is pictured in the post you are going to read next, Gomer and I came insidee to watch a movie. While watching the movie, i sewed! That's right ladies and gentlemen, I Baby Gator, REV. sewed something. I bought this totally cute purse at the store when Gomer's Mom works, and Gomer had given me some of his old Marine Corp patches...so I sewed them on! Look I did good huh! I am so proud of myself! I really am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-115672569947001958?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/115672569947001958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=115672569947001958' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115672569947001958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115672569947001958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/08/3rd-post-in-20-minutes.html' title='3rd Post in 20 minutes'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-115672543317365249</id><published>2006-08-27T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T19:37:13.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at what I got!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/This%20weekend%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/This%20weekend%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/This%20weekend%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/This%20weekend%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gomer's Mom got it for me for Christmas, but she said I could go ahead and have it. I am SOOOOOO excited! I have always wanted a tramploine. And now i have one, you will see and bunch of grass and stuff up there, because Gomer was trying to run the weedeater while I was jumping on the trampoline. How cool is this? I have a trampoline...you wanna come jump with me? the warning label on the black part (the part that you jump on) says "Only one person should jump at a time, having more people jump at the same time could result in injury, paralysis, or death. Jump only in the supervisionof mature, responsible adults." We're screwed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-115672543317365249?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/115672543317365249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=115672543317365249' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115672543317365249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115672543317365249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/08/look-at-what-i-got.html' title='Look at what I got!!!'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-115672515558751263</id><published>2006-08-27T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T19:32:35.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We have been busy...part one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/This%20weekend%20005.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/This%20weekend%20005.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/This%20weekend%20004.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/This%20weekend%20004.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let's see, first we tiled the kitchen floor this weekend. Oh yes, we are just tiling people! It looks so awesome!!! I took some pics during the whole thing so that I could post them on here. If any of them are random pictures of Gomer those were his "breaks" that he took regularly. I really like the way the kitchen turned out. I think carpet in the kitchen is such a silly idea, we have spilled so much on the kitchen carpet it just looked terrible! I am really glad to have it done, especially seeing as how school starts tomorrow. ~YUCK!~ But this is my last semester, and then you all know what is going to happen! Oh yes...the wedding!!! The picture of the really old ugly stars, well that is the lanoluim that they had down before the carpet, that no one bothered to take up before they carpeted the entire house. So lets do a quick count, now the living room is hard wood floor, the kitchen is tile, the bathroom is tile, the little hallway is tile, and the utility room is tile. That leaves only the three bedrooms with carpet...ahhh....just the way I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-115672515558751263?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/115672515558751263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=115672515558751263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115672515558751263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115672515558751263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/08/we-have-been-busypart-one.html' title='We have been busy...part one'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-115672501919938903</id><published>2006-08-27T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T19:30:19.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How busy have we been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/This%20weekend%20006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/This%20weekend%20006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/This%20weekend%20008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/This%20weekend%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/This%20weekend%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/This%20weekend%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/This%20weekend%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/This%20weekend%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/This%20weekend%20009.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/9196289-115672501919938903?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/115672501919938903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=115672501919938903' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115672501919938903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115672501919938903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-busy-have-we-been.html' title='How busy have we been?'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-115567704605859667</id><published>2006-08-15T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T16:24:06.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/Ebay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/Ebay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we got the crops in this year before the first good freeze.  We didn't know if we would be able to get all of them in, but after I put down my phone and water bottle I had a free hand to tote these bad boys in.  I just wanted to share with you the fruit of my labor.  Minus one, cause I already ate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-115567704605859667?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/115567704605859667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=115567704605859667' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115567704605859667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115567704605859667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/08/harvest.html' title='Harvest'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-115504380151747978</id><published>2006-08-08T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T08:30:01.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordained Minister</title><content type='html'>Yep you read that right. Ordained minister. So Nat writes me an e-mail the other day...and I quote "Guess what! I am an ordained minister". I write her back "Run that by me again!" We we get on the phone and she tells me that she was trying to prove one of her friends wrong, and ended up becoming an ordained minister. Apparently you can just go online and google online ordained minister. We get into this big argument because I am like no you can't/ Surely you have to take some classes at seminary or go to school or something. She was like NOPE, all you have to do is fill out some paper work and boom there you go. So in an effort to prove Nat wrong I go online and google Become an ordained minister online. I start looking at all of the website...Fill out my name, address, and a few other minor details and BOOM I became an ordained minister. I can now legally perform weddings, funerals, etc. Do you know the only people who can marry someone is an ordained minister (like myself), a justice of the Peace, or a sea captain. I thought about becoming a sea captain, but this was way easier. So if anyone is looking for someone to preside over their wedding y'all just let me know! I am a member of the clergy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Gator, REV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-115504380151747978?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/115504380151747978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=115504380151747978' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115504380151747978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115504380151747978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/08/ordained-minister.html' title='Ordained Minister'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-115504298399256041</id><published>2006-08-08T08:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T08:21:57.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have the Power!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Power Level is: 72%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howpowerfulareyouquiz/power-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a very powerful person, and you know that all of your power comes from within.Keep on doing what you're doing, and you'll reach your goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howpowerfulareyouquiz/"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Powerful Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't think that link works....so try this &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howpowerfulareyouquiz/"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt;.   And if that one doesn't work, just go Rach's blog and get it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was fun. I got it off of &lt;a href="http://www.mujermaravilla.blogspot.com/"&gt;Spooky Rach's &lt;/a&gt;blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-115504298399256041?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/115504298399256041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=115504298399256041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115504298399256041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115504298399256041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-have-power.html' title='I Have the Power!'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-115483093695459586</id><published>2006-08-05T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T21:22:16.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Saturday, A Report...by Baby Gator</title><content type='html'>Ok, here is a funny little story about my Saturday. Gomer was suppose to go to Fire School today. I was going to have the whole day to myself. So I got up when he got off kissed him goodbye and thought about what to do with my day. First, I thought about garage saling, but then I thought...no money is REALLY tight right now so what else can I do? Then I thought I will paint the living room. We have wood paneling so I thought I could just take it down and paint the wall. YEAH, not that easy. So I decided to take up the bathroom carpet. I tear out all of the carpet and the padding underneith, and when I was taking the last of the padding out to the dumpster who should be pulling up but Gomer. I was like "what are you doing home?" and he says, "what was that?" I said "NOTHING" (I am a very good liar). so he comes inside and has this look onhis face like ~what the hell are you doing?~ So I tell him that I thought he would be proud of me for taking initiative to do something to the house. ~Ok side note to the girls...y'all know that we are the only ones with initiative. I knew darn good and well he wasn't going to be happy with me~ So he was like ok, lets take out the tack stips and staples and see what we have. It was some old YUCKY lanolium (sp?). I accidently tore some of it while I was pulling out a tack strip. But then all of it started coming up in big chunks. So we took all of that out. Then I was like lets go to your parents house and see if they have any paint brushes cause I want to paint the living room today too. He looked at me like I had lost my mind, but off we went. After stealing paint brushes from their house we went to the store where Gomer's Mom works. Their tile was on sale so we bought three boxes...~side note again...I told him we would only need two boxes, but what do I know~ so we got three boxes, and came home and tiled to floor, and put in the new potty that Mama and Dad bought for us. On the new and improved bathroom looks so nice. So I took some pics for everyone to see. I had to split this post into several different posts, because all the pics wouldn't fit on one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-115483093695459586?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/115483093695459586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=115483093695459586' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115483093695459586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115483093695459586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-saturday-reportby-baby-gator.html' title='My Saturday, A Report...by Baby Gator'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-115483064170555563</id><published>2006-08-05T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T21:17:21.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/Bathroom%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/Bathroom%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are some picks of the old yucky bathroom.  After I tore out the carpet of couse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/Bathroom%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/Bathroom%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think the potty is an antique.  If anyone is looking to purchase an antique potty.  I know where you can get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/Bathroom%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/Bathroom%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gomer was moving in this picture.  I told him not too, but he did it anyways!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-115483064170555563?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/115483064170555563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=115483064170555563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115483064170555563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115483064170555563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/08/here-are-some-picks-of-old-yucky.html' title=''/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-115483042555632331</id><published>2006-08-05T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T21:14:06.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/Bathroom%20005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/Bathroom%20005.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boy, he sure was happy that I took this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/Bathroom%20004.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/Bathroom%20004.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gomer working hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-115483042555632331?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/115483042555632331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=115483042555632331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115483042555632331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115483042555632331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/08/boy-he-sure-was-happy-that-i-took-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-115483011919624792</id><published>2006-08-05T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T21:08:39.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/Bathroom%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/Bathroom%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/Bathroom%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/Bathroom%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/Bathroom%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The new bathroom...YEAH!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-115483011919624792?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/115483011919624792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=115483011919624792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115483011919624792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115483011919624792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-bathroom.html' title=''/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-115400575514172522</id><published>2006-07-27T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T08:09:15.