<?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-34246002</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:19:09.052-07:00</updated><category term='I want some of those balls...'/><category term='I was the First Friend...to have a baby.  One.  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I have come to this question:  Why not love what I have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I need a blackberry?  Maybe, I will change my mind in a year and a half...the unresiding answer is "No."  Do I need an itouch to play music and have cool apps?  No, I don't listen to music that much, nor do I play games on my current cool had to have phone, which I love.  Do I really need a new purse in red, brown, or cream?  I only carry one purse at a time...so, no I don't need a new purse.  Did the boots that I missed on sale a month ago, make me any less cool?  No.  Do I love my coffe mug?  Yes.  Am I using Netflix...again that I had to have?  Yep, good investment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere down the line, growing up, as we all do, even our kids...we come across the basic human nature feeling of "I gotta have more."  BKS has to have the better airsoft gun, until he gets and finds a new one.  Remembering things that happened with both step-children, seeing kids all around either that I know personally, or professionally...everyone wants more.  But why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not love what we have?  First, it saves a lot of money, and secondly...the instant gratificaiton wears off shortly in turn to only want more. Today, and it could change, and probably will, I am in need of nothing.  What a nice place to be.  Needing nothing materially.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-8169167699963535588?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/8169167699963535588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=8169167699963535588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/8169167699963535588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/8169167699963535588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2010/02/as-i-sit-at-my-computer-searching-for.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-5204694253678635835</id><published>2009-08-13T13:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:19:24.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I love to begin sentences with so...that is beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;I hate unpacking.  I hate unpacking.  I sure do feel better though when I can walk thru a room.  I need to keep that in mind. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bishop will be grown and married, before I get to see him again.  Okay, really not that long, but it feels like it.  He is ready to come home and play with kids his own age.  I am ready for him to come home so I can fix him vanilla milkshakes.  I think that this has been a difficult transition for him.  He has gone from getting all the attention at his dads to smelling poopy diapers, and playing with a 3 year old.  Instead of going to see "Transformers," they took him to see "Up."  Really?  Poor kid...He is going to get all my adult kid attention...we are going to take him to see movies, rent movies that he wants to watch, eat what he wants to eat, and play with other 12 year olds. BTW, I was looking at a pic, and he looks like his dad somewhat...now, that is scary.  He will come home and have mannerisms like his dad, just as long as he doesn't bring home the sarcasim he will live to be married...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One cute story about my fabulous rule follower-walks the straight and narrow son...his friend is moving to TN.  He called him and talked to him about it.  I asked what he told his friend.  He replied "When you get there, find out all the rules, so you don't break them."  lol...I would have said "I hate moving, I hate making new friends, everyone is nervous about this process, in the end...it'll be okay, you'll make new friends...I did, etc." But, to say...make sure you find out all the rules is something I wouldn't have thought of.  My precious son, I hope that he doesn't fall off the end when he gets older.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Adult achne...what is the point?  I hate it when I get up...and it is looking at me...as if it is saying "MUHAHAHA, you just thought my previous siblings were bad when you were a teen!"  So, really, I don't recall having bad skin in my teens for the most part.  Why now?  Why not ever?  I have been using Dr. Wexler's products, and it is getting much better.  However with this mountain of stress occasionally, I have a mountain on my face.  Not fair.  Well, I am determined to empy the big box right next to me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-5204694253678635835?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/5204694253678635835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=5204694253678635835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/5204694253678635835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/5204694253678635835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-i-love-to-begin-sentences-with-so.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-3166834816227126044</id><published>2009-07-24T16:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:09:33.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had keys made for the house we are moving into...Mine are pink with sparkles...Big C said "How much more were these? If you were a dinosaur, you would be a SPENDALOTOMUS!" HAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-3166834816227126044?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/3166834816227126044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=3166834816227126044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/3166834816227126044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/3166834816227126044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2009/07/had-keys-made-for-house-we-are-moving.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-7052026090343333885</id><published>2009-07-22T14:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T14:31:15.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/Smd25nlRYaI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QVKsgffYapk/s1600-h/IMG_0743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/Smd25nlRYaI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QVKsgffYapk/s320/IMG_0743.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361384613657797026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/Smd25axsUFI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/IWdL7JMP5tI/s1600-h/IMG_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/Smd25axsUFI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/IWdL7JMP5tI/s320/IMG_0741.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361384610220232786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/Smd25bDBXeI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Z4b01_HZBiw/s1600-h/IMG_0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/Smd25bDBXeI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Z4b01_HZBiw/s320/IMG_0703.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361384610292915682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/Smd25ERtorI/AAAAAAAAAXA/6LH7rLRL3P4/s1600-h/IMG_0698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/Smd25ERtorI/AAAAAAAAAXA/6LH7rLRL3P4/s320/IMG_0698.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361384604180521650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/Smd24zav_4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/GnGvgXQ63-4/s1600-h/IMG_0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/Smd24zav_4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/GnGvgXQ63-4/s320/IMG_0696.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361384599655022466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pics that I have taken this summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-7052026090343333885?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/7052026090343333885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=7052026090343333885&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/7052026090343333885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/7052026090343333885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2009/07/these-are-pics-that-i-have-taken-this.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/Smd25nlRYaI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QVKsgffYapk/s72-c/IMG_0743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-6884288228517829412</id><published>2009-07-19T20:02:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:33:05.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random things...that I have been thinking about since I have some free time. Gosh, I love summer!&lt;br /&gt;I miss my son, he has been gone like 20 years. Okay, not 20 years, just 4 weeks to visit his dad for the summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading the contents of my conditioner. You know, what you use after shampooing. Why would they put alcohol in it? I am trying to condition my hair, not dry it out even more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have bought stock in Bath and Body Works, as I have a lot of stock under my sink. I mean come on...I am saving money when I am buying home fragrances on sale really cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think I were pregnant as I have been craving buffalo wings like crazy. So, I look like I am pregnant as I have been eating them like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got off an airplane this weekend, and I feel sorry for the single mom whose baby cries the whole ride 'cause people like me hate crying babies. And, you know she is thinking "people like her hate it when he cries like crazy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love summer. I get down time. I don't have to worry about work. No, I don't mind the 10k less a year moving to this 40 year behind the times place, as I can sleep late, go to the beach, and do nothing besides laundry, cleaning the house, keeping all vehicles with gas, grocery shop, put up the laundry, wash the dogs, walk the dogs, make the beds, cook dinner all the time. Wait! This is work...I just have more time to do it seeing that I am not somewhere else 40+ hours a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full filling when you find what makes it full filling. And, what you think you want isn't always what you need, which is what you wanted all along. I know you have heard that before now. But, when you get there, it is yours. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many pair of sunglasses can my fh go through in one year? hmmm...let's count. I don't have that many fingers, so I can't tell you. That's not the truth. He has bought like 3 pair this year, and sits on them every single time. lol...we are only 7 months into the year. So, I bet we have at least 2 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many shows can I watch 4 seasons to catch up on during the summer? Over the past few summers, during my time of not doing countless chores, I have watched Ugly Betty, the Office, Weeds, Supernatural, Ghost Hunters, Sex in the City, etc. I need to find another one or two this summer. Got any suggestions? By the way, I love Dog Whisper. I watch it all the time, of course when I am not doing countless chores. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I think my fh loves to tell people that his wife is a teacher. It is a pride thing for him. I think it is really a selfish thing he has going on, as he knows that I will do all the chores while he is at work...lol...just kidding. :0 BTW, mom, Jason read this and laughed.  He replied "That's about right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I get to work tomorrow for half a day! Yay! TTYL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-6884288228517829412?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/6884288228517829412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=6884288228517829412&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/6884288228517829412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/6884288228517829412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-things.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-5038792129998385530</id><published>2009-06-26T06:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T06:46:46.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was over at Life Unscriped a few days ago, and saw that Fabulous E had tagged me for this MEME. I absolutely love her blog, and am glad that she has included me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me happy is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When my FH is taking a class that isn't too demanding and he has more time to entertain me.  haha, you would think that I was 12 or something.&lt;br /&gt;2. Summer break, I teach Middle Schoolers, need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;3. Hot Wings...okay, so not the extra lbs, but it sure does taste good.  BTW, I have been enjoying the same taste without the fried foods by supplementing grilled chicken and/or broiled shrimp.  :)&lt;br /&gt;4. When my dogs sleep through the night!!&lt;br /&gt;5. Watching my son grow up, and learning to not be so uptight and an overbearing mom. (What?  I just want him to be safe!  FH keeps me in check...wow, it works both ways!)&lt;br /&gt;6. The smell of fresh laundered sheets and blankets!&lt;br /&gt;7. FitFlops!  Love them!  Won't go a day without wearing them.&lt;br /&gt;8. Going to the Beach every chance I get.  I miss everything about home, but going to the beach once a month is DEVINE.&lt;br /&gt;9. Using Priceline to name my own price and get great deals on 3 star hotels! (Like getting the DoubleTree in Asheville for half the price on 4th of July weekend.)&lt;br /&gt;10. Picking several tv shows that I don't watch durning the school year, and watching every single season during the summer! (Right now it is Weeds, I might try One Tree Hill, next.  Last summer was The Office, Ugly Betty, and Supernatural)&lt;br /&gt;11. Knowing that there is a reason for everything, and trusting God that I am here for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;12. Farm Town...for all you Facebook enthusiasts...this is a fabulous application.  I can now farm without getting dirt under my nails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your things that make you happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-5038792129998385530?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/5038792129998385530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=5038792129998385530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/5038792129998385530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/5038792129998385530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-over-at-life-unscriped-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-3386847524890491727</id><published>2009-06-23T09:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:06:55.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I am a slacker!  Okay, so I can.&lt;br /&gt;We have been too busy.  We have finished the year here in NC.  It is okay.  I miss family and friends...and, knowing where everything is.  &lt;br /&gt;We went home for a week, and had a blast.  I joked with Big C that I wasn't coming back with him.  It is going to be wierd not to have kids around at all this summer...or a blessing in disguse.  :)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am going to work on eating right, and loosing the 15 lbs that I have gained since I have been here.  It was so easy to eat potatoes that were fried everyday that I had a bad day.  &lt;br /&gt;Let's see, BKS is with his dad for the rest of the summer.  He is a hoot.  He has a crush on a girl here in NC.  And, he loves to see her...I don't know if I am ready for that.  Yikes, he is growing up...and his body is turning into a teen.  I am scared of that.  I have talked to him about not being as scared of my teacher look...that I really don't get mad...ever, he agreed.  What brought this on is his Mother's day poem said "She brought me into this world, she could surely take me out."  Really?  Not, she is sweet, and cooks me dinner, and is kind loving, and gives me hugs?  hmmm...ponder that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-3386847524890491727?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/3386847524890491727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=3386847524890491727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/3386847524890491727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/3386847524890491727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cant-believe-that-i-am-slacker-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-870797000633735678</id><published>2009-04-12T17:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:52:17.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Easter.  Well, this small apartment thing is for young newly weds...who don't need some alone time.  lol...I love my fh...however, I could use a room to go to for quiet time.  lol...&lt;br /&gt;We are looking for a house, and I think that we will put an offer on a house tomorrow.  It is a cute house.  Really spacious, and has a beautiful backyard.  Wooded area.  Good place.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Baltimore, and it was fun.  Until the ride home.  No wonder why people living in that area are grumpelstilskins.  Really, horrible traffic.  It told almost twice as long to get home as it did to get there.  &lt;br /&gt;ROL finally come on tonight.  I can't wait.  Well, ttyl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-870797000633735678?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/870797000633735678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=870797000633735678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/870797000633735678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/870797000633735678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-1052103962598808573</id><published>2009-03-30T18:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:16:51.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My son is driving me nuts.  He always asks why when we tell him no.  He thinks he knows everything, and is grumplestilskin when he doesn't get what he wants.  Yeah, I said grumplestilskin.  I can't stand this age.  No wonder why, it is okay to let kids go when they turn 18.  lol...Okay, I might be a stalker mom still.  We will see.  &lt;br /&gt;All he wants is this and that.  This week it is another airsoft gun.  Whatever, we live in a small apartment for the time being.  We will start looking for a house soon.  &lt;br /&gt;My job isn't what I came from, and that isn't bad, or good.  It is just different.  &lt;br /&gt;Well, I am about to take my dogs outside.  TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-1052103962598808573?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/1052103962598808573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=1052103962598808573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/1052103962598808573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/1052103962598808573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-son-is-driving-me-nuts.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-5372584595577991692</id><published>2009-03-15T14:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:09:32.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, the first week has come and gone.  Day 1-hated it...was ready to go back to NWA.  Bishop felt the same way. Day 2- it was better...Bishop thought it was better as well.  By the end of the week, Bishop loved it, and I can learn to love it.  It isn't bad, the team with which I work is FABULOUS...but, it is a different kind of student.  They are all sweet kids individually, put them together, it could be a recipe for disaster.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishop was invited to be in Jazz band, and is pumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Charlotte, and went to some huge mall.  It was fun.  Drove by the Lowe's Motor speedway.  HUGE.  It looked like a cool place to go, even just ONCE.  Then, I remembered how I don't like looking for parking places in large crowds, and changed my mind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole family had the stomach virus last week.  Bishop had it first, then Jason, I thought "yes, free and clear!" Wrong.  It was bad.  Not as bad as fh had it, but still not fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a good reasonable itailan restaurant to go to.  Will have to take family there, when they come and visit, mom.  :)  (you should stay like a month, and we will find cool stuff to do each weekend.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still praying that my house sells, and that we won't have a dry, dry winter feeling financially insecure.  Talk about praying, we went to Church this morning.  We went to Central Methodist...it was good.  Learned a lot from Sunday School.  Think we will go back soon, like next Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am off to go exercise.  Since I have had a stress fracture...I have gotten quite fluffy.  My muffin top...has risen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-5372584595577991692?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/5372584595577991692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=5372584595577991692&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/5372584595577991692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/5372584595577991692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-first-week-has-come-and-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-350938467356676370</id><published>2009-03-09T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:40:45.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I started my first day.  I am T-I-R-E-D.  Going out to eat tonight.  I am teaching 6th grade Math/Science.  It is different.   Different is good, it allows me to grow professionally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-350938467356676370?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/350938467356676370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=350938467356676370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/350938467356676370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/350938467356676370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-started-my-first-day.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-7032846488286654463</id><published>2009-03-08T15:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:32:31.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bishop has talked about nothing but paint ball guns for like 4 days now.  He knows more than we do about it.  The teens have begun.  He has argued about how expensive it is for about 3 hours a day combined.  I told him yesterday that "you are turning into a teenie-bopper."  He asked "What is that?"  "That is when you are a teen and act like you know more than I do, and I bop you over the head."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have officially moved.  There is a couple interested in our house.  Yeah!  I hope that they buy it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up to my new school today.  I think that it will be fun.  :)  People are friendly here.  I am glad.  Well, with the two hour change of time, I am going to start getting ready for bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-7032846488286654463?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/7032846488286654463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=7032846488286654463&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/7032846488286654463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/7032846488286654463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2009/03/bishop-has-talked-about-nothing-but.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-6610852257779060402</id><published>2009-02-26T17:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:27:30.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it has been an exhausting day.  I told my classes about my move, and cried.  I have so much to do...pack some stuff...pack my room...make some phone calls...overwhelmed, I really just want to go to bed, and wake up at my new job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-6610852257779060402?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/6610852257779060402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=6610852257779060402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/6610852257779060402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/6610852257779060402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-it-has-been-exhausting-day.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-6953338429001666095</id><published>2009-02-21T00:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:26:59.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh by the way...&lt;br /&gt;BK is a hoot...&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, you got to take the future by the horns; okay, not the horns.  Horns are for the D-E-V-I-L.  Just pull gently by the ears."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, did you get the job?"&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes" with the elbow thing.&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so excited?&lt;br /&gt;"Job security, mom.  In this economy, you just got to be glad that you have a job."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-6953338429001666095?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/6953338429001666095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=6953338429001666095&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/6953338429001666095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/6953338429001666095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-by-way.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-4968565071803431649</id><published>2009-02-21T00:03:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:18:50.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The season of life is about to change, and I am growing sad about leaving what I know behind. Don't get me wrong, I am glad to join my husband sooner...but, I have lived here for 7 years now. &lt;br /&gt;I have great friends and comrades. There are work people...that I email from their email when they leave their computer logged on. Like, a science teacher the other day, I invited everyone to church with her...lol. I beep people in the middle of class to tell them how important they are. I, too, have left my computer on, and got emails about coach purses and uggs for sale. lol...that one was funny. I have tried scaring my friend, Kim, up in the Little Theatre by slamming a door. She has scared me by coming out of her closet with a Halloween guy. I love my job, I love the people with whom I work. I have listened to friends about divorces, marriages, kids, parties, diets, exercising. They have listened to me about relationships, my marriage, my son, my step-kids, babies, dogs, cats, allergies, families, purses, shoes, running, stress fractures, trips. It has been a good 7 years of good friends in the making, and hopefully not just a season.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends outside of work that we call and vent with each other. We go out to eat, well, not lately with this economy. We have dinners at my house, it is all about to change though. Will it be winter, dry, and not as colorful? &lt;br /&gt;Transition is hard, all the things that I have just written about, I get to do it again. However, with new friends...and not alone, but with my husband and God by my side. It is bitter-sweet, this change...it will blossom into spring, and summer as the years go by, and I will have the same things about which to write...later. &lt;br /&gt;I am going to miss it here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-4968565071803431649?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/4968565071803431649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=4968565071803431649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/4968565071803431649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/4968565071803431649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2009/02/season-of-life-is-about-to-change-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-4199269948429806377</id><published>2009-02-06T19:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:52:27.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, during the school year, I am a HORRIBLE blogger, if you haven't noticed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so wrapped up with the Monday thru Friday gig, then do not as much on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and Shelbie moved out.  It is nice to have piece and quiet after 4 years of living with teens, and then with their spouses.  :)  No really, did I say really nice?  I meant to say a non-gray hair saver.  Yep, I am hoping that the 4 my hair stylist colored will no longer be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My FH, Big C said "on your Birthday, you will be 38."  "38?  Really?"  I replied.  "Yep,..."  he said with assurance.  "Nope, I will be prime this year, try 37"  (Okay for you non math geeks, 37 is a prime number...this year, I am composite, meaning more than one and 36 will divide into 36.)  He is such a silly man sometimes.  I love him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishop turned 12 this year, it is hard to believe how fast this life span has gone, infact in another 10 years, hopefully he will be financially stable, and Jason and I will get to travel the world.  (For all you English buffs, how did you like that run on sentence?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am training for a 5k in April, and I have lost about 9 lbs.  I could loose 15 more, and would settle for 10 more at my old age.  It really isn't cool that after 35 my body runs a bit slower than it did even when I was say...33.  That is the price of growing old GRACEFULLY.  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of pics of me and my buddies at dinner and at lunch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SYz3K_jcCdI/AAAAAAAAAWw/vhosicOvF3g/s1600-h/IMG_0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SYz3K_jcCdI/AAAAAAAAAWw/vhosicOvF3g/s200/IMG_0466.