<?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-3713726109616249897</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:37:46.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2 cents</title><subtitle type='html'>The life, times and general complaints of my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-6496265441981086585</id><published>2009-07-20T09:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:16:01.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Softball heaven</title><content type='html'>I LUV SOFTBALL!!!  I was lucky enough to go to the World cup of Softball this weekend.  It was a great weekend spent with my pitcher and my little girl.  We had fun and also went to the zoo.  Tumey had never been to a zoo so I was glad to help her out.  Everyone should experience a zoo once.  &lt;br /&gt;Now it is monday and I have to work.  I dont want to I want a vacation.  I dont have the money to go anywhere but that dont mean I have to work.  Bah, I just dont want to do a damn thing.  Not a bad thing but it kills the paycheck.  &lt;br /&gt;I am glad I dont have to mow today but there still plenty to do.  Got to change a light out and fix a drawer.  After that I really dont have anything to do.  That sucks but hey something will go wrong soon.  &lt;br /&gt;Hope ya'll have a good day.  Yeah I know this short but I dont have much to say yet.  Part of that dont want to do anything but take a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-6496265441981086585?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/6496265441981086585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=6496265441981086585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/6496265441981086585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/6496265441981086585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2009/07/softball-heaven.html' title='Softball heaven'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-5959893276348363020</id><published>2009-06-02T13:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:22:37.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another busy weekend</title><content type='html'>I know I havent been on here of late but hey I got ten millionand one things going.  There only one of me ya know.  &lt;br /&gt;First I went to the College World Series in Okie City this past weekend.  Man that was awesome.  I got totally sunburned on my arms but so worth it.  Stayed for 4 games and saw some of the best softball ever.  I am going back in July for the World Cup of softball. I cant wait for that and figure it is a great b-day present.&lt;br /&gt;School is going ok.  I am taking a Visual arts class.  Yeah already late on my first assignment. Great way to start a 4 week class.  Going to take speech next semster so my summer is already intersting.&lt;br /&gt;Parts that suck are the layoff and closings of the local plants.  my stepmom got laid off.  My mom, stepdad, dad and brother in-law are all going to be taking a summer vacation wheter they like it or not.  Ranger is closign down production for 4weeks.  Yeah they get unemployment but 4 weeks with no work sucks.  &lt;br /&gt;Right now I am happy I have a job and can pay my bills.  Well most of them anyway.  Got to figure out one thing to pay less on.  After that I'll be fine.  Heres hoping the rest of you are doing good too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-5959893276348363020?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/5959893276348363020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=5959893276348363020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/5959893276348363020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/5959893276348363020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-busy-weekend.html' title='Another busy weekend'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-8735834318108765192</id><published>2009-04-17T10:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:34:43.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SSSoooo tired</title><content type='html'>I have been coaching a high school softball team.  Most of you know that softball is a love of mine.  Coahcing is a way for me to give back to the sport that saved me from a crappy life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give so much to the girls that I am butt tired all the time.  I have so much energy when I am around them but once I am home, stick a fork in me, I am done.  I dont even give myself time to eat when I am aroudn those girls.  Which is amazing considering they eat all the time.  All I do is guzzle gatorade and water while yelling at them.  They are used to me yelling so dont think it is a bad thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am wrong in doing this caue I am taking away time from my own kids.  Funnypart is I think my kids are ok with that.  They can get away with more when I am not home.  Daddy tries be on top of stuff but honestly he has to learn to mulit task.  On the weekends I try to make it up to each of the kids.  I am planning on going to a tea party with Liz next weekend.  I got to talk to my dad and get Josh fishing.  Mac just loves me beign around period so that easy.  Play with him for a day and snuggle at night ngiht time and he a happy boy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I can figure out a way to just be Mary I will be a happy person.  Right now it feels like I am putting me on teh back shelf.  I have had my own softball team practice so that helps.  Even there though I feel as if I am putting the team in front of me.  I guess I just need a vacation.  Like that is going to happen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had nowhere I was going with this blog.  Guess I just had to vent.  Thanks for letting me.  Now go hug someone you love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-8735834318108765192?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/8735834318108765192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=8735834318108765192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/8735834318108765192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/8735834318108765192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2009/04/sssoooo-tired.html' title='SSSoooo tired'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-5743044844841601513</id><published>2009-02-25T08:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T08:18:21.875-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another old school try</title><content type='html'>We are trying again.  NO not babies.  That is like me saying I need another ass.  We are going to try and get Spence published.  His book is 95,000 words that I think would be great for others to read.  &lt;br /&gt;He wrote this thing a few years ago and has shopped it out there.  He got his first thanks but no thanks letter.  Why he was happy I dont know but he was.  Now we are trying again.  A friend of mine, Lex Valentine, put out her first book with them this month and told her publisher about him.  The very nice lady named Mary, great name by the way, was excited to get it.  She wants to put out some fanasty and this is right down that ally.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that something happens.  Yes it is a small company that publishes on the net but honestly that is the new thing to do.  Plus as long as he gets it out there than that should be a good thing.  It takes one small step to get to the big stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully one day soon I will be able to hype up when his book comes out.  Until than cross fingers, toes, or whatever is handy for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-5743044844841601513?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/5743044844841601513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=5743044844841601513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/5743044844841601513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/5743044844841601513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-old-school-try.html' title='Another old school try'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-7983433831275165990</id><published>2009-02-10T07:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T07:22:37.611-06:00</updated><title type='text'>quick post</title><content type='html'>I have been busy so I will catch you up quickly.  Got to run the boy to school in 15 minutes.  So I get to have a fight with him within that time on brushing our teeth and putting our socks on.  Yippee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, girl scout cookie sales went great.  Liz hit her goal cause daddy bought the the last 16 boxes sixteen boxes she needed.  Now we are waiting on getting them and than delivering.  &lt;br /&gt;School is going fine.  I have been doing fine on my quizzes.  THe exams are another thing, Ithink.  I just took my first but totally blanked on it.  Not really looking forward to getting that back.  &lt;br /&gt;Just issued the first sock order.  SO did daddy.&lt;br /&gt;I will be starting softball anyday now.  Actually I wanted to start already but new school that doesnt understand me yet.  It wont take long though so this might get real intersting real quick.&lt;br /&gt;We have had our mass exdous of apartments.  3 open right now that all have to be painted.  Almost done withthe 2 bedroom.  The others are just going to have to wait until I get there.  Which means we cant rent them out utnil I done.  IE Ruby the boss will hollar at Spence until they are.  &lt;br /&gt;In bewteen all this I am attempting to be there for my kids.  I am overworked right now and need a vacation.  It would be nice if I could do a week with no worries and no kids.  Not going to happen but it is a nice dream.  Off to change a stinky butt and yell at Josh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-7983433831275165990?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/7983433831275165990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=7983433831275165990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/7983433831275165990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/7983433831275165990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2009/02/quick-post.html' title='quick post'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-3332543155153286919</id><published>2009-02-02T08:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:15:18.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice but not enough Booze</title><content type='html'>I was iced in all week with little booze and 3 kids that couldnt go outside.  Honestly only 2 of the 3 can go outside but still werent allowed to.  There was so much ice falling out of the trees that I just didnt trust it.  All I needed was a kid walking in with blood running down their face.  Did I menition I am not all that good with blood?&lt;br /&gt;Mac was sick after getting his flu shot on Monday.  I had a whining baby that wanted all my attention, 2 kids that wanted to play and a hubbie that wanted me to hurry up and move the branches to the ditch.  &lt;br /&gt;I was hurting the last few days from all the work and stress of the first part of the week.  Cutting trees, no power, worried that we wouldnt have water, no cable, and the kids taking and losing my favortie necklace.  Yeah I have had better weeks.&lt;br /&gt;The biggest thing that really pisses me off is the reaction from my government.  I am talking about my state folks.  Our governor basically ingnored the pleas from our local officals to send help.  Than he flys over and stops for 20 minutes and has it all figured out.  Please, I wiped my ass of the all the crap so dont give me more.  If he would have freaking listened the first 4 days help was called for than we would be ahead.  Instead there are people that hopefully have been heard from by now.&lt;br /&gt;I hope ya'll have a great day.  I will be moving al these branches to the ditch so they can sit there for a few weeks.  Than FEMA might just actually get their ass in gear and take care of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-3332543155153286919?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/3332543155153286919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=3332543155153286919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/3332543155153286919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/3332543155153286919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2009/02/ice-but-not-enough-booze.html' title='Ice but not enough Booze'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-4931096592666098185</id><published>2009-01-22T08:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:36:22.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no talkie</title><content type='html'>Yeah yeah yeah, I know I know I know.  Bad Mary, no blogging.  I have been busy and just now getting over a cold.  It seems like the first month in the new year is busier than ever.  Plus, with the new year that equals new worries.  Acutally they are old ones just reappiled in a new year.&lt;br /&gt;Money, money, money.  Sounds like a ABBA song I know.  I just cant make enough to pull my family up out of the red.  I flirt with that line so much I should just fuck it and be done with it.  Instead I figure out ways to make a dollar into two.  How I get this family through some months I will never know.  &lt;br /&gt;I am trying out different ideas and plans that I have read about.  So far the only one that works is none of them.  How in the hell do people expect me to save for retirement when i have 3 kids?  The last thing on my mind is retirement at this stage in life.  The only thing that I know will help my kids go to college is the trust fund that my hubbie gets when his father passes away.&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds like I am raving.  Well I am dammnit.  I cant help but be pissy about being broke before mid month.  I get paid once a month and I can only stretch that little bit of money so far.  The only thing that actually helps my family to live is our GI Bill money.  That is a huge reason both myself and the hubbie go to college.  I get almost a thousand and he gets half of that.  Now you tell me you wouldnt go to school if you were getting almost $1500 extra a month to?&lt;br /&gt;I know this isnt the funniest post I have done but I needed to get this out and the hubbie well he has heard it all before in one form or another.  Usually after he does something stupid we have to pay for.  Still wonder what the hell he was thinking when he buys me jewelry on a payment plan?  IF I wanted the dman stuff I would buy it when we actually have the bills paid.  Right now it is Wal-Mart stuff baby.&lt;br /&gt;Alright I am done being bitchy and poor me'ing.  I know I got it good compared to others in this world.  I have something that is more precious than any gold, diamonds, rubies or cash could ever buy.  A house full of love.  I know it sounds corny but somedays that is all that keeps me going.  I think I am going to go hug my kids or hubbie now.  Go do the same people!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-4931096592666098185?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/4931096592666098185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=4931096592666098185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/4931096592666098185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/4931096592666098185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-time-no-talkie.html' title='Long time no talkie'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-343492734054144420</id><published>2008-12-26T08:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T08:49:46.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas is over</title><content type='html'>Yes the holiday of all holiday's came and went without me stressing out.  Everyone eat alot and got presents.  I didnt get everything I wanted but that is a process that never really ends anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is time for me to plan for my little boy's birthday.  Josh is turning 5 and let me tell ya he is lucky to still be alive.  Especially during this time.  He has been wired for sound all damn week.  I am about ready to throw him out the window.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you are thinking now Mary he is your little boy.  Say that now but I will gladly send the little guy over to your place.  If you dont A.throw him out said window, B.send him back before 4 hours or C.go nuts you are a better person than I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many circles does a kid have to run around before he stops??  Loud seems to be his only setting right now too.  When he goes up the stairs I wonder when I got a baby elephant.  Havent been able to send him outside cause it is either to wet or cold.  I dont know how much more I can take of this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to surive till the 5th of Jan than i can take him back to school and have a few hours peace and quiet in my house again.  Even on the holiest of nights I couldnt get that.  Anyone have some duct tape???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-343492734054144420?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/343492734054144420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=343492734054144420&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/343492734054144420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/343492734054144420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-over.html' title='christmas is over'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-1656736297870171012</id><published>2008-12-19T07:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T07:26:28.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SUuguVDofsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/aGUkDiwcnyI/s1600-h/bilde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SUuguVDofsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/aGUkDiwcnyI/s200/bilde.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281491705808846530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pair of winter gloves dangle from a statue Thursday at the Mountain Home Veteran's Plaza. For the fourth year in a row, a secret Santa has placed gloves and mittens around the plaza and at other locations in downtown Mountain Home. The bag also contains a candy cane and note reading "Merry Christmas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you do something this season without being asked??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-1656736297870171012?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/1656736297870171012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=1656736297870171012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/1656736297870171012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/1656736297870171012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/12/pair-of-winter-gloves-dangle-from.html' title=''/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SUuguVDofsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/aGUkDiwcnyI/s72-c/bilde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-1255920181896410346</id><published>2008-11-29T09:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T09:06:17.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a good one</title><content type='html'>I couldnt help myself with this one.  I mean come on this is funny as hell especially towards the end with who they were released to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iowa fans cited for restroom sex during Gophs game &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;MINNEAPOLIS (AP) -- While the Hawkeyes were stomping the Gophers on the Metrodome field last weekend, police said two Iowa fans were having a romp of a different kind in a restroom. Both events, police say, had their share of cheering fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 38-year-old woman and a 26-year-old man turned to a handicapped stall for their tryst Saturday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the field, the Hawkeyes were on their way to 55-0 trouncing of the Gophers. In the restroom, a crowd of intoxicated fans gathered to cheer the off-the-field event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, a security guard tipped off University of Minnesota police. Officers had to interrupt the couple to cite them for indecent conduct, a misdemeanor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police Chief Greg Hestness said the woman initially gave a false name to officers. She was released to her husband and the man was released to his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both people in the stall were intoxicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think?  Never would 2 strangers that are intoxicated have sex. Never heard of.  Just goes to show you when your team is winning you want to share your joy.  I myself just text my friends but hey to each their own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-1255920181896410346?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/1255920181896410346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=1255920181896410346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/1255920181896410346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/1255920181896410346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-good-one.html' title='This is a good one'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-5982965408253256372</id><published>2008-11-27T08:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T08:13:34.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Turkey Day</title><content type='html'>It is that time of the year where not only do we stuff ourselves full but also give thanks for what we have in our life.  I have so much to be thankful for that it would take alot of typing to get it all out.  Since I dont have that much time and dont want to make that many errors I will sum it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of course is my family.  I am blessed to have 4 amazing kids.  DJ the oldest doesnt live with us but I am still proud of him everyday even if he isnt here to know it.  Liz and Josh while they drive me crazy every chance they get, are good kids that I am blessed to have.  Mac being the newbie in the family, is a kid I was not expecting.  He is here though and a great addition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubbie is a good man that takes care of his family with all he has.  He loves me to distraction.  We may fight but I wouldnt trade him for anything in the world.  OK i have to put this in there, if he was richer he would be the perfect man.  Just saying.  Cant let his head get to big ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, brother, mom, dad, sister and brother in-laws and both step parnets are great to.  They want the best for my family and me.  Sometimes they harp on this fact a little hard but I know they mean well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, wow what can I say about them.  I pimped Winter's ass the other post so honestly I cant say much more there.  Jen is a great gal to know and makes me laugh all the time.  We both have college teams that drive us nuts and to drinking.  Laurie, what can I say about my goat.  She makes me laugh and cry all in one.  Mollie is my friend that makes me feel young.  Ally and Avalon are both my long distance connects that help me to remember there is more to my little part of the world.  Great gals all of them.  I cant imagine my life without any of my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray that each and every one of you have a great thanksgiving.  Eat to much and dont forget to call, e-mail or hug someone that you are thankful for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-5982965408253256372?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/5982965408253256372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=5982965408253256372&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/5982965408253256372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/5982965408253256372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-turkey-day.html' title='Happy Turkey Day'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-4895146976608774441</id><published>2008-11-22T08:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:56:55.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok enough mussy stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bus driver accused of braking hard to topple pupil &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;AMBRIDGE, Pa. (AP) -- A school bus driver will be charged with endangering a 10-year-old boy for intentionally braking suddenly so the boy would fall down, police said. The driver was upset because the boy would not remain in his seat, Harmony Township police Sgt. Jim Essek said. The driver told the boy to stop moving around before allegedly threatening him by saying, "If you do it again, I'll knock you down," Essek said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the fourth-grader moved around again, the bus driver hit the brakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The incident happened Tuesday in the Ambridge Area School District, about 25 miles northwest of Pittsburgh. Police Chief Jack Lively said police will not release the driver's identity until charges are filed, likely by Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police have seized a surveillance video from the bus. The boy was knocked to the floor out of camera view, but is seen getting up holding his face. Other students are knocked around and one is flipped over a seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver and the boy have had run-ins before, parents said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy's mother claimed he was "singled out" for discipline when students got rowdy in the past and asked school officials to have someone monitor the bus. Lively said the monitor was on the bus Tuesday, but didn't get out of his seat to intervene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School officials said they are reviewing the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All right this is bullshit.  I am also a bus driver and have used the "brake check" myself to get a kid to sit down.  I never knocked anyone down but I have got their attention.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids do not want to listen until it is to damn late.  We as bus drivers have to go through hours upon hours of training every year.  We go through those hours and than what happens we get the blame when something goes wrong.  We lose our licenses and our money.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no lets not blame the kid that has been written up numerous times.  Lets not blame the kid that wont listen when all we want you to do is sit down for the ride home so that if the bus gets hit you wont get hurt even more.  &lt;br /&gt;Do you stand up in your car?  Do you run around in the car?  Do you yell and hollar so much that the driver goes home with a headache everyday?  Ok the last one does happen but you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not charge this driver.  Let's get the kids and try to teach them more.  Hey schools take some time and help us drivers out.  Most schools dont but when a bus gets in a accident they want to fire the driver cause kids got hurt.  Well did you think about the kids when you let them on the bus.  Is an hour a semster to much to ask for?  Let the kids get some training to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; OK I am off my soapbox now.  Have a good weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-4895146976608774441?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/4895146976608774441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=4895146976608774441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/4895146976608774441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/4895146976608774441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok-enough-mussy-stuff.html' title='Ok enough mussy stuff'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-530439414491075588</id><published>2008-11-14T16:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:30:08.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel good Winter</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when you are feeling your worse someone special makes you feel better.  Today my buddy Winter helped me feel better even though my ass is dragging so much some of it is in her home state.  California is a long way to drag but I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter is a friend I met a few years ago when we were both writing over at Katie Mac's website.  Katie had set up a place for people to go in and basically write out a story.  I thougth why not for kicks and giggles.  Next thing I know I started to be part of a group.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiny B is one of those people that I just seemed to connect with.  We started meeting away from the site and talking on Yahoo.  We got along and others started to join.  Opal, Gayla and Kitt all were writing to and we were having some fun.  I felt than we could do more but since most times I suck at my english I was so not the one to take it to the next level.  Than this chick from Cally came into the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the other woman I have talked about are all talented.  Great writers and people that I would and have offered to help on numerous occasions.  This chick Winter though you could tell she had been writing for awhile.  I played along and wrote with her but felt like a tard cause of her skills.  Not like I didnt with the others to but with her especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know her better and figured her out a little more.  Yeah she works at a cemetary, is so alot damn smarter than me when it comes to computers, is a Crue nut, and has a kid that she could gladly kill somedays.  Yeah like any parnet doesnt feel like that at least one a week.  Winter is also a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has made each of us at the Bar Story write better.  One day I called her my muse.  It is the truth.  She has inspired me to write beyond what I thought I could.  Winter is that someone that does make you better.  Not only as a writer but also as a person.  All my Divas do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I can do for my girl is to pimp her ass out.  If you are looking for something intersting to read and want to try something with a little more flavor click over there on my Bar Story link.  Yeah my stuff is there to but I mainly make ya laugh.  Winter and Shiny can make ya cry, snort and laugh all at the same time.  Come spring 2009 everyone better be watching out for my girl Lex Valentine I.E. Winter.  She will give you something to read alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-530439414491075588?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/530439414491075588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=530439414491075588&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/530439414491075588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/530439414491075588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/11/feel-good.html' title='Feel good Winter'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-4808233118888683611</id><published>2008-11-11T08:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:45:52.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Veteran's day</title><content type='html'>It is the one day out of the year that I actually feel proud to be apart of.  Yes I am a veteran of the Bosina campiagn.  I volunteered to go over there and serve.  I was there 6 months and didnt feel like I did a damn thing until the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove the biggest damn trucks out there so it was not exactly easy to get around.  Basically we were always on alert to go do something but the order just never came down.  We hoped we would get to go get the wreckage of a shot down plane but NNNOOOOO let the damn engineers go have all the fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things really felt like I was doing something important was during a mission in the last 2 months.  We had to take some tanks up to the border area.  They were coming up on election time and felt like things might get out of hand.  We moved them up to the area and passed some buildings that had been destroyed during the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never seen anything so sad.  It is like the worst testement to human nature I have ever seen in my life.  You would pass these buildings and see a couple small holes in the front but once you got to the backside the holes were huge.  How can one person honestly try to destroy another just cause they believe in something different?  It is a question that I just cant wrap my brain around it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I just dont want to wrap it around the whole thing.  I want to believe that the human race does actually do good but with everything that is going on in the world it is hard to tell my kids that.  I want them to think that the majority of folks out there dont want to kill another but reality kicks in and I know they will learn the truth.  Is it better for them to know that they can help protect others or is it better to tell them not to and let others die to protect them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of my time in the service.  I went to a country that has been at war for over 50 years.  