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thankfulness</title><content type='html'>Saw this on my Mom's Blog, so I thought I should do it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A job that I do not have to get up at the butt crack of dawn and leave for work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not having to wear a lot of make up to my new job.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new shirts that Mama sent me.  they are very comfortable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Losing two pounds.  I work hard at it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding all the ingredients for Goolosh last night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my friends calling me yesterday.  That made me so happy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being able to have time to do stuff for my wedding before school starts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gomer being understanding when I start to cry when I think most people have stopped caring.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The new dog Spike!   I like him.  But if anyone out there needs a Chahuahua that isn't like most chahuahua's then I could part with him.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;E-bay.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daniel my friend from school that now works at Zales.  He is getting my ring sent off to be looked at when no one else would listen to me.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scrunchis-an all time favorite hair accesory.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little brother being home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And so many other things, but I have to put on my shoes, so I can walk a mile before I go to work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh and some shorts that didn't fit at the beginning of last week that i have on right now!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-115400575514172522?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/115400575514172522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=115400575514172522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115400575514172522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115400575514172522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/07/thursday-thankfulness.html' title='Thursday Thankfulness'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-115386358868402270</id><published>2006-07-25T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T16:44:45.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldn't make this stuff up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/cheese%20garter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/cheese%20garter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at wedding websites today instead of cleaning my house like I should be doing, and I came across some of the wierdest wedding favors...ever! Here are some of them I thought I would share with you!   The first is a cheese grater.  the little sticker on the package says "A "Grate" Love"  in case you can't read it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other picture wouldn't load, but it was little personalized jars of honey.  I thought they were cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-115386358868402270?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/115386358868402270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=115386358868402270' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115386358868402270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115386358868402270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-couldnt-make-this-stuff-up.html' title='I couldn&apos;t make this stuff up'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-115369680161289237</id><published>2006-07-23T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T18:20:01.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Sad</title><content type='html'>I have been sitting here thinking, and I got a little sad. No this post isn't about school again. This post is about my friends. Somewhere along the line all of them have lost their fingers, or forgotten my phone number. This is tragic. They are all perfectly willing to talk to me if I call them, but known of them can seem to remember how to dial a phone. I can count on one hand the amount of people that have called me in the last two weeks (not counting telemarketers). Let's see...there's Gomer, Lydia, Mom Gator, Mama Gator, and Nat-Girl. Yep that's it! So this post is to all of my friends out there that something terrible might have happened too. I would like to remind you that when scary people showed up at your home I came without question to beat them up. When you were having kidney stones and called at 2am, I came to watch your child. I have baby sitted while you went to a family function. I was there to hold your hair and tell you it was going to be ok and that yes eventually you would quit throwing up, because you drank to much. Hell I even asked you people to be in my wedding (and you know who you are!) I have let you crash on my couch, and not one and I mean NOT ONE of you has come to see my new home or bothered to call me in the past month. Ok, I just had to rank for a moment, but I am still pissed! Just so everyone knows...it is not long distance to Happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-115369680161289237?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/115369680161289237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=115369680161289237' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115369680161289237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115369680161289237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/07/little-sad.html' title='A Little Sad'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-115365923164487764</id><published>2006-07-23T07:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T07:53:51.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A small hole</title><content type='html'>I realized something yesterday evening.  This semester wil be my last one in school.  I know a lot of you think that is a silly thing to be upset about, but I kind of am.  I really lie school.  I have been in college since 1998.  Yes that is two years before I graduated high school.  When I walk across that stage in December I will have been in college for 9 years.  9 years...that's a long time!  At first I would take only one class a semester, back when I was still in high school.  Then my senior year in HS I took two classes a semester or maybe three I can't remember.  Then some during the summer.  I took the first online class that Wayland Baptist ever offered.  (That dates me).  Then I moved to WT, and started going to school full time.  Looking back now I should have studied more and partied less, but hey what do you expect of a 19 year old kid?  I remember being sad when I graduated with my Bachelor's degree, because I did not know here that would take me.  So on to Graduate shcool for me, still right here in the Heartland at good old WT.  It is hard to believe that it has been almost two years since I graduated...wow look at all the things that have happened.  New people who have entered my life or left my life.  I know that I have bigger plans for once I graduate.  I once talked about going on to get my Doctorial degree, but I don't think that is really inthe cards for me right now.  If you think about it there will only be a short break between when I graduate and when Gomer and I get married.  Wow how time flies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-115365923164487764?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/115365923164487764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=115365923164487764' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115365923164487764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115365923164487764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/07/small-hole.html' title='A small hole'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-115222401639233542</id><published>2006-07-06T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T17:13:36.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*singing with the voice of Peter Griffin* Fireman Fireman</title><content type='html'>*Still singing in the voice of Peter Griffin when he was doing his Spiderman impression while scaling across the clothes line to see Lois in the garden*&lt;br /&gt;If there's a fire who can put it out?  GOMER CAN! GOMER CAN!&lt;br /&gt;That's right everyone Gomer got on the volunteer fire department here in the town without a frown.  He is on a 90 pobationary period, because there has to be 2/3 of the members of the fire department there to vote on a new appliant, and only three people showed up last night.  (Plus Gomer that made 4)  So they ammended the bi-laws of the volunteer fire department so that Gomer could join.  He is very excited.  He brought home instructional videos to watch.  So tonight he is going to rub my shoulders while we watch Fireman training videos.  ~I know all of you other ladies are so jealous!~  So back to my song.&lt;br /&gt;Why can he put it out?  Cause he's a FIREMAN FIREMAN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-115222401639233542?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/115222401639233542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=115222401639233542' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115222401639233542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115222401639233542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/07/singing-with-voice-of-peter-griffin.html' title='*singing with the voice of Peter Griffin* Fireman Fireman'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-115161364956699660</id><published>2006-06-29T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T15:40:49.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of An Era!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was bitter sweet for me. I said goodbye to an old friend that has traveled many miles with me. So I am here to spill my guts to all of you. Yesterday I said goodbye to Floyd the red pickup. Yes I know it is a bit surprising to everyone. I have been thinking about selling Floyd for quite sometime, but I have just never gotten around to it. So last weekend I was seriously thinking about it so I called my &lt;a href="http://www.princessandthebeads.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt;, to see if I should or shouldn't talk to my Grandparents about it. Mom said to wait until Monday or Tuesday. So on Sunday the more I thought about it the more I felt it way heavy on my heart that I should just give my Grandparents the pickup. They wanted to get it for my Uncle Ootl. So I called Mom back and said Hey if Mama and Dad want the pickup tell them that it is theirs. And Mom said if she could work it into a conversation then she would. She is really good about that. So anyways, Mama and Dad did want the pickup so the original plan was for me to bring it to them when we moved Ootl. The new plan was Dad and Ootl, and &lt;a href="http://cadec.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bebo&lt;/a&gt; came yesterday to get Floyd and drive it back to C-town. The garage looks empty, but I know that it is at a better home where it will actually be driven more than it was here. So that is my story...We shall all have a moment of silence for Floyd's leaving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-115161364956699660?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/115161364956699660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=115161364956699660' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115161364956699660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115161364956699660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/06/end-of-era.html' title='The End of An Era!'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-115115409906593579</id><published>2006-06-24T07:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T08:01:39.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation from this morning</title><content type='html'>Gomer finally wakes up at 7:15.  I have been awake since 5:30 when the last train went through. &lt;br /&gt;Me...Lets go garage selling.&lt;br /&gt;Gomer...We don't have a boat.&lt;br /&gt;Me...But we have a Garage.&lt;br /&gt;Gomer...You have to sell Floyd (little red pickup) if you want a boat.&lt;br /&gt;Me...We can't afford a boat.&lt;br /&gt;Gomer...Then why do you want to go get one.&lt;br /&gt;Me...Oh wait I don't have any money even though yesterday was payday, cause we paid our bills.&lt;br /&gt;Gomer...Then why do you want to go.&lt;br /&gt;Me...Oh wait I have $3.00&lt;br /&gt;Gomer...Yeah and?&lt;br /&gt;Me...That is a fortune in garage sale money.&lt;br /&gt;Gomer...Fine lets go.&lt;br /&gt;I am just waiting on him to feed and water the animals and we are off to go buy treasures that other people are going ot throw in the trash if I don't buy them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-115115409906593579?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/115115409906593579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=115115409906593579' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115115409906593579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115115409906593579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/06/conversation-from-this-morning.html' title='Conversation from this morning'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-115097892347919814</id><published>2006-06-22T07:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T16:14:01.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9 and Counting</title><content type='html'>~Update~&lt;br /&gt;I have gained back one and a quarter pounds because I felt the need to eat a waffle, three pieces of pizza, and about 5,000,000 cinnamon sticks. And then today my boss wanted to take Lydi ( I know i am short one letter, but I call her Lydi) and how do you say no I can't I am on a diet when it is your boss? You can't!  So I proabably gained all of my weight back, but tomorrow is a new day and the same diet.  I will be back on it, and I plan to be in the 10-15 pounds smaller range by the time for Gomer's family reunions. &lt;br /&gt;Ok everyone. I have been on a diet for the last week and three days. So far I have lost 9 pounds. How great is that? I am really excited. So excited that I tried on my wedding dress and guess what?!?! THE DAMN THING WON'T FIT!!! I apparently have gained a lot of weight since I purchased said dress. So I am taking off the weight and y'all are going to hold me accountable. I am going to do a weekly post of how I am doing. (~hidden motive~ I have some REALLY cute pants that I want to wear, but I can't get my big butt in them.) So anyways, stay tuned for updates! They shall be just as exciting as this one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-115097892347919814?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/115097892347919814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=115097892347919814' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115097892347919814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115097892347919814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/06/9-and-counting.html' title='9 and Counting'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-115049549509925515</id><published>2006-06-16T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T17:04:55.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Just so Talented</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/Patrick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/Patrick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to post a pic of my super talented dog Patrick. I have been thinking that he is depressed because he hasn't gotten to come inside and stay in the new house. So I brought him in this afternoon and what do you know he started doing his impersonation of Elvis. After this picture he girated his hips and said "uuuhhhhhhuuuu". I was impressed, but I don't have a video camera so I was not able to get all of that on film. Just wanted to share this with y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-115049549509925515?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/115049549509925515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=115049549509925515' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115049549509925515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/115049549509925515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/06/hes-just-so-talented.html' title='He&apos;s Just so Talented'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-114945482525941353</id><published>2006-06-04T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T16:00:25.