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299882629739055570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SYz3Kbp72MI/AAAAAAAAAWo/hnbGfiWHY6Y/s1600-h/IMG_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SYz3Kbp72MI/AAAAAAAAAWo/hnbGfiWHY6Y/s200/IMG_0453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299882620102629570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-4199269948429806377?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/4199269948429806377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=4199269948429806377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/4199269948429806377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/4199269948429806377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-during-school-year-i-am-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SYz3K_jcCdI/AAAAAAAAAWw/vhosicOvF3g/s72-c/IMG_0466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-2636443826303253039</id><published>2008-12-22T08:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T08:39:22.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-c8.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3242591731708785096&amp;amp;site=widget-c8.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731708785096&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c8.slide.com/p1/3242591731708785096/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731708785096&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c8.slide.com/p2/3242591731708785096/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3242591731708785096&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c8.slide.com/p4/3242591731708785096/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are various pics of the last month. I am so glad that FH is home for a couple of weeks. &lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Christmas yesterday. I think everyone had fun. BTW, mom, Bishop loves his model airplanes. I have been terribly honory with Bishop. I kept on telling him that he is getting various stuff that he didn't put on his list. I think that by the end, he figured out I was pulling his leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For his birthday, we are going to look into sending him up into a plane. His dream is to go to the Air Force Academy. :) He has big goals, and I love that. Keep nurturing goals that are attainable and high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grand kids are cute. Tony is getting more tolerable seeing that he is almost 6 months old. His head isn't as bobbly, nor is he crying all the time. Hope sure is a good mom. I knew she would be. Jason is going to miss the grand kids the most. Matthew is Josh's kid, he is one...and drools everywhere. He is cute as well. I guess when you are a grandparent, you just love grand kids cause they go home. :) I personally look at it, as they are my natural Alli...and we have the same enemy...our kids. lol...Okay, really, I hold them for a bit, and buy them the nosiest toys, and clothes. I am not that EVIL. LOL...or maybe you should ask Hope and Josh that. lol...they might have a different opinion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelbie and I have talked over the past week or so, how step-kids and dad's are a growing challenge. I shared with her that in the beginning that I tried to fight every battle...and I was miserable. I now choose my battles wisely...and I am happier. I shared with her that it was his kid, and he would do his best to take care of him, and that the kids mom, we have no control over her. This has been a growing experience for me, I have been getting to share with her things that I have learned the hard way with FH. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we went to dinner with friends. Jason is going to miss everyone. I will later before I move.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we are off to dinner with friends again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-2636443826303253039?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/2636443826303253039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=2636443826303253039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/2636443826303253039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/2636443826303253039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-are-various-pics-of-last-month.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-4185523772540564482</id><published>2008-11-27T00:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:52:07.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since the last post, I have gotten my house on the market. What a chore! I packed 30 boxes of stuff that I want to keep, to get rid of the clutter.&lt;br /&gt;3 of which were Bath and Body Works stuff. My I have a lot of home fragrances stuff. Candles, wallflower refills, soaps...I found a BBW in Asheboro, NC! Yeah for me, and my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone to NC twice. The first time wasn't love at first sight by any means. Try stepping back in time like 20 years. Banks aren't open on Saturday! What? Yep, NWA has spoiled me in many ways. Sushi anyone? Try at least a 45 minute drive. I am accustomed to a Wal-Mart the size of ten whole blocks. Okay, maybe not that big. lol... Dillard's, not much of a shoe collection. It wasn't Like Butter. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did find was NICE people. Not boochie like around here. No one was fast paced, everyone was friendly. Beautiful area. I was scared of the schools for Bishop. Keep in mind, I am accustomed to schools that care about performance in the state. :0 One school I went to said "It is just a test. Who cares." Me. Then, I decided to go to the south city school. What I found there were smart boards in every classroom, extra curricular activites that I am accustomed to having + wrestling. (I know that Bishop won't be a wrestler...I think.) In high school, Bishop can join the Air Force ROTC. :) I am excited about that. He is dying to go to the Air Force Academy. He talks about it at least once a week. He loves everything about air planes, and I am glad to nurture that type of love. Hey, he has a goal which is much more than what I was concerned about in 6th grade! His 10th grade year he can apply for the Zoo School, which is science based. I told him all about it. He said "Gosh mom, your school really cares about me. What a waste of 4 years." lol...kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a hair dresser. Was kind of worried about that. Everyone that I had seen still had the bear claw bangs. I ran into a lady, and said I must have the number of your hair dresser. Got it, hope I don't loose it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gearing up for the holidays. Finishing shopping this weekend. Then I will be done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk to my brother now more than ever. Yep, like once a week. Record for him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to miss my husband, as he is leaving for NC in January. It is all falling together well. I feel more comfortable about the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah one more thing: I love Ugg boots. I got my first knit pair last year. Love them. My feet are warm and cozy. Then, I got a leopard print pair. Watch out baby, there is a new shoe in town that will override the ouchy heeled boots anytime. Jason and I laugh that I can now run as fast as a leopard. lol...My mom and brother are getting me a classic mini for X-Mas. And, then it will be all over. I will never go a day without cozy feet in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay really, this is the last thing. Went to Wal-Mart to get some gifts when I was really tired which means I will definitely tell you the truth when you ask... Stuff for grand kids which means stupid baby stuff. (Did I tell you that they drool all over everything? Seeing that I have germ issues, that is bad.  They cry and you don't know why? Really annoying.) Anyway, the kid at the check out lane said &lt;br /&gt;"Oh do you have a little one?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no, I don't, I don't like babies. This is for grandchildren."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh...Do you have any children?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yep, my opc (only precious child) who is 11."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, (tone changed to I am not quite sure if I should ask this) Do you like 11 year olds?"&lt;br /&gt;"OH yes. They are so much fun at this age."&lt;br /&gt;Sigh of relief..."That is good."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-4185523772540564482?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/4185523772540564482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=4185523772540564482&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/4185523772540564482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/4185523772540564482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/11/since-last-post-i-have-gotten-my-house.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-7163438859909912745</id><published>2008-10-12T06:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T06:48:40.621-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I am not as tired as I was last week.  Jason's plant is closing, and we are eternally grateful that they offered him a job in NC.  Shocking news, but true.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason came home and said "I don't know where to begin."  Yikes, I thought he was going to tell me something worse than he did.  Like he was, oh never mind.  Back to what he said "We are moving to NC."  I was terribly excited.  Then, I was terribly sad.  What about my friends?  What about work?  I love my job, I love my collueges!  I love what I do!  What about loosing money on our house?  We can't do that.  At the end of the week, he hadn't signed on the dotted line...they are flying us out in a couple of weeks for the weekend.  And, by the grace of a loving God, they offered us a better moving package to help us bring money to the table when we sell the house!  Praise Jesus!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night:  After someone was driving crazy...Josh, Shelby, Bishop and I went out to eat.  Josh said "I can't believe that...showed their bootA like that in front of you."  Bishop said "What did you get mooned?"  lol...I laughed.  Then I told Bishop that if he ever drives like that, I am taking away his car.  He said "Yes, ma'am."  Well, it was a good opportunity to do that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew and Julia has given blessing to the move.  I am delighted to say that we won't have to have a fight in court!  They get him all of Christmas, all of Spring Break, and all but the first 11 days of summer break.  We are going to talk to our lawyer and have him draw up papers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.  Busy, but good.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-7163438859909912745?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/7163438859909912745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=7163438859909912745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/7163438859909912745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/7163438859909912745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-i-am-not-as-tired-as-i-was-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-7678910328285962616</id><published>2008-10-05T18:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:23:53.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-c9.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2522015791339765449&amp;amp;site=widget-c9.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791339765449&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c9.slide.com/p1/2522015791339765449/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791339765449&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c9.slide.com/p2/2522015791339765449/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2522015791339765449&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c9.slide.com/p4/2522015791339765449/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baking cupcakes with Maria was really fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, God is taking us to North Carolina.  Jason's plant is closing, and they have offered him a job there.  &lt;br /&gt;We are excited, scared, and tired.  Or minds are thinking of a thousand things that we need to do before we move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-7678910328285962616?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/7678910328285962616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=7678910328285962616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/7678910328285962616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/7678910328285962616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/10/baking-cupcakes-with-maria-was-really.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-5303104420999368198</id><published>2008-09-21T13:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T13:45:22.111-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since then...&lt;br /&gt;I had "Souper Sunday" where I had a few of my friends here.  Blast.&lt;br /&gt;It was Maria's B-Day, and I made a cheesy CD filled with songs that I have sang...Everything has a song that goes with it.&lt;br /&gt;ie.  I was so sick that I slept all night long (snap)...all night(snap)...all night(snap).&lt;br /&gt;It is cold in here...cold as Ice...up in here, up in here.&lt;br /&gt;So, people that grew up in the 80's understand.  Big C (FH) and I sing all the time like this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have bonded with people in my math class...they miss me when I am gone, share with me tid bits of their lives...it is nice to be somewhere where I am not a mother, teacher, wife, I can be a student.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, school is going well.  Each year brings new challenges, new beginnings, and I love it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPC has decided that he wants to go into the Air Force Academy.  Ambitious for a 6th grader.  He is a dedicated student.  He has a goal, and he is sticking by it.  We shared with him that it is easier for him to make better discions now, instead of trying to make them all when he is older.  We will see.  I hope that he isn't putting too much pressure on himself, and will fall off the wagon, and stay there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grandbaby looks just like Big C.  Scarey I know.  lol...he is doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting to find out about National Board Certification.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-5303104420999368198?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/5303104420999368198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=5303104420999368198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/5303104420999368198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/5303104420999368198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/09/since-then.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-1280172021664847442</id><published>2008-09-04T19:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:57:16.791-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My cover is blown...&lt;br /&gt;Golden boy asked me what I do..."I am a teacher."  "math"  &lt;br /&gt;He looked at me and said "Then why are you taking this class?" &lt;br /&gt;"To refresh my math skills for National Board Certification."&lt;br /&gt;I did score perfect on the quiz.  Who cares?  I teach 7th grade math. lol...&lt;br /&gt;Not as impressive as if I scored perfect on a Calculas quiz, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Let's see me score perfect on a fine arts art quiz...can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;Or how about Geography?  That would be no.&lt;br /&gt;Math geek, math geek, math geek, that is what I am, I have been, what I always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SMCR4lmukfI/AAAAAAAAAP0/2lzxDekLL1w/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SMCR4lmukfI/AAAAAAAAAP0/2lzxDekLL1w/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242350367612506610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-1280172021664847442?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/1280172021664847442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=1280172021664847442&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/1280172021664847442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/1280172021664847442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-cover-is-blown.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SMCR4lmukfI/AAAAAAAAAP0/2lzxDekLL1w/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-1250182360887606190</id><published>2008-09-03T05:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T05:13:19.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who wears short shorts?  Nair for short shorts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I might sing that song today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My night refresher night course is going well...Last night I answered 9 questions that not even golden boy answered, and got them right.  The professor said "What is the answer to this, anyone aside from the lady in front can answer this one."  That would be me...I am the annoying student that loves to answer every single question, and must get them right every single time!  That would be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was thinking, why do I take such pride in my math skills in a not even for credit course? lol...because I am a profectionist, that is why!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-1250182360887606190?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/1250182360887606190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=1250182360887606190&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/1250182360887606190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/1250182360887606190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-wears-short-shorts-nair-for-short.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-6412272771465999988</id><published>2008-08-25T17:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T17:03:55.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must liven things up...&lt;br /&gt;It is a challenge for you, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When at lunch, sing the most annoying song, so your collegues sing it all day as well.  Today "I would do anything for love..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow "I'm too sexy..."&lt;br /&gt;Let me know how it goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-6412272771465999988?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/6412272771465999988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=6412272771465999988&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/6412272771465999988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/6412272771465999988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-must-liven-things-up.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-8769702771032910912</id><published>2008-08-21T17:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T17:45:10.914-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to the grinding post...&lt;br /&gt;I taught patterns, expressions and equations, and exponents this week.  I told my kids that I was in 7th grade 24 years ago.  They were completely shocked.  At least at this juncture, I haven't taught several generations.  Yep, back to work.  Yeah.  Set schedule, get up at the same time, go to bed early, late, early, late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My OPC who has ocs has his own schedule that I can't seem to remember.  He loves to get up before the roosters, watch TV, read, play, and enjoy quiet time. That just shocks me.  What kid loves to get up and have "alone time?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Heidi's furneral is on Saturday, and me and my posseee are going.  It is the saddest thing ever.  There have been times that I have gotten up, and getting ready in my blue bathroom, and I think about last Friday.  I start to cry, but I don't, can't, won't.  I think that is the reason I have been having near panic attacks this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the somber week, it has been okay.  I am hungry all the time.  As Big C says "me and groceries go way back."  lol...Well, it feels that way. I have lost 14 lbs since Jan.  I would like to loose 10 more.  I will settle for 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, if you look at our DC pictures below, what do you notice that stays the same?  Big C's (fh) shirt is the exact same...we forgot to grab the hanging clothes which included all of his shirts!  One time we went somewhere, and we forgot jeans and pants.  lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-8769702771032910912?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/8769702771032910912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=8769702771032910912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/8769702771032910912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/8769702771032910912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-grinding-post.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-6792107231033652458</id><published>2008-08-20T17:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T17:13:27.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, it has been a somber week.  &lt;br /&gt;Bishop said "Math wears me out."  I love it!  It is challenging for him.  When, I feel more up to par, I will write more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-6792107231033652458?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/6792107231033652458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=6792107231033652458&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/6792107231033652458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/6792107231033652458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-it-has-been-somber-week.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-6473063693154181269</id><published>2008-08-09T18:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T18:55:52.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-62.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2522015791334039138&amp;amp;site=widget-62.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791334039138&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-62.slide.com/p1/2522015791334039138/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791334039138&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-62.slide.com/p2/2522015791334039138/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2522015791334039138&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-62.slide.com/p4/2522015791334039138/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back from our trip to DC and VA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, the boys put up a sign in the van:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honk if you...Farted&lt;br /&gt;We had about 10 people honk.  Most of them were women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one fine lunch, while I was not at the table...&lt;br /&gt;Bishop said very politely&lt;br /&gt;"Ma'am, may I ask you a question?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sure."&lt;br /&gt;"Do women fart or puff?"&lt;br /&gt;When I got back to the table, he wasn't smiling...I don't think that he will do that again.  Boys, boys, boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we were watching youtube.  I had looked up Ghosts.  Everyone was sitting close to me.  I clicked on one.  There was no sound.  I turned up the sound as the rocking chair started to move.  Then, the scarey witch lady booed me.  I must have jumped up about 5 feet, with my hands in the air, screaming bloody murder, and stepped on Jeren's foot.  They thought it was funny.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-6473063693154181269?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/6473063693154181269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=6473063693154181269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/6473063693154181269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/6473063693154181269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-6580501383356027054</id><published>2008-07-29T17:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:03:14.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bishop's friend Mason is here.  Conversations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Bishop are you going to hug Mason?&lt;br /&gt;Bishop:  No?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  If you get really excited about something, hug me.  I love your hugs.&lt;br /&gt;Bishop hugged me, and kissed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Okay guys, are you ready to go to Chuckie Cheeses?&lt;br /&gt;Bishop:  Yep!&lt;br /&gt;Mason:  Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Bishop gave me a hug.  &lt;br /&gt;Bishop:  I am so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishop just drank a Volt...he never drinks caffene.&lt;br /&gt;Bishop:  Blah, Blah, Blah, La, te da. (actually he was talking so fast I couldn't understand what he was saying.&lt;br /&gt;Mason: Dude, calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Okay guys, go get a shower...Mason you can take a shower in this bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;Bishop hops in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay Mason, you need to take a shower.&lt;br /&gt;Mason: Why do I need to do that?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Because that is what we do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-6580501383356027054?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/6580501383356027054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=6580501383356027054&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/6580501383356027054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/6580501383356027054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/07/bishops-friend-mason-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-5034129987626657992</id><published>2008-07-25T09:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:18:01.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SInvUCiuJYI/AAAAAAAAAPk/PTxnHreMz3Y/s1600-h/cartoon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SInvUCiuJYI/AAAAAAAAAPk/PTxnHreMz3Y/s200/cartoon.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226971970099094914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SInvUX8IcnI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ThX_Rmx9w58/s1600-h/fat+cartoon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SInvUX8IcnI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ThX_Rmx9w58/s200/fat+cartoon.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226971975842820722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-5034129987626657992?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/5034129987626657992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=5034129987626657992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/5034129987626657992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/5034129987626657992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SInvUCiuJYI/AAAAAAAAAPk/PTxnHreMz3Y/s72-c/cartoon.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-6129725080695729192</id><published>2008-07-24T08:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T08:48:02.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things that make you go hmmm... or arrrgggg...&lt;br /&gt;Only child getting grown up hair.  (Wasn't ready for the show.)&lt;br /&gt;My FH can loose 5 pounds in 3 days, and I have been trying for weeks. (I work out anywhere from 45 minutes a day to an hour and a half...all he does is jogs/walks three miles)&lt;br /&gt;The fact that my grocery bill dramatically decreases when no one else is here.&lt;br /&gt;(and, I never run out of cleaning supplies...lol.)&lt;br /&gt;Summer is almost over.  (I am a bit bored, but not that bored.)&lt;br /&gt;Only child is almost as tall as I am.  (I am glad that I started wearing heels early, that way I can still look down at him. I am sure he is glad also.  lol...)&lt;br /&gt;I see my nail tech guy everywhere.  (Wal-mart, linens n things...you name it, I see him.  I am glad that I recently had a pedicure, that way, he doesn't need to remind me to take care of my doggies.  lol...)&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping with granny, didn't find anything that I had to have. (growth, progress, when the economy is bad, not impuse buying is a plus.)&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am getting a bargin on gas that is $3.76 a gallon after gas was like 4 dollars.  (I remember paying $.76 a gallon.  Ten dollars used to carry me around town for a week not just a day!)&lt;br /&gt;Dad is getting old.  (I love my dad, he's a good man.)&lt;br /&gt;Mom is in AK...and never coming home. (I love my mom, and wish that I can see her more often...she is more wise than I thought she was when I was growing up.)&lt;br /&gt;Watching FH's kids turn into adults. (It is hard to let them grow up and make decisions of their own.)&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I have a group of steadfast fabulous friends...(They laugh, listen, and scare me...One day, Kim scared the pooh out of me.  She called me into her room, and came out of her closet with a big scary man...and went boo.  I screamed louder than I laugh, which sounds impossible...I do the same for them.)&lt;br /&gt;When FH gets home, knowing that I get to spend all my nights with him.  (He is really my best friend...I hope that everyone will end up with a best friend like him one day.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-6129725080695729192?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/6129725080695729192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=6129725080695729192&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/6129725080695729192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/6129725080695729192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-that-make-you-go-hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-660112584532454150</id><published>2008-07-22T12:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:18:02.