I went to another country that had been tore apart by war.  I had accepted the fact that I might one day die for my country and was a peace with it.  I was even in a bunker when we our guys were bombing the hell out of Yugoslvina.  SO yeah I faced a fear that I might die as well as much as one person could.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived my life that way for 5 years.  I would not regret a single moment of that time.  Yes I am proud to be a veteran.  If you know of one tell them thanks.  The wervice aint all party and roses.  It is hard work with plenty of blood thrown in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-4808233118888683611?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/4808233118888683611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=4808233118888683611&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/4808233118888683611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/4808233118888683611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/11/veterans-day.html' title='Veteran&apos;s day'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-4440438981613783816</id><published>2008-11-10T07:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T07:13:22.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick weekend</title><content type='html'>Yeah I was sick all weekend long.  Well expect for saturday morning.  After that I came home and that was it.  I was in bed with trips to the bathroom in bewteen.  I have actually slept so much that I have a headache.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minus that this saturday morning was a good weekend.  The girl scouts went to the Gaston Center here in the area and learned not only about water and why it is so important but also got to see a great site.  A wonderful lady who is 82 and still travels around educated all of us about some birds of prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a beatiful Horned Owl named ET.  The female bird was beatiful and made the girls very aware of how great they are to have.  I didnt know that they loved to kill skunks.  We even got to see her fly across the room.  Just a great bird to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also brought in a vulture.  Yeah I thought they were ugly to but this one is a unique one.  It is supposed to be the bird of Mexico but I guess they even agrue about that.  It did a really cool thing to.  When it yelled it threw it's head backwards.  Like bent it backwards.  Freaky as hell but what a cool trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl and us leaders learned alot.  It also made me think how great it would have been if we would have one of those owl's out here and kill that skunk last week. m Instead the animal control guy decided why shot it let's run it over with my truck.  Yeah smooth move ex-lax.  It still stinks and that was thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-4440438981613783816?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/4440438981613783816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=4440438981613783816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/4440438981613783816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/4440438981613783816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/11/sick-weekend.html' title='Sick weekend'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-1945964655216249808</id><published>2008-11-06T09:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:39:15.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over &amp; the weiner is......</title><content type='html'>No more maps please!!  If I see one more red/blue map I am going to gag.  It over and the people have spoken.  The wanted change and boy are we going to get it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the miniorty part of the population.  I voted for the old white guy and the hot white chick.  I really thought he could make the right kind of change we needed.  Oh well we'll just have to wait and see if I am wrong or right.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get one good joke about Obama beign elected.  Did ya hear that Dick Cheney asked Obama to go hunting?  See ya'll we are goign to be ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that one cause of the way it makes fun of both parties not just one.  Plus after the other jokes I got this one is the most tasteful.  Cant wait to see how many more bad ones come across the text wires.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-1945964655216249808?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/1945964655216249808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=1945964655216249808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/1945964655216249808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/1945964655216249808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-voer-weiner-is.html' title='It&apos;s over &amp; the weiner is......'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-3456779023699200164</id><published>2008-11-01T07:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T07:18:44.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the Red Blue Map!!!</title><content type='html'>Here we go again.  Time for that damn map.  Which color is our state going to be?  Which candiate is going to win and lead the country either to ruin or on the road back?  Crap is going to be a long ass tuesday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubbie is addicted to the political maps.  He seems to get a semi woody when he sees the red and blue.  He will stay up until 5 in the morning to see which guy wins.  I just hope he wont do that cause I swear if he bitches about being tired I will smack him in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will watch for a little while but than give up and go to bed.  I take my right to vote seriously.  I have seen what happens when the country decides to fight rather than vote.  I just pray that this country never sees that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all I am asking of each and everyone of my readers is one simple thing.  It will proably take a little while but if you look at what could happen if you dont it is down right scary.  Go vote.  Go into the little booth and push the button, dark that circle, or do whatever it is your state does.  One vote does matter.  Remember the 2000 election was decided by 578 votes.  That is not alot people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you dont think your views matter they do.  If you vote enough for the things you believe in than they will come true.  If not hey go run and spread the word.  That is the coolest thing about our country.  We can do something to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;GO VOTE!!!!!  GO VOTE!!!!!!  GO VOTE!!!!!!!  GO VOTE!!!!!!!!  NO REALLY GO VOTE!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-3456779023699200164?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/3456779023699200164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=3456779023699200164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/3456779023699200164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/3456779023699200164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-red-blue-map.html' title='Not the Red Blue Map!!!'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-5368995959601922507</id><published>2008-10-23T07:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:22:19.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween inspritation</title><content type='html'>It is that time of the year again.  Time to dress up like something totally out there.  Or you can dress up like you favortie person ever or even as well nothing.  In my house this is a great time of year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to make it fun for the kids.  Every year I ask them to help me put decorations up and to figure out what everyone is going to dress up as.  I think it gets them doing just that thinking.  Use your imagination kids, later on in life that might be the one thing that makes you unique.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from my profile picture this uniqueness is even used on our pumpkins.  I figure that is a great family photo for this time of year.  It is a perfect representation of us all.  Me looking at the kids like they better act good.  Josh being evil, Liz beign Liz, Mac with his binky, and Spence being Spence.  Cant at all tell which parnet the kids take after huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO my challenge to each of you is to use your imagination.  Get your kids involved and dont let them kill it.  Just cause you grow up doesnt mean you have to get rid of that part of you.  Just think if those guys that make the movies and books you love had given theirs up??  Sad thought huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-5368995959601922507?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/5368995959601922507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=5368995959601922507&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/5368995959601922507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/5368995959601922507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-inspritation.html' title='Halloween inspritation'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-2405532189483829094</id><published>2008-10-18T08:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T08:43:51.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A god's view</title><content type='html'>You have got to believe in some higher power when you see a view like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SPnoATTdHxI/AAAAAAAAAII/OjtrXxYq5N0/s1600-h/lake+norfork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SPnoATTdHxI/AAAAAAAAAII/OjtrXxYq5N0/s200/lake+norfork.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258489131811282706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-2405532189483829094?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/2405532189483829094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=2405532189483829094&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/2405532189483829094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/2405532189483829094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/10/gods-view.html' title='A god&apos;s view'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SPnoATTdHxI/AAAAAAAAAII/OjtrXxYq5N0/s72-c/lake+norfork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-5752586479285575318</id><published>2008-10-16T11:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T11:32:45.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempting fate</title><content type='html'>I am not the smartest person out there but I know not to tempt fate.  I have a feeling this couples fate is going to be really unattractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thou Shalt Not Steal may have been a better topic &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;FORT WORTH, Texas (AP) -- Authorities are looking for two people who allegedly stole a preacher's wallet and went on a shopping spree while he was giving a sermon about showing mercy to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rev. Rob Hamby was the guest preacher at Fort Worth Presbyterian Church on Sunday when his briefcase was stolen from the church office. Security cameras caught images of a man and woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What troubles me is that they would go to the church, not for help but to steal. I am shocked and frustrated that these people did it. But more than anything, I feel kind of sorry for them," Hamby said in Monday's online edition of The Dallas Morning News.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newspaper reported that about $2,000 in purchases were made on his credit and debit cards before he finished preaching, including the purchase of a $676 diamond ring. In addition to his wallet, Hamby's computer valued at $2,600 was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamby, who works as a campus minister at Texas Christian University, said he could have understood if the thieves used his credit cards to buy essentials but not luxuries that they did not need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what might just happen to this couple when fate or god decides to kick their ass?  I just hope I am nowhere within a 50 mile radius of these dumbfucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-5752586479285575318?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/5752586479285575318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=5752586479285575318&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/5752586479285575318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/5752586479285575318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/10/tempting-fate.html' title='Tempting fate'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-4382080065274014819</id><published>2008-10-12T16:42:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T16:54:41.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY TURKEY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SPJxsssjR3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oNCUL6OjRT4/s1600-h/bilde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SPJxsssjR3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oNCUL6OjRT4/s200/bilde.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256388727820994418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SPJxf2BKsLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5KDkiS6rK7c/s1600-h/0NDO9HCA3FX7NICA5ITP43CANKRBCFCA9G1I03CAEAHW41CAKEK3EJCA3MLQ1RCAQ4DO5GCA9IUV7DCA57WMMYCAOZ3Y3YCA1B77STCAOVYK5HCAZ87O6LCAHJ4G45CAU26MB1CA1YVU3DCASTKO38CAGI7CEY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SPJxf2BKsLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5KDkiS6rK7c/s200/0NDO9HCA3FX7NICA5ITP43CANKRBCFCA9G1I03CAEAHW41CAKEK3EJCA3MLQ1RCAQ4DO5GCA9IUV7DCA57WMMYCAOZ3Y3YCA1B77STCAOVYK5HCAZ87O6LCAHJ4G45CAU26MB1CA1YVU3DCASTKO38CAGI7CEY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256388506985083058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is that time again here in the Ozark Mountains....Turkey Trot!!!!&lt;br /&gt;This fun 2 days of bands, food, crafty stuff, food, parade, and did I metion the food, is here again.  I think this is the 86 or 87th year this has been going on.  &lt;br /&gt;I again got the privlige of walking in the parade with my girl scouts.  I luv my girls so even though my knee was killing me and I was ready for a stiff drink after I enjoyed myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the one part that I know some of my friends out there think is something out there and very funny is the throwing of the turkeys.  Yes we hillbillies throw those turkeys out of one of them there plane things.  If you catch it you gets to keep it.....FREE THANKSGIVING DINNER RIGHT THERE YA'LL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised I got some pics for my buddy Winter of said throwing...I tried to catch one but it was a little to fast for me.  Than the next one went on top of a building so that wasnt going to happen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SPJx_pdsHvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8BJmJNgMCbY/s1600-h/P2HA1LCAR3CTQ1CAOUMNNHCAL0Y8RICAYO6T88CA8G7D8ZCAEF1GS9CA4VHXY4CAPHKVKUCAR6YYDACAZ5JM9XCAY6HHOKCA9I2PV2CAW9OJTDCAZ5UG8WCAWZLNOBCA8XF4EOCAIFQGYWCAATRFWJCAH3N0S0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SPJx_pdsHvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8BJmJNgMCbY/s200/P2HA1LCAR3CTQ1CAOUMNNHCAL0Y8RICAYO6T88CA8G7D8ZCAEF1GS9CA4VHXY4CAPHKVKUCAR6YYDACAZ5JM9XCAY6HHOKCA9I2PV2CAW9OJTDCAZ5UG8WCAWZLNOBCA8XF4EOCAIFQGYWCAATRFWJCAH3N0S0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256389053370867442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SPJx4cMRsvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/o9AUcA9yz5Y/s1600-h/HNOM83CAJJVR9PCAVXVR9NCAU9H4X0CAGGP52ACAMU7ZNUCALOQCQGCADP1FYGCA5DFTDVCAX52U2GCAUWZMAHCATZYQ82CANAB9MMCAM1BUY0CAIKHT0QCAN9NVY7CAL370VCCA2METXLCAJTZB5ACA4E1PNK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SPJx4cMRsvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/o9AUcA9yz5Y/s200/HNOM83CAJJVR9PCAVXVR9NCAU9H4X0CAGGP52ACAMU7ZNUCALOQCQGCADP1FYGCA5DFTDVCAX52U2GCAUWZMAHCATZYQ82CANAB9MMCAM1BUY0CAIKHT0QCAN9NVY7CAL370VCCA2METXLCAJTZB5ACA4E1PNK.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256388929549087474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-4382080065274014819?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/4382080065274014819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=4382080065274014819&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/4382080065274014819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/4382080065274014819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/10/holy-turkey.html' title='HOLY TURKEY!!!!'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SPJxsssjR3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oNCUL6OjRT4/s72-c/bilde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-3793045785116733693</id><published>2008-10-09T12:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:34:12.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time time time</title><content type='html'>I never seem to have enough but when I do have it I am to pooped to use it.  Especially lately.  I have been trying to take 4 classes but it is just not doing. I have to drop Physical Science.  Not like I am not happy about this.  I have no freaking clue what I was doing in that class anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did find out some good news though.  I have 51 and half credit hours from all my previous attempts at college and the army.  I had no clue that I had done that much work.  I have the bill to prove it though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully these means that I am closer to graduating than I thought.  Even if it takes a year off of my time I would be happy.  I really want to get out there and do the whole teaching thing.  I also really want to coach a team my way.  Plus, if I can get a job that makes me happy that is a bonus.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess we will have to see what happens there.  I promised to get a video of the annual Turkey Trot dropping this weekend for my friends Winter and Shiny.  I am working out those details now and promise to post them here for all to see.  Hey maybe I will get more than 4 readers.  Wouldnt that be something??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-3793045785116733693?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/3793045785116733693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=3793045785116733693&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/3793045785116733693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/3793045785116733693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-time-time.html' title='Time time time'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-1034232057636198896</id><published>2008-10-05T09:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T09:48:29.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leader in training</title><content type='html'>Did you hear it again??  Yes that was me getting sucked intot he abyss called Girl Scouts.  Dont get me wrong, I think it is an excellent organization that I am proud to be apart of.  Teaches girls what some parnets forget to teach.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to teach my kid the right things.  Respect yourself, you have a choice in what is done to you and what you do to others, a leader is something to be proud of and take seriously, you got to take care of what is around you, and treat others the way you want to be treated.  So far it is working but she also is not the most popular kid.  I would rather see her with a core group of kids that are good rather than have a bunch that are shits anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went on a camping trip last weekend.  First, my ass doesnt fit inside a sleeping bag like it used to.  I was once able to do the nasty inside one during my army carrer.  Now though only nasty I am doing inside of one is making certain noises out my ass.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, even though my ass is not a normal small size it still can hike with the best of them.  They asked me to go on a little hike that was bout 1 and a little bit more long.  I had been on the trail before and said hell yeah lets go.  It has a great view at the end that is so worth the walk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get my little camo bag out and put what I need in it.  Knife, water, trail mix, flahslight, cell phone (I get all bars), camera, first aid kit, and more water.  Off we go and right away I hear, "Are we on the trail yet?"  There are woods all around us......No we are on the way to a freaking calm bake.  I kept the smartassness inside and said yes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept going and I swear I have never heard a bigger bunch of whinny kids in my life.  I was proud of my daughter though.  Not a word, she just kept trucking on.  I was even going so slow that she was wondering what was wrong with me.  I stopped 2 times so they could get pictures and take a drink.  Pictures check, drink of water no.  WTF!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the half mile marker they were ready to turn around.  Hell I dont even think we hit the half mile marker.  The other adults were like we better turn around now cause we have to make dinner and stuff.  We made freaking hot dogs people.  I started the fire to.  So much for lead by example for these girls.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I shouldnt bitch to much but come on.  You can walk a fucking mile people!!  I bet if we had been in a mall they would have walked my feet off.  I know I am bitching but damn I really hate that the girls could not see the view of the damn from the top.  Girl Scouts are supposed to want to take care of nature and see it to.  If I am wrong than so be it but honestly I dont think I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-1034232057636198896?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/1034232057636198896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=1034232057636198896&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/1034232057636198896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/1034232057636198896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/10/leader-in-training.html' title='Leader in training'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-3834584896804834390</id><published>2008-09-29T14:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:47:20.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Energy anyone??</title><content type='html'>I am drained and not feeling it.  I should be doing my homework but nah.  I got till Friday, I think, to finish it.  I work better under the gun anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;I really need to write out my post for the the bar but it just isnt coming to me.  &lt;br /&gt;I really need to get off my butt and do some repairs around here so I can get paid.  Cant save up for my next motorcycle if I dont.  &lt;br /&gt;I really need to spend more time with the kids together not seperate.  I just got done going on a camping trip with Liz's girl scout troop.  We had a blast but well considering it was the girl scouts there was no booze involoved.  Camping is so much better with booze.  &lt;br /&gt;I need to get some before my 2 games tomorrow.  The season is almost over.  Only 2 more weeks left so I can push myself through it.  My knees are killing me though so this might be intersting.&lt;br /&gt;OK I am off to go drive another buse route.  I am taking all the routes I can to get some extra moola into the house.  I missed some of the kids this morning so this might be an intersting experience.  All I can say is if you arent out there where we can see ya how you expect us to pick you up???  Least I didnt have to talk to the parnets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-3834584896804834390?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/3834584896804834390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=3834584896804834390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/3834584896804834390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/3834584896804834390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/09/energy-anyone.html' title='Energy anyone??'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-2571989315682529336</id><published>2008-09-24T18:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:55:40.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Voting women</title><content type='html'>THIS IS MOVING.  HOW QUICKLY WE FORGET.....IF ....WE EVER KNEW...... &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;WHY WOMEN SHOULD VOTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of our Grandmothers and Great-grandmothers; they lived only 90 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, it was not until 1920that women were granted the right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; to go to the polls and vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women were innocent and defenseless, but they were jailed &lt;br /&gt;nonetheless for picketing the White House, carrying signs asking &lt;br /&gt;for the vote. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the end of the night, they were barely alive. &lt;br /&gt;Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden's blessing &lt;br /&gt;went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of &lt;br /&gt;'obstructing sidewalk traffic.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lucy Burns)&lt;br /&gt;They beat Lucy Burns, chained her hands to the cell bars above &lt;br /&gt;her head and left her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping &lt;br /&gt;for air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dora Lewis) &lt;br /&gt;They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her &lt;br /&gt;head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate, &lt;br /&gt;Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and suffered a heart attack. &lt;br /&gt;Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging, &lt;br /&gt;beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus unfolded the 'Night of Terror' on Nov. 15, 1917, &lt;br /&gt;when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his &lt;br /&gt;guards to teach a lesson to the suffragists imprisoned there because &lt;br /&gt;they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson's White House for the right &lt;br /&gt;to vote. &lt;br /&gt;For weeks, the women's only water came from an open pail. Their &lt;br /&gt;food--all of it colorless slop--was infested with worms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Alice Paul) &lt;br /&gt;When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks &lt;br /&gt;until word was smuggled out to the press. &lt;br /&gt;http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/collections/suffrage/nwp/prisoners.pdf &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;So, refresh my memory. Some women won't vote this year because- &lt;br /&gt;-why, exactly? We have carpool duties? We have to get to work? &lt;br /&gt;Our vote doesn't matter? It's raining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I went to a sparsely attended screening of HBO's new &lt;br /&gt;movie 'Iron Jawed Angels.' It is a graphic depiction of the battle &lt;br /&gt;these women waged so that I could pull the curtain at the polling &lt;br /&gt;booth and have my say. I am ashamed to say I needed the reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these years later, voter registration is still my passion. But the &lt;br /&gt;actual act of voting had become less personal for me, more rote. &lt;br /&gt;Frankly, voting often felt more like an obligation than a privilege. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it was inconvenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Wendy, who is my age and studied women's history, &lt;br /&gt;saw the HBO movie, too. When she stopped by my desk to talk &lt;br /&gt;about it, she looked angry. She was--with herself. 'One thought &lt;br /&gt;kept coming back to me as I watched that movie,' she said. &lt;br /&gt;'What would those women think of the way I use, or don't use, &lt;br /&gt;my right to vote? All of us take it for granted now, not just &lt;br /&gt;younger women, but those of us who did seek to learn.' The &lt;br /&gt;right to vote, she said, had become valuable to her 'all over again.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HBO released the movie on video and DVD . I wish all history, &lt;br /&gt;social studies and government teachers would include the movie in &lt;br /&gt;their curriculum I want it shown on Bunco night, too, and anywhere &lt;br /&gt;else women gather. I realize this isn't our usual idea of socializing, &lt;br /&gt;but we are not voting in the numbers that we should be, and I think &lt;br /&gt;a little shock therapy is in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is jarring to watch Woodrow Wilson and his cronies try to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane so that she could be permanently institutionalized. And it is inspiring to watch the doctor refuse. Alice Paul was strong, he said, and brave. That didn't make her crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor admonished the men: 'Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, if you are so inclined, pass this on to all the women you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to get out and vote and use this right that was fought so &lt;br /&gt;hard for by these very courageous women. Whether you vote democratic, republican or independent party - remember to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History is being made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this on to all the strong willed women you know.  Are you courageous enough??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-2571989315682529336?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/2571989315682529336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=2571989315682529336&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/2571989315682529336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/2571989315682529336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/09/voting-women.html' title='Voting women'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-7734100812287087094</id><published>2008-09-22T19:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:00:18.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wanna know some where I dont think I will go.  Read on and guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PORTLAND, Ore. (AP) -- Portland Police took a waterfront Lady Godiva down a notch this week. Barely. They were getting calls about a nude skater whizzing past tourists and rush-hour commuters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can do that in Oregon, where occasional nude bike rides draw police only for crowd control and shows featuring live sex acts are protected as free speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skater, Gennifer Moss, aka Earth Friend Gen, asked organizers for permission this summer to skate naked in the city of Ashland's Fourth of July parade. She didn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police told her to tone it down after construction workers complained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moss donned a string bikini bottom for the nonce and skated on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police say most callers are concerned about her safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no other words I could say here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-7734100812287087094?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/7734100812287087094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=7734100812287087094&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/7734100812287087094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/7734100812287087094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/09/wanna-know-some-where-i-dont-think-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-3342055550975022459</id><published>2008-09-15T08:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T08:40:15.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok this is freaking funny stuff</title><content type='html'>This is funny stuff right here.  If you havent seen it yet you gotta watch this.  Tina Fey looks alot like Palin.  Plus u know that is really what Hillary is feeling like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://entertainment.msn.com/video/playern/?pid=2HLU_6evr__HBxqGVi6GzXEVAFNFvEq0&amp;GT1=42003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it and if it dont load up please go find it.  It is the opening skit from this past weeks SNL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-3342055550975022459?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/3342055550975022459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=3342055550975022459&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/3342055550975022459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/3342055550975022459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/09/ok-this-is-freaking-funny-stuff.html' title='Ok this is freaking funny stuff'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-1259325562705427294</id><published>2008-09-11T16:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:06:47.