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting waiting waiting!</title><content type='html'>Seems like I am always waiting on something or someone.  I am currently trying to put somethings on e-bay, but e-bay says that someone may have accessed my account and placed ads online that I did not authorize.  I promise you e-bay...no one accessed my account.  So I am waiting on an e-bay representative to come onto this live chat that I had to enter to get my account going again.  Ok I just talked to Margot (Its a French way of spelling Margo), and everything is back on schedule, and good to go.  Work is going really well, this last week was my first real week to be there by myself.  It was pretty much just how I remember it, but only this time I am the boss.  How crazy is that?  It is hotter that the gate posts of hell in the house today, and we had to make a flying trip to T-town, because we blew a fuse and the power went off.  (imagine my happieness about that).  Not a bad trip to T-town though.  We went to the farm and saw the wheat that we are going to take a picture with, just as soon as we get a free moment.  And now is no exception for free moments, since my accoutn is open on e-bay I have to go.  Kisses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-114945482525941353?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/114945482525941353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=114945482525941353' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114945482525941353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114945482525941353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/06/waiting-waiting-waiting.html' title='Waiting waiting waiting!'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-114822047972109509</id><published>2006-05-21T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T09:07:59.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My new Jeep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/Jeep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/Jeep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ok it isn't exactly new, but it is new to us. We are still trying to sell Gomer's pickup so if anyone knows of someone looking for a Ford F350 four door dually 6 speed just let me know! Anyways, I really love the new Jeep. Well you all can see for yourselves how cute it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-114822047972109509?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/114822047972109509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=114822047972109509' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114822047972109509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114822047972109509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-new-jeep.html' title='My new Jeep!'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-114821948741936651</id><published>2006-05-21T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T08:51:27.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/Gomer%20and%20Grunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/Gomer%20and%20Grunt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my all time favortie pics of Gomer. It is with his best friend in the whole wide world (also his cousin) we are going to call him Grunt. Hey Gomer came up with it not me! I was going to go with Jarhead, but Gomer use to be a Jarhead too so I didn't want to confuse anyone. I digress! This pic hangs at my FMIL house and I have always loved it. She let me borrow it yesterday when we were there for one million hours doing laundry, because we don't have our washer and dryer hooked up yet. Something about a 220? Anyways FMIL let me borrow this pic so that I could make a copy of it. I already made the copy, but I wanted to share it with all of you. Don't they look so cute...I mean manly...I mean whatever guys in Camo are suppose to look like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-114821948741936651?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/114821948741936651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=114821948741936651' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114821948741936651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114821948741936651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-favorite-picture.html' title='My favorite picture'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-114731666663833598</id><published>2006-05-10T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T22:04:26.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gomer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/Gomer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/Gomer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of "Gomer" that girlie A (Pooh's kid) did. Pooh was all upset when she picked A and B and baby doo up this evening, because A had been drawing pictures of boys. When A showed Pooh the picture she was like see its Gomer. That is what Pooh and the kiddos call B...Gomer. He may act like he doesn't like it, but I have known him long enough to know better. I think if you will look closely at the picture you will see the striking resemblance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-114731666663833598?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/114731666663833598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=114731666663833598' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114731666663833598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114731666663833598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/05/gomer.html' title='Gomer'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-114695611483863932</id><published>2006-05-06T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T17:55:14.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How big of an alchi can you be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/beer%20pinata.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/beer%20pinata.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for real y'all. I saw this in the back room of one of my stores. I just had to post it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-114695611483863932?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/114695611483863932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=114695611483863932' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114695611483863932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114695611483863932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-big-of-alchi-can-you-be.html' title='How big of an alchi can you be?'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-114609818538549958</id><published>2006-04-26T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T19:36:25.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just cause I feel like writing...And my Mom did it</title><content type='html'>I have seen it every where but am just now doing it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accent: Southern of course. It gets really bad when I get mad or when I am trying to sell something to my managers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booze: Many in my day, but those days are over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chore I hate: Depends on what mood I am in. I don't mind cleaning house when I am in the right mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog or cat: I have a dog. P-dog, but you all know that already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essential electronics: Cell phone and computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite cologne(s): Individual Blue by Avon, but the discontinued it. So whatever smells good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold or silver: Silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hometown: Clarendon and Plainview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia: sometimes...It depends on what is going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job title: Vendor, Retail Sales Rep, Fiance, Daughter, grand daughter, bitch...Depends on who you are asking I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids: Do animals count? If they do then 4, not counting the fish and snail. I think if you have to flush them when they die then they don't count as kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living arrangements: For the next two days this crappy apartment, but after that a beautiful new house in a tiny town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most admirable trait: ~laffin~ I don't know that I have one. Everyone says I have a unique voice, and they like my smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of sexual partners: Lets don't go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overnight hospital stays: I don't remember. Two I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phobias: Burger King Dude! I hate the SOB, who gets in bed with you, and when you wake up then you don't care because he is offering you a crusandwich. He probably went through your panty drawer while you were asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote: There are so many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion: Christian.....Nazarene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siblings: One brother, Bebo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time I wake up: Between 5:45-6:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unusual talent or skill: I don't think I have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegetable I refuse to eat: cooked carrots...They make me want to throw up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst habit: eating when stressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-rays: teeth and my shoulder after the wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy foods I make: I can cook a lot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac sign: Pieces and that fits me to a T!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-114609818538549958?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/114609818538549958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=114609818538549958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114609818538549958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114609818538549958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-cause-i-feel-like-writingand-my.html' title='Just cause I feel like writing...And my Mom did it'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-114598950366932517</id><published>2006-04-25T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T13:25:03.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a Good Day!</title><content type='html'>Ok if everyone could please over look the tiny little break down that I had last night we will proceed with this new post. It has been a really good day. I had kinda scary dreams last night, but that is because I was feeling all poopy on the inside and I took some Tylenol PM so that I could go to sleep early so that I could get up at 3am. I dreamed my uncle flew a helicopter to bomb his ex wife's house. It was weird. I kept trying to tell him Ootl you can't fly a helicoptor you can't even see! But anyways. I went and did the reset on the Frito Lay modular in No where, New Mexico this morning. It was me and 8 men. Lets just put it this way there were too many chiefs and 1 Indian. Me I was the Indian. So then I drove home, and B/Gomer has packed a lot of stuff up, and when he gets back I think we are going to go to the new house and take some of this stuff. I am already ready for the weekend to be here so that we can get all of this done and we can start living in the new house. ~YEAH FOR THE NEW HOUSE~ Other than that not a lot has happened today. I feel a lot better today. I stopped in at my old work on my way back and used the bathroom and weighed on their scales there and I lost 2 1/2 lbs. Now that is not saying that they will stay off until I go Mom's office and weigh on Thursday, but it made me feel kinda good. I am really tired right now, so I think I will lay down on the couch for a while. But when I get up I am going to get started doing stuff again. Maybe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-114598950366932517?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/114598950366932517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=114598950366932517' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114598950366932517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114598950366932517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-been-good-day.html' title='It&apos;s Been a Good Day!'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-114592765226939835</id><published>2006-04-24T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T20:14:12.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's not suppose to give us more than we can handle</title><content type='html'>Somewhere in the Good Book it says that the Lord will not give us more than we can handle. I know this. I tell myself this everyday. That and "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me". Well I don't feel very strong. Every one of you who I am the slightest bit close to knows what happened around this time last year. Many of you did not know if I was going to make it through all of the struggles, but I did. I came through victorious! Well guess what. Those same old nasty feelings are back. This should be one of the happiest times in my life. I have a wonderful fiance, the best family and friends anyone could ever ask for, a great job, we are buying a house, planned a wedding, and I will graduate in 8 more months. Actually one semester, but I don't take classes in the summer. It is spring time. I think this is suppose to be the happiest time of year, but why is everyone so down lately. Everyone I know is in a bummed out mood, and that worries me. People won't come out and tell you they are hurting on the inside. It just scares me, because I thought things were going well 11 months ago and then the phone call came and my life changed forever. Maybe I am just not over that. Maybe I am afraid history repeats itself. I sit here in no-where New Mexico at the hotel and I cry. I cry while I type this. I want to make things better for everyone and I don't know how. Why do things have to be like this. I don't want anyone to be upset because I am moving, or because they can't help me financially, or because of anything. I just want to look around and see happy people. I want that for everyone. My Mother has no idea how great of a parent she has been. I could tell her until I am blue in the face, but she will never fully understand. And she deserves so much better than the things she has been put through, and she deserves to not have to put up with some stupid shit head that has a chicken little complex. But I can't give her that. B witnessed terrible things in Iraq...Things that I don't even know about. But I know when he wakes up in a sweat after a bad dream that something new has come back into his memory. He deserves to have peace within himself. I can't give him that. Pooh has a big heart, and has been there for me through so much. I want her to feel true happiness, but I can't give it to her. Razz, my oldest friend (13 years and going strong) deserves to not have to work two jobs. She should get to have financial stability, peace in her home, and a happy reason to get up in the morning, but I can't give her that. It is stupid, but I am sitting here crying. People are walking by the computer room window and looking in and seeing me crying and you know what? I don't care. Sometimes it just feels good to cry. I keep telling myself and everyone else who will listen...Just three more weeks and everything will be a ton better, because I will be out of school for the summer, we will be moved into the house, and everything will just fall into place. I think if I say it enough maybe it will be true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-114592765226939835?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/114592765226939835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=114592765226939835' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114592765226939835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114592765226939835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/04/hes-not-suppose-to-give-us-more-than.html' title='He&apos;s not suppose to give us more than we can handle'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-114583881026650133</id><published>2006-04-23T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T19:33:30.