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SIYn9t_p70I/AAAAAAAAAPE/zDYKT7ucfzQ/s1600-h/lunch+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SIYn9t_p70I/AAAAAAAAAPE/zDYKT7ucfzQ/s200/lunch+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225908358882127682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SIYn-KBqHxI/AAAAAAAAAPM/PLrCkE77zzA/s1600-h/lunch+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SIYn-KBqHxI/AAAAAAAAAPM/PLrCkE77zzA/s200/lunch+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225908366406721298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SIYn-X2qq0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/uFtaebSbq0E/s1600-h/lunch+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SIYn-X2qq0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/uFtaebSbq0E/s200/lunch+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225908370118716226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SIYn-iXwJFI/AAAAAAAAAPc/f2t1XR1otOk/s1600-h/lunch+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SIYn-iXwJFI/AAAAAAAAAPc/f2t1XR1otOk/s200/lunch+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225908372941841490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New haircut...30 dollars&lt;br /&gt;New yellowbox flip flops...38 dollars&lt;br /&gt;Lunch...20 dollars&lt;br /&gt;Great time with 2 fantastic white girls...priceless  (lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-660112584532454150?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/660112584532454150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=660112584532454150&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/660112584532454150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/660112584532454150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-haircut.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SIYn9t_p70I/AAAAAAAAAPE/zDYKT7ucfzQ/s72-c/lunch+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-439464414640704121</id><published>2008-07-20T19:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:18:02.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SIPjVGpRdBI/AAAAAAAAAO8/a23rwuvLXgU/s1600-h/100_3874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SIPjVGpRdBI/AAAAAAAAAO8/a23rwuvLXgU/s200/100_3874.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225269944380388370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and I are at my step-brother's wedding reception.  They got married on Friday.  It was a nice reception.  Good food, good company, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to see my dad.  He looks more and more like my grandfather.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather always had bottled cokes for my brother and I.  He told us stories about when he was a kid growing up during the depression.  He made his own desk out of a coke crate.  He was a neat old man...and, now, so is my dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-439464414640704121?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/439464414640704121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=439464414640704121&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/439464414640704121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/439464414640704121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-dad-and-i-are-at-my-step-brothers.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SIPjVGpRdBI/AAAAAAAAAO8/a23rwuvLXgU/s72-c/100_3874.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-540995611444215895</id><published>2008-07-15T12:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T12:57:14.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do you have multiples of?&lt;br /&gt;Well, at our household, we have:&lt;br /&gt;dishwasher detergent...I started buying the eco friendly stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;bleach...what if you have whites that you need to bleach, and you run out?&lt;br /&gt;comet...I have quite a few cans of this...you never know when you need to clean something.&lt;br /&gt;mop heads...&lt;br /&gt;shower cleaning stuff...if one doesn't work, get the other bottle or two.&lt;br /&gt;toilet cleaner...want a clean basin, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;dish soap...are you noticing it is all cleaning stuff?&lt;br /&gt;carpet cleaner...I have one dog that is lazy, or stupid or both.  The other one is fabulous about potty time.&lt;br /&gt;kitchen counter cleaner...I have a full bottle and refills.&lt;br /&gt;Sandwhich bags...&lt;br /&gt;and gallon bags.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...I love a clean house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have multiple toothpastes, containers of tp, shampoo, soaps...&lt;br /&gt;I have plently of wallflower refills to last about a year.  And, a bunch of candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I mention this?  I don't know, I was thinking about it on my way back from WM with more bleach, mop heads, sponges, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;What do you have multiples of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on my way back from WM, there were a couple of groups in a field with a bunch of cops.  One was a veterans group with flags, etc.  The other group were protesters.  That makes me sad...they were holding signs about God doesn't bless veterans, Don't pray for the US...etc.  They were kids.  What kind of parents do these kids have?  Really, influencing kids to the point that they are obviously atheist.  Don't they know they have a choice?  A choice of freedom, serenity, love, compassion, grace, mercy?  Don't they need to have a choice to live a life that isn't condeming?  God bless the kids, the parents...evidently, they seem to think that the cards delt in their lives were ones that were condeming them to a point where all they are are victims.  And, not cards that led them to a life of freedom through JC.  It is sad.  I will put them on my prayer list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-540995611444215895?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/540995611444215895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=540995611444215895&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/540995611444215895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/540995611444215895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-do-you-have-multiples-of-well-at.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-3907681502969704924</id><published>2008-07-14T09:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T09:14:51.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Detour signs don't come up all too often, but when they do, pay attention to them.&lt;br /&gt;Last week, FH and I had a detour sign...that took us about an hour away to a city for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;We needed a weekend away.  Away from laundry, dogs, kids, school, work, etc.  So, away we went.  We ate lunch at Pizza Inn...I love the way that place smells.  The bread even smells good.   It took me back to a time in JH...on Thursdays after the games, I would meet everyone there.  It sure was good.  &lt;br /&gt;We went to a casino, and won big bucks for us...491!  Well, we came home with 200 more than we began with...and they paid us to have some fun.  The bands were good.  &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we ate at a Japanese steak house, and it was so good.  I have tried sushi before, and didn't like it.  Oh, I love it now.  It is so good...&lt;br /&gt;We had a much needed trip that was centered around the two of us.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-3907681502969704924?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/3907681502969704924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=3907681502969704924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/3907681502969704924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/3907681502969704924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/07/detour-signs-dont-come-up-all-too-often.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-8958022503407286528</id><published>2008-07-05T07:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T07:57:33.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-86.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2594073385367999366&amp;amp;site=widget-86.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2594073385367999366&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-86.slide.com/p1/2594073385367999366/bb_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2594073385367999366&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-86.slide.com/p2/2594073385367999366/bb_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2594073385367999366&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-86.slide.com/p4/2594073385367999366/bb_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our second annual 4th of July get together on the 3rd.  I had three teacher friends/family, and a good friend of ours and his expecting wife.  We had a jolly good time.  We ate, and ate.  Then we ate some more.  Good food.  Great company.  Good times.  Then about dark, we shot off fireworks.  It was fun!  I think that I will do this every year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we went to the rodeo.  It was great fun.  It is amazing how God places people in my life to remind me of his wonder.  We sat by an older man, I started visiting with him.  He told me this was his anniversary.  His 6th anniversary of when he died between surgerys...Wow!  What a blessing.  He said "There is only one word for that."  I knew he ment "God."  God is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, my husband just walked through the kitchen while I am blogging...and said "Oh, you are making breakfast for me."  Oops...I wonder who hasn't cooked breakfast in a few years?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-8958022503407286528?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/8958022503407286528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=8958022503407286528&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/8958022503407286528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/8958022503407286528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/07/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-21112163162653435</id><published>2008-06-25T07:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T08:01:32.938-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where is my summer going?   &lt;br /&gt;Bishop has come home, and we have been on the go ever since.  We have played dominos, his favorite.  We have been to chuckie-cheeses...swimming, shopping for his clothes, kid sitting.  Just busy, busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Bishop swimming the other day with his cousin who is a girl.  She talked him into playing house until she said that she was their mom...he said "That is gross, I don't want to come out of your stomach!  Don't you know where babies come from?  I want to be adopted."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I could have killed him...We were eating with Jeslyn, my husbands aunt.  And, she was in the middle of eating a breadstick, he asked her if she were ready to go.  How rude!  I told him that that was very rude.  I guess that is the nature of the beast with pre-teens.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is time to go by and order that school sweatshirt, with Bishop's mom monogrammed on the back...BTW, I told him that I was going to wear it everyday for a week if he did something rude, talked back, etc.  He said "no..."  For those of you who don't know...Bishop will be at my school in two years.  I can't believe that he is going into 6th grade next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-21112163162653435?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/21112163162653435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=21112163162653435&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/21112163162653435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/21112163162653435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-is-my-summer-going-bishop-has.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-3677070824745592261</id><published>2008-06-14T09:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T09:10:57.638-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-c2.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2522015791327939010&amp;amp;site=widget-c2.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791327939010&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c2.slide.com/p1/2522015791327939010/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791327939010&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c2.slide.com/p2/2522015791327939010/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2522015791327939010&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c2.slide.com/p4/2522015791327939010/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope had her baby.  She sure is glad.  Is he almost cute?  I am just dying to see his eyeballs open.  That is all.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a busy month!  School is out, had a family reunion, and now this...bundle of joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-3677070824745592261?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/3677070824745592261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=3677070824745592261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/3677070824745592261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/3677070824745592261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/06/hope-had-her-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-7785255666747145394</id><published>2008-05-14T16:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T17:01:16.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well...we are building pyramids.  That is fun.  It looks like I am going to have some good ones this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishop is going to play the guitar.  He spent his allowance on one, and we are going to pay for lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of paying stuff...Holy Moly...gas is expensive!  That drives up food costs, energy costs, and I haven't gotten a raise to offset living expenses.  :(  I have applied at my favorite store that sells lotions and potions, and all the good stuff.  Yep, Bath and Body Works.  I just want to work part time.  We will see if they even like my applicaiton.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex and the City Baby...two more weeks.  I can't wait!  That is one of the things that I am looking forward to this summer.  (Definately not my 36th birthday. lol..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-7785255666747145394?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/7785255666747145394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=7785255666747145394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/7785255666747145394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/7785255666747145394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/05/well.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-8983854734482911739</id><published>2008-05-08T15:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T16:15:37.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Allergies and more allergies.  Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Mother's day is around the corner.  I told OPS (one precious son) what he could get me...and, took him to show him the bottle.  Then he told FH.  FH had different ideas.  Ops found out...and told me, after I bribed him about not taking him to school.  