<?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-2609079</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:19:28.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen Chris</title><subtitle type='html'>It's not easy being Queen, but someone has to be. Why not me?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>232</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-5660980</id><published>2001-09-13T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-09-13T05:47:00.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am now publishing my blog   &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.asp?user=queenchris"&gt; here:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-5660980?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5660980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5660980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_09_09_archive.html#5660980' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-5566684</id><published>2001-09-08T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-09-08T19:28:30.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Moving day.....&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.asp?user=queenchris"&gt;QueenChris &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-5566684?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5566684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5566684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_09_02_archive.html#5566684' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-5518524</id><published>2001-09-06T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-09-06T08:28:34.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention one of the errands yesterday was to get Katrina her learner's permit/waiver. She is supposed to drive everywhere with me from now on. Should be fun. I think one of these days we might brave rush hour traffic in Seattle....Kidding!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much happening here. Might go to Costco this afternoon since we are running out of coffee and toilet paper, two of the necessities of life at this house. The MTV awards are on tonight and Katrina has invited people over. The computer the kids use is out by the TV and Brady has a paper to write. That means I have to sacrifice my computer time so he can use mine in here. Ugh!!!! Not a happy camper, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-5518524?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5518524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5518524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_09_02_archive.html#5518524' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-5494951</id><published>2001-09-05T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-09-05T05:38:17.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I suppose the only way to get back into this is just to start writing again. I hate writer's block. I haven't even been commenting on other blogs much, which is strange for me since I usually have something to say and no trouble saying it, right friends??? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my schedule for today. I have a friend coming over for breakfast and coffee. I'm trying to take advantage of my vacation status while I still can. I need to pick up Halle from the vet later on. She got spayed yesterday. I missed her last night. When Katrina gets home from school we are going to buy school supplies, return some movies, and get dog food for Maggie and taco pizza for Brandon (I can post his name now since he's family, lol). Somehow my goofy teenager and her boyfriend have decided it's more fun to come here for lunch and hang out with me than it is to go to his empty house or out to lunch. Let's see, after those errands, I need to zip back into town in time to pick up Brady from football practice. I have no clue what to have for dinner, but it better be something quick since Brady will be starving. I imagine the kids will have some homework and I am sure Brandon will come over too. So that's it for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-5494951?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5494951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5494951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_09_02_archive.html#5494951' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-5463043</id><published>2001-09-03T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-09-03T16:10:48.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel guilty for not blogging lately. My life is just as interesting as ever, but for some reason I haven't been in the mood to write. I hope this blog funk passes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-5463043?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5463043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5463043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_09_02_archive.html#5463043' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-5411764</id><published>2001-08-31T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-31T14:03:08.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I resent being called a lurker when I visit another site and don't post. There are various reasons why I might do that. One could be that I feel shy at the time. Or I might be looking for an old post of mine for reference. Or it might be that when I did post there I had been told in no uncertain terms that I was not wanted, but because someone I care about still posts there, I might want to see how they are doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite frankly, I'm sick of lurker comments. If you don't want people on your site, then close the damn thing down. It's a free country and I will damn well visit wherever the hell I want to!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-5411764?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5411764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5411764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_08_26_archive.html#5411764' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-5332128</id><published>2001-08-27T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-27T18:51:36.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I stole this from &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.asp?user=yvonnedb"TARGET="NEWWINDOW"&gt;Yvonne&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-5332128?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5332128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5332128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_08_26_archive.html#5332128' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-5332108</id><published>2001-08-27T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-27T18:50:34.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Open up your CD player, what's inside? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar Ray and Dire Straits in the house, AC/DC in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look in your VCR, is there a movie? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we take them out when we are finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there happens to be music playing right now, what is it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss You by the Rolling Stones (on the radio).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gap shortalls, white tank top, no shoes of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look down, what's the first thing that catches your eye? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clutter on my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn on your TV if it's not on already, what network is it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedroom: Fox station that I watch the 10:00 news on.&lt;br /&gt;Living Room: MTV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out the window, what's the weather like? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny, a few high thin clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to hit redial on your phone right now, where would it call? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One of the kid's friends. On my cell phone, it would be my home number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say "hello?" out loud, did anyone answer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brady echoed my hello, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you planning on doing next as soon as you get offline? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Katrina started on kitchen clean up and go for a walk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-5332108?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5332108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5332108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_08_26_archive.html#5332108' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-5310850</id><published>2001-08-26T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-26T18:43:18.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to one of those free concert in the park things today. It was sunny and warm and the music was nice. I took Brady for some one on one time. He was in a snit yesterday because I took Katrina shopping and left him at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying my vacation time. Feels great to not have some deadline looming over me. I usually don't long for the kids to get back to school, but I am a little now knowing I have some ALONE time coming up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-5310850?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5310850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5310850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_08_26_archive.html#5310850' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-5250842</id><published>2001-08-23T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-23T06:00:56.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forgot to post this yesterday, but I am officially done with school for the quarter, yah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina's friend came over last night for some forgotten CD's and came down to my room to see how I was doing. Just like the night before I ended up with 3 kids sitting on my bed talking. It's a neat feeling. My brother and I always avoided my mother when we were teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the cold is in full bloom now. I went walking last night and felt great for about an hour afterwards,  then boom! I was so tired I crashed into bed before 9:00.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-5250842?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5250842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5250842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_08_19_archive.html#5250842' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-5223996</id><published>2001-08-21T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-21T19:59:12.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Katrina has this friend *B* who is cute, her age, drives a nice car and is perfect boyfriend material. Of course she just considers him a friend which drives me nuts. I tell her when she's my age she will dream about having someone like him. He's over at our house a lot and is a real sweetheart. Today Katrina told him I was coming down with a cold. He drove over immediately bringing me a can of chicken soup!!!!!! Everyone say AWWWWWWWWW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-5223996?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5223996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5223996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_08_19_archive.html#5223996' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-5202681</id><published>2001-08-20T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-20T18:57:33.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't blogged much. It's finals week for me so I've been a bit distracted, to put it mildly. Also AF is just arriving and that always makes me moody, so better to not journal any of my negative thoughts right now, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-5202681?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5202681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5202681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_08_19_archive.html#5202681' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-5144916</id><published>2001-08-17T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-17T07:30:55.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just passing on something from us folks at ePN....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know the reason there are so many new posters may have a lot to do with the fact that Moms Online is down right now. For whatever reason you have joined us, we welcome you! You will find some things that look familiar and others that are different. We hope you enjoy visiting us and when your "home" site comes back we would love to have you come visit whenever you want :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-5144916?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5144916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5144916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_08_12_archive.html#5144916' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-5125008</id><published>2001-08-16T07:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-16T07:55:41.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weird, I had to post in pieces today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-5125008?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5125008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5125008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_08_12_archive.html#5125008' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-5125003</id><published>2001-08-16T07:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-16T07:55:28.