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MeMe that my Mom did</title><content type='html'>I am:  an over achiever. I am also very funny. Ok, most of the time I am the only one that thinks so, but really I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want: Everything I have ever wished for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish: My Mom was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate: when people don't give the thank you wave when you let the over in traffic, and people that don't put up their buggies in the Wal-Mart parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss: the list is way to long for me to put on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear: being left, and being a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear: B talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder: If I have ever let my family down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret: so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not: an ordinary person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dance: Every chance I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing: All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry: a lot, especially when I am stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not always: open to compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make with my hands: hand signals of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write: depends on what paper is due when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confuse:so many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need: for this week to go by quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should: do a lot of things, but I am just to tired right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start: a lot of different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finish: what I start...Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag: anyone else who wants to do this meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you do it so I can read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-114583881026650133?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/114583881026650133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=114583881026650133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114583881026650133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114583881026650133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/04/meme-that-my-mom-did.html' title='MeMe that my Mom did'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-114527327622741974</id><published>2006-04-17T06:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T06:27:56.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have Reached A Conclusion</title><content type='html'>And the winner is......Daisy, but almost all the votes. She looks like a Daisy and it is fitting for her. She would really like me to take her out of her box and give her some carrots this morning. The carrots thing...Maybe. Take her out of her box??? Not this morning. I have to finish getting ready for work. I am also doing a list of things to be happy for this morning, because it is Monday and I do not feel like I have had any sort of a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;That a bunch of people showed up on Friday to help me and B plan the wedding. (We picked out some REALLY cool stuff)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For B....Saying he was not falling asleep last night while watching TV. He was just watching TV with his eyes closed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For a ton of animals that love me no matter how much school work I have to do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For class tonight. I had to include this one, because I don't want to go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All of the boxes I have packed up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A really cool new house to move into soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;B taking a key to the new house...Stealer!!!! LOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends that know no matter who my maid of honor is, that it doesn't mean that I love anyone any less.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work that I get to go to. I have to say this one too, so that I might be able to get happy about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;School ending in something like 3 weeks. It will be nice when it is over!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok so that's my list for today. Where's yours?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-114527327622741974?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/114527327622741974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=114527327622741974' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114527327622741974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114527327622741974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-have-reached-conclusion.html' title='We Have Reached A Conclusion'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-114501967491416216</id><published>2006-04-14T07:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T08:06:39.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Shall Her Name Be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/rabbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/rabbit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok y'all we really have to think of a name for this super cute bunny rabbit that is living here. From everyone's suggestions I have picked a few and we will vote and I will determine her name by Sunday (hopefully). Sorry I did not get this posted any sooner, there has just been a whole lot going on right now. Any who...Here are your choices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cordillia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daisy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Molly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                   4.  Esther&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok there are your choices. Please either post your comments with your vote or e-mail me. Oh and here is a pic of the sweet little thing sitting on me eating one a about a hundred carrots she eats everyday. Thought y'all would enjoy it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-114501967491416216?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/114501967491416216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=114501967491416216' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114501967491416216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114501967491416216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-shall-her-name-be.html' title='What Shall Her Name Be?'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-114467227454021687</id><published>2006-04-10T07:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T07:33:46.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes Virginia....There is an Easter Bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/ebay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/ebay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it lives at my house. Ok y'all I need your help. B got me a bunny for Easter. I was calling him Charles, but turns out ol' Chuck here is a girl. So here is what I need. I need you all to help me think of names for her. Let me know what you come up with and we will have a vote on it and hopefully by Easter this cute little thing will have a name. What do you say? Let's get started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-114467227454021687?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/114467227454021687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=114467227454021687' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114467227454021687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114467227454021687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/04/yes-virginiathere-is-easter-bunny.html' title='Yes Virginia....There is an Easter Bunny'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-114338058430930849</id><published>2006-03-26T07:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T07:43:36.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The New House</title><content type='html'>Ok everyone we all went and looked at the new house yesterday. And everyone in the family really loved it! I swear we brought almost everyone, but the dogs. From my family the only person that was missing was my cousin, Ootl's son. Only B's mom came for him, but she is the person that is really important to him in his family. I on the other hand had my Mama and Dad, &lt;a href="http://www.princessandthebeads.blogspot.com"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://cadec.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bebo&lt;/a&gt;, and Ootl. It was crazy. They all loved the new house and I am so excited. We are throwing around the idea of moving in the last weekend of April, because that is when the lease is up here at the apartment, and the first payment on the house isn't until June. So look at us go we won't have to pay rent for May. How cool are we? I guess it will all depend on when we can get a fence up so that the boys won't be running all over the place. We are both so excited! I just can't wait. I will keep you posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-114338058430930849?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/114338058430930849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=114338058430930849' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114338058430930849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114338058430930849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-house.html' title='The New House'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-114320643505372989</id><published>2006-03-24T07:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T07:20:35.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My List</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;An assortment of clean panties this morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being able to get up and go to work so that I don't have to stay here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting to go to lunch with my Mom Gator today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A dishwasher, because soon I will not have one of those.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pay day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting a house that I will be able to move into soon, so that I do not have to hear the really old woman upstrairs with the horribly squeezy bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That today is Friday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The B has a boss who is nice enough to know that deaths happen unexpectedly, and allowing him to take time off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;B not getting fired!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends that know that I still love them even if we don't get to talk for a while, because we are both so busy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-114320643505372989?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/114320643505372989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=114320643505372989' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114320643505372989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114320643505372989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-list.html' title='My List'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-114268712506190489</id><published>2006-03-18T06:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T07:05:46.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll be happy in Happy</title><content type='html'>We are so excited y'all.  We found a house, in Happy.  Who would have thought we would find one that we would fall in love with there?  Not I for sure.  Ok I am going to try to upload a pic of it.  It is three bedrooms, one bathroom, two car garage, two shops in the back, sitting on three lots.  It is so cute!!!  Ok some reason it won't let me upload right now, but I will post a pic ASAP!  The only problem is that it doesn't have a fence, but me and B are going to try to get them to put one up.  We are going to rent to own with no down payment...how cool is that?  Yep still won't upload that pic.  Since we are going to rent to own I am going to tear down this HORRIBLE wood paneling that they have going on for them all over the walls.  I hate wood paneling.  B says we (mostly he) can put up a fence for the boys if they will let us.  It shouldn't be any problem.  Thats what the lady showing it to us yesterday said.  There is so much potential with this house, but it is already livable.  It has BRAND NEW carpet that is a very pretty light tan color...not sure the correct name for light tan, but oh it is so cute.  The bathroom will need some work, but it is useable.  There is nothing wrong with it...other than that dang wood paneling.  When we start this whole thing I will keep you all updated with pictures on what is happening.  You want to know what is crazy.  For almost the same amount of money as we are spending now we are going to have a three bedroom house that almost doubles out living space, and if you count the shops that are as big as the house...well you see where I am going with this.  Well those pics still won't load, but i will work on it.  Love y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-114268712506190489?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/114268712506190489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=114268712506190489' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114268712506190489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114268712506190489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-be-happy-in-happy.html' title='We&apos;ll be happy in Happy'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-114260220245160165</id><published>2006-03-17T07:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T07:30:02.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>I am so happy that it is Friday.  It has been a rather stressful Spring Break, but it is almost over.  So today I decided to do a things I am happy/thankful for list.  So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I will be moving someday soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I have friends and family that love me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I have friends and family to love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I am not wearing a girdle today, probably should be, but I just don't feel like it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean panties.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I have over half of my paper that is due on Tuesday done.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That my makeup did good today-wearing blue eye shadow because I want to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I have a job that I love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That my friends will tell me no matter where I move thier friendship doesn't stop at the city limits.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That the scales were low today.  It makes you feel good to know that you have lost two pounds in a week.  Would have been even cooler if it were 20lbs, but hey take what you can get.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-114260220245160165?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/114260220245160165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=114260220245160165' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114260220245160165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114260220245160165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/03/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-114255765800717605</id><published>2006-03-16T19:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T19:07:38.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snake Bite</title><content type='html'>My Mom will know what that means.  Some really crappy things happen sometimes, but my Mom can usually make them better.  So here is what I know...mainly because she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am beautiful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am successful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am wonderful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know how to deal with depression.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family does not have secrets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have come too far to turn back now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In less than a year I will have another degree.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In less than a year I will be married.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have friends and family that love me dearly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I am to strong to let myself be made to change again!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you Mom, B, Pooh, Razz, and everyone else that has been there for me.  