lol...Wow, I am horrible.  lol... he is my one and only precious son.  :)  I love him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ops still has a girlfriend.  I asked what she was wearing the other day.  A red and white tee that said "Bimbo" on it.  Nice.  Just what every mother wants to hear from her 5th grader.  Ops has a girlfriend that is a bimbo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I have found a new way to terrorize ops.  He will be in 7th grade in a couple of years.  I told him that if he gets snitty, forgetful about his homework, I am going to have a shirt made that has my school logo, and Bishop's Mom momogrammed on the back.  I am not afraid to wear it everyday for a week, and come sit by him at lunch.  Heheheheeeee is scared of that.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also told him that I am going to live right next to him forever.  Even when he gets married, I am going to buy the house next to yours.  He said "or the closest one for sale."  "Nope, the one right next door."  "Well, that is good I guess, you can weed out all the bad wives." He replied.  "And, if you bring home a girl that is wearing indescent clothing.  I am going to tell her she can't come back until he has on approperate ones."  I said.  "That is just scary, right there."  He said.   It is good to have my bluff in now.  lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 is around the corner.  30 wasn't bad at all.  35 didn't hit any bumps.  36 could possibly be on the down hill cycle...possibly.  I feel old.  My body now stores fat for the winter, spring, summer, and fall.  I have nose hairs that are white.  I have the turkey goobler fat under my underarm.  It is getting harder to loose the muffin top gut.  Well, at least I am happy.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-8983854734482911739?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/8983854734482911739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=8983854734482911739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/8983854734482911739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/8983854734482911739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/05/allergies-and-more-allergies.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-1667458129708170761</id><published>2008-05-03T06:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T07:07:54.675-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, it has been a month since I have written anything.&lt;br /&gt;State testing has come and gone. My students have thought that I should have quit teaching because state testing is over.  Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;My allergies have been KILLING me.  I have been sick as a dog.  I can't wait for summer to get here so that I can breathe again.&lt;br /&gt;Bishop is so very excited about taking all Pre-AP classes next year.  I love that he is a geek.  One weekend, I overheard him ask his best buddy, "So, if a cube has a side lenth of 3, what is it's volume?"  Yep, instead of talking about girlfriends, making homemade stick knives, or jumping on the trampoline...my only baby was asking a perfect Math geek problem on the weekend.  I love him.&lt;br /&gt;Big C. is still in school.  He loves it. We have been married for almost three years.  I bought him a Hawaiian shirt, denim shorts and a wallet.  He loves Hawaiian shirts, hates that I got rid of his Wrangler denim shorts, and despately needed a wallet. :)  &lt;br /&gt;Well, I am about to take my two other babies to the vet.  They both need their shots.  Hopefully, I will write more soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-1667458129708170761?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/1667458129708170761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=1667458129708170761&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/1667458129708170761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/1667458129708170761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/05/wow-it-has-been-month-since-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-7201535205899357283</id><published>2008-04-03T18:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T18:12:01.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.dogster.com/quizzes/what_dog_breed_are_you/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find out your what dog you are!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Chihuahua.&lt;br /&gt;The Socialalite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your single most amazing trait, dah-ling, is that you are charming and gregarious and gorgeous and lively. Oops! That was more than one. No worries, dear, it wouldn't be the first time the rules have been bent for you! Your charisma, combined with the fact that you can really dish out a good yap when push comes to shove, means you have no problem putting on the dog in order to get what you want. But it's not all about you! N-n-n-n-no-ooo! You simply adore your best friend and love your family to pieces, enjoying every precious little teeny tiny moment you spend together. And children? Well, you love the idea of them, but don’t necessarily need them hounding you day and night, right? Come now, honey, let's face it- children just do not appreciate a good sweater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-7201535205899357283?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/7201535205899357283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=7201535205899357283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/7201535205899357283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/7201535205899357283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/04/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-919707922850343508</id><published>2008-04-01T17:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T17:26:47.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A couple of things:&lt;br /&gt;I know state testing is coming up when...&lt;br /&gt;I wake up screaming bloody murder crying, and scared my husband.&lt;br /&gt;He asked what was I dreaming about?&lt;br /&gt;I was dreaming that Woolly Booger (my favorite dog) was trapped in a pentagonal prism made of yellow rulers.  I couldn't get him back until I found the total surface area.  And, I was afraid that I would never get him back.  True story.  Happened last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A best girlfriend of mine said last Wednesday "Are you going to be ready to run with M____ in the 5k in May?"  Well, I have been getting my run on.  After February with girl scout cookies, and ordering potato skins everytime I go out to eat...I wasn't even thinking about running.  It is a great time to get in shape though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-919707922850343508?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/919707922850343508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=919707922850343508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/919707922850343508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/919707922850343508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/04/couple-of-things-i-know-state-testing.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-8572588317255165768</id><published>2008-03-17T17:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T17:47:06.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-76.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2089670227106520694&amp;amp;site=widget-76.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2089670227106520694&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-76.slide.com/p1/2089670227106520694/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2089670227106520694&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-76.slide.com/p2/2089670227106520694/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishop is falling off a tractor...in NM...&lt;br /&gt;Actually, he is into claymation pics right now.  We are visiting my mom.  Fun times.  Going to see aliens tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-8572588317255165768?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/8572588317255165768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=8572588317255165768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/8572588317255165768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/8572588317255165768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/03/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-7267677740223990984</id><published>2008-03-08T07:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:18:03.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/R9KgI9zd-QI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ftTgwujfAe8/s1600-h/dad%27s+birthday+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/R9KgI9zd-QI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ftTgwujfAe8/s200/dad%27s+birthday+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175374997691955458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother sent me these.  Isn't she sweet? She sent them to me because I had gum surgery a couple of days ago.  I love them.  Thanks MOM1&lt;br /&gt;Gum surgery was not plesant.  My mouth still hurts.  I am starving for real food.  Last night, we went to Panda's.  I ate fried rice, and shrimp.  I thought that I was in heaven.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-7267677740223990984?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/7267677740223990984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=7267677740223990984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/7267677740223990984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/7267677740223990984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/R9KgI9zd-QI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ftTgwujfAe8/s72-c/dad%27s+birthday+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-7581919620510879413</id><published>2008-03-08T07:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T07:13:06.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-dc.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1513209474802600668&amp;amp;site=widget-dc.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1513209474802600668&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-dc.slide.com/p1/1513209474802600668/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1513209474802600668&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-dc.slide.com/p2/1513209474802600668/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is at my Dad's 70th birday party.  It was a lot of fun.  Now, to set things up...Jason and I were the youngest there.  My dad and his friends are die hard republicans.  (Not that it is good, bad, right or wrong.)  And, we had a great Southern Republican Everyone is drinking wine party, oh yeah, we ate good food also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is later in the evening, and I am snacking on some of the great food.  All the old men, drunk old men, were telling jokes.  So, when they all start laughing.  I naturally start laughing.  Wrong decision.  I didn't hear the joke.  After I heard the joke, I then understood why they all stopped and looked at me.  I left the room.  Thank goodness that I won't see them often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-7581919620510879413?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/7581919620510879413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=7581919620510879413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/7581919620510879413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/7581919620510879413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-dads-70th-birthday-party.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-5513378457241756487</id><published>2008-02-24T13:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T13:53:39.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you ever go through stages where you don't feel like writing?  Nothing great or bad has happened?  Well, I am there now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read four books lately.  I have started 3 afgans, and I find new yarn...and start another one.  Yep, I have learned how to crochet.  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to read.  Nothing good is ever on TV...I have read two Emily Griffin books.  Something Blue, and Baby Proof.  Great Books.  I have read Crazy Aunt Purl's Drunk, Knitting and Divorced.   Funny book...She gets divored, and drinks wine, kints, and discovers herself.  I have read Sophie Kinsella's Can you keep a secret?  Best book of them all.  She blabs her whole life story to a stranger on a plane when she thinks they are going to crash and die.  Funny stuff...it turns out is the CEO of the company that she works for.  FUNNY.  I have bought two more books...getting ready to start those.  Wow, Mom, I love to read when I find books that interest me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope and Miguel live with us now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishop is a pre-teen.  I love it.  He says the funniest stuff! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will write more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-5513378457241756487?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/5513378457241756487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=5513378457241756487&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/5513378457241756487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/5513378457241756487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/02/do-you-ever-go-through-stages-where-you.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-6773643741008674584</id><published>2008-01-22T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T10:14:58.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time:  Yesterday lunch.  Maybe I shouldn't go pick up Bishop because the weather is going to get bad tonight.  I don't want to cross the long bridges if they are covered in ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after lunch.  Well, after looking at the weather all day, I think that if I leave at 3, meet at 4:30, I will get back before 6:15...it wan't be bad by then. (For NWA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2:40...I just talked to Matthew, and he can get Bishop there about 4:30.  Perfect.  I will get home in time for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00...This isn't good, the river valley is already at 32 degrees.  I can make it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30...depart Clarksville with a full tank of gas and Bishop.  Bishop let's pray for a safe trip home.  He prays the best safe return prayer home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:10...Bishop are you hungry.  Are you sure?  Okay double cheeseburger and fries it is...for both of us.  I am kind of hungry also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:20...depart Alma.  Oh that isn't good, see that truck it slid on ice, and hit that railing.  Please God let us make it home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30...we are at a stand still, about a thousand of us.  I wonder what happened.  And, it is 30 degrees, not good cause it is still raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00.  Traffic moves, I am still about 15 miles from tunnel.  We slowly go through the tunnel.  