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some good news in my life is my brother is flying us three to Hawaii for his wedding! I am thrilled on so many levels. First of all is to see my brother take his vows and secondly is a chance to see such a beautiful area. I feel blessed! I've had to deal with some weird feelings about him spending so much dinero on us, but I realize that this is his way of thanking me for taking care of him and his family when his first wife was dying. Now it's come full circle and he has another beautiful woman to share his life with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-5125003?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5125003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5125003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_08_12_archive.html#5125003' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-5124995</id><published>2001-08-16T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-16T07:55:06.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It looks like Mike filed for divorce. Should I be sad? I have told a few people it's as if the marriage ended with a whimper rather than a bang. The change in our household this last month has been unbelievable. Right now I am mulling over the work v. school thing.  I have to consider what is beneficial not only to my future, but to my present,  which is having a home in which to raise my children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-5124995?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5124995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5124995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_08_12_archive.html#5124995' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-5124990</id><published>2001-08-16T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-16T07:54:48.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just winding down to the last week of school so I haven't had much to blog. Brady and I are going to see Blink 182 tomorrow along with some friends. Next week the kids register for school and I have my finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up Giselle's ashes on Monday. They are sealed in a nice wooden urn. It's kind of plain. The kids want me to get some sort of marker for it. I am doing ok. I reached for her a few times at night and found Halle instead. Halle seems to be trying to take the alpha cat spot now by sleeping with momma at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-5124990?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5124990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5124990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_08_12_archive.html#5124990' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-5063266</id><published>2001-08-13T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-13T07:43:48.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weather's been so nice lately, I haven't been inside much to blog. I've been working on the yard, washing cars and sitting on my porch reading and drinking. School's almost done, TG! I'm so burned out. I may be looking at working and putting school back on that burner it seems to know so well. We will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-5063266?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5063266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5063266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_08_12_archive.html#5063266' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-5032718</id><published>2001-08-11T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-11T07:19:20.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday Katrina had a few errands to run and we needed to pick up her friend *R* from her hair appointment. I let her drive (yikes) and suggested she park in a lot in town and walk her errands since it's such a small downtown and parking is miserable. Since it was so hot I didn't wait in the car for them, instead I chose to lean against a building in the shade. I was watching them, R is about 5-7, blonde, lean and gorgeous. Katrina is a little shorter and very curvy. I was just cracking up at the spectacle they made walking through town in their tiny tight tops and capris. Men and boys of all ages were doing double and triple takes as they drove past the girls. Ahhh to be that young and gorgeous again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-5032718?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5032718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5032718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_08_05_archive.html#5032718' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-5018388</id><published>2001-08-10T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-10T10:11:49.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At the risk of yet another emotional blog entry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just returned home from having Giselle euthanized. Her quality of life has been deteriorating rapidly these last few weeks and yesterday I decided to let her go. She has been a wonderful companion and family member for 16 years and deserves to rest. I was holding her when she died and it was very peaceful. I have arranged for a private cremation and will keep her ashes. When I die, I plan to have them cremated with me. I won't do this for any other animal, but I needed to with this one. She saw me raise two babies and struggle through two marriages. She was my soulmate kitty and no one can ever take her place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-5018388?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5018388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/5018388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_08_05_archive.html#5018388' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4937928</id><published>2001-08-06T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-06T09:12:44.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh and I have been completely blown away by the comments on my 8/3 blog. I cannot even describe what it means to have so much support here, on ICQ and in my email. I truly treasure all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4937928?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4937928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4937928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_08_05_archive.html#4937928' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4937885</id><published>2001-08-06T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-06T09:09:26.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a quick note to say Katrina is here and happily decorating her new room!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4937885?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4937885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4937885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_08_05_archive.html#4937885' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4920470</id><published>2001-08-05T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-05T09:27:30.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Follower that I am I took the Goddess quiz. Not at all surprised by the results either. Persephone is me, lol, Hera is what I want to be and then the last two are exact opposites which is typical for a Gemini, lol! &lt;font color=hotpink&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored 41.7% Persephone&lt;br /&gt;If you exemplify the qualities of Persephone, you have most likely experienced great loss in your life -- the loss of your health or your emotional or physical security, the betrayal of a friend or lover, the loss of a child, your own divorce or that of your parents. This experience has forced you to face the dark, unenlightened side of yourself (the side that blames other people or circumstances for your own suffering) and transform yourself into a stronger, more independent, more accepting and more loving person. It may have also led you down a spiritual path, and moved you to place great emphasis on inner calm and on close connections with friends. You are capable of embracing, integrating and accepting difficult experiences. Because of that skill, you offer others the gift of empathy -- you know where they are or have been. &lt;br /&gt;*	Read More About Persephone&lt;br /&gt;*	Free Your Unconcscious Mind with Persephone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored 16.7% Hera&lt;br /&gt;If you possess many of Hera's qualities, you tend to find fulfillment in relationships and look on marriage as a permanent union. In marriage, you feel no sense of frustration or resentment, because you are an equal partner with your spouse. You are confident and have no trouble asserting your authority in and out of the relationships. You seek men who are self-confident and successful, because you are comfortable with the concept that you can be fulfilled through him (and him through you). As long as your partner honors the marriage as much as you do and appreciates you, you will be happy. If he doesn't, you must concentrate on your own growth and discover an identity independent of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*	Read more about Hera&lt;br /&gt;*	Renew Your Environment with Hera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored 16.7% Aphrodite&lt;br /&gt;If you are ruled mostly by Aphrodite, your femininity and passionate spirit are the controlling forces in your life. You tend to be charismatic and self-assured, comfortable with your body and unrestrained sexually. Men are drawn to you like bees to flowers, which satisfies your erotic nature. However, you tend not to form permanent attachments with lovers because you value your sexual freedom, which may leave you feeling lonely and even depleted once a relationship ends. To find and form a more lasting relationship, you need to add more of the goddess Hera to your life. Check out Week Four of our Become a Love Goddess in 30 Days Love Lesson for how-to's.&lt;br /&gt;*	Read More About Aphrodite&lt;br /&gt;*	Feel Beautiful With Aphrodite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored 16.7% Athena&lt;br /&gt;If you are ruled by Athena, you are bright-eyed, shrewd, resourceful and inventive. With friends, you are the wise counselor -- always ready with an empowering message. You are believe strongly that women can accomplish anything men can. No wonder you put so much time into your career. Athena women tend to be ruled by their head, not by their heart. You carefully guard your intimate side, protecting your emotions and vulnerability. If you want to awaken your unexpressed womanliness, you'll have to use the same passion you apply to your intellectual achievements. It's important that you work to integrate your strong masculine side with your feminine side -- bringing together your strength with your vulnerability, your creativity with caring, your intelligence with imagination. Otherwise, you risk coming off as unaffectionate and self-righteous. Take lessons from the goddesses Hestia and Aphrodite to do this. &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4920470?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4920470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4920470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_08_05_archive.html#4920470' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4899047</id><published>2001-08-03T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-03T19:21:55.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is one of the most difficult blogs I have ever had to write. Not just because of the content of it, but because something tells me there are those out there in cyberland who might actually revel in whatever perceived misery they may think I have. There are those who have accused me of being unhappy in my life as a result of something I have blogged in the past and may now think, aha! Rest assured anything I have blogged as a message to other people may have been childish or even petty, but in no way was it as a result of me being unhappy in my life. You see I have had a good life. Sure there has been tragedy and heartache, but every day I wake up feeling positive and happy. I have nice things, travel and haven’t had to worry about money for a long time. I really have been blessed. My marriage has had a lot of issues relating to my husband’s depression. I decided many months ago to let go of his problem and live my own life and have done so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as you know from a previous entry, my daughter has decided to come back and live with me. What you don’t know is that my husband decided it was time for him to move on once he heard this news. I am sorry for the loss of my marriage, but he needs to do what he needs to do. Until he heals himself, he was no good here anyway. I know I should be devastated and worried, but I am not. I guess my decision to be responsible for my own happiness earlier this year has paid off. I didn’t post about this right away because I needed time to absorb the news and see how it would affect me. I admit I thought there might be people out there who figured the bitch had it coming and I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead and laugh. Leave me anonymous comments. You can’t hurt me. I have a circle of friends who are here for me, including the much-maligned Diane. You guys just don’t get her, do you? Ah well that’s for another blog. Love to all of my friends out there. You make it all worthwhile :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4899047?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4899047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4899047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_07_29_archive.html#4899047' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4878927</id><published>2001-08-02T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-02T18:10:00.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK quit bugging me. I  know I haven't blogged. I must be saving up for another big one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4878927?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4878927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4878927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_07_29_archive.html#4878927' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4842915</id><published>2001-07-31T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-31T18:17:24.