I love you all so much and I think that we have all made this journey together.  Thank you!  I just can't tell you all of you that enough.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-114255765800717605?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/114255765800717605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=114255765800717605' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114255765800717605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114255765800717605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/03/snake-bite.html' title='Snake Bite'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-114237103147823860</id><published>2006-03-14T15:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:17:11.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Figment of you imagination</title><content type='html'>Ok y'all this is suppose to be Spring Break right?!? For all of my readers that are not from this country Spring Break is a week in the middle of the spring semester at school that you get off for a whole week. No school. This is great when you are an undergraduate, but when you decide to further your education you discover that Spring Break really doesn't exist. I still have to get up at 5:30 to go to work. I still have a paper due next Tuesday, and I still have a case study due the week after that. So this only leads me to wonder....Does Spring Break really exist? Also on a bit of sad note if you want to take it that way it has been a year since I moved to Amarillo. And most of you know why I moved. There have been some sad times since then, but look at how God has blessed me? I have a wonderful fiance that loves me dearly and I love him. I have two terribly spoiled dogs that adore both of us. I still have an extremely loud hamster that runs on his wheel for exercise when I get up in the morning. If I only had his will power to exercise every morning too. B and I almost have the wedding paid for. We are looking at getting a house in Canyon, and after this semester I only have one more to go in graduate school. So if you are reading this (person that is the reason that I moved to Amarillo) I hope that you are as happy and content with your life as I am. I hope you know that I still think of you on occasion, and I wish you the best of luck in your future. And I am seriously working on forgiving your brother. He said some horrible things, and I still think of them often, but he should know that someday forgiveness will come, and I hope that he finds peace himself. Ok that was a side note. Sorry about that y'all. Anyways, if anyone can find proof that Spring Break really does exist please show it to me. I would love to have that feeling of not doing a dang thing again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-114237103147823860?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/114237103147823860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=114237103147823860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114237103147823860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114237103147823860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/03/figment-of-you-imagination.html' title='Figment of you imagination'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-114161589396735988</id><published>2006-03-05T21:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T21:31:33.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another List</title><content type='html'>Well y'all all know me, and how much I just love lists!!! Well my Mom always makes list about the things that she is thankful for, so I figured I would follow suit. So here goes it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;For not having the stomach flu anymore!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends that will make me laugh when I am laying in bed not feeling good. This one is for Pooh..."Keep on keeping on!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The gazelle that I just walked three miles on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ab lounge that I just did 500 crunches on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A fiance that cooked me a wonderful dinner of Hamburger Helper and Corn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Mom that will tell B that he has to share MY cheetos with me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A wonderful Dad that will drive to Amarillo to take me to the doctor when I can't stop yaking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A dog that will take naps with me when I don't feel good, or when I do feel good. Ok P-dog doesn't care what we do as long as we are doing something.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Mama that does my laundry, and even irons it so that I don't have too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having all of my essays done for my test tomorrow night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freshly painted fingernails.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean panties...Thank you Mama.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beautiful daisies on top of my TV.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rub on tanner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For it being only one more week until Spring Break...Thank you God!!!! I didn't think I was going to make it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-114161589396735988?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/114161589396735988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=114161589396735988' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114161589396735988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114161589396735988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-list.html' title='Another List'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-114078645689264051</id><published>2006-02-24T07:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T07:43:30.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And they called it Causal Friday</title><content type='html'>Ok ok ok, my company really does not have a policy for casual friday, but since it is my birthday I am going to wear jeans. I get to go to one of my all time favorite stores to work in today. With Joe the grocery manager. He is super cool, or maybe a bit of a nerd, depends. I have already started celebrating today with a shower, the cat has celebrated by sleeping on my head last night, the dogs are still tried so we will celebrate later, and B....well he is still in bed. I did get a grumbly Happy Birthday out of him, but thus far that is about it. I had birthday with Mom Gator and Bebo last night. It was great, except my Mom Gator has the flu and that is no good. I also got to go to Annette's and clean house, I just love going to visit with Annette, I also got to see Beckaferd, and Kagen baby yesterday too. He growled at me like a tiger, it was so cute. I also got to talk to the police yesterday cause they called on my cell phone. Ok something I didn't tell everyone is that B's pickup and my pickup got broken into again. Yes again. Now B's pickup I understand. Its a '99 Ford F350 four door dually, but Floyd? I mean really yall what is it about a '96 S10 Chevy that kind leans says pinicale of wealth? So anyways, they caught the bastards that did it, it was the same guys from the first time. So today, on my birthday, I get to go to the police station and give them a damage estimate, and fill out an afidavid (sp?). Then I am going to the women's shelter to donate somemore stuff. Anyway, here is somemore great news....Guess who gets to move back to Place where nothing ever happens? I do! YEAH YEAH YEAH for Baby Gator and B! B got a job in Canyon so as soon as my lease runs out we are packed up and gone out of this place. Fake Horse County has been nice, but ya know I can respect Place where nothing ever happens now, because I have lived in Fake Horse County for a year now. Can you believe it has been a year, almost? Lots has happened I guess.  Ok sorry has to take a break there and od my hair and makeup.  Geez can you imagine what my managers would have said if I came in without makeup on and my hair not done?  Anyways, today is going to be a great day.  After I get off work I get to write somemore on my paper.  I don't have to much left to go, just about half and then that bad boy will be behind me.  I was thinking as I was drying my hair, I only have this semester and one more left to go and I will be done with my Master's degree.  How cool is that I will be among the top 2% of the world.  I rock what can I say?  Oh and something super exciting, Mom Gator got me a My Little Pony key chain, how cool is that?  Lol, ok I have to get out of here, I am going to go by Pooh's house first to see if I can open a cd that I saved some school work on.  Long story, but I love you all and I hope you all have a great my birthday!  Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-114078645689264051?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/114078645689264051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=114078645689264051' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114078645689264051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/114078645689264051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-they-called-it-causal-friday.html' title='And they called it Causal Friday'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-113997242017179600</id><published>2006-02-14T20:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:00:20.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pantypalooza (sp?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/Valentine"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/Valentine%27s%20Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/Valentine"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/Valentine%27s%20Day2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok y'all. Here's how things went down. First me and Pooh met up to drop everything off, and then we took a picture. You might be saying to yourself...Gator, wouldn't it have been easier to take a picture at home out of the wind instead of on the back of Coby the Cobalt? Well duh of course it would have been, but geez it was me and Pooh so what do you expect. So anyways here are some pics of the stuff that each lady got. There were 9 ladies and they each got the same thing just different colors or scents cause no one wants to smell and look like everyone else. And yes those are Pooh's hands in the picture. The wind was blowing like crazy today so she had to hold everything down. Anyways here is a quick run through of what all everyone got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panties&lt;br /&gt;Smell Good Spray&lt;br /&gt;Jergins Soap&lt;br /&gt;Bath Beads&lt;br /&gt;Mary Kay Make-Up&lt;br /&gt;Kleenexes&lt;br /&gt;Razors&lt;br /&gt;Shaving Cream&lt;br /&gt;Nail Polish (both color and top coat, and yes that is very important)&lt;br /&gt;Nail Polish Remover&lt;br /&gt;Manicure Kit&lt;br /&gt;Nail Clippers&lt;br /&gt;Girlie colored Bandanas&lt;br /&gt;Fuzzy Socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all of the ladies will really like their gifts.  Also Pooh and I have decided to keep up this ministry.  If you would like to donate anything or a few bucks for us to buy stuff just let me know.  The next time we are going to do something is Easter, so even if you can't help out thats ok.  If you have any ideas let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-113997242017179600?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/113997242017179600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=113997242017179600' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/113997242017179600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/113997242017179600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/02/pantypalooza-sp.html' title='Pantypalooza (sp?)'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-113915095608632872</id><published>2006-02-05T08:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T08:49:17.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My fiance...My hero</title><content type='html'>Ok the other day I went to turn in my work online, like I do everyday. And the computer was moving at turtle through peanut butter speed, so I turned it off and turned it back on again. All that would come up was a blue screen. So I turn it off again and turn it back on, but to my dismay...Only a blue screen. Well the computer came from Best Buy and the Geek Squad, so what do I do? I call the Geek Squad. I fully expected them to parachute down to my apartment or drive up in their nifty VW's. That did not happen. I got Travis...The crappiest Geek Squader ever. I wait on hold for about 10 billion years (or 45 minutes) and finally and irritated Travis gets on the phone. I tell Travis what the problem is and he tells me that there is nothing he can do, I will just have to bring it in and they will send it off. My response..."Where's your parachute Travis?" Travis did not find me funny. So B is like let me look at it. So what the hell the thing is shot anyways, lets let B look at it. He takes off the cover off of the tower and holy carp (that's right I know I put carp) it was super dirty in there. I mean gross dirty! So we go get a can of air and he blow out the innards of the computer tower...Makes the cat sneeze. But I'll be damned it worked. Apparently there are coils in there that aren't suppose to be brown. Who knew? And you know what, we haven't had a problem one with the computer since then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-113915095608632872?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/113915095608632872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=113915095608632872' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/113915095608632872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/113915095608632872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-fiancemy-hero.html' title='My fiance...My hero'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-113859013621469834</id><published>2006-01-29T20:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T11:07:46.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some People Suck!</title><content type='html'>*please note this is going to be a blog where I rant and rave*&lt;br /&gt;Some people suck. Like oh lets see. People that brake into vehicles and steal very cute purses! Those people! Bastards! I had plans to do lots of things on Sunday and lets see talk to the police about stolen property....um...was not one of them! Ok so here's what happened. Someone "poked" in the lock on B's pickup. When I say the "poked" in the lock I mean they probably took a screw driver or something and pushed in the lock so you can't put a key in there. Then they took my purse!!! My really cute purse that I got at the day after Thanksgiving sale and Bath and Body Works, yes the one that my Mom did not like. That one. You know I can get over the fact that material possessions were stolen, but its the fact that they were place that we were suppose to feel safe. They got into something of ours. They got my keys to my company car, my keys to my apartment, my only key to my pickup (Floyd), the keys to B's pickup (my set), my checkbook, my company car, two or three good tubs of lipstick, and a bunch of other stuff.So if anyone see's anyone else walking around with my super cute new purse tackle them. Spare no expense! Kick them in the who-ha area if you have to, step on their fingers when you get them down on the ground. Do whatever it takes....These people need to pay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-113859013621469834?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/113859013621469834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=113859013621469834' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/113859013621469834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/113859013621469834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/01/some-people-suck.html' title='Some People Suck!'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-113807122717012115</id><published>2006-01-23T20:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T20:53:47.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans</title><content type='html'>Ok y'all here's something that is actually interesting and not random dribble like my last posting.  We have set the date for the wedding for February 10, 2007.  We have picked a place, and set the time 3pm in case anyone is wondering.  I would put the location on here, but this thing can be seen all over the world (not that it is), and I don't want some nut job to show up and ruin my big day.  We have already picked our attendants, the flower girls, the ring bearer, the colors (or in this case color), the flowers...whole nine yards.  I know what you all are thinking...you are thinking that we have made a lot of plans for it to be so far in advance, well not really.  