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What can you do when the state cant find its ass with both hands?</title><content type='html'>I am at a breaking point here and wondering what in the hell I should do.  I got a call form my doc saying something is just not right with my "womanly" part.  They dont know for sure what it is and want me to come in for more tests.  Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;First, I do care for myself so none of you tell me to hurry up and get in there.  I am working on it but cant really afford to go the doc.  Second, I have tried to get help to pay for it. The answer, well you are to young.  TO young to be sick????  WTF????&lt;br /&gt;I am working on the financing part of this.  The nice finance person says we can do payments with a certain amount up front.  I am making the appointment this week so we will see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;The part that really gets me is how I am to young to be getting help.  Like you have to be over 40 to get cancer or something that else bad.  Come on people that is government bullshit.  I know I am not the only one that has had to put up with this but it really is getting under my skin.&lt;br /&gt;I am just glad that I did not do what this person did though.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troubled teen left at Ark. governor’s office&lt;br /&gt;By CHUCK BARTELS • Associated Press Writer • September 11, 2008 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE ROCK -- A woman who worked at the mayor’s office in Jonesboro dropped off her 18-year-old “daughter” at the state Capitol in Little Rock along with a letter, telling Gov. Mike Beebe and his wife to take the girl in for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda Sipa had reached a point of desperation in trying to find care for the special-needs girl, who is the child of a relative, according to Sipa’s letter and people who have dealt with her on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sipa regretted her act later in the day, but by the time she called the Capitol to say she had made a mistake, the girl had already been taken in by a local agency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authorities said Sipa drove from Jonesboro on Monday to leave the teenager with the governor. A Capitol Police officer saw the teenager wandering the halls in the middle of the day and asked if she needed help. The teenager replied that her mother had told her to deliver some papers to the governor’s office and that she was waiting for her to get back from shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An officer called Sipa and told her to come pick up the young woman, but Sipa said she’d done all she could, according to a report by Capitol Police Chief Darrell Hedden.&lt;br /&gt;Beebe spokesman Matt DeCample said staff members were familiar with Sipa’s difficulties and had tried to provide the family guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This was not the first time we had heard about this case,” DeCample said, but added that the governor himselve was not involved in the matter.&lt;br /&gt;Hedden said in his report that Sipa wrote to Beebe that she had had increasing trouble caring for the teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She is all yours to try and figure out. All I ask is that you take her home with you for a week. You will see how sweet and innocent she can be,” Sipa wrote. But the letter said the teenager would also have bouts of difficult behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capitol Police officers brought the young woman to an assistance center in Little Rock on Monday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hedden said that after Sipa called from Jonesboro, he told her where the young woman had been taken and how to get in touch so she could bring her back home.&lt;br /&gt;Jonesboro Mayor Doug Formon said Thursday that Sipa had been turned away by five or six agencies from which she sought help in the last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There was always one thing that didn’t fit the puzzle just right,” Formon said. At least once, Sipa was told that she could get help if the young woman was 21 years old.&lt;br /&gt;“I think it was basically the bureaucracy of it all” that led Sipa to Little Rock, Formon said. “She has tried 110 percent over the last year to get her placed somewhere.”&lt;br /&gt;Formon said he’d spoken with Beebe and that the governor’s office had cut through some red tape and had placed the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Once it got to the governor’s office, they did take control of it. They are helping her now,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beebe’s office didn’t offer details on where the girl was Thursday and a spokeswoman from the Arkansas Department of Human Services didn’t return a call for comment. Sipa didn’t respond to a call for comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sipa was administrative assistant to the mayor but she submitted her resignation. Formon said he did not accept the resignation and that, after meeting with her Tuesday, he was trying to find a less stressful position for Sipa. In the meantime, she was on leave, he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW that is how you get someones damn attention.  Maybe I should just stand naked out front of the state run office that I called and wait for someone to ask me what I was doing.  Funny part I really think it wouldnt take that long and they would take my ass to jail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-1259325562705427294?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/1259325562705427294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=1259325562705427294&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/1259325562705427294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/1259325562705427294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-can-you-do-when-state-cant-find.html' title='What can you do when the state cant find its ass with both hands?'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-8885554594386517493</id><published>2008-09-09T06:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T06:58:30.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Redneck Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Fish flies out of lake, breaks Arkansas teen's jaw &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Advertisement&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So here is a story right out of my state.  One of those things you have to just be like wow.  Hell of a story you would have to come up with to.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish flies out of lake, breaks Arkansas teen's jaw &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE ROCK, Ark. (AP) -- It's a fishing tale that packs a wallop so strong it broke the jaw of a southeastern Arkansas teen and covered him in fish blood and guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth Russell, 15, of Crossett, was cruising Lake Chicot on a large inner tube towed by a boat when a Silver Asian carp leaped from the water and smacked him in the face. Seth was knocked unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He doesn't remember anything at all," the boy's mother, Linda Russell, said last week. "He was laughing, and the next thing he remembers, he is waking in a hospital."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teen has had oral surgery to wire several teeth together and still experiences back pain that doctors attribute to whiplash from the high-speed collision, his mother said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not the only one who's has a run-in with the "flying" Silver Asian carp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They do not fly, but they are quite good jumpers," said Carole Engle, director of aquaculture and the fisheries center at the University of Arkansas at Pine Bluff. "Over the past year, we have had some calls about fish jumping and causing injuries on Lake Chicot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Their jumping behavior is a problem, and their population appears to be growing there," Engle said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver Asian carp were first imported to the United States in the 1970s. Catfish farmers brought them here to remove algae and other suspended matter from their ponds. The Environmental Protection Agency started a program allowing cities to use the fish to help clean the water in sewer treatment plant ponds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now would you A)tell the truth or B)say something else that would make you sound a lot better than a fish jumped up and hit you in the face.  I guess you could say that things were cool and than you had to fight some dude half your size for your family's honor.  Yeah that sounds good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-8885554594386517493?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/8885554594386517493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=8885554594386517493&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/8885554594386517493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/8885554594386517493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/09/redneck-tuesday.html' title='Redneck Tuesday'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-3415368735621034143</id><published>2008-09-08T06:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T07:02:41.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hum</title><content type='html'>Ok this story made me laugh and wonder why.  I has to share it with you all so you to could laugh.  &lt;br /&gt;Man in wheelchair robs Texas 7-Eleven of condoms &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;DALLAS (AP) -- A robber rolled into a Dallas convenience store came armed with a bat and a knife. He left with a lot of condoms and an energy drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas police Cpl. Kevin Janse said Friday that a man in a wheelchair entered a Dallas 7-Eleven Wednesday afternoon, rolled straight toward the cash register and beat it with a baseball bat until it opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he didn't grab any cash. Instead, police say he stole 10 boxes of condoms and an energy drink before making his getaway Wednesday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janse says the suspect may have been homeless and was likely intoxicated at the time of the robbery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I guess what they say about Texas is right.  Everything is bigger in Texas, including stupidty.  Now if I only knew what he needed those for?  Ok on second thought, maybe I shouldnt ask why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-3415368735621034143?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/3415368735621034143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=3415368735621034143&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/3415368735621034143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/3415368735621034143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/09/hum.html' title='hum'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-3517901699718750518</id><published>2008-08-29T13:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:34:20.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew</title><content type='html'>So I was sitting there with my little guy and had the tv on.  We had just gotten done with "Tom and Jerry", one of his favs.  I turned it over to VH1 but it had on something stupid so flip up one and Fox news is annoucing that McCain has picked an VP.&lt;br /&gt;I thought ok he is going to pick a black guy or some semi young white guy.  That would be like a death axe in my view.  Instead he picks a Woman!  WOW!!!  That was out of leftfield for me.  Seems Mr. McCain is smarter than he let on.  That my friends is the right move.  &lt;br /&gt;Got to somehow get that Hillary vote to their side.  He is listening to some smart folks if he is going after that vote to.  Most of them where looking to do their level best to get the Democrats into a frenzy at the convention.&lt;br /&gt;Now let's see about this chick.  Has 5 kids, one with down syndrome.  After she had the kid was back into the office within 3 days.  Likes to hunt, fish and does alot of outdoors stuff.  Will tell ya straight up if you wrong.  You can ask those that she kicked out of office for doing the wrong thing.  Palin has a almost 90% approval rating in her state.  &lt;br /&gt;Ok I am impressed by her.  Seems Mrs. Palin has her head on straight and actually listens to her state folks.  Isnt that a new thing in polticis. This move has made me really start to look at the candiates a little more.  &lt;br /&gt;Do I want to vote for someone that just grabbed a white guy to try to get the good ole boy vote.  Or do I want to vote for the old white guy with a woman that is not going to take shit?  Damn this is going to be a tougher vote than last election.  I really hope I do better this time than last time.  I really screwed up voting for damn W.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-3517901699718750518?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/3517901699718750518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=3517901699718750518&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/3517901699718750518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/3517901699718750518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/08/who-knew.html' title='Who knew'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-5358962853843175655</id><published>2008-08-26T06:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T06:42:03.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reneck Tuesday</title><content type='html'>OK I have found a story worthy of rednecking.  Imagine this but it was in my own state.  I know hard to imagine in Arkansas but we do have plenty of rednecks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dynamite sale: Explosives at Ark. estate sale  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYFLOWER, Ark. (AP) -- Auctioneers preparing for an estate sale Saturday morning made an explosive discovery among the china and other items up for bid - a suitcase full of military-grade explosives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rusted, padlocked suitcase sat alongside a porcelain coffee service set, decorative enamel-finished eggs, a vintage gas-powered model of the 1965 Chaparral II race car prototype and other goods at the backyard sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auctioneers finally opened the suitcase just before the sale and found three blocks of military-grade C-4 plastic explosive, two tubes of a similar plastic explosive, a blasting cap and some dynamite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workers quickly called 911 and the Conway Fire Department's bomb squad collected the materials. The bomb squad put the aging explosives inside a special container and drove them out to an isolated spot to destroy them, district chief Jon McMahon told the Log Cabin Democrat newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auction went on as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faulkner County sheriff's office Maj. Andy Shock said the explosives had deteriorated over time and likely were at least 15 years old. Shock said that age put the C-4 at the outer limits of its shelf life if it had been stored under dry, ideal conditions. The major said the explosives likely weren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shock said some of the items at the estate sale belonged to a U.S. Navy veteran who recently died. He said deputies continued to investigate the incident, but charges weren't likely as the presumed owner of the explosives is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just in case there was any doubt, Faulkner County Sheriff Karl Byrd made sure to stress that owning dynamite or plastic explosives without permission is "definitely illegal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And here I thought it was a good idea to have that TNT.  Never know when you might need to blow the hell out of something.  My only question is why did the guy have it?  Was it a a memory from the good ole days in the Navy?  Hell I served to but didnt bring home anything that could blow the hell out of myself and others as a reminder.  Why couldnt he just buy a coffee cup or t-shirt like the rest of us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-5358962853843175655?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/5358962853843175655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=5358962853843175655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/5358962853843175655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/5358962853843175655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/08/reneck-tuesday.html' title='Reneck Tuesday'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-4186789528911183358</id><published>2008-08-25T08:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T08:30:12.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a crime spree I tell ya!!</title><content type='html'>I cant help but post this.  I know some of you will be like well duh dumb shits.  Now let me tell ya before you say that remember I live in the woods here and everyone leaves their cars and trucks unlocked.  I lock mine cause I got in the habit of it when I lived in Iowa.  Big cities equal that I know.  Just read and than tell me duh you dumbshits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spree of theft from mostly unlocked vehicles in Mountain Home and rural Baxter County is likely the work of the same thief or group of thieves, according to Baxter County Sheriff John Montgomery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Montgomery said Sunday he began collaborating with the Mountain Home Police Department last week when the spree spread from the Indian Creek in Mountain Home to the Contemporary East subdivision in Baxter County that adjoins the city. He noted that cars and trucks parked at camp sites and marinas have also been the target of thieves. A common thread runs through many of the incidents, the sheriff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the vast majority of these incidents the victims left their vehicles unlocked," the sheriff said. "I think what we have here is someone walking through neighborhoods checking parked vehicles and stealing whatever they find from the ones they find unlocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I believe it's the same thieves moving from one neighborhood to the next," the sheriff said. "I'm confident we're going to catch them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spree includes theft Thursday of a 38-caliber Smith and Wesson pistol from an unlocked vehicle at the residence of Kenneth Treat on Magnolia Court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A GPS unit owned by M.B. Moore of Mountain Home was stolen from Moore's unlocked vehicle parked outside his residence on Holly Grove Drive in Mountain Home. A garage door opener in the vehicle was then used to enter a garage where property valued at $650 was stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sheriff said vehicles were ransacked in some cases and it is unclear if anything was stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mountain Home Police Department took theft reports last week on properties worth a combined total of about $3,000 dollars from five vehicles in Indian Creek subdivision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sheriff said the best and most immediate defense is to lock vechiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I told you that you would want to say duh.  Yeah we aint the smartest folks in the world but these dumbasses are going to get their ass shot.  That older lady up in Pennsyilvia that did that last week aint going to have nothing on what these folks around here are going to do.&lt;br /&gt;The funniest part to me is that the majority of folks that live around here now all retired from up by Chicago or some other big city.  Now tell me why you wont lock your car when you have to have one that is almost fucking bullet proof to drive through certain parts in Chi-town?  The amazing things people do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-4186789528911183358?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/4186789528911183358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=4186789528911183358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/4186789528911183358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/4186789528911183358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-crime-spree-i-tell-ya.html' title='It&apos;s a crime spree I tell ya!!'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-6040097931849084367</id><published>2008-08-22T06:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T06:59:24.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing damn you sing</title><content type='html'>I was flipping through channels the other day and came upon Ellen Degrenes doing her thing.  She had a intersting point on a sad affair.  Why dont people sing anymore in their cars?  Majority of the time they are either talking on the phone, putting makeup on or shaving.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on people like you really dont have enough time to shave before you get out the door.  I am guilty about talking on the phone but only when I need to.  Makeup no way and shaving ummmm not in the car.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am already the one you see jamming along.  I have cd's made for just the occasion.  One for before softball and after.  When I am feeling like singing a little ABBA goes a long way.  My ipod is jammed packed full of songs that I know and love.  Nothing like rapping along with Snoop while you are on the way to a doc's appt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asking everyone i know to hang up, put the marscra down and dont even think bout shaving.  Lets get back to the time when you would turn on the radio and jam.  Put a Cd in and sing along to your fav songs.  You know you want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-6040097931849084367?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/6040097931849084367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=6040097931849084367&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/6040097931849084367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/6040097931849084367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/08/sing-damn-you-sing.html' title='Sing damn you sing'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-1719138282513789476</id><published>2008-08-18T17:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:26:19.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Redneck Tuesday</title><content type='html'>OK this isnt exactly major rednecking but this ranks up there with smooth move ex-lax.  Basically what I say when someone pulls a redneck moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RENO, Nev. (AP) -- Fire investigators have come up with an unusual cause of a blaze that damaged a home in Reno - spider killing. Reno Fire Battalion Chief Rick Kajans said a teenager was using fire to try to kill spiders Sunday afternoon when he accidentally set a fence on fire that then also burned part of his home on Neil Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire burned through a wall and damaged a kitchen ceiling before firefighters put it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kajans said he doubts the 17-year-old boy will be charged with any crime because the fire is being ruled accidental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's think about this one.  Fire plus being in a freaking desert surronding.  Naw nothing can go wrong.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if this would have been my kid we would be taking back anything special he has...dvd's, TV, playstation and the like.  Somebody is going to be paying for that shit to be repaired.  Oh look you just volunteered dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I be mean?? I dont think so but hey the only way to keep your kids not pulling dumb shit is to keep them in line.  I luv mine but also am not afarid to kick their ass when they need it.  Have a good Tuesday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-1719138282513789476?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/1719138282513789476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=1719138282513789476&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/1719138282513789476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/1719138282513789476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/08/redneck-tuesday.html' title='Redneck Tuesday'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-8752530376191788341</id><published>2008-08-13T07:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T08:01:53.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Support group</title><content type='html'>HI my name is Mary and I am addicted to blogging.  This is my first time admiting that.  Wow what a weight off my shoulders.  I have only been blogging for a couple months but it has just sucked me in.  IS it wrong that I have to read my blogs first before I go to work or everything feels off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt find anything worthy enough to post for renecking Tuesday.  Nobody did anything stupid enough I guess.  That means it was a slow week for the cops.  There was the Model T truck wreck.  Somebody lost some money on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of money I need to find a way to get some more.  I have been applying for other jobs just trying to find something that actually pays me.  This job is a soul sucker.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect example of this, my boss got a e-mail from one of my tenants.  This one is someone that is always on edge.  Has some issues that I am not even touching.  Anyway she complained about things that we had either A. taken care of or B. were in the process of being taken care of.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can understand that she is mad that someone keeps getting into her place.  She is thinking it is her sister cause they only take like a movie or something like that.  We have changed her lock twice now and not charged her for it.  Her window needs to be fixed but they dotn even make the damn thing anymore.  We have had our Head maintenance guy informed of this for 2 months now and he has yet to show up.  How is that my fault??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wish is that she would just seriously take us at our word of we are doing everything possible to help.  Only thing left for us to do is camp outside her door when she is not there.  Yeah I have a life so not doing that.  The police have even stepped up their patorling of our place for her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anybody has any ideas on what I can do I am open to hearing them.  Not much more I can think to do but I am opening myself up for any suggestions.  IF bloggnation cant think of something than I am doing everything right.  That would be a first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-8752530376191788341?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/8752530376191788341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=8752530376191788341&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/8752530376191788341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/8752530376191788341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/08/support-group.html' title='Support group'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-6603051925008987992</id><published>2008-08-07T08:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T08:44:07.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak me out Thrusday</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone enjoyed my Redneck Tuesday moment.  I will be trying to find the perfect redneck story to put up every tuesday from now on.  Just remember, you can be a redneck even in the city....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy Winter did this color test and I thought why not.  Lets see what BS it blows out.  Ok never saying that again.  Talk about hitting shit right on the head.  &lt;br /&gt;"Feels obstructed in her desires and prevented from obtaining the things she regards as essential." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How the hell did they know that??  IT went on talking about my relationships and crap that hit it right to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Delights in the tasteful, the gracious, and the sensitive, but maintains her attitude of critical appraisal and refuses to be swept off her feet unless genuineness and integrity can be absolutely vouched for. Therefore keeps a strict and watchful control on her emotional relationships as she must know exactly where she stands. Demands complete sincerity as a protection against her own tendency to be too trusting.&lt;br /&gt;Demanding and particular in her relations with her partner or those close to her. but careful to avoid open conflict since this might reduce her prospects of realizing her hopes and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Feels that she cannot do much about her existing problems and difficulties and that she must make the best of things as they are. Able to achieve satisfaction from sexual activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circumstances are such that she feels forced to compromise for the time being if she is to avoid being cut off from affection or from full participation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeks affectionate, satisfying and harmonious relationships. Desires an intimate union, in which there is a love, self-sacrifice and mutual trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needs to protect herself against her tendency to be too trusting, as she finds it is liable to be misunderstood or exploited by others. Is therefore seeking a relationship providing peaceful and understanding intimacy, and in which each knows exactly where the other stands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that me.  Those bastards know way to much about me.  It makes me feel like someone is looking over my shoulder.  *Turns looking out window*  I am going to be on my toes all damn day now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to be the only one freaked out by this.  Ya'll go try it to: http://www.colorquiz.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-6603051925008987992?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/6603051925008987992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=6603051925008987992&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/6603051925008987992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/6603051925008987992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/08/freak-me-out-thrusday.html' title='Freak me out Thrusday'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-8104554724253717619</id><published>2008-08-05T12:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T12:14:12.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Redneck way to get the man to do the dishes</title><content type='html'>I couldnt help myself cause ladies we have all been to this point before just never was crazy enough to do it.  Read on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Midway woman was arrested Monday for allegedly shooting at her boyfriend for not doing dishes and laundry, according to a Baxter County Sheriff’s Office news release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://clk.atdmt.com/APM/go/108598182/direct;wi.160;hi.600/01/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 5:30 p.m., authorities responded to the domestic disturbance on Buford Road.Michelle L. , 28, allegedly told offers she had shot twice at her boyfriend, Mark W. , 43, of Mountain Home, according to the release. The two started arguing and during the fight, Michelle grabbed a .22-caliber pistol and shot at Mark twice as he was running away through the yard, according to the release.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle allegedly told officers she only shot twice because that was all the bullets that were in the gun and that he was lucky she missed, according to the release. Officers discovered there were more bullets in the gun but it had misfired after the first two rounds were discharged, according to the release.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle was charged with aggravated assault on a family member, a felony, and public intoxication, a misdemeanor. She later was charged with terroristic threatening, a felony, after telling officers at the jail that once she was released, she was going to shoot Mark and kill him, according to the release. She remains in the Baxter County jail with bail at $100,000.&lt;br /&gt;Mark was charged with assault on a family member, a misdemeanor. He was booked into jail and released after posting a $505 bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok yeah it proably does happen elsewhere but where else would the chick be that stupid and say I going to kill the bastard after I get out of jail.  Yeah sometimes the hubbie pisses me off but not that much.  