There had been a 5 car pile up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30...not even a mile out of the tunnel on one of the long high bridges, we stop again.  I get out of my car, and the bridge has complete black ice on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:45...still haven't moved.  Bishop said this was fun 4 hours ago, not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:45...we finally start moving more than the 30 yards since 7:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:15...we make it to Greenbrier.  I call Jason, tell him 1:00 maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00...we are finally in our driveway.  I should have been home by 6:30, at the latest.  We are beat, we are tired.   My eyes looked like I had been doing a lot of good drugs.  Bishop was a trooper; aside from 30 minutes, he stayed up with me the whole way to make sure I didn't go to sleep.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned...Even if your region says not until 6...remember that doesn't include the other regions...if you have to question whether or not to go...don't...it is better for Bishop to miss a day of school or two...and always have your child pray the safe trip home prayer.  It works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-6773643741008674584?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/6773643741008674584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=6773643741008674584&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/6773643741008674584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/6773643741008674584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-yesterday-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-7708288342787116790</id><published>2008-01-13T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T15:00:48.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, FH or Big C or JW, whatever you want to call him, is at a Basketball game with his dad.  I bet he is having fun.  He needs to do something like that.  It is an outlet for him since he is going to school full time and working full time.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to be in a Bunco group!  We start Wednesday!  I am very excited about that.  That will be my outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started eating healthy.  I eat a well balanced diet that is low calorie and low in fat.  I drink tons of water...I have lost 5 pounds.  That is about 3% body weight.  :)  It can be painful to drink that much water and eat this much...but, I move on.  I can't wait to fit into pants that I haven't in quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is due June 4th.  I am glad that she is happy.  I think that being an adult is a big growing experience for her.  She has had a taste of what it is like to be totally financially responsible.  Yikes!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and his wife are really struggling.  I think that they will end the marriage.  Most of what I have heard is that she is not as committed to the relationship.  And, at the times that others around me have been not rational about it...I say "She is 17.  What do you really expect?"  I know that at 17 I wasn't ready to dive into real life.  Why would anyone?  Kids these days have a different mentality.  Not good, not bad, not right or wrong...just different.  And, trying to grow up that fast is quite challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishop is loving Basketball.  He loves to practice.  I am hoping that with his love for it, and his good grades one day he will get a scholarship to help pay for college.  He is such a boy.  I love it!  He loves his mama, and I love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is going well.  No parents, yet, want to beat me up.  That is a bonus.  I am really enjoying the year.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope that God blesses you this coming up week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-7708288342787116790?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/7708288342787116790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=7708288342787116790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/7708288342787116790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/7708288342787116790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-fh-or-big-c-or-jw-whatever-you.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-3756255728201011556</id><published>2007-12-29T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T10:08:51.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We are getting ready to go exercise.  Homemade peanut brittle is getting the best of me!  I found a fabulous recipe that you can make in the microwave!  Yep.  Easy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo-Hoo!  Going to round up Big C...for the gym!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-3756255728201011556?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/3756255728201011556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=3756255728201011556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/3756255728201011556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/3756255728201011556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-are-getting-ready-to-go-exercise.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-8311209236573111885</id><published>2007-12-26T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:18:03.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/R3MtI_AlFVI/AAAAAAAAAOE/wFjCM5C8TzA/s1600-h/IMG_0959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/R3MtI_AlFVI/AAAAAAAAAOE/wFjCM5C8TzA/s200/IMG_0959.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148508431390676306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/R3MtJfAlFWI/AAAAAAAAAOM/2GxpXjI2qV8/s1600-h/IMG_0961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/R3MtJfAlFWI/AAAAAAAAAOM/2GxpXjI2qV8/s200/IMG_0961.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148508439980610914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/R3MtJfAlFXI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ABDJRACk_V8/s1600-h/IMG_0958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/R3MtJfAlFXI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ABDJRACk_V8/s200/IMG_0958.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148508439980610930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishop has been rocking the house...&lt;br /&gt;The teens all came over on Saturday...here is a picture of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-8311209236573111885?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/8311209236573111885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=8311209236573111885&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/8311209236573111885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/8311209236573111885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/12/bishop-has-been-rocking-house.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/R3MtI_AlFVI/AAAAAAAAAOE/wFjCM5C8TzA/s72-c/IMG_0959.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-7769205441488737140</id><published>2007-12-25T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T18:44:47.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n1Wv0qjJ-Mg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n1Wv0qjJ-Mg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed a fix for bells and balls...ENJOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EXEGa57gUZ0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EXEGa57gUZ0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-7769205441488737140?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/7769205441488737140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=7769205441488737140&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/7769205441488737140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/7769205441488737140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-643299496927296643</id><published>2007-12-25T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T18:36:56.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am just about finished being sick.  Wow...it had me down for the count.  TKO for a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been quiet.  Nice.  The teens came over Saturday night, and we opened up gifts then.  Josh is living with Grandma also, along with Hope.  We will see how long that lasts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishop my pride and joy will be home tomorrow.  He is such a young man, now.  You should see him.  Wow...not my baby boy anymore.  We will open up gifts with him, tomorrow.  It will be tons of fun!  Guitar Hero...all night long!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-643299496927296643?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/643299496927296643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=643299496927296643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/643299496927296643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/643299496927296643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-just-about-finished-being-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-1116097968105429836</id><published>2007-12-01T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:18:04.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/R1GnSsY4uJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/SIQBFAxp0cM/s1600-R/snowbaby.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/R1GnSsY4uJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/8SQVH4_SF84/s200/snowbaby.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139072589401471122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/R1GnS8Y4uKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Tno3JF312no/s1600-R/snowwoman.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/R1GnS8Y4uKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8RX1wjJ63ko/s200/snowwoman.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139072593696438434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who has been busy?  It's me, it's me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw my dad at Thanksgiving.  Someone cut my hair way to short.  School is going well...and that is about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-1116097968105429836?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/1116097968105429836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=1116097968105429836&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/1116097968105429836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/1116097968105429836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/12/enjoy-guess-who-has-been-busy-its-me.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/R1GnSsY4uJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/8SQVH4_SF84/s72-c/snowbaby.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-6149074163947853964</id><published>2007-11-16T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T19:46:46.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God answered our prayers!  We are staying where we are.  :)  I am relieved, I am not ready to leave now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to put up chrismas tree this weekend.  I like putting it up the weekend before Thanksgiving, it gives me time to enjoy the break.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This winter is my dad's 70th B-day.  70 years, of joys, tears, and unknowns that become comfortable for a while.  Things that worry me, are things such as:  he has always had a bad memory...what if it gets worse?  I am sure that it will.  :(  &lt;br /&gt;I get to spend Thanksgiving with him, and as I get older I realize more and more that family is very important.  I hate that I live so far away from mine.  &lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope that you have a fantastic weekend!&lt;br /&gt;nc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-6149074163947853964?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/6149074163947853964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=6149074163947853964&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/6149074163947853964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/6149074163947853964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/11/god-answered-our-prayers-we-are-staying.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-4767247423915824337</id><published>2007-11-06T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T16:33:50.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bishop had a girlfriend for a week.  He told me "Mom, it is to be expected...we are in 5th grade." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FH has a wonderful possibility of taking a job in a neighboring state.  This would mean a move.  Yikes...but, Yeah!  The guy wrote FH and wants to fly both of us there to check out the area.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to a place where I was 6 years ago.  Willing to go with faith...but, tears along with it.  Not that the guy has offered the job to FH, however this seems promising by what the communication has been.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers...we need them...what is God's will for us?  What decision needs to be made when the time is right...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-4767247423915824337?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/4767247423915824337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=4767247423915824337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/4767247423915824337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/4767247423915824337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/11/bishop-had-girlfriend-for-week.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-8761265970398132726</id><published>2007-10-27T14:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T15:03:48.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emily is the most beautiful girl at BK's school.  He thinks that she hangs the moon.  One teacher friend of mine said that he is too young to have a girlfriend.  I said "The extent of their relationship is eating lunch together and talking about 10 year old boy stuff like...what if everyone in the world was bald?"  Anyway, she said yes...so, they eat lunch together.  How sweet.  At least BK isn't so scared of talking to girls that he hasn't talked to one at 40.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FH and I are going to a movie tonight.  We are going to We Own the Night.  I hope that it is good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is going well.  Projector is mounted.  I love that.  We have parent teacher conferences this week...it is going to make for a long week.  :(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, since school has started we have been busy.  Sometimes it isn't until 8 until I can sit down and breathe.  BK is helping put up laundry.  I love that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FH is taking a senior level course, and has been using the computer every day to write papers.  Stuff is going on at his work...can't say much now.  We will see what happens.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-8761265970398132726?