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long ass blog ahead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday Brady and I picked up Julie, Johnny, Johnathan and Justin from the airport. We went down to the Seattle Center and looked around a little before hopping on the Monorail for a trip downtown. While we were downtown we went to Pike Place Market and the waterfront. By then the fog had burned off and it was just gorgeous out. We ate lunch at one of Seattle’s finest waterfront restaurants and then hiked back up to the Monorail station and zoomed back to the Seattle Center for our Space Needle trip. Julie had a ball on the elevator, lol. I had forgotten how on &lt;I&gt; my &lt;/I&gt;first trip to the Needle, I felt like I was losing my balance up there. Something about the design makes you feel as if you are tilting, so it was funny to watch them walk. It was so clear out you could see forever. Johnny is intensely curious about everything, so I pointed out everything I could identify, lol. After we came down (whoosh!!!!) from the needle, I drove them out to Husky Stadium where the University of Washington Huskies (and the Seattle Seahawks, temporarily) play football. We next headed to Diane’s for pizza and beer. Stephen showed up not long after we did. We had a good time laughing and visiting. I have pictures from everything we did but that. I even brought my camera in, duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we piled into the truck and headed to Woodinville to visit the Redhook brewery. Like a dorko I took the exit as if I was heading to Denise’s (we had been talking about how she wasn’t going to lunch with us) instead of the more direct one to Woodinville. Oh well that way they got to see some nice scenery, lol. We were a mere 45 minutes late meeting Diane and her kids for lunch. I fear I’ve lost my reputation as the always-punctual Queen of Washington. Our waitress was a real bitch and I had fun being bitchy back. I mean three requests for napkins???? The food was terrific though and the beer awesome. I think I got Johnny hooked on our beer up here, lol. We had a great time on the tour. Johnny has never met a stranger and managed to become life-long buddies with at least 4 guys while on the tour. The kids were pretty great on what was probably a big bore for them. After the tour we headed across the floating bridge to Seattle and found great parking near Safeco Field. The stadium was beautiful and the seats were awesome. We had our semi-private bar even. The Mariner’s won and we got plastered. I managed to spill beer in my purse when I was looking for an Edgar Martinez pin to give Zander. If that wasn’t enough, later on someone who shall remain nameless, ok it was Julie, poured beer on my pants. I stood up from the shock of it and felt the beer running down my leg like pee. LMAO!!! I was laughing so hard I almost PIMP anyway. Like you would know at that point? We had a great time making fun of the peanut protector, some grumpy ass guy who obviously does not like kids. After the game we all crashed at Diane’s. Of course Diane was late because of the Seattle transportation system, but I barged right in and told Aaron, we were here to sleep, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was relaxing day after we came home from Seattle. Julie, Johnny and I drove to my college so they could see how pretty the setting is and then I took them to the State Park that is in my backyard practically. We managed to pry the boyz away from the Play Station and the scooter ramp they built and went out for Mexican for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was yet another long car drive up the 101 Hood Canal peninsula to Port Townsend. This time we were only 30 minutes late meeting Diane’s family for lunch. Brady had a migraine hit him and we had had to stop for drugs and a few air breaks. To the delight of the children, we fed them at the Golden Arches and then drove to Fort Worden State Park for a hike around the old bunkers and tunnels. It’s usually not rainy up there, but tends to be windy so I encouraged everyone to dress accordingly. Well it was hot, so we were sweat balls. OK mainly me, lol. After the park, Diane and crew went on a brew tour while we went on the ferry to Keystone (Whidbey Island). Oh before we got on the ferry we stopped for a beer and the kids found a dog outside the pub that loved the attention she got from them. One of the things you always see in PT is dogs outside of shops and restaurants waiting for their owners. The ferry was fun and blessedly cool. Afterwards we rejoined the Diane clan for dinner and were even on time! It was tough saying goodbye at the end, but we all had long drives. I took them home over the Hood Canal Bridge and down the Kitsap peninsula just so they could see a different (and less winding) road. We all crashed in front of the TV for about an hour before us adults stumbled off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday everyone slept in as long as they wanted. Johnny took the boys to the skate park while Julie and I got ready and she packed. You know that part of the visit where you know it’s coming to an end, but you are avoiding talking about it? Well that was how it was. Finally it was time to go. Brady stayed home so we could use the Honda and was so cute jogging alongside the car as we left. We had lunch at Ivar’s Acres of Clams (a Seattle tradition) before I took them to the airport. I hate the goodbye part. Knowing I’d see them all in Vegas in 2 months helped take the sting out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been careful to not call this an IRL because it wasn’t. This was inviting my friends to come visit me. I can’t look at Julie and think she’s my internet friend. Julie and Johnny and those terrific boys are like family to me. I love them very much and what they gave me the past five days was priceless. I was so happy to share this time with my bratty little sister-friend Diane and her family who are equally precious to me, and with cutie-pie Stephen who is always so fun and made me miss Donna, Raye and the boys. So that’s my recap of the past 5 five days. Hope you enjoyed it. Pictures available upon request. LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4842915?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4842915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4842915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_07_29_archive.html#4842915' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4720676</id><published>2001-07-25T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-25T05:17:50.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks for all of the well wishes from my sweet friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on a blogging vacation until Tuesday, July 31. Take care everyone :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4720676?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4720676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4720676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_07_22_archive.html#4720676' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4704414</id><published>2001-07-24T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-24T08:42:06.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok I said that I won't be  blogging much, not I won't be blogging at all, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some news to share! My daughter has decided to move back home. After two very long years she realizes mom is best, ROFL! I'm sure there's more to it than that though. Now I get to blog about how much fun it is for two women to share living space. Yikes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4704414?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4704414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4704414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_07_22_archive.html#4704414' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4656183</id><published>2001-07-21T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-21T10:19:57.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I won't be blogging much over the next 10 days. I have to get ready for my guests and work ahead at school so I can play. Just wanted to let you know in case you check here daily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4656183?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4656183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4656183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_07_15_archive.html#4656183' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4637660</id><published>2001-07-20T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-20T06:37:41.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good point about the mailbox key Dee Dee. I will ask her that right now when I email her. I know the apartment locks were changed the same day and luckily she is moving to a different unit (she had been waiting for a downstairs one) next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW her apartment complex is gated. I wonder HTH these thieves got in there????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4637660?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4637660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4637660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_07_15_archive.html#4637660' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4631486</id><published>2001-07-19T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-19T20:35:25.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh! I meant to post this too. If you have anything on your keys or key ring that identifies you or where you live, get rid of it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always kept my house, car and work keys separate. I highly recommend that to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't leave things you love in your car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4631486?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4631486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4631486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_07_15_archive.html#4631486' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4631447</id><published>2001-07-19T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-19T20:33:05.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got off of a phone call with my mom. Saturday night she left her wallet in her car. On Sunday she went down to get it and then spent the rest of the day in her apartment. Monday morning she went to lock her door to go to work and realized her keys were missing. Thinking she might have locked them in her car, she raced down to the parking lot and discovered her car was gone! She went back to her apt. to call the police. All this time in and out she's noticing in the back of her mind that the doorlatch is loose. It turns out she must have dropped her keys Sunday morning. Her mailbox key had the apartment number on it. In the middle of the night Sunday night she had been awakened by a scraping noise and thought maybe her fan motor was going bad. Actually it was the car thieves trying to break into her apartment. Thank God she had set the latch on the inside as well as lock the deadbolt. That flimsy latch may have saved her life. I was just shaking as she told me this part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They recovered her car, stripped but undamaged. Insurance will cover everything. She's sad because her sister (the one who died last month) had given her a couple of items and they were in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she got done telling me all of this and I got over my shock we both laughed hysterically. Kind of a release thing I guess. She was thrilled when I told her I was going to share this with "the internet." I told her I have no secrets from my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4631447?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4631447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4631447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_07_15_archive.html#4631447' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4619538</id><published>2001-07-19T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-19T07:36:17.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel guilty because I haven't had much worth blogging recently. Brady's not here to do all of the goofy things he does that gives me something to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing to write about is that my friend &lt;a href="http://www.js2boyz.com/weblog.html"TARGET="NEW WINDOW"&gt; Julie&lt;/a&gt; and her family are going to be here in one short week. While they are here we plan to visit downtown Seattle, go up in the Space Needle, tour a brewery, catch a Mariner's game, attend my town's festival weekend, drive up to the rainforest (this is a new addition Julie, lol), visit Port Townsend and Fort Worden and meet a bunch of our mutual friends. We are going to see Diane, Tiggy, Denise and Stephen!!! I am very excited about this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4619538?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4619538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4619538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_07_15_archive.html#4619538' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4580128</id><published>2001-07-17T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-17T07:21:16.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Summer doldrums here. Not much to post. With no kids around here it is deadly quiet. Mike does his thing, I do mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of my day yesterday was getting a new cell phone. I have been wanting to upgrade to digital since it finally became available in our area. Now I have voice mail too which will come in handy when I am in class and can't leave my phone on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4580128?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4580128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4580128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_07_15_archive.html#4580128' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4548331</id><published>2001-07-15T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-15T06:44:19.