I at least got to give her a small clap for giving the guy a running start.  Nothing like running prey to get the blood pumping. &lt;br /&gt;There is my redneck tuesday moment.  Hey that sounds like a good idea.  RT anyone??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-8104554724253717619?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/8104554724253717619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=8104554724253717619&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/8104554724253717619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/8104554724253717619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/08/redneck-way-to-get-man-to-do-dishes.html' title='Redneck way to get the man to do the dishes'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-9045326648820008400</id><published>2008-08-04T07:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T08:21:48.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Bear</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone had a good weekend.  I was by myself with my boys the majority of the weekend.  My little girl was a busy chicky this weekend.  A trip to Celebration City in Branson and than church yesterday.  I am surpised she even woke up this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got something very beary special from my friend Winter.  I got Beared!!  Wow that sounds bad.  Reminds me of a joke that I am not going to share.....this time.  She was given it by Karl and he by Dawg.  The orginal bear giver who seems to love the Vermont Bear Company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO basically the rules are pretty easy:&lt;br /&gt;1.  The Beary Best Award is given to those people who we want to know we care… just because&lt;br /&gt;2.  See rule #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apileofdogbones.com/index.php/site/just_be_bear/" target="_blank" title="Just Be Bear"&gt;&lt;img src="http://apileofdogbones.com/pawed/bearybest.jpg" width="125" height="125" border="0" alt="You Are The Beary Best" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here on my people that I believe should get this lofty present:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Winter....of course.  She has pimped me out how can I not give this to her.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Shiny B....Luv ya girl even when you have no idea what is happening.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Jen... Even though we dont talk as much as we used to I still luv's her and wonder where my book is??? ;)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Charlene....She does so much for others.  Throwing a little luv her way should be the perfect thing to let her know that it all ok.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Christy.... my sister and a lurker here.  Come on sis, I dont have that many readers.  You gotta at least show some comment luv my way once.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Stacy.... Sister in-law that I give it up to.  I can stand Damon only for a little.  You being married to him is power to ya *throws fist in the air*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would give one to my hubbie but he dont read my blog.  Which in hindsight is a good thing.  I need a place to bitch, make fun of and plot ways to kill him.  OK the last part is a little exterme but hey better to be prepared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll try to keep cool today and remember to give your loved ones a hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-9045326648820008400?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/9045326648820008400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=9045326648820008400&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/9045326648820008400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/9045326648820008400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend-bear.html' title='Weekend Bear'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-4241828536994284754</id><published>2008-07-28T15:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T15:58:47.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny at wally world</title><content type='html'>Oh shit I got a great story for ya'll.  If I wasnt laughing so much I would have taken a picture but you cant do that when you are laughing so hard you cry.  And just so I can get it out right now here is my disclaimer: I love my hubbie I truly do but I cant help but laugh when he is in pain.  Sorry honey.&lt;br /&gt;Now the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little girl Liz was at church with mom and I thought it would be good to take Josh and Mac with us to a nice lunch.  Whatever Josh wanted.  I felt bad cause he is the middle child and well he can get lost in the mix.  That is he would if he would shut up.&lt;br /&gt;SO he picks chiense and away we go.  Closest is in Mountain Home and that is 20 minutes away.  We get there and just our luck get the tail end of the church crowd.  Personally think it is a great time to go cause at a buffet you get the freshest food than.  Bad part is how dang noisely those folks are.&lt;br /&gt;We eat and than go to Walmart to look at all the Thomas tank engine toys.  These are my Josh's fav along with any thing on wheels.  He was looking and telling us everything he wanted for his b-day which is at the end of December.  After picking out everything and than some I thought it would be cool to show him the big Hulk hands.&lt;br /&gt;You know the big green ones that when banged together say things like "HULK SMASH" &amp;amp; "HULK MAD."  He loves them and wants them real bad.  Well I was looking at Mac and making him smile when I hear this squeal.  I turn and see Derek on his knees holding his crotch right there in the middle of Wally World.&lt;br /&gt;OK I a bad wife cause rather than make sure he is ok I started laughing.  I did take the gloves away from Josh though.  Especially after he hit him again in the head and back.  Best part was when he hit him the loveable gloves said,"HULK SMASH!!" &lt;br /&gt;I know you are laughing dont lie.  I still am and this was yesterday.  When Derek finally said something it was, "I think I have ovaries now."  It took about 30 minutes until he felt semi normal.  I am sure it will take days until something even funnier takes it place or he gets smashed in the balls again by his sons.&lt;br /&gt;I just thought ya'll would enjoy this small peice of my life.  It isnt all roses but there sure are some hellious burst of daisy's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-4241828536994284754?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/4241828536994284754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=4241828536994284754&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/4241828536994284754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/4241828536994284754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/07/funny-at-wally-world.html' title='Funny at wally world'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-1670750266594459937</id><published>2008-07-26T08:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T08:35:56.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamma Mia here I go again!!</title><content type='html'>I saw the movie last night and cant get the songs out of my head.  I just wanna shake my ass and sing as loud as i can.  And none of ya'll tell me you havent heard a ABBA song and not wanted to.  They are just to danceable to not want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the touring broadway version and was worried that they would screw it up....thank god they didnt. They made it to make you laugh, cry and want to sing and dance, just like the broadway one. I love this version and will own it as soon as it comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meryl Streep has an amazing voice. The way she can sing the song and push out the emotions to is wow. IF she does not get an oscar nod for this they have no freaking clue what they are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chritisan Baransky, who you may remember from that show Cybill or the grinch's love interst in the Jim Carrey version, is a great cougar in this one. I loved her parts. My fav charater though is Rosie played Julie Walters. She has been in some of the Harry Potter movies as Mrs. Weasley. She is a freaking hiliarous person. Always has a quick comeback or funny word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you wanna go see a movie that is perfect for a girls night out or even just to have a good time SEE THIS ONE. Yeah you will come out of the theater singing to. Dont lie ya'll know some of the words to a ABBA song. Go see this one!!!&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-1670750266594459937?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/1670750266594459937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=1670750266594459937&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/1670750266594459937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/1670750266594459937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/07/mamma-mia-here-i-go-again.html' title='Mamma Mia here I go again!!'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-8530886973577284964</id><published>2008-07-23T20:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:29:52.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fun fun b-day</title><content type='html'>The 24th is my b-day.  On that day my mother was pushing me out into this world.  I couldnt have been easy.  I am going to have to thank her for all the pushing.  I thought for my b-day post I would fill it up with some stupid facts from the year I was born, 1977.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menduo was formed.  Yes the latin sensation of never ending boys.&lt;br /&gt;Annie Hall was a hit.&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Carter tripped his way into the Oval office.&lt;br /&gt;Fleetwood Mac released Rumors&lt;br /&gt;The Clash released their first album&lt;br /&gt;The first Apple II computers go on sale&lt;br /&gt;INXS is formed in Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never mind the bollocks heres  the sex pistols &lt;/em&gt;is released in the UK&lt;br /&gt;Atrai 2600 game system released&lt;br /&gt;Freaking Dustin Diamond other wise known as Screech was born during this year.&lt;br /&gt;Liv Tyler was also born&lt;br /&gt;Phillip K Wrigley died Yes the gum dude&lt;br /&gt;The king Elivs Presely also died, long live the KING&lt;br /&gt;Lynard Skynard members, Steve &amp;amp; Cassie Gaines and Ronnie Van Zant die in a plane crash&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Chaplin also passed away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON my actual day of birth Led Zepplin plays their last US concert in Oakland, CA.  The band crew gets in a fight with the promoters crew that resulted in arrests of many inculding the drummer John Bonham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I ended the facts with death &amp;amp; a fight but heyI aint going to live forever.  Ya'll have a super day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-8530886973577284964?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/8530886973577284964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=8530886973577284964&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/8530886973577284964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/8530886973577284964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-fun-b-day.html' title='fun fun b-day'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-5239336872088078875</id><published>2008-07-12T09:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T10:21:31.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OK I can do this</title><content type='html'>I was checking out my girl Winter's blog and really enjoyed her take on this tag.  I thought hell I can answer these questions.  I at least I can.  Might have to rack my brain a little for some of the answers but hell I didnt drink last night I can do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you ten years ago?&lt;br /&gt;  I cant not actualy tell you the exact place cause I was proably hung over or drunk but I know I was in Fort Hood, Texas.  I was serving with the army.  I worked hard and played even harder.  You name the bar there I may remember being in it.  If not I was proably in it but todrunk to remember.  Yes I drank a lot but I also did alot of cool things there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things on your to do list&lt;br /&gt;    1.  Fold the clothes. &lt;br /&gt;    2. Move the book case.  This is going to be a hell of a job.&lt;br /&gt;    3.  Just relax.  Nto much to do thsi weekend and Hubbie is gone to National Guard.&lt;br /&gt;    4.  Keep house clean&lt;br /&gt;    5.  Softball pratice this weekend.  My woman's league team is going to have a least one before the league starts Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places you have lived&lt;br /&gt;   Mannhiem, Germany:  Got to live there for 4 months.  The army is a great way to see the world.&lt;br /&gt;     Fort Hood, Texas:  Yeah Texas is a wild state.&lt;br /&gt;     Camp Edwards, South Korea:  Another Army post.  Sometimes I wonder what the hell they were thinking sending a 19 year old there first.  I got to see some cool things but also learned to drink ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;      Huxley, Iowa:  This is where my hubbie is from.  It was ok but way to flat for me.  My joke was yes I live where you can watch your dog run away for 3 miles.&lt;br /&gt;       FLippin, Arkansas:  Where I live right now and my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Bad habits&lt;br /&gt;   1. Drinking.  I can stop but when I do drink I seem to drink alot.&lt;br /&gt;   2.  Temper, Temper.  Only took me...hell I still have a bad temeper but I have learned to control it.&lt;br /&gt;   3.  I eat to much junk.  I have tried to eat better but come on.  Veggies or choclate? &lt;br /&gt;   4.  I am stubborn.  If I think I right than it will take you moving a mountain to prove I am wrong.&lt;br /&gt;   5.  Hummmm.... might soudn bad but honestly dont know what else I have bad habit about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 jobs you’ve had&lt;br /&gt;   Gas station clerk:  Ugh is all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;   Truck/bus driver:  In teh army but also a little in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;    Shirt factory:  Cant remember the actual name of the job but all I did was iron shirts than send them onto packing.  It sucked.&lt;br /&gt;    McDonald's:  Yeah this job blew.  Only lasted a few months and that was to long.&lt;br /&gt;    Production line at a specialty bio-agronomic and colorant products compnay:  Ok this job really blew.  I would help mix the shit that lined the football stadiums and stuff like that.  HTe other thing was products that would get rid of deer, help farmers know where they sprayed and the worst, make little dye that would go ito ponds at golf courses so it woudl makle it blue and kill alge.  The last one sucked the most.  You would be inthis room all day and come out looking like a fucking smurf.  You would have to shower with this special stuff to scrub it off and even sweat it out later.  Blue sweat freaks people out.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;How was your blog named?&lt;br /&gt;   I just thought I had ot put my 2 cents into it.  Everyone has a view of something so why not price it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I do if I was a billionare?&lt;br /&gt;   All the things on my to bucket list first.  Visit Ireland and Scotland.  The land of my family. Take which ever of the Bar bitches that wants to go to.  I know they will put mirrors on top of their shoes, it ok someone has to do it. &lt;br /&gt;Build my dream house of course.  Help out my family with some of their dreams and give them good jobs within my company. &lt;br /&gt;BasicallyI would work hard to keep it for my kids but also enjoy it and give to others to try and make a difference.  If I can help change one persons life for the good than I would count myself successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that is it.  I would proably write more about the money thing but Mackers is yelling at me.  Poor guy is so abused let me tell ya....pffftttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-5239336872088078875?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/5239336872088078875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=5239336872088078875&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/5239336872088078875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/5239336872088078875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/07/ok-i-can-do-this.html' title='OK I can do this'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-6867919814788471267</id><published>2008-07-09T16:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T17:41:26.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work...yeah I could live without it</title><content type='html'>The last few days have been so busy for me that I dont know what I did today.  I know I got to sleep in today but that muscle relaxer I took is the reason for that.  Plus it was raining and I love to sleep in on those days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me recap my week so far.  Monday I was finshing up my painting and attempting to get it ready for a new renter.  For the new readers I am a maintenance chick while my hubbie does the office work at a 32 unit complex.  Yeah we the back asswards couple but it works.  It takes alot to get a place looking new when the last time it was I was like 14. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked for 10 hours Monday not only working on #28 but i also fixed other things.  Kitchen facuet...check.  Leaking AC unit.... check.  Helping to hang curatins....yeah check.  OK got done with that day and on to Tueaday.  Oh yeah the fucking grass needs to be cut....shit.  As you can tell I really hate cutting my grass.  I live on a hill and plus living in Arkansas means we grow rocks.  I got all the big mowing done, only took 3 hours.  Got the push mower out and pulled the cord...nothing.  FUCK!!!!!!!!!  It broke and I really dont feel like fixing it cause it is a pain the ass.  More trouble than it would be worth so I get to talk the boss into buying a new one.  Yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that killed my mowing.  Not to bad of a thing considering it was freaking 92 yesterday.  Bad part was my yard looks like crap around the office which is important.  Praying that my boss doesnt show up this week.  IF so I am so screwed.  She is a loomly figure that yes scares the shit out of me.  I call her my momma that can fire me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of Tuesday was basically me trying not to get sick cause I was feeling like crap from my sinuses and oh joy of joys Aunt flow came to visit me after a nice break from her.  11 months of not having to deal with bloating, cramps and the other stuff was nice.  I finally felt better after a nap and some gatorade.  So i finished # 28 for good and gave up the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i woke up late and felt like crap.  My back didnt hurt though so that rocks.  I had to the health unit and thank god that didnt take long.  Than I got to go to Walmart and yeah that was fun.  Than back to work I go.  Oh wait, I got calls about my student loans.  I faxed them everything they needed and by that time it was lunch.  After a quick corndog it was off to paint the next apartment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked the rest of the day just prepping the place for me to.  Now I am finally done but oh yeah I get to pain tomorrow.  It is only Wednesday and I wanna go on vacation again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-6867919814788471267?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/6867919814788471267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=6867919814788471267&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/6867919814788471267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/6867919814788471267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/07/workyeah-i-could-live-without-it.html' title='Work...yeah I could live without it'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-4805053900643310890</id><published>2008-07-03T07:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T07:07:26.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SGzA4bFrZZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wuJ2CTSkQlM/s1600-h/mac+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218758143792342418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SGzA4bFrZZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wuJ2CTSkQlM/s200/mac+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SGzA4z_YjwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hOohbXx5X6U/s1600-h/mac+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218758150476828418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SGzA4z_YjwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hOohbXx5X6U/s200/mac+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SGzA5COeLkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZEPgOg3ShYo/s1600-h/mac+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218758154298207810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SGzA5COeLkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZEPgOg3ShYo/s200/mac+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SGzA5tefZSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Ng522gCfGzU/s1600-h/wedding+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218758165908120866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SGzA5tefZSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Ng522gCfGzU/s200/wedding+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SGzA52sy55I/AAAAAAAAAGM/vKPpUm8-G8c/s1600-h/wedding+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218758168384038802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SGzA52sy55I/AAAAAAAAAGM/vKPpUm8-G8c/s200/wedding+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couldnt help myself. Here are more pics of my little guy Mac and the wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-4805053900643310890?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/4805053900643310890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=4805053900643310890&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/4805053900643310890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/4805053900643310890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-pics.html' title='More pics'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SGzA4bFrZZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wuJ2CTSkQlM/s72-c/mac+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-1445978654993888275</id><published>2008-07-02T18:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:25:38.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation??? What's that???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SGwZrsixVkI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1ZZxN3_gX3U/s1600-h/wedding+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218574306697631298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SGwZrsixVkI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1ZZxN3_gX3U/s200/wedding+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SGwZtkIDJ0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/rCwrojoFQr4/s1600-h/wedding+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218574338797807426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SGwZtkIDJ0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/rCwrojoFQr4/s200/wedding+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SGwZuJJFJ6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/9li0Y1cqbtc/s1600-h/wedding+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218574348734244770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SGwZuJJFJ6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/9li0Y1cqbtc/s200/wedding+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know I was out of town this past weekend. I traveled up to the great north for my little brother's wedding. I also had the privilege of actually meeting Shinygal. I loved the minutes I got to spend at the wedding and Shiny's house. It was all the traveling that I hated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pics are of my little brother Matt and his beatiful wife Georgia.  It was a awesome ceremony and fit with these 2 perfectly.  I am so happy that my little brother found the perfect woman for him.  I am also happy that our family's get along.  Now I know that everyone is happy with their spouse's I can concertate on my marriage.  Always the big sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SGwZqY9l59I/AAAAAAAAAFM/JuARlmgrfuE/s1600-h/wedding+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218574284261550034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SGwZqY9l59I/AAAAAAAAAFM/JuARlmgrfuE/s200/wedding+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to my visit with my girl Shiny.  I think we have been talking online for almost 3 years now and this is the first time we have met.  She is just as cool in person as online.  Just so ya'll know, she is not nearly as shiny in person either.  We had a few moments but not nearly as many as online.  Shout out to ya Shiny!!  Thanks for a great time and remember, you want to come down I got ya girl.  I promise to find a strip club here to so we can meet a Bubba ;)  Zues needs some company in our memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-1445978654993888275?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/1445978654993888275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=1445978654993888275&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/1445978654993888275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/1445978654993888275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/07/vacation-whats-that.html' title='Vacation??? What&apos;s that???'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SGwZrsixVkI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1ZZxN3_gX3U/s72-c/wedding+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-8191482377323435477</id><published>2008-06-21T14:24:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T14:52:32.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fam appreciation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SF1YR2O3ieI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Qir5BwfseZc/s1600-h/DSCN0750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214421007203797474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SF1YR2O3ieI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Qir5BwfseZc/s200/DSCN0750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SF1XNZWs9fI/AAAAAAAAAEs/am6RXurbcfU/s1600-h/DSCN0812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214419831220925938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SF1XNZWs9fI/AAAAAAAAAEs/am6RXurbcfU/s200/DSCN0812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SF1XjUSVUDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oVTXo3lnigg/s1600-h/DSCN0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214420207817543730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SF1XjUSVUDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oVTXo3lnigg/s200/DSCN0809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading my buddy Winter's blog today and thought she was right.  Apericate what you have ya never know when you wont have it anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my kids drive me nuts but hell I was going to lose my mind anyway one day.  Now they have put me in the express lane to nutsville.  The hubbie has helped of course.  I think he put me in the fast lane there.  The furball has helped in his own special kitty way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I am going nuts i still wouldnt trade the ones i love for anther family.  I can honestly say that I have one of the most beatifully screwed up families thanks to me.  I have worked hard to pay them back for the driving me nuts.  Always giving here in arkansas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3713726109616249897-8191482377323435477?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/8191482377323435477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=8191482377323435477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/8191482377323435477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/8191482377323435477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/06/fam-appreciation.html' title='Fam appreciation'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SF1YR2O3ieI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Qir5BwfseZc/s72-c/DSCN0750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-7457209024693125240</id><published>2008-06-10T15:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T16:15:44.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On my own</title><content type='html'>On my own..... Ok that the only line to the song I know.  It is repeating over and over again in my head though.  Basically I am putting blah, blah in the middle part.  Just another thing for me to fret over and think about.  Oh joy.  Great now i have the happy, happy, joy, joy song in my head.  At least I know Ren and Stimpy, you idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek is in San Antoino right now learning which button to hit.  2 weeks of training so he knows which button to push to tell everyone else something is coming.  Hell I should have become a radar operator.  I could so do that.  Proably go bat shit crazy within 2 hours though.  TO much sitting around.  My ass is big enough without adding to it like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac has been having some bad days lately.  He got some bad gas bubbles that just wouldnt come out.  I thought we had them out on Saturday but I was so wrong.  Sunday I was almost to tears with the frusation.  He was crying almost all day long.  The 10 minute cat naps got real old real quick to.  I of course called my mom and begged for help.  After a little dose of gax relief he was fine.  Went right to sleep the rest of the night.  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that my middle child is being a shit.  He just plays so hard that he doesnt want to come inside to go poop.  I have washed way to many icky britches lately.  I have decided I get grossed out boy you are going to get grossed out.  He now cleans up the poop he leaves everywhere else.  He is even starting to do his own laundry.  I dont think he enjoys it as much.  Tomorrow will be Yep already lost my mind so why not enjoy it.  One day I just might find it but really doubt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-7457209024693125240?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/7457209024693125240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=7457209024693125240&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/7457209024693125240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/7457209024693125240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-my-own.html' title='On my own'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-841715178040756541</id><published>2008-05-23T15:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T15:41:16.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Porn Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SDcqgPYRS_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/e6Hzd6sioB8/s1600-h/porn+name.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203674627822406642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SDcqgPYRS_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/e6Hzd6sioB8/s200/porn+name.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SDcrK_YRTAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ZjHPEw_9akw/s1600-h/new+techie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203675362261814274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SDcrK_YRTAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ZjHPEw_9akw/s200/new+techie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was finally getting time to check on all the spots I go to on the computer today. I was over at Katie Mac's site and she suggested a place to go for a laugh. My sense of humor is back now because of this wonderful suggestion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prime example is the delightful little pic at the top. someecards.com is a funny ass place. Found a few cards that are just perfect for me to send out to my lovable bitches. You know who you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Winter I know you will appreciate the other one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many more on the site.  I laughed and yes downloaded some of them.  I thought about dong it for my mom's b-day coming up but honestly she doesnt have my warped sense of humor.  In other words I dont want to hear, "Mary Elizabeth, what were you thinking?"  I hear that enough trust me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3713726109616249897-841715178040756541?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/841715178040756541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=841715178040756541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/841715178040756541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/841715178040756541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/05/porn-name.html' title='Porn Name'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SDcqgPYRS_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/e6Hzd6sioB8/s72-c/porn+name.