We have figured out the stuff we want to an extent.  In August Me (Baby Gator), my Mom (Mom Gator), and B (Gomer...maybe if he wants to) will go to the designated place and meet with the people that put all of that stuff together and then they will handle the rest.  I am so looking forward to it.  Did I tell you I already have a dress?  I sure do.  When I get home I will take a picture of it and someday I might even put the picture on here for the whole world to see (not that anyone outside of my friends or family reads this, but hey someone might).  I will keep you all posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-113807122717012115?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/113807122717012115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=113807122717012115' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/113807122717012115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/113807122717012115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/01/plans.html' title='Plans'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-113807086393706758</id><published>2006-01-23T20:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T20:47:44.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Class...the final frontier</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, technically I am suppose to be in class, but seeing as how today was the first day we got out early because Dr. P gave us a butt load of things to download, print, and read before the next class.  We are going to do a simulation game like we did last time I was in his class only this time we don't get to sell anything cool like shoes, we get to sell management software.  Yes I know...hold yourselves back.  Please!  It is truely exciting.  ~yawns~.  It won't be that bad, I really like management and I really like Dr. P's class so there for it shouldn't be to bad of a semester.  I thought we were going to die on the way down here.  I love Pooh so much, but good Lawrd she can't drive.  Scared the poop out me once.  I swear I thought we were trying to carpool with the minivan in front of us.  Well you all know how the price of gasoline keeps rising, so I guess we were going to cut back on some of the cost of the Tahoe (ho-ho if you will).  I am really bored so I keep writting this blog.  It's only 8:40 and I got out of class at 8 and we aren't suppose to get out until 9:10.  Here's some good news.  I only have one more year to go before I am officially finished with my master's degree.  Not sure what that is going to get me, but hey...there's another thing to hang on the wall.  Well I just took a break from writting this to go get my 124 page print out for Dr. P's class.  No I am not just making up a number it really was 124 pages.  They have this way cool new hole puncher that can do up to 150 pages at a time.  Saves a lot of time, but you might as well have to jump up and down on the handle to get some damn holes punched in it.  I thought I was going to pop a blood vessel or something, it was really hard.  I have a 16 page document that I have to punch holes in too, but that should be gravy compared to the 124 pages I just did.  I am not kidding that thing gave me a headache.  Ok, jus to let you know that one was way easier.  Ok y'all well I am going to sign out of here and put these billions of pages into my notebook and wait for Poohlio to get out of class.  Kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-113807086393706758?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/113807086393706758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=113807086393706758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/113807086393706758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/113807086393706758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/01/classthe-final-frontier.html' title='Class...the final frontier'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-113615773191168733</id><published>2006-01-01T16:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T17:23:10.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I feel obligated</title><content type='html'>Ok my &lt;a href="http://www.princessandthebeads.blogspot.com"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt; did this then I feel like I should too. She made a list of things to accomplish this year. She isn't calling them resolutions cause resolution is a horrible word so we are calling it a list of things to accomplish in 2006. The idea is to come up with one thing to get done every month and to track your progress. So here's my list in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;#1 Actually use the work out equipment that I own. At least 3 times a week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#2 Make a 4.0 at least one semester in grad school. Stupid Marketing I made a stupid B. What the heck! Geez, I mean I can make 2 B's and an A my first semester in grad school when all that crap was happening, and so I figured I could do better this semester since I shouldn't have as much stress. But did I??? No! Made me so mad!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#3 I want to do one thing just for myself every month. I know this sounds vain, but I tend to worry about other people and I would like to do just one thing a month for myself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#4 I want to go to church at least once a month. I know I know I know. I should say that I am going to go every week and blah blah blah. Lets start out small. Ok! This one will make my Mom happy, and I know its something I need to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#5 I am going to put back a little bit of money from every pay check to help pay for the wedding. B and I aren't going to ask our family's for money because we want to do it ourselves. So we have come up with a plan to put a little back into savings every pay check and then we should be doing ok. So, anyways we have a plan...Now to put it into action!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#6 Put stuff on e-bay at least twice a month. I can do this one, I just have to make myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#7 Move into a different place. Not that this one doesn't provide shelter. Because it does, but other than that...Well y'all know!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#8 I want to rearrange my furniture. I know that one sounds easy, but I pretty much only have one furniture arrangement plan. It kinda sucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#9 Clean out and get rid of a bunch of unimportant stuff that I have. You know that stuff that we all have, but we don't want to get rid of because we might need it someday. Well chances are that if I haven't used it in more than two years then I am probably not going to ever use it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#10 I want to do one thing every month to pay it forward. I know that sounds corny, but its true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#11 I want to graduate this year. I know it will happen, but I have to take some really hard classes this year like statistical business analysis and what not like that. So I want to finish up school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#12 I want to plan a wedding. My dream wedding if you will. On my own. Some people aren't as excited about this whole thing as me and B are. But I think they will come around. I know that he and I can do this, and I want to get it planned this year. And for all of those that are reading this that know about the promise I have made to my family I am still not getting married this year, but I am waiting until after I graduate. So y'all look for something around next February.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So it's y'all's turns!  What are y'all going to do this year?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-113615773191168733?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/113615773191168733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=113615773191168733' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/113615773191168733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/113615773191168733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2006/01/because-i-feel-obligated.html' title='Because I feel obligated'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-113572094344765849</id><published>2005-12-27T15:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T16:02:23.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a VERY Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/Camille"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/Camille%27s%20ring.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all. I just wanted to let everyone know that I had an awesome Christmas. I got to spend time with my family and it was super fun! It really was! Mama, Mom, and I laughed so much while I was at home (about situations that we won't mention, we'll just say FLASHY). Anyways, on Saturday morning I went to clean at Annette's house, and that is always fun. Then after that I went to my &lt;a href="http://www.princessandthebeads.blogspot.com"&gt;Mom Gator's &lt;/a&gt;house and we opened presents. I got an Atari!!! Y'all remember Atari. They ROCK!!! Anyways, I also got some kick butt new shirts, a huge giraffe that is so cool, and lots of other really awesome stuff. Then after I had Christmas at Mom's house I went to B's for his big family Christmas, and it was fun too. It surprisingly wasn't that hard to hang out with a bunch of people that I don't know. They were all really nice and so that made it a lot easier on me. On Sunday B and I got up and went to my Maw and Paw's house. It was HOT! I think they keep it about 9 million degrees in there. That's just a rough estimate. Anyways, after we sweated for a while B and I left to go to his immediate family Christmas. It was fun too. I got the third volume of the Family Guy, and I think we all know how much I love Family Guy! And guess what my last present was?!?! An engagement ring. Oh y'all you should see it! It is so beautiful! I couldn't get a real clear pic of it with my digital camera, but I tried. So anyways, here is a pic of it, sorry if it is kind of blurry or whatever. I really wanted to show my Mom first, but I won't be in Plainview until Friday. And I so badly want everyone to know. Anyways, I hope everyone else's Christmas was as great as mine was. I just wanted you all to know that I love you and I wanted to share the news with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-113572094344765849?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/113572094344765849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=113572094344765849' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/113572094344765849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/113572094344765849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-was-very-merry-christmas.html' title='It was a VERY Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-113409174661089334</id><published>2005-12-08T19:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T19:29:06.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't use to be a follower....but now I am.</title><content type='html'>I found this on my &lt;a href="http://www.princessandthebeads.blogspot.com"&gt;Mom's&lt;/a&gt; blog, who found it from Rach, who found it from someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's super fun, lets all play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it a try:Please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL MEMORY OF YOU AND ME. It can be anything you want--good or bad--BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished, post this paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-113409174661089334?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/113409174661089334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=113409174661089334' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/113409174661089334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/113409174661089334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-didnt-use-to-be-followerbut-now-i-am.html' title='I didn&apos;t use to be a follower....but now I am.'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-113392005819949723</id><published>2005-12-06T19:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T19:47:38.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for Razz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/Camille&amp;Bryan%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/Camille%26Bryan%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is for Razz. Unfortunantly stupid Ross is in the picture too. Trust me if you knew him you would know why I think he's a little on the less bright side.   Anyways, this was taken a few weeks ago here at the Casa de Baby Gator, and if you look closely in the upper right hand corner of the picture, you can see part of my ceiling.  This one's for you Razz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-113392005819949723?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/113392005819949723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=113392005819949723' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/113392005819949723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/113392005819949723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-ones-for-razz.html' title='This one&apos;s for Razz'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-113391985243194704</id><published>2005-12-06T19:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T19:44:12.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Hide...I'll Count</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/Camille&amp;Bryan%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/Camille%26Bryan%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture when I was coming back from New Mexico and on my way to the farm. THis picture really doesn't do these horses justice. It literally looked like one of them (the white one) was holding his head down to count and the other one was running off to go hide. I guess even horses like to play hide and seek. After all it has been a favorite of mine for who knows how long now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-113391985243194704?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/113391985243194704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=113391985243194704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/113391985243194704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/113391985243194704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-hideill-count.html' title='You Hide...I&apos;ll Count'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-113231869656912990</id><published>2005-11-17T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T06:58:16.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This just ain't right!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/DSC00732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/DSC00732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now y'all I don't remember which store this was in, but apparently someone in my stores was under the impression that stacking rideable horses on top of each other so that they look like they are humping is appropriate, they were confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-113231869656912990?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/113231869656912990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=113231869656912990' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/113231869656912990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/113231869656912990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-just-aint-right.html' title='This just ain&apos;t right!'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-113068578984558016</id><published>2005-10-30T09:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T11:58:45.