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn, we've been outed, Yvonne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a well deserved play day yesterday. Spent the day doing things for me and then ended up at a casino drinking with friends. Got home at 10:30 and got the hairy eyeball, but I don't care. Seeing that the giver went sailing three days last week, I don't have any remorse for taking off for a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4548331?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4548331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4548331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_07_15_archive.html#4548331' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4526596</id><published>2001-07-13T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-13T13:42:46.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I may be back among the living now. The jury is still out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our new kitten on Wednesday. This was the kitten I had arranged to get weeks ago and then we had Halle kind of fall into our laps. So now we have two kittens. The new one is named Simon and he is a fuzzy ball of a kitten with a deformed tail. He and Halle have totally adopted one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina flew out to my brother's today. I miss her already. Even if we had a major knock down drag out mother/daughter blowout last night. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4526596?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4526596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4526596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_07_08_archive.html#4526596' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4502011</id><published>2001-07-12T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-12T07:13:49.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been writing much because I am not well. Thought I better update though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4502011?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4502011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4502011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_07_08_archive.html#4502011' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4456211</id><published>2001-07-09T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-09T14:13:05.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyone else having trouble getting into our usual site? Or is it just me? Let me know on my comments or in Weblog buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4456211?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4456211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4456211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_07_08_archive.html#4456211' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4451053</id><published>2001-07-09T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-09T08:33:48.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And yes I am well aware I am a fucking bitch sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4451053?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4451053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4451053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_07_08_archive.html#4451053' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4451027</id><published>2001-07-09T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-09T08:32:38.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My God it is a glorious day here! This is why I live in the Northwest and put up with the freaking dreary rain from Nov-June. I took Maggie out for a morning warm-up walk and we could have gone forever if it hadn't have been for my bladder, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I need to visit various savings accounts and withdraw the $ to pay for Brady's new dirt  bike. Mike is already throwing up roadblocks about picking it up. "We'll need ramps Chris." No shit sherlock; we talked about this before and we have been waiting since April to find a bike. "I don't have any tie downs for the truck." Well I am sure rope will do fine for the half mile trip home. Jesus! He's just got his nose out of joint because he wanted to ride it home and I said he was too heavy. He's over 200lbs! This bike is not made to haul that kind of weight. Hey at least I was sensitive about it. Get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4451027?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4451027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4451027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_07_08_archive.html#4451027' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4435202</id><published>2001-07-08T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-08T06:35:22.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somebody please tell me why the hell I decided to go to summer school??? I feel like a mole spending all day indoors. When I do finally step outside the light is almost blinding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat is slowly recovering. It's so hard for her to bounce back from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had the wild urge to get some fresh air and drove (how sad that I didn't even have time to walk) around the block. Of course where I live, a block is more of a country mile, but anyway I passed a garage sale and noticed a dirt bike sitting out front. We have been watching for one for Brady. He has been saving forever. Well this one was just what we were looking for, in good shape and the right price. I jumped on it immediately. That's figuratively, not literally folks. I haven't been on a bike since I was 19 and have no plans to do so anytime soon. Turns out it's owned by the son of a lady I know, so we did the deal and Brady now owns a dirt bike. I called him at his dads to tell him the news and got all sorts of flak. He was thrilled, but while we were talking, the background was filled with shitty comments from his dad and stepmom. The gist of it was how I was so selfish to give him this news while he was there and why couldn't I have waited three weeks. Well geez let's see. First of all he has been watching the ads, riding his bike through town looking and dragging us to bike dealers. Second of all, he mentions it every time we talk. Am I supposed to lie?And third, he's had some very rough patches lately and I wanted to give him some good news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4435202?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4435202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4435202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_07_08_archive.html#4435202' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4406825</id><published>2001-07-06T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-06T05:57:53.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have some really great friends. You know me better than I know myself sometimes. Thank you for being in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4406825?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4406825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4406825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_07_01_archive.html#4406825' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4400831</id><published>2001-07-05T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-05T19:31:50.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My cat is doing a bit better today. The vet called while I was gone to say her (the cat, not the vet, lol) urine had bacteria in it. Mike told her about how Zelly was doing and the vet suggested we might need more tests. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty shitty day all around. I had to take Brady to meet his dad, but instead of Portland, I ended up having to drive all the way to Eugene! Nothing like an 8 hour round trip that results in not seeing your baby for almost 3 weeks. We did have a fun time driving down in the Miata, though I have discovered a couple of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Do not, under any circumstances try to open the top to a convertible while traveling 70 mph. Luckily Brady and I have fast reactions and could grab the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Even if you rarely burn in the sun, keep in mind that in a black car, on a hot day and with the wind whipping through, you will get one hell of a nasty wind/sun burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in case you are keeping a karma tally on me: My beloved cat is ill, my most favorite male person in the world is gone, I missed a day of class and I am radiating enough heat off of my arms, thighs and face to grill weiners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4400831?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4400831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4400831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_07_01_archive.html#4400831' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4376920</id><published>2001-07-04T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-04T09:01:58.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The vet said her kidneys have not gotten any worse, but that she does have a UTI which is unusual for a cat of her age. They forced fluids on her and she seemed a lot better last night, but by the time I went to be I could see she was feeling bad again. She cried when I put her on the bed with me. At about 1:30 this morning I heard her jump down and thought I better open the door so she could get to her litter box. She ended up laying in my doorway. I grabbed my pillow and layed down next to her for about an hour. I finally carried her to the litter box and she just sat in there for the longest time until I lifted her out. I offered her food and water, but she didn't want either one. She did walk into the livingroom and curled up on the rug. I finally slept from about 3:30 to 6:30 and then was awakened by Mike telling me the dog threw up!!! Oy! Maggie was so scared of the fireworks yesterday she didn't eat and just had empty stomach nausea. Cleaned the carpet and by then I was so awake I did school work. Zelly (Giselle) came down the hall and is laying in the doorway to my office. She is so miserable. Not sleeping at all, just laying there with her eyes open. The vet assured me she was not ready to die yet, but I look at her misery and wonder if she is correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate your hugs and support. I need to  be able to write all of this out and do not expect you to respond unless you want to, ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4376920?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4376920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4376920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_07_01_archive.html#4376920' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4357874</id><published>2001-07-03T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-03T06:20:09.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here waiting until the vet opens so I can  make a phone call. The real Queen of our household, Giselle, is not doing well. She is 16 and in May was diagnosed with 80% kidney failure. I was told she could live this way for months, even years, but I had a few things I needed to watch out for. Today I noticed some drops of blood in the hallway and saw her licking herself. I see her straining to pee, but nothing is coming out. I have a sick feeling that this may be it for her. Already I am wondering how to prepare my son for this. In the last 3 months he's seen his beloved cat struck and killed by a car and then had the failed attempt to rescue an abandoned baby duckling. And then I wonder who is going to prepare me? I have had this cat since my daughter was a baby and she has been through so much with me. Always there to comfort me and never minding my tears falling on to her coat. I guess we are never ready to say goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4357874?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4357874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4357874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_07_01_archive.html#4357874' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4348235</id><published>2001-07-02T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-02T14:47:02.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been thinking about the whole infidelity issue. So many people try to analyze the why's and try to assign blame.  Did it ever occur to anyone that people might just want a taste of something new and exciting??? Admit it...how many of us have had that thought when an attractive guy or gal pays us some special attention?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4348235?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4348235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4348235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_07_01_archive.html#4348235' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4348195</id><published>2001-07-02T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-02T14:44:03.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I noticed I can't view my blog in Netscape now. Pisses me off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from camping; had a nice time in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina's young man is certainly smitten. He called her last night (it's long distance) and they talked for over 2 hours. He called again later, but she'd left for a friend's. He sounded so dejected when I told him too, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4348195?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4348195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4348195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_07_01_archive.html#4348195' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4292659</id><published>2001-06-28T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-28T17:49:03.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My daughter just got picked up for a date by the hottest guy! No wonder she was freaking out when she got ready. ***Fanning myself madly***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4292659?