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-2091919084371802962</id><published>2008-05-21T13:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T13:55:48.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life sucks</title><content type='html'>Usually I wouldnt say that but this time it does.  I like to work with what I got and make the best of it but today I just cant.  Sometimes it feels like I am faking it but honestly I dont even have the energy to do that.  What tops it off is the fact that Spence aint here for me to cry on.  I am having a hellious day and just hoping that it ends soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found the right vechile for my family.  I have only been looking for 8 months.  If you are going to be paying on a something you better make sure you really want it right?  Well I just happened across a minivan that was within my price range and had the miles on it we wanted.  I cant afford a new one but a good used one is fine for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into the delarship this morning at 8:30.  I really wanted to look at this van and talk to my buddy that worked there.  He is a service manager so he knows what is happening with the cars around there.  It was ok'ed and the thing drove great.  Even has power everything.  I loved the doors being powered.  I would know that they are at least clsoed all the way no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was going great until the money talk started.  I do have bad credit and will the first to say so.  I even told them so actually.  It for sure took a bit out of my ass.  No way was the word we got back from every credit place.  I have the money and am payingoff the folks I owe.  Even the finance person was wondering why.  I understood and let it go.  Still decided to go to my bank and try there though.  Yeah the went as bad as the car place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO instead of me being a minivan mom I am still driving around a truck that I wonder how much longer I can egg it on.  I have put over $500 into repairs on it within the last few months.  I even get to take it back to my mechanic and get more done.  It is bad when your mechanic calls your truck the blazer from hell??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all this Mackers has been super fussy lately.  I just am not making him happy during the day.  I either dont feed or hold him enough.  I am fine with just putting him down and letting him cry for awhile but there is a limit.  I have already went past it and now am into furstated bout to pull my hair out phase.  I need a break!!  To bad spence wont be home until oh yeah the 31st.  *banging head on wall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my mom is home tonight.  I need to talk to her and maybe I'll get a hug.  If not I am coming home and having a drink.  I have some yummy Parrot Bay rum drinks that will do me just fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-2091919084371802962?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/2091919084371802962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=2091919084371802962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/2091919084371802962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/2091919084371802962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-sucks.html' title='Life sucks'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-3475366485490280471</id><published>2008-05-16T12:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T13:00:20.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My hubbie, the ass</title><content type='html'>Did you hear that??  Yes that is me sighing.  Lord knows I love myhubbie but he is a huge ass sometimes.  He is one of the smartest adn dumbest people I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you know that hubbie is the national guard and has to be called away from time to time to serve.  He is gone for his 2 weeks this month.  2 weeks of me in charge of everything around here.  The office, kids and maintenance, all on me.  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been scheduled for awhile now.  He knew he had to go but did he finish his work before he went.....HELL NO!!  For 2 weeks prior to this I asked him if it was done.  Reminding him that it needed to get done.  His answer was it will.  *looking at the stack of paperwork on desk*  Freaking liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now not only do I have to make sure the kids get everywhere they need to go, the empty apartment got cleaned and rented out, recertifications of leases done, grass mowed, baby taken care of, house cleaned, laundry done, food cooked, dishes cleaned, and basic maintenance of the apartments,I also have to recover from having Mackers.  Nope got nothing to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Derek, if you are reading this, you are in a shit load of trouble.  This summer is going to be hell on you and dont even think for one second you can complain about shit.  You are going to be the babysitter, office worker, and basic bitch for me.  The only perk you will get out of this summer is seeing your brother.  You sure the hell arent getting any sex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-3475366485490280471?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/3475366485490280471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=3475366485490280471&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/3475366485490280471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/3475366485490280471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-hubbie-ass.html' title='My hubbie, the ass'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-3505752318295079247</id><published>2008-05-09T09:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T10:17:15.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mackers</title><content type='html'>That is what I call my little guy.  He makes this smacking sound when he is feeding so hence the name.  Considering that the only thing I am doing right now is taking care of him and healing up that is what i am going to write about.  In other words if you dont want to hear a new gushing over theri new kid run now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Mac is my third kid but I swear I have never had a more content baby.  Here is a perfect example, right now he is laying down beside me in his boppy sleeping.  He knows I am beside him and that is enough for him.  Sometimes he is just so relaxed we actually have to check to make sure he is breathing.  Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we started out with our morning feeding at 6.  I was up anyway so no big.  Plus the boy is letting me sleep during the night so yeah for me.  Only have to feed him every 4 to 6 hours at night so I am lucky.  After we feed he just sat on the couch with me watching sportscenter.  Yes that is my kid for sure.  He actually got mad cause I turned the channel to check on the weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the kids were gone he decided to take a morning nap.  He got on the boob again and after getting nice and full he let go of me and laid back.  I snuggled in with him thinking hey maybe I can get a nap.  That would have worked but he of course had to go pee.  Yeah the diaper was on but not tight enough.  Pee came streaming out the front like a flood.  UGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least I can say he got a bath this morning.  After that he has been feeling good.  Nice and quiet, asleep in other words.  Figure I have about 30 more minutes before feeding time.  Which of course is his fav time.  I can tell he is part Derek.  He loves his booby and dont tell me he doesnt think it is his. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago Hubbie came over to ask me a question and of course give his boy a kiss.  Mackers was well macking the boob.  Derek leaned down to give him a kiss on the head and Mac stopped feeding looked at his daddy and pushed him away.  He wouldnt start feeding again till daddy left the boobby area.  Seems Mackers is very protective of his mobile milk bar.  Just like his daddy, he loves the boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully that made ya'll laugh.  Mackers makes me laugh at least 2 or 3 times a day.  I am just waiting for him to get older and see what he does.  He may be quiet now but that dont mean nothing in this family.  At one time I was quiet to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-3505752318295079247?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/3505752318295079247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=3505752318295079247&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/3505752318295079247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/3505752318295079247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/05/mackers.html' title='Mackers'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-9065356621529338985</id><published>2008-05-03T08:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T15:21:48.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Had the baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SBxioyKXytI/AAAAAAAAAD0/yrKI0BUTowk/s1600-h/Mac+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196136522878274258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SBxioyKXytI/AAAAAAAAAD0/yrKI0BUTowk/s200/Mac+baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah that be the Mac baby. He cute huh? It feels weird having him beside me instead of in me. I used to have to calm him down so i could type. Now I have to make sure the binkie says in his mouth. Heck of a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me tell ya this baby is the one that if I wasnt getting fixed before I sure would now. Never again would I go through that. You couldnt pay me enough to either. We started out at 4 wednesday morning. Yeah I was actually awake that early. My mom was with me and had coffee going. I was in my room with that wonderful stupid gown on before 430.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bigggest complaint at that time was how with all our wonderful medical advances can we not get a gown that is more comfortable. I dont know about you but I really dont want all the world to see my ass unless I want them to. That gown leaves no room for you to even try to keep it covered. Not like it makes that much of a differnce when you are getting checked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway I am all hooked up to the stuff that gets you started. My mom is sitting there with me and we are just chilling out. Watching the news and talking. Things are starting to happen slowly so I am not really worried about anything yet. Hubbie was taking the kids to school. Once he showed up for some reason that is when the pain really kicked in. Does that sound funny to you to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank god the doc came in when they really started to get bad. Plus Derek was really hating how much I was tweaking the hell out of his thumb. Poor guy, like i care. Problems started after he gave me pain shot though. The little guy's blood pressure started to drop low. The doc was of course worried but I told him no problems. I at least knew what was happening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Mac started to work with us and everything was fine. Mainly as long as I stayed on my right side. Yeah I was worried but if these folks that had spent tons of money on getting the education to get this done right were right there watching me the whole time. I just kept breathing through it and holding onto Derek's hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the real pain kicked in. Oh wow, it sucked big time. Breathing was fine but I wanted my epidural. Dont think I didnt get it either once I started calling for it. I of course didnt kill him but I made sure he knew I was in real pain. Once I got that I relaxed majorly. Easy to do when you cant feel your lower half. Derek was happy about it to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is when the problem really got bad though. His pressure started going down and wouldnt come up. You could feel the tension just skyrocket among the doc and nurse. I knew what was happening then it was what came next that sucked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was rushed into the OR to get a c-section. I have never been more scared in my life. I just wanted to know more of what was happening. I can not deal with it if I dont know. One moment I was relaxing in the room the next I was spread out on a table getting asked if I felt sleepy and to just keep breathing the O2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was knocked out not to much after I asked what was happening. The nurse looked at me and told me not to worry everything would be fine. Ok I have been on drugs for awhile so somebody tell me how the hell I am supposed to know what is going on? The last thing I remember is her squeezing my hand and rubbing my head. Oh and me crying. I was scared shitless. Who wouldnt be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am told I was knocked out about 2 hours. All I can tell ya is I woke up and felt colder. Seems my little guy is a hell of a heater. They let my hubbie into the recovery room even though they werent supposed to. He told me exactly why I was operated on. It seems his cord had gotten wrapped around his poor little neck. No wonder I was rushed in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now everything is fine and I have a very healthy eater on my hands. He is actually squeaking at me to feed him again. Only on a 2 hour roatation. My poor boobs are killing me. So I will leave you with one of the photos of my new kid I really like. Mac a winking at all you hotties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SBzI9SKXyuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-ntkd74Msy8/s1600-h/Mac+baby+winking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196249025251625698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SBzI9SKXyuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-ntkd74Msy8/s200/Mac+baby+winking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-9065356621529338985?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/9065356621529338985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=9065356621529338985&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/9065356621529338985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/9065356621529338985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/05/had-baby.html' title='Had the baby'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SBxioyKXytI/AAAAAAAAAD0/yrKI0BUTowk/s72-c/Mac+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-5123998864340854308</id><published>2008-04-29T07:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T08:18:48.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>V-Chip madness</title><content type='html'>My hubbie made me laugh already this morning.  Usually it takes a little bit to but not today.  In the morning rather than trying to figure out what is happening in the world he loves to watch JAG.  You know that show about the military lawyers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he took the boy to school and came running back in about 7:45.  I was looking at the Bar and he asked if I was watching the TV.  I can multitask so hell yeah I watching.  He took off upstairs turning the kids tv to JAG.  Less than 5 minutes later he comes back down pissed.  I looked at him and asked what was wrong.  "Stupid v-chip wont let me watch.  Why in the hell did we get that in a tv?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I laughed.  I couldnt help it.  He just proved why we have the kids tv with a v-chip in it.  They dont need to see some of the crap on.  I dont need them to be strippers until much later in life.  Actually I dont want her to be it at all but you just never know what life will throw at my kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to make sure that my kids know what is riht and what is wrong.  I have a lot of examples around me about how to do it right and what it looks like wrong.  So many people just seem to give up when things start getting rough.  I keep plugging away and tell my kids to do the same.  Our family rule is that you never give up.  No matter what, you never do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some parnets look at me and you can read the disapproval in their eyes.  Why do they think I am being hard on my kids?  I think I am doing fine screwing them up my way.  Liz has really taken the lesson to heart.  I dont even have to tell her the rule anymore.  I just ask her what we dont do.  She answers and gets back in there and does it.  Makes me feel great when she does get whatever she thought of was hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lesson today is the v-chip works.  Teach your kids good lessons.  Oh and laugh at your hubbie or whoever you love as much as possible.  It makes things better.  But hey that is just my 2 cents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-5123998864340854308?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/5123998864340854308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=5123998864340854308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/5123998864340854308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/5123998864340854308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/04/v-chip-madness.html' title='V-Chip madness'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-5318435352349186060</id><published>2008-04-25T08:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T08:44:07.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hurting!!</title><content type='html'>Today is just not my day.  Actually last night was when it all started.  All I was trying to do was come down my stairs and get a drink.  Next thing I know I am sliding down them like I was trying to steal 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not on my belly so dont freak out.  I guess my foot just slipped and next thing I know down I go.  I tried to grab onto the rail but my hand just slid right down that sucker.  My right leg bent back and slammed down on the steps.  So my right knee and ankle are now both swollen.  IT hurts to even move the suckers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My right knee is already messed up from all the softball I have played so this was something not needed.  I should have had it repaired a couple years ago but without insurance there is just no way I can afford to.  A couple thousand dollars just to get it looked at and told yep it screwed up.  No shit sherlock, that is why I came to see you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst part is when I had to get up to go pee in the night.  With a big kid on my bladder I have to use the potty more than once during the night.  It hurt just to put my foot off the bed.  Needless to say I did get up but wow it took a little bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funniest part was my daughter got up early this morning so she could catch the bus and came in there to make sure I was ok.  I was working on getting up so I could yet again go to the potty and had yelped.  I told her what happened and of course she had to check out the knee.  After getting my get better kiss, I tried to get up again.  OOOOWWWW!!!  She looked at me with all seriousness and said, "Mom you got to get up.  I can not bring the potty to you.  That is just gross."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I laughed.  What else can you do.  I agreed with her and got up.  The only thing I can think of is well there goes my retirement.  Guess I am on my own once I hit that age where I need her to help me out.  I am thinking that I better push them a little harder in school so they can get really really good jobs and take care of my old ass.  If not boy I am going to be a super nasty ass senior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i have something to look forward to in my old age, I have to go potty, again.  I really can not wait until I have this kid.  I am sick of getting up and going potty every hour on the hour.  Instead I want to get up every 2 hours and change a nasty baby ass and feed him.  Boy isnt my life something to be jealous of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-5318435352349186060?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/5318435352349186060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=5318435352349186060&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/5318435352349186060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/5318435352349186060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-hurting.html' title='I hurting!!'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-24029649118298023</id><published>2008-04-23T08:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T08:25:45.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day, still have the belly</title><content type='html'>Yeah still have not popped.  I am techinally due tomorrow but I was hoping for a early baby.  Is it honestly to much to ask for?  Not like I havent done this 2 other times.  I could have so been happy about a baby that actually came a little early.  Better than giving him all this time to get to that 10 pound mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say something that has been bugging the crap out of me.  I watch the morning news program and I swear at least 2 times a week they would have a story about what pregant woman should not do.  Ok thanks for the heads up but little advice, have a chick go on there and tell us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want some old or young GUY tell me not to drink more than so many ounces of this or that.  HELLO, it is a guy telling a WOMAN not to do something.  If a guy would have left me alone when I told him to, I wouldnt be in this position like I didnt want to be.  See my point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want some body with a dick bewteen their legs telling me what to do.  You are not the one that has to go through ankles swelling, cramps, pratice contractions, the real contractions, strech marks, not being able to bend over, your ass getting bigger,  and to top it all off the basic ripping apart of your va-va.  Yeah I really want to hear from a MALE not to do something that makes me happy.  Do the words FUCK OFF mean anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have alot of aggression right now.  I cant ride my bike and it has been so nice.  Plus, gas prices are so high I would be more than happy to ride my bike to go do the little things.  Full tank of gas in my Blazer is costing me $50.  My bike would like $10.  Hell of a difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant really play softball and there was a tourney this past weekend to.  Guess I was the talk of the tourney to.  They are so used to seeing me at all the tourney's that when I dont show people wonder.  I wish I could have been there to.  Had some people I knew that wanted me to play with their team.  They have been the best team the last coupel years running so I was super pumped to be asked to play with them to.  Stupid belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better now that I have ranted and raved.  Please all pray or just cross your fingers for me.  I really want to have this kid and soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-24029649118298023?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/24029649118298023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=24029649118298023&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/24029649118298023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/24029649118298023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-day-still-have-belly.html' title='Another day, still have the belly'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-4775852271395454702</id><published>2008-04-17T19:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T10:32:57.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on Kid</title><content type='html'>Yeah I still knocked up. No popping yet. Everyday expects me not to show up at the softball game. They all expect to get a phone call saying sorry having a baby. To bad my kids all come late. Thank god my doctor already has said that we will not let this kid go that long. I almost kissed him when he said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubbie has told me I am on maternity leave.  It seems I am a little short tempered with well everyone.  I thought I was doing a great job at keeping my hormornes in check but guess not.  I only blow up at him.  I do not let all my anger out at people that are to stupid to do what I told them to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am super bored and have already taken a nap.  I have only been on it for 2 days but this sucks.  I am not a person that likes to sit still for long.  I gotta be doing something or I will go nuts.  That is why I agreed to drive a bus up to Branson tomorrow for the band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already heard it from the hubbie so no one else is allowed to bitch at me.  I am not even close to popping, doc said so.  Why cant I try and make some extra money that the family needs?  We are about to have an extra mouth to feed, cloth, and take care of.  I figure we need all the money coming in that we can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like we are going to Silver Dollar City.  The place is expense to get into but it has a bunch of stuff.  Most folks buy a 3 day pass just so they can do and see everything.  Only bad part for me right now is the place is on a hill.  Shit that is going to suck for me trying to walk around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking that I could use this to try to help the baby out though.  Go on a couple rollar coasters, walk all over and than go on that one thing that takes off straight up into the air.  Yeah if that dont make the baby come out nothing will.  Oh I forgot, I am not stupid.  I dont ride that stuff anyway.  Guess I will just have to wait for natural, painful, screaming in agony child birth.  Oh joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-4775852271395454702?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/4775852271395454702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=4775852271395454702&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/4775852271395454702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/4775852271395454702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/04/come-on-kid.html' title='Come on Kid'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-1432302778115791396</id><published>2008-04-14T12:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T13:00:10.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a shot!</title><content type='html'>I can not wait to hear that again.  I especially cant wait for me to say ok and down it.  I know that sounds like I am an acholoic but honestly why cant a person just want a drink?  I bring this up cause of the new video of Hillary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this humanize her?  Hell yes it does.  Does it change my view of her?  Hell yes it does.  How can it not?  She has been like the evil witch this whole election year.  She is even looked upon around here, as the woman that is to good for us Arkies.  Didnt exactly hurt my feelings when she changed her state.  No big loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on I always thought she was just some chick that had to move the the "big city" to feel comfortable.  I will say it right now, we dont have huge cities here but Little Rock is nothing to sneeze at.  Plenty of folks but you can still get that hometown feel.  How is that bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that she is running for the one position that scares me I wonder if she really is that down to earth.  Did I maybe rush to judgement cause of her snubbing of my home state?  Yeah proably did.  Not proud of it cause I really try not to but this time I did.  Now I better put those thoughts aside and try to see what exactly she is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all should.  I can understand waiting to see who exactly will be the democratic winner but why not see what they are about right now.  My hubbie is a die hard republician so I am going to have to really watch out for him putting his 2 cents into it.  This is the only time where I really dont enjoy being around him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I better start watching CNN or Fox and start to get to know the folks that want to run the world.  If not I'll pull another stupid and vote for someone that is an idiot.  Just what we need someone else in the white house that doesnt know snot about the public.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-1432302778115791396?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/1432302778115791396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=1432302778115791396&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/1432302778115791396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/1432302778115791396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/04/have-shot.html' title='Have a shot!'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-6548025263013713851</id><published>2008-04-12T08:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T09:22:00.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend of Joy</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning and I was up at 7. I sit here and think wow that is sleeping in for a mom of 2. Plus considering I woke up 4 times last night to go bathroom. That is more than normal so maybe I will have this kid soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of wondering if I am going to have a kid soon, I also have to worry about my sister's house. She lives just right off the White River. I love her place and plan on renewing my vows in her backyard with the river behind me. Right now I wonder if it will be flooded out. With all the rain we have gotten our lake is really really full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen it this full, ever. Flood level is 695 feet and we are at 692. That alot of water in a really big ass lake. They were talking about opening up the flood gates on Bull Shoals Damn. So I meet up with my mom and stepdad at the vistors center overlooking the damn. We waited for 2 hours!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened cause they decided that 8 genators running just might do it rather than opening the flood gates. In other words we are going to make money and not just let the water out. Imagine that, the government trying to make money. Only thing I worried about is that they will change their minds and give us only a hour to get down there and get the important papers and of course my sister's shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SADEQqvacbI/AAAAAAAAADk/KGzKWCJrCo4/s1600-h/norfork+damn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188362561360916914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SADEQqvacbI/AAAAAAAAADk/KGzKWCJrCo4/s200/norfork+damn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is of Norkfork Damn with all 12 floodgates open.  That is alot of water coming out.  Bull Shoals has even more and they were only talking about opening up 4 of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the part of yesterday that cracked us up. My sister tells us to get the 3 file cabinets that have all the important papers in them. Check, can do. Than grab her shoes and underwear. HUH?? Wouldnt you rather have your picture ablums and all your clothes? I dont know how about the huge ass plasma TV you just bought? No grab her shoes and underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dont know how to take my sister sometimes. I mean I love her but if my house was going to be flooded I would want my pictures and of course the important papers first. Than I would try get my clothes and after that well whatever I grabbed. I guess I just think of the stuff that is important to me. Maybe her shoes are that important. I question the underwear thing but I wear regular ole white ones so who am I to question her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I sit here and wonder if I am going to have to go and save the precious underwear.  If I do dont think I am not going to make fun of her for it.  If I could I would be waiting at the airport with a hand full of them and just yell at her.  "CHIRSTY, I SAVED YOUR UNDERWEAR!!!!"  Wouldnt that be fun to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-6548025263013713851?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/6548025263013713851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=6548025263013713851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/6548025263013713851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/6548025263013713851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/04/weekend-of-joy.html' title='Weekend of Joy'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/SADEQqvacbI/AAAAAAAAADk/KGzKWCJrCo4/s72-c/norfork+damn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-1845717923253761101</id><published>2008-04-10T10:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T10:34:07.