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Song that B wrote</title><content type='html'>Ok, B got really pissed at the protesters at the funerals of our fallen hero's so he wrote a song about it. He wanted me to put it on my blog, so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Angry Texan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was early one morning&lt;br /&gt;On my way from Amarillo&lt;br /&gt;When I heard this real say story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bout a soldiet who died&lt;br /&gt;And gave the ultimate sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;Gave his life for his country&lt;br /&gt;And paid the price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a high cost to be paid&lt;br /&gt;But no doubt one that has to be made&lt;br /&gt;For good to trumph over evil&lt;br /&gt;And to battle the devil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man's last march down the street&lt;br /&gt;Is sacred to him and his family&lt;br /&gt;But some people from Kansas&lt;br /&gt;Want to mess with us Texans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell us that the wars are wrong&lt;br /&gt;And make us feel like hell&lt;br /&gt;They need to put up or shut up&lt;br /&gt;Cause our rebel pride will kick their ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And march back home again&lt;br /&gt;All so we can homor&lt;br /&gt;Our dear dead friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you Kandad peopl just go back home&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got a bone to pick&lt;br /&gt;And if you mess with my friends&lt;br /&gt;I will show you just what this old hick can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to this battle&lt;br /&gt;For good and freedom&lt;br /&gt;Watched my friends die&lt;br /&gt;And dealth with the dtrife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt guilty for not doing more&lt;br /&gt;And facing the truth&lt;br /&gt;That these men did not die for me&lt;br /&gt;They died for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can carry your signs&lt;br /&gt;On your picket lines&lt;br /&gt;And not let them rest in peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end all I can say&lt;br /&gt;Its a sd say&lt;br /&gt;When you cann yourself a Christian&lt;br /&gt;And even worse an American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you protesters&lt;br /&gt;Have one hll of a bad day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-113068578984558016?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/113068578984558016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=113068578984558016' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/113068578984558016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/113068578984558016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2005/10/song-that-b-wrote.html' title='Song that B wrote'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-113068501219616686</id><published>2005-10-30T08:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T09:12:29.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that I am Happy for</title><content type='html'>Ok my Mom did this so as we all know when my Mom does something then by God I have to do it too. So here it is. The things that I am happy for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My family that loves me more than I could ever hope for.&lt;br /&gt;2. A friend that will help you out with a stupid ass accounting class that I would not be able to pass if it wasn't for her. And that I can help her out with her management class.&lt;br /&gt;3. A standing lunch date on Friday's.&lt;br /&gt;4. A friend that will send you a text message in the middle of the night to tell you all the exciting things that you missed out on cause you didn't get to go out with her.&lt;br /&gt;5. High speed internet, I just couldn't go back to dial up now.&lt;br /&gt;6. A job that I find out more and more everyday that I love and that it fits me.&lt;br /&gt;7. People who will laugh with me, or at me. Mostly my Mom, Pooh, Razz, Spooky Rach, and all of the other wonderful people at Mom Gator's office.&lt;br /&gt;8. Clean panties, especially the one that I have that look like underoos, they are my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;9. Sitting out on the farm looking up at a sky full of stars.&lt;br /&gt;10. My dog Patrick cause we have been through so much together.&lt;br /&gt;11. A boyfriend that will let me give him a horrible hair cut and still comes up to Amarillo to surprise me with a visit and flowers.&lt;br /&gt;12. Online classes, even thought they are hard as all hell, at least I don't have to have a set schedule with them.&lt;br /&gt;13. The time that Razz gave me two Benadril and 4 advil and I slept for like a day and a half, I think that way the last time I really slept.&lt;br /&gt;14. A company car that I don't have to pay for the gas in.&lt;br /&gt;15. My long blonde hair, I know I talk a bunch of smack about it cause I can't do anything with it, but I don't think I will ever cut it cause that's the first thing that people always say is "Oh you have the most beautiful hair.".&lt;br /&gt;16. An uncanny ability to drive fast in the mud, and stay in control of Floyd.&lt;br /&gt;17. That God gave me the strength to carry on after everything that happened. There was a few times when I didn't think that I was going to make it, but through him, loving family, and friends, we made it through. And I thank him everyday for the people he has placed in my life.&lt;br /&gt;So, what are you thankful for right this minute?&lt;br /&gt;*SPECIAL NOTE TO MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY* Thank you for everything. Even the things that y'all think are simple and insignificant, they have all meant so much to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-113068501219616686?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/113068501219616686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=113068501219616686' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/113068501219616686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/113068501219616686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2005/10/things-that-i-am-happy-for.html' title='Things that I am Happy for'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-113037622286155794</id><published>2005-10-26T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T20:27:21.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am this guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tk421.net/character/aragorn.jpg"&gt; http://www.tk421.net/character/aragorn.jpg&lt;/a&gt;"width="191" height="233" style="border-color:#f8f8ff;" border="2" alt="Which Fantasy/SciFi Character Are You?" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're jealous as hell, I can feel it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-113037622286155794?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/113037622286155794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=113037622286155794' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/113037622286155794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/113037622286155794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-this-guy.html' title='I am this guy'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-113029150615207236</id><published>2005-10-25T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T21:27:29.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Don't Understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/DSC006951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/DSC006951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/DSC006961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/DSC006961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/DSC006971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/DSC006971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know there are times that I just don't think that he could love me anymore, and then he goes and proves me wrong. On Saturday after I got done farming...Oh wait, that wasn't me that was him. After he gone done farming we were at his house and I was like let me cut you hair. And for some damned reason he said "Ok", and went and got the clippers and scissors so that I could cut his hair. I am sure that the look on my face was "OMG, he is actually going to let me do this." Then he asks me, "Have you ever cut hair before?" My response "Damnit B, I have a college education, surely I can cut hair!" Ok y'all, I can derive supply and demand curves from nothing but a bunch of numbers, can I cut hair...Apparently not so much. Well after we got done I called my Mom, and told her that B let me cut his hair. Her response, "I thought he was smarter than that." Well I guess not. So of course, what do I do? I take pictures. On Sunday, B was suppose to farm, because that's what B does, and I was doing homework, e-bay stuff, cleaning my house, etc. (cause I multi-task like something fierce), and B calls. Here's how the conversation goes. "Whatach doing?" says B. "Just putting stuff on e-bay. What are you doing?" &lt;- me. "Well, we aren't cutting so I am going to come see you." &lt;-B. What a sweetheart! After I gave him a horrible hair cut, he still came and saw me. He drove all the way from T-town (aka nowhere) to come and see me. Then what happened you say? He brought me a flower, and then cooked me dinner. Thats right ladies and gentleman, I have the best boyfriend in the whole wide world. He may not choose to be romantic all the time, but when he does, then damn he does it well. I love you so much, B. And just so everyone knows, for my first time cutting hair...it's not that bad! Do y'all think he looks happy, cause for some reason I don't think he does. And after I got done and was gonna take his picture he actually said that "Ok take the picture, but I am not gonna look happy." And look...he doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I know you are going to read this and be so happy that I put your pictures on here. And don't even try to feed that line to all the readers about you were in the neighborhood, newsflash. The farm is not in this neighbor hood. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-113029150615207236?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/113029150615207236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=113029150615207236' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/113029150615207236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/113029150615207236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-just-dont-understand.html' title='I Just Don&apos;t Understand'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-112924674631068127</id><published>2005-10-13T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T18:39:06.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not what I bargained for!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/DSC00690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/DSC00690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/DSC00691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/DSC00691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, all I wanted to do was has a normal jack-o-lantern, you know the one I mean...traingle eyes, big smile, five teeth. Not to much to ask right. So, I have spent the last 30 minutes craving on this damned thing, I worked so hard y'all. I even drew on him with a pencil first to make sure everything would be right. What I got is a little down syndrom pumkin with a hair lip. God bless my mother, because every year (even though I hated it) she would carve me a pumpin, and it would always look so wonderful. The smile would be all curvy and pretty, mine looks like he got into a bar fight and lost. Just thought I would let yall see this, hell maybe it will give you a laugh. It did me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-112924674631068127?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/112924674631068127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=112924674631068127' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/112924674631068127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/112924674631068127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2005/10/not-what-i-bargained-for.html' title='Not what I bargained for!'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-112911785412643097</id><published>2005-10-12T06:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T06:50:54.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I look excited?</title><content type='html'>Ok first off I did not want to get out of bed this morning at 5:30. Actually the thought of 5:30 am, just leaves a bad taste in my mouth. But alas, I did get out of my warm bed to get ready this morning. But I didn't want to. So I got to thinking about where I am going today...Dumas. Yep the big town of Dumas. And I was like ~super~ (lots of sarcasm there), but then a glimmer of hope. Wait wait wait...Last time I was in Dumas I saw two count them two famous people and I forgot to tell yall about them. I saw John Munch from Law and Order SVU, and I saw Gill Grisham from CSI:Las Vegas. Gill is apparently working at the Wal-Wart in Dumas...I guess CSI just isn't paying enough. I bet the commute from Vegas is a who-ha right there yes ma'am. Munch was just shopping, I didn't get a chance to see what was in his buggy, I wonder what famous people buy? I wanted to take a pic of both of them, but how do you tell someone hey you look like a famous person and I want to snap your pic. For some reason I think they would have declined, but it really didn't matter because did this Gator pack her digital camera? No ma'am. So what am I taking with me today just in case I see them again? You got it...My camera. I won't let Munch and Grisham get away this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-112911785412643097?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/112911785412643097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=112911785412643097' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/112911785412643097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/112911785412643097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2005/10/do-i-look-excited.html' title='Do I look excited?'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-112871757547671007</id><published>2005-10-07T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T20:28:32.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang this whole following thing</title><content type='html'>Saw this on &lt;a href="http://www.princessandthebeads.blogspot.com"&gt;MomGator's&lt;/a&gt; blog and I asked to play. She did what she said that she would do so now I am continuing the game. Thank you &lt;a href="http://www.princessandthebeads.blogspot.com"&gt;MomGator&lt;/a&gt; for letting me play.&lt;br /&gt;Leave your name and...&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll respond with something random about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll try to say something that only makes sense to you and me.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.&lt;br /&gt;8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on everyone lets play. I don't care if you are a blogger or not lets do this anyways!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-112871757547671007?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/112871757547671007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=112871757547671007' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/112871757547671007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/112871757547671007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2005/10/dang-this-whole-following-thing.html' title='Dang this whole following thing'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-112868799625136882</id><published>2005-10-07T06:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T07:26:36.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you believe its been a year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/DSC00681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/DSC00681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/Kye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/Kye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/Princess%20B,%20Baby%20Gator,%20and%20farmingcowboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/Princess%20B%2C%20Baby%20Gator%2C%20and%20farmingcowboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/The%20Girlies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/The%20Girlies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/DSC00668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/DSC00668.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/DSC00670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/DSC00670.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/DSC00677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/DSC00677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG y'all. I can't believe its been a year since I watched this precious baby boy come into the world. I just wanted to take a minute and show y'all these pics from his party last night. Isn't he and his sisters just the cutest things you ever saw?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-112868799625136882?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/112868799625136882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=112868799625136882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/112868799625136882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/112868799625136882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2005/10/can-you-believe-its-been-year.html' title='Can you believe its been a year?'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-112868633686070094</id><published>2005-10-07T06:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T06:58:56.