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4292659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4292659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_24_archive.html#4292659' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4282744</id><published>2001-06-28T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-28T05:53:27.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is my first day in the VC-Virtual Classroom. As I have been perusing the message boards there I see I am in the minority taking three classes. Most people are taking one or two. Hope I don't regret this more than I do already, lol. Meaning that I want to play this summer instead of having my head in a book all the time. Oh well keeping an eye on the prize here means I need to do what I can to finish soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4282744?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4282744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4282744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_24_archive.html#4282744' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4264729</id><published>2001-06-27T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-27T05:11:31.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stolen from a blog somewhere: &lt;b&gt;Why are married women heavier than single women? &lt;br /&gt;Single women come home, see what's in the fridge and go to bed. Married &lt;br /&gt;women come home, see what's in the bed and go to the fridge. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day yesterday! A good one for a change. We didn't do a whole lot, just had a good time together (me and the kids). Mike was gone for most of the day. It's a shame he can't relax enough to  have a good time anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina and I found a darling kitten yesterday. She is white with some tiger patches including her head and tail. The very tip of her tail is white, like it got dipped in paint, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids didn't fight even though they hung out together. I took pictures of them laying on the couch and was struck by two things: 1. Brady is really growing. He's so small compared to his classmates, I haven't noticed it, but his legs are getting longer, he's starting to thicken a bit and his head is enormous next to his sister's, lol. 2. They don't look alike at first glance (to me), but then when you really look, they really do resemble each other. I took one where they were both looking at the TV and it was like twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something I found funny. My daughter and I had a better conversation via ICQ than we did face to face, lol. Last night I'm in here doing my thing and she's icq-ing me from the other room. She says we are both internet nerds and she is right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4264729?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4264729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4264729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_24_archive.html#4264729' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4242909</id><published>2001-06-25T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-25T20:29:56.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you all who commented about my aunt's death. I love my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying Katrina's visit. The phone calls are non stop. She's got two boys from a nearby town who not only call constantly, they dropped by last night. I had to tell them she wasn't here. Come to find out she and her friend had been ducking them all night, lol. Brady's got two girls out in the living room. My kids are grown up and have way more exciting social lives than I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more month Julie!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4242909?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4242909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4242909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_24_archive.html#4242909' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4217029</id><published>2001-06-24T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-24T05:48:24.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a nice day yesterday. I woke up my teenagers (well ok B is still officially a preteen) and made them come with me to the farmers market. Then we went to some motorcycle shops to price shop dirt bikes. While we were out, Mike stopped at a Mazda dealership to inquire about getting another key for the Miata. I was scraping my college parking sticker of of my window when this cute salesman came up and offered to help me. We had the nicest conversation and when I got back in the car, Brady hollered, "Mom!!! You were flirting!!!!!" He was outraged, lol. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4217029?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4217029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4217029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_24_archive.html#4217029' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4198813</id><published>2001-06-22T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-22T16:39:31.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever think about what you cart around every day? I just cleaned out my backpack. This is what I found inside other than the expected books, notebook, folders, pens and pencils:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;student ID, half a roll  of Tums, $1 bill, a hanky, a latte punch card, an almost empty bottle of Excedrin migraine, a half eaten protein bar, hand lotion, 4 tampons, breath mints, 2 pantiliners, and some scraps of paper DNA I lost from my biology notes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4198813?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4198813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4198813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_17_archive.html#4198813' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4196560</id><published>2001-06-22T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-22T13:38:25.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My aunt died this morning. I had to drive right past the exit to her hospital on my way to pick up Katrina this morning. Not knowing of her death (and not knowing the time even now), I remember thinking how glad I was that I had had some time with her and that I've been keeping up on her progress. I don't have any regrets about not stopping. She had expressed many times her dismay of how her body had failed her and how she didn't like people seeing her this way. Rest peacefully, Aunt Lois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4196560?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4196560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4196560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_17_archive.html#4196560' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4186239</id><published>2001-06-21T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-21T22:27:34.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No place for this in my bitch blog below. I had such a great day with my best boy. He slept in till 11:00, then got up, made his own lunch and got ready for the orthodontist. We listened to his music all the way there and then I sat back and watched him flirt and crack jokes with the ladies there. He is ready for his braces, but won't get them till the end of August because they are so booked. Suits me fine since we are busy between now and then anyhow. After we got done there, we went grocery shopping together. He talked me into a bunch of spiky pom pom flowers for his little girl friend. He has a new gf now. She owns horses and has been teaching him  to ride. He's still friends with the one from a couple of months ago (remember the first kiss?), in fact the three of them hung out together on the 6th grade trip. She's another tall one, with blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair. He sure knows how to pick cute girls. Right now I am waiting for him to get home from yet another "end of the year" party. That makes three of them! I opted not to have one. So soon after his birthday, plus on any given hot day we have a handful of kids here swimming anyway, I make pizza, we can call that a party, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4186239?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4186239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4186239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_17_archive.html#4186239' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4186115</id><published>2001-06-21T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-21T22:16:59.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just spoke to the ex *shudder* and made arrangements to meet him in Portland tomorrow to pick up my daughter for her summer visit. Meanwhile back at the ranch, the current is proving once again that I should win some sort of prize for picking verbally abusive men who blame their problems on rotten childhoods, bad breaks and wives who might possibly have more brains in their big toe than they do in their whole fucking bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4186115?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4186115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4186115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_17_archive.html#4186115' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4172754</id><published>2001-06-21T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-21T06:46:29.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got the itch to organize. I might even take advantage of the webspace I have on my isp and start doing pictures. One thing I will be doing is removing blogs that haven't been used for a month. If it's you, and you start blogging again, let me know and I'll put you back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4172754?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4172754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4172754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_17_archive.html#4172754' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4163068</id><published>2001-06-20T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-20T15:51:34.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last final today. Now I am done!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day Brady was promoted to the 7th grade. After 7 years in the same building, he is moving on. To celebrate I did not rent him a limo like some parents do (sheesh!), but I did use shoe polish to write all over the windows in our truck, then loaded his stereo into the bed, picked him up along with some of his closest friends and honked and hollered our way out of the parking lot. We drove through town, past the junior/senior highschool they will be attending next year and then took the kids home, screaming and playing loud Limp Bizkit all the way. It was a fun way to say good bye to elementary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4163068?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4163068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4163068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_17_archive.html#4163068' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4138457</id><published>2001-06-19T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-19T05:17:42.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two finals today, wish me luck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brady decided to mow the lawn yesterday. He was so cute because he had this whole serious face thing going on. He's not a big kid mind you, so he looks kind of scrawny behind the mower. Add in the fact that he has orange hair and was wearing a wife beater (hate that term), baggy jeans and some chains around his neck and that serious face and you kind of get an idea of why I was standing at my office window, LMAO. At one point he let the mower stop, peered down at the engine, wiggled a few wires, checked the tires, made sure there was enough gasoline, then restarted the mower and moved on. I was literally trying not to pee my pants, I was laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4138457?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4138457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4138457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_17_archive.html#4138457' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4121810</id><published>2001-06-18T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-18T05:45:53.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey I have comments again! Thanks J. Of course I never saw any of my comments from Thursday on, but thank you for them anyway, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4121810?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4121810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4121810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_17_archive.html#4121810' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4108424</id><published>2001-06-17T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-17T06:25:56.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyone know of other comment programs? I'm getting the feeling blogger can't or won't support those features for some reason. Leave me a message at the Queen's buddies site if you know of other ones I can try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4108424?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4108424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4108424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_17_archive.html#4108424' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4108407</id><published>2001-06-17T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-17T06:23:22.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK that worked, but I want my comments. Dammit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4108407?