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAH BLAH BLAH</title><content type='html'>Not much is happening in my world but I thought why not write something anyway.  Never know when I will go into the hospital.  I know I would love for it to happen like now but my luck sucks so that aint happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our fav TV shows, at least in this house, is coming back next week.  Deadliest Catch is coming back with those same old salty captains that make me laugh.  Sig on the Northwestern is just a funny guy.  Yeah proably wouldnt think it if I worked for him but that is the best part of reality TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come next Tuesday my hubbie will be home looking for it.  For the last 2 weeks he has come home from dance class with Liz asking the same question.  Is it on?  How many times does a person have to say that it comes on the 15th?  Swear if I didnt love him so much I would make sure he missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to make this a short post cause the kid is kicking the crap out of me.  Funny how he was calm until I started typing.  Swear me keeping my laptop on my lap is not a good idea right now.  He really hates this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-1845717923253761101?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/1845717923253761101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=1845717923253761101&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/1845717923253761101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/1845717923253761101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/04/blah-blah-blah.html' title='BLAH BLAH BLAH'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-8484931722576872228</id><published>2008-04-08T09:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T11:10:52.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My team, god what characters</title><content type='html'>I have been helping coach the high school softball team since last year. Last year's team had the wrong kind of attitude that killed their talent. I still thought they were great kids but just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; live up to their potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/R_uOv3T2bhI/AAAAAAAAADU/JZsTMhAWBuc/s1600-h/08+warriors+kat+batting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186896348799462930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/R_uOv3T2bhI/AAAAAAAAADU/JZsTMhAWBuc/s200/08+warriors+kat+batting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this year's is something different. They have the right building blocks to be a great team. The seniors keep it positive but not always. The charter part comes from how easygoing they are. How else can I explain one of them mooning me with her pink thong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our record shows that we can win but not always. Last night is a prime example of that. The team we played was well WOW. Their pitcher alone is one of those girls who really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want to face. When she can throw a 60 mph fastball at ya, you really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want to get hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our girls went in there and tried to hit it but well we only had 2 hits to show for it. She had a wicked change up that made my eyes bug. Yeah we tried to pick up on her little things she did but how can you when it is the coach calling it? I was impressed by them and just hope that next year they wont kill us as bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did better than the year before so I see that silver lining. We just have to get them to keep pushing to be better. Keep pushing to have the right attitude. Keep finding that killer attitude that you need to play ball. I know the young players have it but just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; push it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that sounds like a lot of pressure to put on high school freshman but it is the way you have to do things. I had it and never doubted that I should have it. That is just the way it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; done at my high school. If you were on a team than you had a high standard to go for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is a good thing to have though. After you leave high school you have to have that self determination to do your best. Why not help them find that little part of them inside that will do that? I can yell at them one minute than talk to them just like I would any other person and make sure they understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if we all pushed ourselves a little more than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of the problems we have right now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; be a problem. I want my kids to push themselves and never settle for anything but the best. I am not only talking about the kids that i have but also those that I sort of "adopt" from my teams. Push your self to be more than average. Demand more from yourself. That is what I try to teach those girls with character everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-8484931722576872228?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/8484931722576872228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=8484931722576872228&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/8484931722576872228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/8484931722576872228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-team-god-what-charters.html' title='My team, god what characters'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/R_uOv3T2bhI/AAAAAAAAADU/JZsTMhAWBuc/s72-c/08+warriors+kat+batting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-1416689795117279425</id><published>2008-04-04T10:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T10:38:35.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Close to the end??</title><content type='html'>I know I havent been on the computer in a few days.  I havent been feeling well and basically was sleeping alot.  Been taking 2 or 3 naps a day on top of as much sleep I can get at night.  It seems I am at the end of the thing called pregancy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while I still feel like a whale, I dont really feel that tired.  I know I will still take a nap today but right now I feel good.  Best I have felt in awhile actually.  I even used the energy to pack bags not only for me but also for the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked to Liz and Josh this morning to make sure everyone knows their jobs.  Liz grabs their overnight bag, toothbrushes, and brushes.  Josh grabs the bag with toys and books in it.  I have the bag for me and the baby packed.  Yeah we as ready as we can be.  TO bad Derek is going to be at National Guard this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a hell of a time for him to have to serve his country huh??  He has to be there though so there is no way he can talk his way out of it.  I understand why he does it.  I have been there before and missed things that I wish I wouldnt have.  We have cell phones and I know he will burn up the minutes this weekend.  Derek is only going to be 3 hours away though so hey he can make it back, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go see my mom tonight and make sure she will actually answer her phone this weekend.  Looks like she just turned into the number one coach until Derek gets there.  I have got to remember not to hit her.  I am pretty sure that she would hit me back and wouldnt that make for a beatiful first picture with my new little man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister of course wants to be there to so this might get intersting.  Especially considering she is talking about going to Branson to shop.  Well there is my number 2 coach gone.  Funny how this weekend might get real intersting real quick.  Wonder if little sis can talk her way out of whatever ticket she will get trying to get back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I am not on next week than we will all know what happened.  You cheap bitches better get those baby presents to me too.  I am registered at Wal-Mart online and here is a site that has something I really would like: &lt;a href="https://www.mack-shop.com/mti/VALUE/Itemdesc.asp?CartId={2BE7BE72-ADAD-4FC1-AA09-E26EVERESTA8C449EB7}&amp;amp;ic=M3827%2D6MO&amp;amp;eq=&amp;amp;Tp"&gt;https://www.mack-shop.com/mti/VALUE/Itemdesc.asp?CartId={2BE7BE72-ADAD-4FC1-AA09-E26EVERESTA8C449EB7}&amp;amp;ic=M3827%2D6MO&amp;amp;eq=&amp;amp;Tp&lt;/a&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you will buy me something funny.  You bitches are the funniest folks I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-1416689795117279425?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/1416689795117279425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=1416689795117279425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/1416689795117279425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/1416689795117279425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/04/close-to-end.html' title='Close to the end??'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-7633233376507151188</id><published>2008-04-01T10:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:37:46.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer Cat</title><content type='html'>I have had a action packed morning already.  My boy had a little accident at school so we had to run some clothes to him.  After that I have been catching up on my paperwork and doing the never ending chore of laundry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all this was going on my cat was outside trying to act like he is all big and bad.  First off let me describe my furball.  Einstein is his name but that to me is a freaking joke.  Smartest cat in the world??  I think not!!!  He falls off of windowsills.  Jumps into places that he shouldnt and knows he shouldnt cause he has done it before.  Best thing is he just doesnt have any common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my cat.  He has been my buddy ever since I got him and is a huge lover.  Always coming up to me when he knows I need a little extra love.  Actually always coming up to me when he wants love is more like it but it calms me down.  He even snuggles with me when it is time to go to sleep.  Yes my furball knows when bedtime is and he is a creature of habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today though he tried to be a killer.  We have a lot of bunny rabbits in our neighboorhood.  We also have squirrels and deer to.  We seem to have one rabbit family that lives real close to the apartments though.  Last year momma rabbit dug a hole, which I always seem to find with my bad ankle.  She would put her babies in there for safe keeping and go out and do momma rabbit things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found the bunnies last year and left them alone.  You just can not mess with them at all or momma will smell our scent on them and not take them back.  The baby bunnies were gone the next day and all was right with the world.  This year she dug up a new hole, oh joy, and put her babies in there.  It is right in front of a family with 3 boys apartment.  I am just happy those boys have left them alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tha is until this morning when Einstein decided to become a killer.  There were 3 bunnies in there yesterday and only one left this morning.  Stupid furball picked up the last bunny and tried to eat it, in front of my office!!!  I heard this squealing noise and thought a baby bird had fallen out of a tree.  No big happens all the time plus I was right in the middle of talking to a potential resident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than the mom that lives in the apartment that had the bunnies in front of it comes running in to tell me my cat is trying to eat the baby bunny.  Oh what the fuck!!!  I of course run outside cause well to be honest I am amazed my cat would do that.  This is the same cat that runs away from the small spiders in my house.  He will look at us like we have lost our minds when we tell him to get the spiders and ants.  Now all of a sudden he wants to kill a bunny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I do love the cat but I couldnt let him eat a small defenseless baby bunny.  I am not even that cold hearted.  Yeah I will eat the hell out of some rabbit stew but those are rabbits that are grown just for that purpose.  I am pretty sure that rabbit was not born for that purpose.  At least not yet anyway, maybe a few more years than something will get it, but not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually threw rocks at my furball and got him to leave it alone long enough for us to get the bunny.  The potential resident lives out on her mom's farm and said she could take the bunny out there and take care of it.  That right there is proably what will save that little bunnies life.  My cat was watching us with big eyes just waiting for us to drop it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just amazed that my stupid furball would become a killer of something when I cant even get him to help kill spiders.  Guess it just goes to show ya that you can ever know the true intent of something.  At least not until something big happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-7633233376507151188?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/7633233376507151188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=7633233376507151188&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/7633233376507151188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/7633233376507151188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/04/killer-cat.html' title='Killer Cat'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-7013616956560821706</id><published>2008-03-29T20:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T20:39:04.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The joys of pregancy</title><content type='html'>First off that is the biggest pile of bull I have ever titled.  This is my third and there are no joys.  Stretch marks, swelling feet, a little body pushing all over inside of you, and of course than there is the awful fun time of having it.  Yeah joy my ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See just another thing not so freaking joyus to, how big your small ass gets.  I used to be a hot number but kids killed that one.  I dont want to hear it from you skinny bitches either how all you have to do is excerise.  Some of us are not built to look like you havent had a kid at all after a month.  Some of us are built with big hips that are just waiting to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at pics of me back in the day when I first met my hubbie.  Damn I was fine!!!!  Not skinny but built.  I had big boobs than to so getting free drinks was easy as hell.  Now I get pity looks when I am with my kids and get free extra fries.  I am so not turning them away so back off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about how I am so close to the end.  How I will go from feeling like a alien is about to pop out of my stomach to wishing I could just sleep all night long.  Than it is off to potty training and making sure they know there is no monster under the bed.  After that it seems they just shoot up and out.  Boyfriends and girlfriends, acting a lot older than they are, arguing cause i am destroying their life, wanting a cell phone and being a total drama queen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it will only get worse with age but sometimes I wonder if this isnt like the ulimate test.  Like us suriving having kids and going through everything isnt God's little way of making sure we are right.  I know I better have soem extra credit already going.  My 2 are going to kill me at a early age so I need all the credit I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am just in that stage where I am not only nesting but also thinking well what if this happens.  I know I shouldnt be thinking like that but I cant help it.  It is a little fear that is just right there waiting for you to look at it.  I figure if I dont address it than it will just sit there and eat away at me.  Better to face the fear than to just act like it doesnt exist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will write a letter to Derek out and put it away and hope he doesnt have to read it.  I have done it with all my kids.  As soon as I get home I destroy it but it just makes me feel better to have them.  I think it is the only thing I have neer actually told Derek about.  I know I wont to.  There are some things he shoudnt know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now that I have bitched about the joys of pregancy, I need to make sure i write down the rules when Mary is in labor.  Derek knows them but the nurses, my sister and mom dont.  They are more like guidelines so I know that what ever I may do when in labor the people around me had fair warning.  It will not be my fault if I deck someone else rather than Derek.  I have been known to do it so this is will be a way to keep everyone safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-7013616956560821706?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/7013616956560821706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=7013616956560821706&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/7013616956560821706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/7013616956560821706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/03/joys-of-pregancy.html' title='The joys of pregancy'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-2521619303308941433</id><published>2008-03-26T10:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T10:55:14.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the ladies</title><content type='html'>Shiny had asked me to send her a link to where I am going to have the baby.  I keep forgetting to do it but for some reason I remebered today.  SO I decided rather than just send it to one friend I woudl just put it on here and let everyone have it.  That way I dont have to send out more than one e-mail cause i ma a lazy bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link for Baxter Regional where I will have my last bundle of bills..... I meant joy. &lt;a href="http://www.our365.com/NewbornPortraits/HospitalResults.aspx?sid=0625"&gt;http://www.our365.com/NewbornPortraits/HospitalResults.aspx?sid=0625&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proably wont be up right away but I will do my best to push them along.  Due date is April 24th so be looking for it a few days after.  Most of you know I will send you a text when I actually have the little one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proably wont be little though.  Why do kids in my family run up the weight scale.  Little dude was 9 lbs 8 ozs.  Liz was 8 lbs 6 ozs.  I am rolling for a 10 pounder here and that just aint right.  I mena the drugs they give you during birth are great but will htey really help me to not feel that much coming out?  I truly do pray that they do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-2521619303308941433?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/2521619303308941433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=2521619303308941433&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/2521619303308941433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/2521619303308941433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/03/for-ladies.html' title='For the ladies'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-5496731570757549585</id><published>2008-03-25T10:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:06:00.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I am so not feeling well.  I have a small fever and cannot actually stay asleep all night long.  On top of the baby kicking the crap out of me cause he has no room this day sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a doctor's apptionment this afternoon and am hoping for the energy to go.  Right now it is just not there.  The hubbie let me sleep in till 10 but I was awake at 8 just laying there.  The cat came in and meowed at me 5 minutes later so that killed me trying to go back to sleep.  Damn furball, thinks I should do everything for him including wipe his ass.  If he wasnt so cute I would just thump him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubbie came up and gave me the some of the cinnamon rolls he had made for breakfast.  To bad the oven is starting to screw up and burn the bottom of everything we put in there.  The top of them were just right.  Only had them in for 5 minutes.  Just another crappy thing to worry about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids are on spring break so I get to hear their wonderful screeching start at 8 and end by 10 pm.  Right now they are quiet because daddy told them if they werent the rest of the day we would throw them outside and make them sleep with the snakes.  I know, that was not a great thing to say to our kids but trust me, they are used to empty threats like that.  I think I am doing a fine job of screwing my kids up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now that I have whined about how crappy i feel and how I am screwing up my kids I am going to go lay down.  I dont even have the energy to go look up a cutie to post.  I have to be sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-5496731570757549585?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/5496731570757549585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=5496731570757549585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/5496731570757549585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/5496731570757549585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/03/blah-tuesday.html' title='Blah Tuesday'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-8422739088207601935</id><published>2008-03-21T10:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T11:17:44.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel something right</title><content type='html'>While the title may sound like I am about to write about something sexy trust me I ma not.  Even though after reading my girl's Winter guest blog that is on my mind, I ma going to write about what truly touches my heart.  Get your mind out of the gutter butt girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been a the point in your life where you look back and go what in the hell have I done with the time?  I hit 30 and those thoughts started creeping in.  Plus I had a big falling out with some ladies that I truly thought was good friends with.  Not the first time I have been wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped and just thought about what exactly I was doing.  Ok, I have to truthful, I didnt stop I jumped on my motorcylce and rode.  Amazing how things become much clearer when you have the wind blowing thourgh your hair at 60.  The things that came to mind had been there just waiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing is I was partying way to much.  I am not 21 anymore.  Plus the body could not handle going out and having way to good of a time and than waking up and just functioning period the next day.  Another thing, it was taking way to much money to get me drunk to.  When you have to spend almost a 100 a night on just yourself something is wrong.  Dasmn irish/scottish blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I had more fun just hanging out in someones backyard or by the lake with the whole family.  My kids hated me going out even though they never said anything.  We always came away from a day with everyone stronger.  My kids know I love them more than life itself but sometimes you forget.  You get so caught up in everything else that you just blank on the things that are important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I want to be more than just good time Mary.  I want to be thought of as someone that helped others.  I want to leave behind all the good things.  I want not only my kids to show the world that their parnets raised them right but also the people I helped to show that.  Now what exactly do I devot myself to that can help with that?  Ahh yes, the one thing that has always been there for me no matter where I was, softball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been playing this sport since I was 10.  Almost 20 years of playing with different people in different places.  I have played every position and seen things that have amazed me.  I have even done things that amazed me.  I love every minute of it.  The losing, winning and even the pratices in 102 degree heat.  I have a very big collection of old shirts from my old teams.  They bring me memories and are great for yard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now starting to get into the coaching side.  Not exactly what I imagned it would be but I do enjoy it.  The girls for some reason even like me.  It feels good to just see them playing together and winning.  Even when we lose they know that we can do better and we will help them get there.  It is a lot more rewarding than I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I am really trying to say here in my round about way is to remember what exactly you want to do with your life.  You should remember that not only will it make it you happy but those around you could learn from it.  Leave behind a good part of yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-8422739088207601935?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/8422739088207601935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=8422739088207601935&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/8422739088207601935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/8422739088207601935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/03/feel-something-right.html' title='Feel something right'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-6860155997957906598</id><published>2008-03-19T09:23:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T10:03:37.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain go away, bring on hotties anyday</title><content type='html'>It has steadly been raining here since Monday night. Yesterday was the heavy stuff. I had to go out in it and was soaked to the bone within 10 minutes. I swear I had wet weather stuff on but it just didnt help. Wet underwear is not cool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told Winter I would post some hotties on here and I am a woman of my word. Sorry I couldnt do this yesterday but I was just to busy. Plus the littel one in the belly was being a super butthead yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First just for you Winter. Another pic of your man you proably already have but you will still drool over.&lt;a href="http://www.iballer.com/wallpaper/celebs/r_s/schenkenberg/images/schenkenberg1_1024x768_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="114" alt="" src="http://www.iballer.com/wallpaper/celebs/r_s/schenkenberg/images/schenkenberg1_1024x768_jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/R-EqDPwOqhI/AAAAAAAAACU/dpIepqA5HFY/s1600-h/marcus1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179467281709574674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/R-EqDPwOqhI/AAAAAAAAACU/dpIepqA5HFY/s200/marcus1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sort of like the naked one but am also in my horny time of the month. Any hottie right now will put me over the top. Now for the rest of us I will just put out a collection of random hotties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture of Ryan Reynolds in Blade. I mean come on he is freaking hot here. I am not into bondage that much but right there I would be just fine. He even has that cut there by his hips that makes you want to just trace it with your tonuge. Plus he is funny as hell. What more do you want in a man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/R-Eq9vwOqjI/AAAAAAAAACk/9YzHjYLxpMY/s1600-h/blade012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179468286731921970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/R-Eq9vwOqjI/AAAAAAAAACk/9YzHjYLxpMY/s200/blade012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This guy is one that I just like to look at. Scott Macgergor is a good Scottish name and he make me think of what exactly might be under his kilt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179465954564680178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/R-Eo1_wOqfI/AAAAAAAAACE/UgcN2D-CrPY/s200/scottmcgregor3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Finally nothing like a line of Hotties to finish ths blog. Take a moment and just imagine seeing this coming at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/R-EqcPwOqiI/AAAAAAAAACc/ceXvoaP56Rc/s1600-h/675682555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179467711206304290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/R-EqcPwOqiI/AAAAAAAAACc/ceXvoaP56Rc/s200/675682555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3713726109616249897-6860155997957906598?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/6860155997957906598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=6860155997957906598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/6860155997957906598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/6860155997957906598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/03/rain-rain-go-away-bring-on-hotties.html' title='Rain Rain go away, bring on hotties anyday'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/R-EqDPwOqhI/AAAAAAAAACU/dpIepqA5HFY/s72-c/marcus1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-6957593244431304331</id><published>2008-03-17T09:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T10:08:47.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend of shopping</title><content type='html'>With me getting closer to my due date my sister decided we needed to go shopping for baby.  I looked at her and decided if it made her happy than so be it.  Plus i seriously needed a day away from my guys.  My and Liz are about to be totally outnumbered in the house.  Another penis equals more boys than girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you have ever vistied this area you will know the only true shopping is really Wal-Mart.  Yes I am a religous type towards the company but every now and than you have to go somewhere else.  Considering the only other place that is even close to being ok for shopping here is basically second hand stores off to Branson we go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am talking about Branson, Missouri.  Most people think of the place as a senior citzen's heaven.  There are alot of shows there that mainly have 40's and 50's music groups.  If not them than it is country.  They also have places that get some of the big names, mainly country, to do concerts there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of the music is shopping.  3 outlet malls, Branson Landing, and little specialty shops.  If you can not find what you are looking for there than Springfield is only 30 more minutes north of there.  It is a breath of fresh air for us little ole country folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Saturday morning my sister comes through and picks up myself, my mom and Liz.  A girls day of shopping and eating food we like.  I was happy that we used her truck.  There is plenty of room in her back seat for me to turn and be comfortable.  Little Mac is not so little in my tummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont bore you with all the shopping details.  Trust me if there was a sale there we hit it.  By the end of the day everyone was tired and Mary was hurting.  Pregant women should not walk as much as I did that day.  I swear I walked 6 miles.  Liz was even ready to shop shopping and we didnt even hit the outlet malls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister though was still ready to keep going.  I looked at her like she had grown a 3rd head.  We are totally different.  I would rather sit back and watch sports on TV.  She would rather watch soap operas or *gulp* Oprah.  Considering it was her truck and she was driving we had to listen to Oprah and friends on her XM radio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a Oprah lover.  Hell I had problems spelling her name properly.  I had to think of her production company to spell it right.  Now I love my sister but honestly where in the hell did she come from?  Me and my brother are very similar.  He knows he doesnt have to explain things to me, I understand.  My sister has to talk to him even more to get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could my mom have messed around with the mailman?  I dont think so but it is a good question to think about.  I do love her and we have gotten better communication going in our relationship.  I mean we actually talk more than once a week.  That is a big step for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are going to have to get past this little thing where she wants my daughter to be all perfect and crap.  She is a kid, I let her get dirty but also make sure she knows that she needs to clean up to.  My sister wants her to be mega prissy but I would like to see her be able to be able to adapt to the situation.  I think it is a good skill to have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I feel like I have just rattled on and on.  