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Patrick Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/DSC00684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/DSC00684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/Patrick%20Show2%200192.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/DSC00684.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/Patrick%20Show2%200192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/Patrick%20Show2%200192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/Patrick%20Show2%200137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/Patrick%20Show2%200137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back by popular demand (and because he was tired of hearing his Momdy spread rumors) its THE PATRICK SHOW...brought to you in part today by the printer. The printer, its been working extra hard to do all of Baby Gators added work. The printer, in a home office near you. Hello ladies and gentleman, welcome to the Patrick Show, I am your host...Patrick. Lets give a big round of appluase for our in house band Chachi and His Good Times One Man Hamster Band. Thank you Chachi! Well folks today we have a very special guest, the new giraffi in the house. ~wild applause~ Giraffi ~snorts a big puff of air, cause thats how giraffis communicate with other giraffis, I know because I saw it on the Discovery Channel~ Thank you for joining us today Ashur. How are you doing these days? "Well Patrick, I am doing well, and slowly learning to adjust to American life. Things are much different here than they are in Africa." Oh really, says Patrick. How is that? "Well other than there are no tribes, and now tall tall trees to eat, or cheetos I mean cheetas, trying to chase you down then theres really not that much difference. Sorry I do love those puffy cheetos." Oh me too, I know exactly what you mean. So wasn't it hard for you in Africa, I mean being as vertically challenged as you are. Were you shunned by all of the other giraffis?  "It was hard Patrick, but I had a loving family that would pick me up and help me eat off of the tallest trees, and they would protect me if we were being chased by anyone/thing else."  So how did you get to Baby Gator's house Ashur?  "Well Patrick, I am in a program called the Foriegn Giraffi Program.  Its where giraffis from all over, ok mainly Africa, go and visit forgien lands to learn about their culture.  Baby Gator's Mama signed her up for it, but forgot to tell her about it.  And one day I showed up and Baby Gator opened her home to me."  Ah yes, Baby Gator is a sucker for animals.  So do you like it here so far?  "Oh yes I sure do Patrick, I have made lots of new giraffi friends, there are a total of 16 of us in all, I think the Baby Gator really likes giraffis."  Yes, Ashur she does.  Well Ashur, I hate to say it but it is time for us to go now.  Thank you for being here, and I hope you have a wonderful stay at Baby Gator's house.  "Well thank you Patrick.  I look forward to seeing you in the living room sometime."  Me too Ashur, me too.  Lets give a big round of applause to your friend and mine Ashur, the new giraffi in the living.  And as always, lets give a big thank you to our in house band Chachi and His Good Times One Man Hamster Band. Bring it on home Chachi. Thank you everyone! ~Patrick blows a kiss to the crowd~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-112868633686070094?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/112868633686070094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=112868633686070094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/112868633686070094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/112868633686070094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2005/10/patrick-show.html' title='The Patrick Show'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-112863866476972208</id><published>2005-10-06T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T17:44:24.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Patrick's New Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/DSC00639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/DSC00639.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/DSC00638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/DSC00638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/DSC00642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/DSC00642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I get for having a boyfriend that loves animals. B found this little guy out by his house. He has to belong to someonem, because he has a flea collar on and we put one of Patricks old collars on him. We are calling him Aiken because he has a hurt paw. He's a sweetie and him and Patrick get a long great, except Patrick is a little jealous (just a little). So here's a pic. Isn't he a cutie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-112863866476972208?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/112863866476972208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=112863866476972208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/112863866476972208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/112863866476972208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2005/10/patricks-new-friend.html' title='Patrick&apos;s New Friend'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-112863320964212154</id><published>2005-10-06T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T16:13:29.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what happens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/DSC00635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/DSC00635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/DSC00634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/DSC00634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens why you drop a whole case of Diet Cokes from...oh I don't know...5 feet 5 inches off the ground, on accident. They actually hit the hallway floor but I managed to get them to the sink before any major explosions happened!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-112863320964212154?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/112863320964212154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=112863320964212154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/112863320964212154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/112863320964212154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-what-happens.html' title='This is what happens'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-112859893670102424</id><published>2005-10-06T06:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T06:49:51.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paging Mr. Loo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/DSC00630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/DSC00630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/1600/DSC00632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7502/659/320/DSC00632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait no, I mean Dogloo. In fact it's Patrick's new Dogloo. Mama and Dad bought it for him, so that when I am away and he is outside that he will have somewhere warm to sleep. (Because he is lazy and sleeps a lot.) I tried to take a pic of it with him too, but apparently he really had to tee-tee potty this morning. So here's the new Loo, give it a look see. Isn't Dogloo just the cutest name for it? I thought so...B thought I was being a dork!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-112859893670102424?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/112859893670102424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=112859893670102424' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/112859893670102424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/112859893670102424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2005/10/paging-mr-loo.html' title='Paging Mr. Loo'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-112859874462219033</id><published>2005-10-06T06:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T06:39:04.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHA Suckers!</title><content type='html'>I turned on my word verification so lets see if those jerks can put their crap-o-mercials on my blog now.  ~laughs wickedly~ HAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-112859874462219033?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/112859874462219033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=112859874462219033' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/112859874462219033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/112859874462219033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2005/10/hahaha-suckers.html' title='HAHAHA Suckers!'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-112839043181454584</id><published>2005-10-03T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T20:47:11.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because sometimes I too and a follower</title><content type='html'>have seen this several places so here it goes....&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've run away from home.&lt;br /&gt;[] I listen to political music.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I collect comic books.&lt;br /&gt;[ X] I shut others out when I'm sad. (Sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;[X ] I open up to others easily.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I am keeping a secret from the world. (I want so badly to tell everyone, but some people wouldn't uderstand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I watch the news.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own over 5 rap CDs.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own an I-Pod.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own something from Hot Topic. [lots of stuff]&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love Disney movies.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am a sucker for hair/eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I don't kill bugs. [Hello why would I kill my own bugs if I have B and Pooh?]&lt;br /&gt;[x] I curse regularly.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I paid for that cell phone ringtone.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have "x"s in my screen name.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've slipped out a "lol" in a real conversation.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love Spam.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I bake well.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I would wear pajamas to school. [I thought that was my uniform]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X ] I own something from Abercrombie. (Nat gave it to me)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love Martha Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am in love with someone.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS. [Only by accident]&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am self conscious. [Not as much as I used to be.]&lt;br /&gt;[x] I like to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I smoke a pack a day.&lt;br /&gt;[] I loved Go Ask Alice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have cough drops when I'm not sick.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't swallow pills.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have many scars. [Definitely, I'm a klutz, and because my Mom lets me ride bikes with people that don't know how to watch a little kid sometimes, lol.]&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been out of this country. (Oh beautiful Cancun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I believe in ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am really ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I see/have seen a therapist. (Only because my Mom made me)&lt;br /&gt;[] I love chocolate. (spit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am comfortable with being me.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I play computer games/video games when i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten lost in your city. [Hey there's a lot of ghettos around here]&lt;br /&gt;[x] Saw a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[ x] Gone out in public in your pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have kissed a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hugged a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been in a fight with the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Laughed and had milk/soda come out of your nose. [It was orange juice]&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pushed all the buttons on an elevator.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Made out in an elevator.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Swore at your parents. [Hell, yes. There was alot of eyerolling too]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] Kicked a guy where it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been bungee jumping.&lt;br /&gt;[] Broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Played spin the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;[] Gotten stitches.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.&lt;br /&gt;[ X] Bitten someone. (Why do you think my phone says bite marks?)&lt;br /&gt;[] Been to Niagara Falls.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten the chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Crashed into a friend's car.&lt;br /&gt;[] Been to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ridden in a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Shoplifted.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been fired.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Stole something from your job. [Nothing more than a few office supplies.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gone on a blind date.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lied to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had a crush on a teacher/coach.&lt;br /&gt;[] Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;[] Been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] Slept with a co-worker.&lt;br /&gt;[] Been married. [Not yet but I will be]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten divorced.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Saw someone dying.&lt;br /&gt;[] Driven over 400 miles in one day.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.&lt;br /&gt;[x ] Thrown up in a bar.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Eaten sushi.&lt;br /&gt;[] Been snowboarding.&lt;br /&gt;[] Been skiing.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been ice skating.&lt;br /&gt;[ X] Met someone in person from the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to a motorcross show.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gone/Going to college.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Done hard drugs.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Taken painkillers.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Cheated on someone else.&lt;br /&gt;[ X] Were so bored you took this survey.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Have a tattoo (I do so want one)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-112839043181454584?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/112839043181454584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=112839043181454584' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/112839043181454584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/112839043181454584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2005/10/because-sometimes-i-too-and-follower.html' title='Because sometimes I too and a follower'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196289.post-112777490730723591</id><published>2005-09-26T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T17:48:27.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats Pretty Much Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/movie/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/othertests.html"&gt;What Classic Movie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9196289-112777490730723591?l=woodenmanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/feeds/112777490730723591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9196289&amp;postID=112777490730723591' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/112777490730723591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9196289/posts/default/112777490730723591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenmanger.blogspot.com/2005/09/thats-pretty-much-me.html' title='Thats Pretty Much Me'/><author><name>Baby Gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06516332776226108514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