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4108407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4108407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_17_archive.html#4108407' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4108378</id><published>2001-06-17T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-17T06:19:05.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting an error about reblogger. So let's take it off and try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4108378?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4108378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4108378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_17_archive.html#4108378' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4108374</id><published>2001-06-17T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-17T06:18:14.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog isn't showing up in Netscape. Wondering if publishing would help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4108374?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4108374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4108374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_17_archive.html#4108374' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4081442</id><published>2001-06-15T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-15T05:08:04.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We lost the little duckling last night. We noticed she wasn't walking very well and tried to warm her up, but it didn't help. No one knows for sure how many hours she was left outside alone on Tuesday, but obviously it was enough that she couldn't survive. Brady is heartbroken as you can imagine. He tried so hard to be a replacement momma to this little critter. There's really nothing we could have done differently, but it still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4081442?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4081442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4081442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_10_archive.html#4081442' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4064903</id><published>2001-06-14T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-14T05:18:33.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got to "duck sit" last night while Brady went to a baseball game. This little critter is so light, you wouldn't know you were even holding it until you felt it's soft little feathers or it's darling little web feet. Some of you know I have a bird phobia, and I have to admit I wouldn't even touch it at first. I've gotten over it and now am totally in love! I wonder how Brady did last night being the duck's momma. We have her in a cat carrier with newspaper, towels, food and water, but she gets lonely and needs to be held a lot. I think I can hear her making her little noise right now, so I'm going to go check on her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4064903?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4064903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4064903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_10_archive.html#4064903' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4056182</id><published>2001-06-13T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-13T15:13:56.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somehow the little duck survived!!!! I didn't think it would. Now of course we will have to take care of it since the mother wouldn't take it now. I found out more about what happened. Brady was riding his bike and saw that the nesting area was all opened up. He looked inside and there was a newly hatched duck laying on its side not moving. The neighbor kids say they left it there because it was deformed. Brady saved this ducks life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a fan of keeping a wild animal in captivity, but we don't have a choice right now. As soon as the duck is large enough to fend for itself, we will let it have freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4056182?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4056182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4056182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_10_archive.html#4056182' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4048252</id><published>2001-06-13T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-13T05:34:31.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyway these kids decided to give Brady a hard time for the rest of the night. It got pretty ugly. They accused him of taking their duck, blah blah blah.... It ended up being 5 kids against 1 until Mike went out there and told them all to go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4048252?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4048252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4048252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_10_archive.html#4048252' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4048209</id><published>2001-06-13T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-13T05:27:36.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It surely was pick on Brady day yesterday. Every spring we get a group of female ducks, plus one male that hang out near our house. They sleep on the lawn, beg for food, etc. This lasts for a while and then the ladies go off to sit on their nests. Our new neighbors became convinced that these were "their" ducks, when in fact, they came from a 1/4 mile away where a friend of ours maintains a duck sanctuary. One of the ducks hatched her babies in some shrubs across the street. I don't know what exactly happened, but somehow the kids next door moved the momma and the babies into their backyard. Brady came crying into the house yesterday holding a duckling that had been left in the bushes. The kids next door said it was deformed. I called my friend withthe ducks and she came and got it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4048209?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4048209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4048209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_10_archive.html#4048209' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4048173</id><published>2001-06-13T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-13T05:23:00.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's spirit week at my son's school and since his class has the color orange as their theme color, we dyed his hair orange. His class will even get points for that. Naturally though, there are some who have to make fun of him, call him "gay" or "faggot." You know first of all it bothers me to have those particular words mean something bad, when they don't. Second of all, it bothers me when kids are so fucking insecure about themselves they attack others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4048173?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4048173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4048173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_10_archive.html#4048173' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4032499</id><published>2001-06-12T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-12T05:33:08.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This piece of crap blogger is making me mad! It won't show up in Netscape, but will in IE. Of course in IE the color of my sidebar is not how I designed it. Does that mean it looks pink to everyone else???? It's supposed to be deep blue. Shit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4032499?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4032499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4032499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_10_archive.html#4032499' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4032386</id><published>2001-06-12T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-12T05:18:29.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe if I publish it will do the trick...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4032386?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4032386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4032386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_10_archive.html#4032386' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4024016</id><published>2001-06-11T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-11T15:17:02.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the first of many "lasts" for Brady. All year the 6th graders have been bussed to the high school for band practice. Brady plays the trumpet; quite well actually. Well today was the last band day. By the end of this week he will have taken his last math, history, science, reading, spelling and language tests as a 6th grader. In September he starts at the junior/senior high school. Rather than feeling weepy about my son leaving the only school he's known for the last 7 years, I find myself strangely exhilarated by the thought of my son taking this next step in life. I can't wait for him to experience lockers, changing classes, an ala carte lunch menu, pe and band every day, school sports and student government. I am looking forward to seeing him mature and change into a young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4024016?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4024016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4024016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_10_archive.html#4024016' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4023824</id><published>2001-06-11T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-11T15:05:35.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you ever click on one of the blogs on "Recently Updated" just because the name is intriguing? I do it all the time and have managed to find some really great ones, but more often than not I stumble into one of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. a high school kid's journal&lt;br /&gt;b. something written in a language other than English&lt;br /&gt;c. something written so poorly it is impossible to read past the first entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of my friends fret that their blogs might be boring, but I disagree. All of them can take the sometimes mundane happenings in their lives and make them interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Many of my friends are quite creative with their blogs. They have graphics and tables that the rest of us are either too lazy (guilty as charged!) to add or else don't have the know-how. I am merely content to have my color coordinated layout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4023824?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4023824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4023824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_10_archive.html#4023824' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4011869</id><published>2001-06-10T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-10T20:13:23.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I spent all day working on school related stuff, with only an occasional quick peek at the message boards/blogs/email. I wrote an English Lit paper on the novella "The Dead" by James Joyce. I think parts of it were quite insightful, but as usual I petered out a bit at the conclusion. I had plenty of time to rework it, but chose not to. I'm not sure why either. Maybe because I know I'll probably get an A on it anyway? Or is it because I like to think of myself as a writer who has this quirky way of ending her stories/papers/poems abruptly? I don't think it is always necessary to tie things into neat little packages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4011869?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4011869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4011869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_10_archive.html#4011869' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4005287</id><published>2001-06-10T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-10T09:58:16.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just noticed the dumbasses who wrote that story have their directions wrong. The quake was not north/northwest, but south/southwest!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4005287?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4005287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4005287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_10_archive.html#4005287' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4005262</id><published>2001-06-10T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-10T09:56:07.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now it's 5.0. Funny how they keep saying minor. I am sure there is no big damage or casualty, but had this happened in Seattle/Tacoma, you can bet the media would be a lot more concerned. Down here where we live, we don't merit the worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.komotv.com/news/story.asp?ID=11734" TARGET="NEW WINDOW"&gt; Earthquake news &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4005262?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4005262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4005262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_10_archive.html#4005262' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4003969</id><published>2001-06-10T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-10T07:05:16.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Preliminary magnitude was 4.0 centered 10 miles north of Satsop. That's an area of horse ranches, llama farms and the occasional meth lab. Here's hoping the legal operations in that area are all doing fine. Satsop is less than 3 miles from my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4003969?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4003969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4003969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_10_archive.html#4003969' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-4003762</id><published>2001-06-10T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-10T06:26:03.