I am off to act like I am working.  Hope ya'll have a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-6957593244431304331?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/6957593244431304331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=6957593244431304331&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/6957593244431304331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/6957593244431304331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-weekend-of-shopping.html' title='My weekend of shopping'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-8085521507802735212</id><published>2008-03-12T20:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T20:35:02.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Bitty influence</title><content type='html'>I was talking to Shiny and was laughing at her reply to my hooker comment I had posted in Winter's blog.  Hooker with a heart of gold is what I really called her.  She had no idea where I had gotten that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Little Whorehouse in Texas is one movie that i will always remember.  It was my first true musical.  Only a true southern lady would be able to sing along to "Little Bitty Pissant Country Place." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolly Parton is a icon to us southern folks.  Who else but a southern woman would say it costs alot to look this trashy.  I love listening to her talk.  She just cracks me up with how she says stuff.  Reminds me of alot of folks around here.  Some of the stuff that comes out of their mouths makes you think for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really makes me think about how many people in the south honestly have left a mark on society.  Dolly is just one of many that have left a mark on things that are said or done in everyday life.  If not her than Loretta Lynn has. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I keep thinking of only ladies is also something that makes me really think back.  Jeff Foxworthy is another southern person that has made a mark.  OF course Larry the cable guy.  Cant go many places without someone knowing his trademark verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more that have said something that has stuck with the public everywhere.  I truly do believe that everyone can have a impact on the society around you.  With the days of the internet upon us how can you not.  So watch what you say, you never know you may just start something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-8085521507802735212?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/8085521507802735212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=8085521507802735212&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/8085521507802735212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/8085521507802735212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-bitty-influence.html' title='Little Bitty influence'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-5689596431177638382</id><published>2008-03-12T09:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T09:33:33.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you hear what I hear?</title><content type='html'>Do you hear that?  That really loud banging sound?  That is me banging my head against the wall.  I have a designated spot that I use.  No beams behind it just a hollow space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first softball game yesterday was cancelled.  Like it is our fault the coach's wife is in the hospital.  Ok I feel somewhat wrong for that remark.  I do truly hope that whatever is wrong gets better.  But come on, it was like 65 here and sunny.  We do not get that many days in spring like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our 5th game that we were actually going to play was cancelled.  We dont play on Wednesday cause of church.  Even though God has given us another great day.  The next question is are we actually going to play tomorrow?  Supposed to rain so yeah, there goes that banging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One a different subject the hubbie's b-day is coming up next week.  It amazes me how he is like whatever I am getting older.  Doesnt mind losing his hair and it coming back in force on his shoulders and back, gag.  Is fine with the little lovehandles on the sides.  Those are sort of cool for me though.  Good hanging on spots now.  Is just fine that he is getting closer to 40.  I hate men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where in the world do they come up with this attitude?  I am happy being 30 and not moving.  I know, I know, I can already hear Winter saying "Shut up you young bitch."  I just wonder why it is that most men I know are just fine with getting the gray hair, hair in the wrong spots, extra handles on the body and all the rest of the crappy stuff that comes with age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is another thing to bang my head on the wall too.  Wow I really should get a helmet or something.  At least I know I can patch up the hole if it comes to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-5689596431177638382?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/5689596431177638382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=5689596431177638382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/5689596431177638382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/5689596431177638382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-you-hear-what-i-hear.html' title='Do you hear what I hear?'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-7242960278741724601</id><published>2008-03-11T07:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T07:54:48.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Another day, another post. It is tuesday and I am feeling frisky. We are going to have 2 days in a row of nice weather. 2 days!! That actually means we can play a game today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after waiting and waiting for nice weather we have it. We play a team that plain and simple hates us. I cant blame them for that at all either. Our pitcher from last year actually hit everyone on the team. One poor girl got hit 6 times! Nope cant say I blame them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our girls are as ready as we can make them but there is more work to do. We have a few that are in new spots that well I am worried about. They are going to do the best they can but I am worried. Think I better stop and get a big bag of sunflower seeds. I am going to need something to eat on when I am worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since my girl Winter is always nice enough to give me a hardbody on this day I will do the same for you. You know my view on this guy but he is yours so here ya go. A picture you proably already have but does that honestly bother you a bit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/R9aAqPwOqdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/iAX2h7Ae3Fo/s1600-h/marcus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176466284980644306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/R9aAqPwOqdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/iAX2h7Ae3Fo/s200/marcus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH, he even has a rose for you.  Just thought I throw some ho love your way.  Now go and sin some some more you delightful ho you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-7242960278741724601?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/7242960278741724601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=7242960278741724601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/7242960278741724601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/7242960278741724601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/03/ahh-tuesday.html' title='Ahh Tuesday'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/R9aAqPwOqdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/iAX2h7Ae3Fo/s72-c/marcus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-5525873580595305683</id><published>2008-03-07T12:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T13:07:37.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Doc</title><content type='html'>As you know I am pregant and hating it.  33 weeks along and ready to get it over with.  Especially after last night.  Had a super bad night with little sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little guy is getting into position for him to come out.  If not than he really likes to move around alot.  Loves using his shoulder to do it to.  Now his little butt is right below my stomach.  Needless to say that means he is pushing it into my stomach.  I had so much heartburn and the feeling that I was going to barf all night it was horrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I am already going into super mom mode.  Like I can hear anything and it wakes me up.  I had started to get over that because my kids were getting old enough I didnt have to worry about every little hiccup.  Now I am back to that.  Hell I even wake up when the freaking cat stretches.  How messed up is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet with my backup doc this morning.  He seems to be a good guy and not cute.  I just cant go to a doc that is cute.  Especially if they are going to be looking at my special tingly spot.  No way do I need to look down there and see someone cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the baby doc.  He is a nice guy that has 3 kids of his own.  I figure that means he knows when to move quickly and not to take what I say about all men's other region to heart.  All woman know we cuss at that part no matter how much we enjoyed it before or even after.  My usual doc is the same way so I feel ready to have this kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny part is I really do actually want to have it on April 1st.  I know that sounds stupid but for those that know me it fits so perfectly.  I like to have fun and if this isnt the prime example of having too much fun I dont know what is.  We'll just have to see if god lets me have my way with this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-5525873580595305683?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/5525873580595305683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=5525873580595305683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/5525873580595305683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/5525873580595305683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/03/baby-doc.html' title='Baby Doc'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-6394331138731811191</id><published>2008-03-06T08:33:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T09:15:58.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>It is thursday and I am not enjoying this week. It looks like we are going to get more snow, again. I swear mother nature is laughing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With more snow on the way our first week of softball season is shot. That is 3 games we are not going to get back. Not cool! Our team is young and we need to play not sit on our asses. Plus that means we dont have those 3 games on our record. Not going to help us come the end of the season.Instead of me bitching about the weather, I have decided to find some nice pics to put up here. SO first one is, hell I cant remember the name. Lets just be shallow and drool over the prime example of male. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/R9AIBifIr9I/AAAAAAAAABU/iRvOQjyUIlE/s1600-h/pic06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174644794378989522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/R9AIBifIr9I/AAAAAAAAABU/iRvOQjyUIlE/s200/pic06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/R9AHzCfIr8I/AAAAAAAAABM/ZsiaPKSE5Co/s1600-h/pic05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174644545270886338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/R9AHzCfIr8I/AAAAAAAAABM/ZsiaPKSE5Co/s200/pic05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174646362042052610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/R9AJcyfIsAI/AAAAAAAAABs/Yw4oEkWfT2I/s200/pic01CAOIU3JP.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There two different guys. Both wanting to invite you into bed and eat some grapes, crackers or whatever is your pleasure. Even though if I was in bed with them than I wouldnt be thinking about eating.  Maybe drinking so you could get them all nice and loose.  Than have my way with them.  Ok that is just my little fanasty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I do remember about these guys were the fact they are actors. I dont remember seeing their shows but if I did I might remember. Even though I think most of them were foriegn stuff.   Like I would care what was being said if they were wearing this while acting.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully these nice little pics of half naked men can help all that might be pissing you off.  Just do what I do when I am in a situation that I really dont want to think about.  Imagine these men coming at you on a nice sunny beach with a cold drink in their hands.  Ready and willing to please you however you want.  Winter they are ready to give you a major pedicure.  &lt;/div&gt;&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/3713726109616249897-6394331138731811191?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/6394331138731811191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=6394331138731811191&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/6394331138731811191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/6394331138731811191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/03/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/R9AIBifIr9I/AAAAAAAAABU/iRvOQjyUIlE/s72-c/pic06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-1698363858031208015</id><published>2008-03-04T08:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T08:58:24.048-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid snow day</title><content type='html'>Yes, yet again we have another damn snow day.  I am sick of the snow and ice.  I am sick of the cold.  I am sick of mother nature teasing me.  What a bitch!!  Give's me a 72 degree day and than this 2 days later.  UGH UGH UGH!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well because of the snow and crap today we also dont get to start the softball season.  I am bummed but also think hey if we could actually pratice than this would be great.  The girls are all great ladies that have alot of charter.  That is my nice way to say those girls are freaking nuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have great attitudes toward the game and play together as a team.  Compared to last years team this is a godsend.  Tension was a team player on the team last year.  You could always feel it just behind you.  This year the girls all talk to one another.  Talk not fight.  If you can get teenage girls to talk instead of fighting than that is a huge thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a perfect example of what I am talking about.  One of the girls got in a fight at school last week.  While I dont approve of them fighting I can understand why this time.  2 girls were talking major trash for quite awhile about her.  She finally had enough and beat the crap out of both of them.  Yes, she beat both of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone on the team supports her.  Everyone.  Now you tell me how many teenage girls that you know that support someone totally?  Doesnt usually happen.  While I am bummed because she couldnt coem out to pratice, I am encouraged by the whole thing.  My starting catcher has some hellious ump.  I cant wait until she has to stop someone from stealing a base. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is time for me to go to work and fight with the kids.  They want to go out and play in the snow but it is freaking freezing out there.  Everyone have a great day and thanks for the yummy bodies Winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-1698363858031208015?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/1698363858031208015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=1698363858031208015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/1698363858031208015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/1698363858031208015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/03/stupid-snow-day.html' title='Stupid snow day'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-8018623578850262790</id><published>2008-03-01T17:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T18:20:03.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMEMEME Me??</title><content type='html'>Since my bitch WInter tagged my ass I decided to write this now.  I would proably put it off and than feel bad sooooo......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am a huge country music fan.  I like all other kinds but honestly I would rather listen to country station than any other.  It fits well into my life and the way I was raised.  My fav artists in this genre are Terri Clark, Gretchen Wilson, Big and Rich, Tim Mcgraw, Hank Jr., Johnny Cash, Miranda Lambert, and of course my hottie Dierks Bentley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Yes I have flashed my boobs at Mardi Gras.  You try drinking all day and not showing something for some kick ass beads at 11 at night.  Something else I did there, I danced on the bar at Coyete Ugly.  Considering how big my ass is that is something to.  I do not remember the song but have a picture that will not go on here, of me with my bud light shaking it.  Like I said you try not doing something stupid when you are drinking all day.  By the way,  I am so going back.  Get ready Big Easy, these DD's are coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.   I am a history buff.  I love WW 2 and everything that happened during it.  The Civil War is pretty cool to.  I just love knowing about all the battles and what made them happen.  I have read books, reports and watched every movie I could about the times.  I even watched a movie in sub-titles about a japanese sub crew.  Wow, I just relieazed how nerdy that sounded.  SHit me and my hubbie do belong together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I was born in South Haven, Michigan.  I know, I am a gung-ho southern girl but I am actually a damn Yankee (hangs head in shame).  I was the first grandbaby on my dad's side and everyone was still living there.  Mom and Dad got together and well along I came.  My mom is also Candian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I still have my Class A Commerical Driver License and still consider driving over the road.  I mean I am a damn good driver (knock on wood), and would like to make more money for my family.  Problem one with this plan, being away from the kids.  That would suck.  Problem 2, having to put up with all the shit from the male truckers out there.  Some of them are cool but others are assholes that need a ass kickin.  Problem 3, if I signed on with a company than I have to play by their rules.  Problem 4, no way could I afford to do it on my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  This is for Winter, I to went through a major slut time.  7 guys in 6 months.  Not bad right?  I was 19 and in the Army at my first duty station.  South Korea is a hell of place to send a kid that had never really had any kind of freedom.  I had dated 1 or 2 guys before but than I meet the first love.  His name was Casey and was one of the mechanics on base.  I hadnt dated any other guys on base cause of the never date at your work rule.  Casey was the expection. &lt;br /&gt;He was scruffy and manly, I was in love.  He cheated on me just a month after I gave him my big V.  Of course I was an idiot and took him back.  Not once but twice.  The third time I basically kicked his ass and decided hey lets get back at him and fuck every guy I can.  Not the best plan in the world but I had some great sex.  To bad I cant remember any of their names huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok there, I have posted 6 things you proably didnt know about me.  I would tag others to do the same but honestly I only know 2 other folks blogging.  So Winter and Shiny ya know the score.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-8018623578850262790?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/8018623578850262790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=8018623578850262790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/8018623578850262790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/8018623578850262790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/03/memememe-me.html' title='MEMEMEME Me??'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-6568458281739309257</id><published>2008-03-01T07:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T08:23:57.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids, softball and new cars</title><content type='html'>I havent posted anything since Monday cause my life has been so busy I havent had the energy to think.  We had our "big brother" come through the apartments.  My boss was so happy that they couldnt find anything wrong with our files.  TO bad the same cant be said about the apartments. &lt;br /&gt;After that stressful situation was taken care of I had softball to worry about.  I know all I am is an assitant coach that is only going to be paid to drive the bus.  That doesnt mean I dont care about the girls and what happens to them.  These girls have really become people that I see and feel connected to. &lt;br /&gt;We all joke around and have fun but they also know that I will get mad at them.  We havent really had a much pratice as we want but are as ready as we can be for our first game.  Come tuesday we will put on our uniforms for the first time and go play our arch rivals, Flippin Lady Bobcats. &lt;br /&gt;Funny part about that for me, I live in Flippin and my kids go to school there.  I am helping to coach the Cotter Lady Warriors.  Irony is a word that comes to mind here.  I know this is proably wrong but I have had the chance to see the bobcats pratice.  Just a little James Bond thing going.  Got to get a edge somewhere, that team is good.&lt;br /&gt;My hubbie called from his national guard duty yesterday.  "Hey think I found another car for us."  With the 3rd kid on the way I need 3rd row seating.  My parnets had 3 of us so I know what happens to the smallest or outnumbered one of the sibilings.  They get beaten up on all road trips.  Just ask my little brother about the long ride to Florida. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he thinks he has found exactly what we need.  We are both totally against Minivans so get that stupid thought out of your head.  A nice Dodge Durango is what he is looking at.  I can handle that.  I am a country girl and if I had the money would have a nice nice nice Chevy Avalanche out in the driveway. &lt;br /&gt;SO it looks like I may just being driving 2 hours away for me to get a newer car.  It sucks that I have to go that far just to get a good deal but hey I am not rich.  That is just one of those small town things that you have to put up with.  I feel that is a good give for all the other good things I get from raising my family in an area that i feel safe in. &lt;br /&gt;So now that you know my weekend go out and do something.  Dont just sit there on your butt.  Go!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-6568458281739309257?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/6568458281739309257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=6568458281739309257&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/6568458281739309257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/6568458281739309257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/03/kids-softball-and-new-cars.html' title='Kids, softball and new cars'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-3815466433591134449</id><published>2008-02-25T12:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T12:51:14.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mucky Monday</title><content type='html'>I feel like bitching today so either stop reading now or sit back and think damn that sucks. &lt;br /&gt;First off being pregant sucks.  All the moms know what i talking about so quite rolling your eyes at me.  Went to the doctor last Thursday and he says hey you in the home stretch.  I look at him and tell him straight out "The home stretch sucks."  Why is it that all my doctors laugh at me when I am being perfectly serious?&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that I have this talent I guess you could call it, to make all my doctors laugh.  Worse part is I am being serious.  When I tell you no shit give me more drugs I hurt, I really mean it.  I am not Whoopi or Kathy Griffin.  I really fucking mean I am in pain and need drugs.  Laugh at me after you give me the drugs and I start saying burrito like it is the coolest word in the world.  Which by the way, it really is a cool ass word to say when you are riding high. &lt;br /&gt;So after I get done with the doc I have to pick up all this crap we need around the office.  Of course it is busy as hell at Wal-Mart.  There was ice on the road a little so the schools cancelled.  Plus there was a call for more.  In other words, Oh my god Ethel, go get the toliet paper and milk, we going die without it!!  Freaking everybody was there and in my damn way.  I made the trip alot faster than I should have and of course forgot half the crap I needed.  SHIT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;After I got home the kids were driving me and the hubbie nuts.  All weekend it had been hell.  JOSHIE JOSHIE JOSHIE!!!!    SISSSY SISSSY SISSY!!!!  That is all we hear when we try to get them to stop.  I finally told them that if I heard one more crash, bang, or anything else I would just kill them and dump there bodies in the woods.  They settled down for a little while.  That was only saturday though.&lt;br /&gt;Than i get a e-mail from the bank that works with Turbotax.  Basically it said we have your money but only deposit once a week.  Of course that is only done on friday.  They got it on friday and of course they didnt have enough time to give it to my bank.  Why me?  I just want my money so I can pay off these bills and actually be bill free.  Might even have enough left over to help get a new car.  Lords know I need 3rd row seating now.&lt;br /&gt;The worst part for me this weekend was how I was woken up Saturday morning.  No Winter, I did not get morning loving.  I had my left calf muscle cramp up so bad that I screamed.  I slapped hubbie's back and woke him up begging him to rub it out.  Only took 5 minutes.  SO I was woken up at 630 in pain and hobbled all day.  It only got worse and now I am sitting here with my calf wrapped up.  It hurts to walk and of course live in a damn 2 story house.  Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;MY week is only going to get better.  My boss is coming tomorrow and the next day the wonderful USDA comes to look at everything.  I mean everything to.  Starting with all my records and than going into the apartments.    Yippee fucking skippy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-3815466433591134449?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/3815466433591134449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=3815466433591134449&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/3815466433591134449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/3815466433591134449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/02/mucky-monday.html' title='Mucky Monday'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-5410107430417360329</id><published>2008-02-21T18:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T19:07:11.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>So I have no idea what the hell to write.  It has been one of those days where things just keep piling up.  I have somehow gotten my cough back, oh freaking yeah.  I have had paperwork that just kept turning into more.  2 empty apartments that I have to fill.  Folks that are pissing me off right and left.&lt;br /&gt;First was at the doctors bright and early.  Everything is just fine.  Little Mac is hanging out and beating the crap out of mommy just like he is supposed to.  Even hide from the doctor just like always. &lt;br /&gt;Once I got home had to call the boss and boy isnt that a blast.  OF course had a huge list of stuff she wanted done.  Got it all done in about 3 hours.  Of course the last thing I need done cant be done.  The stupid fax machine is not reading the damn sheets right so all they get at the home office is funky lines. &lt;br /&gt;Hubbie is trying to get one whole apartment painted in one day.  I know I could do it but as much as I love him, he should just give up.  It took him 3 and half hours to do one small bedroom.  I told him he had to kick it up a gear.  He looked at me and said he had.  Me thinks I should go over there and kick him out and do what I do.  But than again I am tired and pregant and he needs to learn an important lesson.  No really get your ass in gear and work when I give you a list.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a tenant's friend or shall I say ex-friend that wants to get inside her apartment and get her stuff.  Yeah sorry cant just open up someone's apartment so you can get "your stuff."  Did she really think I would when she was standing at the door with tears in her eyes?  Do I really hate my job that much to just throw it away?  No way in hell!!  Now I am sitting here waiting for a phone call, I proably wont get, to open up a tenant's apartment so her ex-friend can get her crap. &lt;br /&gt;So that has been my day.  I am so ready to go to bed right now.  TO bad it is so not going to happen.  I really think I might have to go and help out the hubbie or send him home for a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-5410107430417360329?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/5410107430417360329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=5410107430417360329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/5410107430417360329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/5410107430417360329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/02/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-8855675325584093912</id><published>2008-02-20T07:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T07:16:51.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Yet again mother nature has proven she is a bitch.  We do not need anymore ice here!!  That is what they are calling for for the next 2 days.  UGH!!&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I am not nearly as bad as my buddy Shiny up there in chesseland.  Looks like she has enough snow to have the ulimate snowball fight and still have enough left over to make her own land bridge across Lake Michigan.  Hey Shiny, that is why bitches like me moved south, we smarts.&lt;br /&gt;I truly can not handle another day of the kids being off of school.  They are driving me nuts!!  I would even be happy if they had school on a Saturday.  I did it one year, it wont hurt them.  The worst part is the last 2 days they took off, they shouldnt have.  IT was dry outside and no ice or anything on the ground. &lt;br /&gt;Another thing about the bad weather is the fact that the softball team I help coach needs to pratice.  Our season starts March 4 against our rival at their place.  WE NEED TO PRATICE!!!  It just cant happen when our field is soaked and the indoor building we use is full.   The Red Cross is using it for all the stuff people have donated.&lt;br /&gt;Ok I feel bad for the folks that were detroyed by the tornado but what about eh kids that are trying to get back to normal.  Having that building open means we can pratice.  Right now there is no way we can.  I hear there is a big screen TV in there to.  Now who the hell gives up a big screen!!!&lt;br /&gt;Why the weather wants to suck here I hope the rest of you have a good day.  So in other words Winter have a great day and dont kill the people that dont know what the toolbar is for.  Have fun in the snow shiny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-8855675325584093912?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/8855675325584093912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=8855675325584093912&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/8855675325584093912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/8855675325584093912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/02/winter-wednesday.html' title='Winter Wednesday'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-2880267662859336775</id><published>2008-02-19T07:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T07:43:36.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tounge Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since my buddy Winter has Marcus Monday I decided to follow it up with Tounge Tuesday. Hopefully the pics I put up here will have yoru tounge hanging out and a nice little fanasty brewing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For our first victim...I mean hot body, I present..... Hell if I know his name but sometimes that is the best way to have man. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/R7raQ6FwafI/AAAAAAAAABE/qVNRnmiuwrM/s1600-h/dreamboyz_sixpack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168683506367228402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/R7raQ6FwafI/AAAAAAAAABE/qVNRnmiuwrM/s320/dreamboyz_sixpack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dont even know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if I should type anymore cause if your brain is still able to read these words you are a stronger woman than I. Even though I have this downloaded on my computer I still take a few moments to think thank you god for these fine example of a male body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I think I will only put one more up for you. I might have to dig a little deeper for this one but know I am up for the challenge. Is your brain working yet by the way? I know I have had to go over and check my words twice now. That last pic has just got me sidetracked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa109/mejott/Michiel_Van_Dijk_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa109/mejott/Michiel_Van_Dijk_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This my friends is Micheal van Dijk.  I found him on a model site last year and have been holding back on some of you bitches.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See Winter this is the kind of man i have been telling you about.  Rough but just hot enough that you want to use some of that whip cream in the fridge on him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK enough of my fanasty's go post your own and get the hell out of mine.  I dont do 3somes you sick bitches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa109/mejott/Michiel_Van_Dijk_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa109/mejott/Michiel_Van_Dijk_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa109/mejott/Michiel_Van_Dijk_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&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/3713726109616249897-2880267662859336775?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/2880267662859336775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=2880267662859336775&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/2880267662859336775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/2880267662859336775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/02/tounge-tuesday.html' title='Tounge Tuesday'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/R7raQ6FwafI/AAAAAAAAABE/qVNRnmiuwrM/s72-c/dreamboyz_sixpack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-4657631335350000036</id><published>2008-02-18T09:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T12:20:07.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend with bunkbeds</title><content type='html'>Here it is Monday and I feel pretty good. I think I am finally over this funk I have had for like 2 and half months. Got a little morning loving and got my haircut this past weekend. Nothing like a good cut and color to make you feel sexy.&lt;br /&gt;I first have to tell ya that I think I remember why I hated bunkbeds. With the 3rd butthead on the way we had to make some room for everyone to sleep. I let my little boy pick out which one he wanted so I wouldnt hear "I hate this one" for the rest of my natural life.&lt;br /&gt;Within 15 minutes of said bunkbeds going up they broke the ladder.  That is a new record!!  Within 45 minutes of that there was a casulty.  Josh was pushed not only through the ladder but off of it.  No broken bones but he does have a nice gash on his back. &lt;br /&gt;So after the reckless adventures of my kids and the bunkbeds I needed a nap.  Not to much to ask for is it?  Well it seems that even though I am pregant and been feelign sick I am not allowed to sleep longer than say 20 minutes.  IF you see soemone sleeping why come up and kiss them on the head? &lt;br /&gt;My hubbie walks in and see me not only snoring but drooling and he kisses me.  I am the mommy I wake up to any small sound within miles if it involves my kids or could.  We have been married 8 years and the dumbass still doesnt know this?!  Of course I bitched at him and tried to go back to sleep.  Not happening.  I hate that feeling to.  The race helped put me in a better mood but it didnt totally help. &lt;br /&gt;Of course it was another fun weekend at the Ott household.  I know you cant wait to hear what happens next weekend.  Maybe I'll go wrestle an alligator and call it a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-4657631335350000036?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/4657631335350000036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=4657631335350000036&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/4657631335350000036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/4657631335350000036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/02/weekend-with-bunkbeds.html' title='Weekend with bunkbeds'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-1551067278703885660</id><published>2008-02-13T19:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T19:49:29.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant of the week</title><content type='html'>I am going to take a page out of my buddy Winter's blog and try to do something special every week.  Not like alot of people are reading this but what the hell, it is my blog.  I say what i want and fell better for it.&lt;br /&gt;So my rant for the week is simple..... Excuse me, idiot senators that have decided to butt your noses into our sports world...... Do you think you could I dont know, just for kicks, DO YOUR DAMN JOB!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The last time I voted for someone to represent me was not because they said they would clean up my fav sports of all the bad.  Yeah rather than getting health care for my family that is affordable I want you to clean up sports.  Those guys that earn millions of dollars need you to help them out.  Damn I must have forgotten to take that I'm stupid sign off my forehead...my bad.&lt;br /&gt;Come on people do the job you were elected for.  I dont give a shit if some idiot that makes 10 million a year to play a game shoots himself up steriods or some other mess.  In the end the guy will get what is coming to him.  Let him be an idiot and get me some damn tax relief.  I would love to be able to clear 20,000 this YEAR. &lt;br /&gt;I would love to be able to afford GOOD health care for my kids and myself.  I want to be able to look for a job that helps me go up not down.  I want to know that when my kids are ready to go to college I can afford it.  I pray that my hubbie never again has to go to Iraq or some other place to defend us.  Dont ya think there are enough other problems going on in our country that you could actually work on?&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else see this as stupid?  Sports writers are all over the air saying this guy should be banned from the game, can we believe him, and actually arguing over it.  Come on guys I know football ended and we are in the slump time with only basketball and hockey to keep us sports freaks going but even I am not that desperate to give a care about this. &lt;br /&gt;I have always believed that those that do drugs will either pay for it in the end or see the light and stop.  Those that cheat at a game will get the same.  It is called KARMA and she sure aint nice sometimes.  Go ahead and shoot up with that shit if you really thinks it will help.  Dont come crying to me when you freak out and kill someone or yourself.  It is a chocie YOU took.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could call me heartless for that last statement but honestly I have more important things to worry about than why some idiot decided to cheat to get more money.  If the owners want it to stop than quit paying out the ass if you know the guy is cheating.  And dont try to tell me you dont know either.  You pay people to make sure your toliet seat is warm, I think you can spend a little to see if the guy has some juice in his veins.  Hello it is called a physical.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I feel better.  My rant is now complete.  Have a hell of a day or night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-1551067278703885660?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/1551067278703885660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=1551067278703885660&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/1551067278703885660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/1551067278703885660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/02/rant-of-week.html' title='Rant of the week'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-9049638546642147350</id><published>2008-02-10T09:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T10:31:59.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend ugh</title><content type='html'>It is Sunday morning and most times I would be sitting in bed and reading.  Not this weekend.  The hubbie is at National Guard.  That equals me being all by myself with the 2 kids from hell.&lt;br /&gt;I love my kids, dont get me wrong.  I just wonder how in the hell they got this much enregy!  I do not give them enregy drinks so why do they act like they have guzzled 12 red bulls?  Than by this afternoon it will be like they followed that up with 2 packs of pixie sticks.  Was I like this as a kid?  Now way was I this bad. &lt;br /&gt;While I am sitting here typing this the newest add on to the family is kicking me.  Mac seems to know when I am talking about him or his siblings.  Last night I was at baby shower for my cousin and every time I talked about him or was asked he would hit me.  And what exactly was I supposed to do?  Not talk about him and just be a bitch to folks all night?&lt;br /&gt;So while my sister was having fun making him move and hit me (she really enjoyed that to).  My mom was asked when my baby shower was.  What did my own mother say?  This is her third, she doesnt need one.  OUCH!!  Is that a knife in the heart or just motherly love?  I of course brought up the fact that I didnt have anymore baby stuff cause I wasnt expecting to get pregant again.  Than here we go with the whole birth control conversation again.&lt;br /&gt;I am and was more than happy not to do anything and make the hubbie suffer.  I love him but that doesnt mean I have to give him some everytime he wants it.  Plus he tells me I am going to get it taken care of so you dont have to worry about anything.  Ok that is great, thanks hubbie.  Well as you can tell he lied. &lt;br /&gt;Now mom likes to remind me of that.  Like the human life forming in my belly isnt enough of a reminder.  Hubbie is now taken care of and I have already talked to the doc and we are going to make sure that Mary is also taken care of.  Insurance is a nice thing to have. &lt;br /&gt;Thankfully my mom agreed that a shower would be good for me.  Which makes me super exicited.  I have some things but wow I forgot how much a baby really needs.  Nose suckers, wahsclothes, crib sheets, litel nail clippers, wipes, diapers, binky's, bottles, wipes, diapers, little clothes, diaper pads, more diapers, butt paste, baby detergent, baby blankets, and of course more diapers and wipes.  Now I feel like banging my head against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;So in my near future I have a baby shower, a softball team to help coach, and a baby to actually have.  Wow what a weekend.  I think me and the kids are going to go see a movie, I need a reality break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-9049638546642147350?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/9049638546642147350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=9049638546642147350&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/9049638546642147350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/9049638546642147350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/02/weekend-ugh.html' title='weekend ugh'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-1434889085799183065</id><published>2008-02-07T08:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T08:21:45.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tornado Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/R6sTxsR5hgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WyxegddE0ko/s1600-h/Letty%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164243142131156482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/R6sTxsR5hgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WyxegddE0ko/s320/Letty%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sitting here thinking about what all has happened to me and the folks in my area the past day. Super Tuesday started out with me explaining why we voted to my daughter. She thought it was cool so I had to give myself a pat on the back. Hey she’s 7, if she still believes that same thing when she is 18 I did good. My Tuesday ended not being so super. We are calling it Tornado Tuesday now. I didn’t get hit but plenty of people that I know by sight or even name did, including my family.&lt;br /&gt;The sun had been shining through out the day on and off. I knew they had been talking about it raining that afternoon so I packed an umbrella into my little girl’s backpack. Got to be a mom every now and than. By the time I picked her up from school the sky had changed and you could feel something in the air.&lt;br /&gt;I figured that we would get a good soaker and plenty of lightening maybe even some hail. That is our usual package here for thunderstorms. The hills I live in seem to help keep the bad stuff away. I am now wishing that was all we had gotten and my beloved Arkansas hills would have helped out a little more.&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be helping coach the high school softball team in Cotter. I did it last year and loved every moment of it. I got to the school and the rain started coming down in buckets. I was soaked just running from the car to the front of the school. About a 20 yard dash if that.&lt;br /&gt;Once inside I ran into the softball coach right away. She felt awful for not calling me to tell me practice had been cancelled. We are practicing inside the multi-purpose gym right now so we don’t have to worry about the weather and such. I told her it was ok, it is still basketball season after all and they needed to practice for district.&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got back to the car I was a mop. Liz, my lovable little one was laughing. That was until I told her to look at time and think about where she would be. Just getting off the bus and into the rain, oh fun. She shut up real quick with that fact pointed out to her.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go into Mountain Home instead of going back home. She had dance class and why waste the gas. We had a nice quiet mommy and daughter dinner than went into the local bookstore. I was looking for a new book and she just loves to see them all.&lt;br /&gt;While there I get this phone call form my mom. “Where are you?!” When those are the first words out of your own mom’s mouth you are in 2 situations, trouble or needing help.&lt;br /&gt;Since I wasn’t in trouble for anything, yet, I figured something was up and she needed help. Mom had just gotten her foot worked on at the doctor and cant drive. I told her where and she sighed. “You better find some cover quick. The sirens are going off here and it is headed your way.”&lt;br /&gt;I k new right away what she was talking about. Hearing a tornado siren is something that you either hate or rely on. When I lived in Iowa it was rely. Around here it is more for the calling of volunteer firefighters. After awhile you get used to it and don’t really worry when it goes off. This time though it was actually what they had been invented for.&lt;br /&gt;I told Mom not to worry I would take care of me and Liz and to get yourself some cover. I than proceeded to call the hubbie.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that don’t know the hubbie was in Iraq for a year not to long ago. During one mission a missile was launched at his hummer and while thank god it missed it did mess up his hearing. Now if he isn’t really looking at me I make him to make sure he hears me. Hit and miss is what I call his hearing now.&lt;br /&gt;He of course hadn’t heard the sirens (IDIOT) and started to look at the weather. After knowing he was going to take care of things there with my son, I went and told Liz to make a selection. I had a feeling we would either get kicked out of the store or we could hide there with them.&lt;br /&gt;Once the sirens went off in Mountain Home I knew we weren’t going anywhere. I walked up the manager and asked him if we could hang out in the back with him and his employee’s. He of course said yes and that is how I spent my next hour. In a backroom at Hastings bookstore with my daughter praying nothing bad had happened.&lt;br /&gt;Once somebody turned on the radio and I heard that a tornado had touched down I knew for some reason that my hubbie and son were safe. Don’t ask me how I knew but I did. Once I heard that Gassville had gotten hit I lost all the good feelings I had. My dad, step mom, aunt and cousin all live there.&lt;br /&gt;I started to try to call them or anybody at that point. I had to know what was happening. I knew they were supposed to all be home bout that time from work. How bad had it hit? Where in the town had it hit? Dammnit why didn’t the damn call go through!!&lt;br /&gt;Gassville is a town of about 700 to 800 folks. Small, quiet and for awhile home to me and my family. I have driven different school buses all over that town and knew a lot of the kids and their families. I had lived in a house I almost bought right there by the city park. Dammnit somebody answer their freaking phone!! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/R6sTpsR5hfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/fgkXHHfB_FU/s1600-h/Gassville+main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164243004692202994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/R6sTpsR5hfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/fgkXHHfB_FU/s320/Gassville+main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than the worst thing in the world happened, they started talking about damage. CRAP!!! Where was my family? Had it hit Flippin before going on? Where the people I loved the most in my life gone? How in the hell was I supposed to stay calm with my daughter right there beside me?&lt;br /&gt;I took a huge breath and blew it out. I had to believe in god. I know many folks don’t and that is your right. I always wonder though, how can you explain some of the things that happen in this world if there isn’t one? That is a different post for a different time.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, here I am in this back room at a bookstore with my daughter and these strangers. I knew one other person there and she wasn’t to keen on being there either with family in danger. Her 16 year old son was home in Gassville. She wasn’t sure if he was home alone or with her sister or mom. All she knew was nobody was answering at the house or on the cell phones. Talk about needing a drink. We both did at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;Finally they let us out of the back room at 6. The all clear had sounded and we were free. Expect for the fact it was raining buckets, again. I think they said something like we got almost 5 inches in just a few hours. That is a lot.&lt;br /&gt;The other mom was out of there like a light. Even though they weren’t allowing anybody into Gassville, she was going to go find her son. I wished her luck and went to the bathroom. Pregnant woman can not sit in a back room for an hour after drinking a glass of tea period end of discussion. After that I dashed to the car and off we went. Nobody was answering phones still but at least I knew why. The towers had been hit, great.&lt;br /&gt;I drove to my cousin’s, who lives right outside of Mountain Home, making sure she was ok. To my surprise and delight my aunt and other cousin are there. Thank you god!! 2 family members down, only 2 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed there and made sure they were fine and got out any info I could from them. They had tried to go home. They got as far as the beginning of town. There is a McDonald’s there. It is still standing but the golden arches were bent down around a car. The gas station that is right across from it is torn up. The state troopers told them they had to turn around. No way were they getting into Gassville right than. The only good news was my dad and step mom were safe.&lt;br /&gt;Considering for the past hour and half I have been trying not to freak out this news was helping. I could at least account for almost all my family. Only the idiot hubbie, who if he died would make me a mental case, was not heard from. Considering our son, who if he was gone would kill me, was with him I was still a little bit freaking.&lt;br /&gt;Finally after me trying to call for what felt like forever couldn’t get through I asked my cuz to help. First time was the winner, winner chicken dinner. The idiot answered!! “Everything is fine here. The electricity is off but we are ok. It didn’t hit us.” I swear you could hear my sigh of relief all the way to the California coast.&lt;br /&gt;I started to make my way home after that call. I needed to see for myself. Yeah I call him an idiot but it is a love term in our house. When I finally got home, after having to take the long way around, I was so tore up. I wanted to know what was happening in Gassville. Were my friends ok?&lt;br /&gt;I sucked in all the news I could from the radio and finally went to sleep. I wasn’t going to find out anymore that night. I just now saw pictures of the devastation that hit my town. There isn’t a main street anymore. It is just a row of a couple of places that got lucky. My fav Mexican place is gone. A great bbq place is destroyed. There used to be a trailer park in town, 65 of those things are gone. The church where a friend on mine was married destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;The worst part was I hadn’t actually heard my dad’s voice yet. Me and Dad are close but have had our differences in the past. It took me many years to forgive him for not doing things I thought a dad should when I was growing up. Hell I probably won’t forgive him for everything, but we have come to an understanding on that.&lt;br /&gt;I finally heard from my Dad at about noon today. I should have known the hard headed SOB would have gone to work. He was on his way back to the house to see the damage in the daylight. He told me how he had just gotten home from work and was doing some outside work real quick. He looked up and saw the rotation and could hear the rumble. My dad has been half deaf all his life so if he can hear something than that is something. He said he quickly went in the house and told my step mom to get into the bathroom and cover up. Rather than being smart about it and getting in there with her why does the man open up his front door and look out?? “There was a lot of debris flying around and it was windy.” I swear that is a direct quote from our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;It is at times like that I just want to pound my head into a wall. I didn’t know if I should say ya think or here’s your sign. Instead I said I bet. The damn thing was in his freaking back yard!!! It went from his backyard up the road and took out city hall and the fire station. But my dad being the genius he is was standing in his front door watching the debris fly. I still have to decide that when I do see him after I give him a hug if I should smack him on the head like in those V8 commercials or just keep on hugging him.&lt;br /&gt;To wrap this long post up, Gassville, Arkansas is destroyed. I haven’t actually been down in there but I have seen enough pictures to know it will never be the same. Gone is my easy town that has everything you need. The gas stations were both hit hard; the McDonald’s is in bad shape. All that I have heard is actually standing and in good condition is the local grocery market. Considering the City Hall is right behind it I am amazed.&lt;br /&gt;All I can do right now is pray that the people that I remember seeing walking the streets in the spring time are ok. The kids that I would laugh, yell or just plain roll my eyes at are fine. The one thing I have to keep remembering is that if I hadn’t agreed with my daughter and gone into Mountain Home early I would have been driving through there when that thing hit. Would I be here typing away and telling whoever reads this about my Tornado Tuesday or would I be in the hospital? Funny how one decision changes a life huh?&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/3713726109616249897-1434889085799183065?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/1434889085799183065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=1434889085799183065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/1434889085799183065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/1434889085799183065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/02/tornado-tuesday.html' title='Tornado Tuesday'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/R6sTxsR5hgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WyxegddE0ko/s72-c/Letty%27s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-3401065622314549820</id><published>2008-02-04T19:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T19:57:19.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics</title><content type='html'>With Super Tuesday looming I thought I would put my 2 cents in on a subject that I usually shut up about.  In my life I have learned not to talk about 3 things, love, religion and politics.  You never never win in a argument when it involves these 3 topics. &lt;br /&gt;Now for my 2 cents.  I am not a person that beliefs in just one parties way of thinking.  I figure there are to many people doing to many different things just to believe in one thing.  Plus I have seen to many things in this world not to know that there is a higher power that gave us the brains to choose for oursleves. &lt;br /&gt;Last time I voted I helped put the idiot in the White House.  Hell I helped put him there twice.  Yeah that means that I helped send my hubbie off to war, aint that a bitch.  Now I sit here after having to sell a house that I couldnt afford, no real insurance for my kids or myself, barely making shit as far as wages go and about to bring a new life into a world that is just going nuts. &lt;br /&gt;I look at the the ones that want to take over a job that is so high pressure I wonder how many years off a life it takes.  How can I be sure that when I do vote for the next president of the US I vote for the right person?  Will it be a woman, black man, preacher or a vet?  Will they truly do what this country needs done?&lt;br /&gt;So many questions and how are we supposed to get the right answer?  How many years have we sat and watched or heard about how people we elect to office accept bribes?  It seems like they go to Washington and for some reason lose all ability to say no to everything  but what a person with money wants them to.  I can understand wanting more in life but do you really have to sell yourself to?&lt;br /&gt;See that is the reason voting is so damn hard.  Everytime you figure out a answer you get another question.  It is almost like a crap shoot.  You just throw it out there and pray that you get the right one.  So far I figure my last two shots were not winning shots.  Maybe this time I will really do some serious homework and make sure that my next roll is the one that helps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-3401065622314549820?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/3401065622314549820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=3401065622314549820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/3401065622314549820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/3401065622314549820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/02/politics.html' title='Politics'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-5495851110856704863</id><published>2008-02-03T08:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T09:28:06.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbowl Sunday</title><content type='html'>Finally the day is here to watch big sweaty men beat the crap out of each other for a big shiny trophy.  Now how in the hell can anything be better than that.&lt;br /&gt;I am a huge fan of football.  I have been drooling over it ever since I first saw Sweetness make a move and the other guy fall on his face.  It was such a magic moment seeing what exactly a human body could do.  It was to me ballet.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that are sportstards, Sweetness is Walter Payton of the Chicago Bears.  I grew up watching him, Jim McMahon, the Fridge, Joe Montana, Jerry Rice, Barry Sanders and well of course Sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;These guys were for me my heros.  They were also the one thing me and my dad had in common.  I have never had it confirmed but I tell ya my dad had to want a boy for his first kid.  Instead he got me.  My mom tried to keep me in dresses and girly stuff but it just never stuck.  Than my sister came along and well mom had her doll.  I just sort of went out and played in the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;Now a days I can play in the dirt on the softball field, come home to my hubbie and kids and just be me.  IT is always nice to have someone there that you never have to be someone else for.  I can just be me and that is good enough.  But that is a post for another day, like my anniversary.  Damn now I have to remember which day it is.&lt;br /&gt;Back to what this post is about, football is a sport that everyone should not only look at as full contact but also a struggle.  A struggle of 2 teams trying to outwit the other.  It is the ulimate guessing game.  If i run this play will the guy on the other side guess where to move his to stop it? &lt;br /&gt;I guess you could call this the ulimate live chess game.  I never got into chess, to much sitting around and thinking.  Football though is a thing of beauty.  You are moving around and watching grown men hit each other.  A couple of coachs trying to make sure that everyone is where they should be.  The right play is used at the right time.  Both teams wanting that ulimate result, a win.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said at the begginging how could anything be better than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-5495851110856704863?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/5495851110856704863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=5495851110856704863&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/5495851110856704863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/5495851110856704863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/02/superbowl-sunday.html' title='Superbowl Sunday'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3713726109616249897.post-5616302179737266823</id><published>2008-02-02T17:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T17:20:59.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why not</title><content type='html'>Some people that know me figure I am pretty easy to figure out.  Just let her watch, play or coach sports and she is happy.  Not so fast my friends!!&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my hubbie's grandma asked me about music I have been hooked on vinyl.  She would ask me what I liked to listen to and considering her age I would say something like Johnny Cash.  She had a box set that we would put on and listen to while we talked of my day and hers.  Sometimes it would be one of the other artists but most times we would talk about them rather than listen.  I even helped her figure out some of the music she was looking for. &lt;br /&gt;IT seems I have a natural knack you could call it for remembering who sang what.  Never knew I did until a song would come on and somebody would say; "Hey who sang that?"  I would just blurt out who and everybody would look at me like how the hell you know that.  When I was younger this embrassed me cause come on everything did than.&lt;br /&gt;Now though I figure while this aint exactly helping em find a high paying job it at least is great to bust out at a party.  I am great at Trivial Pursit when it comes to music questions.  Plus i can rub it in hubbie's face when he thinks he knows it.  I love those moments!!&lt;br /&gt;So my question to everyone is why not?  Why cant I like something more than sports?  I am not a girly girl in any way but I can be a brainiac when it comes to music.  I guess it just gets under my skin when some of the people I know look at me wierd when I say I like to collect vinyl. &lt;br /&gt;This is my first post here and I decided why not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3713726109616249897-5616302179737266823?l=maryott2cents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/feeds/5616302179737266823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3713726109616249897&amp;postID=5616302179737266823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/5616302179737266823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3713726109616249897/posts/default/5616302179737266823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryott2cents.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-not.html' title='Why not'/><author><name>MaryO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09595619438918832467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8DDpyjRbTU/ST_XvRlw9hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6v0AXid6lGE/S220/josh+%26+butch+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