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a totally lazy day yesterday. I was faced with a mountain of obligations and chose to bury my nose in a book for the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking A!!! We just had an earthquake as I finished typing that!!!!! I heard a bang against the side of my house, then my office shook for just a few seconds. I went outside and all of my neighbors were up  talking. The dog went nuts, Brady woke up, Mike woke up. Guess I better get to a news site and see if this was a little guy or something bad like February's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-4003762?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4003762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/4003762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_10_archive.html#4003762' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-3999060</id><published>2001-06-09T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-09T18:55:04.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've installed a new comment feature since it didn't look like blogvoices was coming back anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-3999060?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3999060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3999060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_03_archive.html#3999060' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-3995398</id><published>2001-06-09T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-09T12:06:19.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gee just discovered yesterday's entry wasn't showing up, :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6 font color=purple&gt; Happy Birthday Nora! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=7 font color=hotpink&gt; &lt;b&gt; Welcome Sweet Baby Cara!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Congratulations to Heidi and family!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-3995398?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3995398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3995398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_03_archive.html#3995398' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-3980552</id><published>2001-06-08T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-08T08:34:59.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friend &lt;a href="http://www.sacredprofane.blogspot.com/" TARGET="NEW WINDOW"&gt; Heidi &lt;/a&gt; is having a baby today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the day off from school and plan to do the domestic thing....Laundry, cleaning, etc. Hoping to get it all done so I can spend my weekend doing schoolwork. Finals are approaching, ugh. Don't you wish you had my life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-3980552?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3980552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3980552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_03_archive.html#3980552' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-3974819</id><published>2001-06-07T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-07T20:56:19.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=7&gt;Got my Vegas tickets!!!!!!!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-3974819?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3974819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3974819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_03_archive.html#3974819' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-3955299</id><published>2001-06-06T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-06T15:16:23.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My son...gotta love him. There are two weeks left in the school year and he can't keep himself out of trouble. He is already in trouble for calling a kid a crybaby and then today another student brings water balloons to school. My kid fills one and throws it on the sidewalk. The other two kids throw them at some girls. Of course Brady is guilty by association and gets punished too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be so glad when school is out!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-3955299?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3955299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3955299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_03_archive.html#3955299' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-3941320</id><published>2001-06-05T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-05T16:06:50.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boring day today and for some reason I am unable to come up with anything worth writing. Thinking it might be a good idea to pay a few bills. I remember the days when I had to find the money to do them, now I have the money, but not the desire. At the very least I should make the house payment and pay the phone bill (lest we lose our DSL!). I have most of my bills on auto pay so that saves my ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you glad you stopped by for this exciting little tidbit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-3941320?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3941320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3941320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_03_archive.html#3941320' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-3932944</id><published>2001-06-05T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-05T05:35:53.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-3932944?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3932944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3932944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_03_archive.html#3932944' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-3922405</id><published>2001-06-04T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-04T11:18:10.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hardly ever link my buddies here anymore, but &lt;a href="http://www.cyndim.blogspot.com/" TARGET="NEW WINDOW"&gt; Cyndi's blog &lt;/a&gt; gave me chills right down to the core. I totally believe in what you are saying, girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-3922405?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3922405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3922405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_03_archive.html#3922405' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-3921682</id><published>2001-06-04T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-04T10:13:12.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got an email from &lt;a href="http://www.mypoints.com" TARGET="NEW WINDOW"&gt; My Points&lt;/a&gt; today. I clicked on the link to get my points and was sent &lt;a href="http://www.nabiscogifts.com/v2.0-img/operations/nabisco/site/index.html" TARGET="NEW WINDOW"&gt; here &lt;/a&gt;. Now I ask you, what is the demand for this? Couldn't one do this on their own with a quick trip to Top Foods or Safeway??? Sheesh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-3921682?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3921682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3921682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_03_archive.html#3921682' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-3912176</id><published>2001-06-03T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-03T15:31:01.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Funny how people react to their significant other when said SO is having a crisis. I don't mean to imply that things should be done the way &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; would do them, but on the other hand....When my SO is having a crisis (and there have been quite a few in the last year), my MO is to be nuturing, loving, shouldering extra responsibilities, listening, talking, giving advice when asked and not before. Maybe he used it up last weekend while my mother was here and there's nothing left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how many guy readers I have, but is it normal/typical to get angry at your spouse for little things when she is already facing a big nasty pile of bad karma, bad luck or whatever you want to call it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-3912176?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3912176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3912176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_06_03_archive.html#3912176' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-3902605</id><published>2001-06-02T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-02T17:04:58.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So far all I have accomplished is networking the computers and reading 1-1/2 chapters in biology. I got some disturbing news from down south (that I don't care to share) and have been in a fog or is it fugue state since then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-3902605?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3902605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3902605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_05_27_archive.html#3902605' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-3899367</id><published>2001-06-02T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-02T10:50:24.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have so much to do and all I really want to do is nothing. I have stacks of things waiting for me to "do" them, but I need some inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to purchase a home gym. My fitness class ends on June 13 and I don't want to stop weight training now just when I am noticing some subtle changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I hope to accomplish: Paperwork, bill paying, networking my computers, folding the dreaded white clothes load that invariably sits in the dryer for days, reading 2 chapters in biology, sending out invites for Mike's big birthday bash later this summer and working on my Pampered Chef newsletter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-3899367?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3899367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3899367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_05_27_archive.html#3899367' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-3889957</id><published>2001-06-01T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-01T13:33:35.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Freaking blogger. I have to blog in small blocks now since I have no scroll button in the text field. I am not confident enough in my typing to type blind like that. Anyhow...&lt;br /&gt;Came home to put things away, then went into town to this overpriced pretentious bistro (we had a gc) and ordered lunch to take to Mike. While I was waiting I walked to the library and heard for the 845th time how someone (this time the librarian) could not believe Brady was going into junior high in the fall. I guess everyone remembers him as the little wild boy with the blond curls cascading down his back, dashing through soccer and baseball fields while his older sister played. He's been on home video more often than Pamela Anderson!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-3889957?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3889957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3889957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_05_27_archive.html#3889957' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-3889883</id><published>2001-06-01T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-01T13:26:51.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to school today with about one minute's worth of leeway to be on time. Of course there was an accident on the bridge which backed up traffic for miles. I was 6 minutes late by the (thankfully) late running clock in my math class. My cutie math teacher tried to give me a hard time. Looks like he's growing a goatee. One of the things that makes it worth having an early morning class in my worst subject is sitting in the front row and checking him out. He's a flirty type ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I went to Safeway to stock up on my son's supply of overpriced packages of crap to eat for lunch. Stopped in at Blockbuster and got Traffic, What Women Want and Little Nicky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-3889883?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3889883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3889883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_05_27_archive.html#3889883' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-3879881</id><published>2001-05-31T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-31T19:15:53.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some of my blogging friends haven't been blogging in a while. Hey check in, why don't ya??? At least let me know if you are on hiatus or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Queen Chris Weblog Buddies thing is working pretty well. I've seen some of my old friends stopping in to say hi. If you are a new friend or an old friend I haven't heard from in a while, stop by and say hi. The link is in my sidebar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-3879881?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3879881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3879881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_05_27_archive.html#3879881' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-3879840</id><published>2001-05-31T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-31T19:11:48.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Freedom baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got released from physical therapy. I'm still never going to have the springy, run down the stairs ability I used to have, but now at least I can descend with some sort of grace as befits my royal stature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-3879840?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3879840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3879840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_05_27_archive.html#3879840' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-3863027</id><published>2001-05-30T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-30T15:26:33.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’ve been promising to blog about my mother’s visit. The first thing you need to do is look up the words/phrases narcissism, drama queen and center of attention. That might help you understand what we are dealing with here. Now of course my mom is dealing with the imminent death of her sister, but this visit was no different from other visits and I have difficulty excusing her behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenes from a visit~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending 2 days with her sister, mom arrives exhausted. I cook a great dinner; homemade lasagna, caesar salad, garlic bread and a good bottle of Cabernet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you’d drizzle oil on your lettuce leaves the dressing would stick better.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This lasagna is very good, I almost don’t miss the meat.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter, also visiting had been sleeping on the futon in my office and her shit was spread everywhere. My mom who had previously said she didn’t mind sleeping on the couch was given the couch to sleep on. The next morning, early yes, but mom and I are both early risers, I got up to feed my cat and make coffee. She was lightly dozing on the couch. No sooner had I taken the cats food out of the fridge was my mom in the doorway of the kitchen glaring at me. She spun around and went to the bathroom. She said nothing to me about this, but managed to say this to Mike later on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My daughter (me) was so noisy this morning that I was unable to sleep properly.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the coffee and she made a big production of going out to her car and getting a carton of flavored creamer from the cooler since the plain stuff I use is “nasty.” She brought in a loaf of specialty bread and said we could have it for breakfast. I thanked her saying that with all of the cooking I had to do for the BBQ, I didn’t have time to make a big breakfast and that the bread would be great. We both had some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on after she and Katrina had gotten back from a trip to Wal Mart she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you ever going to allow me to eat any of this food you are preparing for the BBQ.? You never offered me breakfast today and are starving me apparently.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after our guests arrived and I invited people to eat, she raced to the table, telling everyone she passed that she had not been given breakfast and was starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My daughter is starving me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the BBQ she sat there with a sour look on her face unless someone was talking to her one-on-one. She would not initiate conversation with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mike got ready to grill we were taking orders for burgers and dogs. I asked her if she gave Mike her order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No I did not! I am waiting to be asked!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she was eating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am surprised I like this potato salad. I was shocked to see you didn’t have olives or pickles in it.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My daughter doesn’t like pickles so we all suffer, you know.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my teeth gritted I reminded her that there was a platter that included sliced dill pickles and if she wanted them in her salad she could add them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well what about the olives?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never put olives in my potato salad mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep sigh, “I know and I don’t understand why.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on after everyone had left Brady was getting ready to watch a DVD I had rented. He had watched it with us the night before, but wanted to see it again. He asked Grandma to watch it with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why would I want to watch that again?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later she and Katrina got out the dominoes. Brady got all excited and went to join them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No!!! You are NOT going to play with us because you HAD to watch that movie again, remember??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother said she had to have the futon that night. Katrina said the couch is more comfortable, Grandma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No it isn’t! I didn’t sleep at all. The porch light bothered me. The ticking of the clock bothered me and your mother woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer to bedtime I told Katrina no more internet. The computer is in the office with the futon. She’d been chatting all day and I wanted her off. A while later she tells me Grandma said she could be on it all night if she wanted since the noise wouldn’t bother her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10:00 I walked in there and told Katrina to get off. She argued and I said no. It’s my computer and you will turn it off. My mother sat there and glared at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my mother about what time she wanted to get up in the morning since they were leaving. She said 5:00 (when I get up) was fine. I asked her if she would need the bathroom or should I take my shower then. I got up, woke her, made coffee and fed the cat. After I got out of the shower, I opened the door and there she was glaring at me saying I didn’t give her enough time to pee before I got in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just a small slice of what my weekend was like. There was much more, but those are some that come to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-3863027?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3863027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3863027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_05_27_archive.html#3863027' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-3856836</id><published>2001-05-30T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-30T06:22:41.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am trying something new for my comments. I've started a worldcrossing forum. I'll see how it goes and then add a link at the end of each of my blogger posts. There's no join code, so as long as you are registered at worldcrossing, you can post. &lt;a href="http://worldcrossing.com/WebX?13@241.3Uj3adb297b^3@.eeb7a68" TARGET="NEW WINDOW"&gt; Queen Chris's Weblog Buddies &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-3856836?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3856836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3856836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_05_27_archive.html#3856836' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-3846991</id><published>2001-05-29T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-29T13:16:17.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=red&gt; &lt;b&gt; Happy Birthday Johnathan!!!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt; Hope you had a great time at KBF!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-3846991?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3846991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3846991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_05_27_archive.html#3846991' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-3837456</id><published>2001-05-28T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-28T19:49:12.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got this in my email and laughed my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, shit...&lt;br /&gt;                                                  Shit may just be the most powerful word in the&lt;br /&gt;                                                  English language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  You can be shit faced,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  shit out of luck,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  or have shit for brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  With a little effort,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  you can get your shit together,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  find a place for your shit&lt;br /&gt;                                                  or decide to shit or get off the pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  You can smoke shit,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  buy shit,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  sell shit,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  lose shit,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  find shit,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  forget shit,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  and tell others to eat shit and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  Some people know their shit while others can't&lt;br /&gt;                                                  tell the difference between shit and shineola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  There are lucky shits,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  dumb shits,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  crazy shits,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  and sweet shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  There is bull shit,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  horse shit and&lt;br /&gt;                                                  chicken shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  You can throw shit,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  sling shit,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  catch shit,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  shoot shit,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  or duck when shit hits the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  You can give a shit or serve shit on a shingle.&lt;br /&gt;                                                  You can find yourself in deep shit&lt;br /&gt;                                                  or be happier than a pig in shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  Some days are colder than shit,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  some days are hotter than shit,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  and some days are just plain shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  Some music sounds like shit,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  things can look like shit,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  and there are times when you feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  You can have too much shit,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  not enough shit,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  the right shit,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  the wrong shit or&lt;br /&gt;                                                  a lot of weird shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  You can carry shit,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  have a mountain of shit,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  or find yourself&lt;br /&gt;                                                  up a shit creek without a paddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  Sometimes everything you touch&lt;br /&gt;                                                  turns to shit&lt;br /&gt;                                                  and other times you swim&lt;br /&gt;                                                  in a lake of shit&lt;br /&gt;                                                  and come out smelling like a rose.&lt;br /&gt;                                                  &lt;br /&gt;                                                  When you stop to consider all the facts,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  it's the basic building block of creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  And remember, once you know your shit,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  you don't need to know anything else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  You could pass this along,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  ..........if you give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;                                                  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-3837456?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3837456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3837456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_05_27_archive.html#3837456' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609079.post-3815733</id><published>2001-05-27T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-27T08:07:37.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Katrina is here. My mom came up to see my aunt and brought Katrina along for the ride. It's been nice to hang out with her. She goes home on Tuesday, but will be back in about 3 weeks so that isn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt is slowly fading away. What misery. I cannot believe a person cannot just choose to "check out" when they are at the end of their lives. This vibrant, funny, bawdy woman is so humiliated by her condition she doesn't want people to see her this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609079-3815733?l=queenchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3815733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609079/posts/default/3815733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenchris.blogspot.com/2001_05_27_archive.html#3815733' title=''/><author><name>Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14026119885388010087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