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/8761265970398132726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=8761265970398132726&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/8761265970398132726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/8761265970398132726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/10/emily-is-most-beautiful-girl-at-bks.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-6470782566505039083</id><published>2007-10-21T11:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T11:04:44.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's see...the week in review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The craft fair was this weekend...found two fabulous necklaces.  And, Jason was only really unpleasant once because he was there.&lt;br /&gt;We had company in for the weekend.  It was my old neighbor.  It was good to see her.  She brought her boyfriend.  He was nice.&lt;br /&gt;Bishop gave Emily a note...she still hasn't responded.&lt;br /&gt;Hope is prego.  Jason's kids are popping out grandkids like a pez dispenser.&lt;br /&gt;Josh doesn't have a job...again.  We are all very shocked about that.  (shaking my head again.)&lt;br /&gt;That is about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-6470782566505039083?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/6470782566505039083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=6470782566505039083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/6470782566505039083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/6470782566505039083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/10/lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-3350703941075851539</id><published>2007-10-14T19:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T19:09:20.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This last week, we decided tp purchase a new freezer.  The freezer that we had was so old that it was leaking air, and you couldn't see what you were getting for all the ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a trip to Best Buy.  We were looking at freezers when I noticed a sign "Spend more than 499, and finance for 18 months no interest."  The freezer we were looking at was 429.  So, we took the plunge on a new vaccum cleaner...and bought a flat panel TV also.  :)  I have never liked watching TV like this.  lol...We knew one day we would get one, and Wedensday was the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-3350703941075851539?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/3350703941075851539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=3350703941075851539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/3350703941075851539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/3350703941075851539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-last-week-we-decided-tp-purchase.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-7901049007328018534</id><published>2007-10-08T18:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T18:41:21.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I thought that I was going to die.  FH and I had eaten horribly all weekend.  I decided to eat some fiber wafers.  They were the huge ones...benefiber.  They started tasting nasty.  Too hard, and chalky.  I decided to drink a couple down with water.  It hurt going down, and then the pain subsided.  All of a sudden, my chest started hurting from the inside out.  I thought that I was having a heart attack.  I told FH that I was in great pain.  He was ready to take me to the emergency room.  He got dressed, and got clothes out for me.  I told him that I didn't want to go the ER...that it was expensive and I would rather buy a sweater from Old Navy.  Then he asked me what I did.  I told him...he got me a big glass of water...and, then finally the pills made it past my esophagus.  I suggest not to do that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I made Bishop cry.  Not on purpose or anything.  I asked if he would rather move to the east coast or to Nevada someday.  Then he caught on that when FH finishes school...we will probably move.  He cried all the way home because he wants to see his dad on a regular basis.  :(  He asked why we would ever have to move...I said more money?  or not?  He said "more money."  I reassured him that it would be a long time before we would ever consider moving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-7901049007328018534?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/7901049007328018534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=7901049007328018534&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/7901049007328018534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/7901049007328018534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/10/yesterday-i-thought-that-i-was-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-6962058980830209268</id><published>2007-10-02T20:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T20:47:30.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Talking about being young.&lt;br /&gt;When young, I made decisions that weren't great.  I am talking about people whom I chose to date.  And, when I hear about previous dates that have come to a cross-roads in their life...I think about my decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took many years of dating people who were wrong for me...to be fed up with that type of person.  And, it took heart break after heart break.  I am very greatful that my previous relationships didn't work out...because I might not have been ready for my FH.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember looking up at the sunset one evening.  I told "God, I would rather be single the rest of my life, than to date another loser."  It was about that time that FH started coming around.  Yes, I tried to push away FH.  But, I couldn't shake him like I shook the others, and he couldn't shake me, the way I had been shaken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My, my...my life has been full, full of surprises, full of joys, full of sorrows, full of disappointments, full of happiness...full filled.  I have no regrets.  And, what a wonderful thing!  Thank you Jesus.  Without Him...none of this would be possible.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could have done it all again...wait, I don't want to do it again.  I don't want to learn all life's lessons again.  lol...I do however, hope that my children's lives will be full and full filled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-6962058980830209268?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/6962058980830209268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=6962058980830209268&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/6962058980830209268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/6962058980830209268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/10/talking-about-being-young.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-9027125114195198344</id><published>2007-10-02T16:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T17:08:26.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life...&lt;br /&gt;As we get older, we get to see our kids go through the same changes that we went through.  And, sometimes...they don't get it, like I didn't get it. (like, when we tell you...you are now grown.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one is grown, one gets to pay bills even though one doesn't want to do so.&lt;br /&gt;When one is grown, one gets to buy groceries for oneself...and discover how much groceries cost.&lt;br /&gt;When one is grown, one doesn't need a taxi ride around to save one's gas.&lt;br /&gt;When one is grown, one gets to replace broken things.&lt;br /&gt;When one is grown, one gets to be responsible for ones actions.&lt;br /&gt;When one is grown, one understands why calling too late is not as considerate.&lt;br /&gt;When one is grown, one will then get to pass these things off to their "grown's" one day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, when I was young, I didn't quite appreciate things that parents did, until I was grown.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-9027125114195198344?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/9027125114195198344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=9027125114195198344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/9027125114195198344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/9027125114195198344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/10/life.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-7763052013883699964</id><published>2007-09-29T15:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T15:42:10.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so freaked out!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Spiders and their babies are everywhere!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to do anything!  They are creapy!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;What if they land on me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-7763052013883699964?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/7763052013883699964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=7763052013883699964&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/7763052013883699964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/7763052013883699964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-so-freaked-out-spiders-and-their.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-2206920568529799449</id><published>2007-09-28T15:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T15:48:08.048-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday if vastly approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Sunday.  Bishop asks every Sunday if we are going to church group.  Last night, he asked if we were going this Sunday.  I asked why he liked it so much.  "The girls are THIRTEEN!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-2206920568529799449?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/2206920568529799449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=2206920568529799449&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/2206920568529799449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/2206920568529799449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/09/sunday-if-vastly-approaching.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-1075294234146445833</id><published>2007-09-23T07:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T07:10:59.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I am really bummed...Rock of Love doesn't have it's last show until next week!  What am I going to do for a whole week?  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news though, family pictures with my brother will cost 75 dollars less the size we are going to purchace...than what I paid for Jason's side of the family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other good news...the projector that I am got this year for my classroom...is getting installed.  Yep!  No more fire hazzards!  I am pumped about that.  Plus, there is more:  I am getting a writeboard!  Yep, the thing that you can write on, and it writes on your power-point!  I am thrilled!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, this is the first year, I have entered the 6th full week with not falling behind.  I have graded everything!  I have my lesson plans through Wednesday!  Yep...what a day, what a week!  I am thrilled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-1075294234146445833?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/1075294234146445833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=1075294234146445833&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/1075294234146445833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/1075294234146445833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-i-am-really-bummed.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-14536916725350727</id><published>2007-09-20T18:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T18:52:51.919-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG!  Just three days!  Three days to the finally of Rock of Love!  Do you know how said I will be if Heather wins?   And, I am a little worried...what will I have to look forward to?  hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day!  One more day until I get to get my sleep on!  I love my sleep!  lol..Well, that is all I can think of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No it isn't.  This week, Bishop and I went to eat with the principals and the gang...Bishop was talking to the daughter of one of the principals, and started talking about pooh at the dinner table!  I was horrified.  I was re-assured the next day that is a 10 year old boy thing.  Oh poohy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-14536916725350727?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/14536916725350727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=14536916725350727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/14536916725350727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/14536916725350727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/09/omg-just-three-days-three-days-to.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-4725123036533870984</id><published>2007-09-17T20:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:15:11.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a Wii weekend.  My mom and her husband came to see us...and my mom played Wii all weekend with Bishop, Hope and me.  It was terribly fun.  Can I tell you how easy it is to play?  Back to simple remotes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly of all...Lacey got sent home this weekend!  I love it!  My mom was still in town, and watched it with us.  lol...I hope that Jess wins!  I really like her.  She is sweet, and kind, and has kick bootA pink hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about it!  Talk to you later this week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-4725123036533870984?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/4725123036533870984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=4725123036533870984&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/4725123036533870984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/4725123036533870984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-was-wii-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-2978070112560503864</id><published>2007-09-13T18:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T18:24:57.308-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bishop has been mowing the lawn...and, Jason was taking Bishop to school.  Bishop was saying "Look they missed a spot.  Look they missed a spot too."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-2978070112560503864?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/2978070112560503864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=2978070112560503864&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/2978070112560503864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/2978070112560503864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/09/bishop-has-been-mowing-lawn.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-3887335327285009084</id><published>2007-09-11T18:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T19:01:42.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-2c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=432345564238701868&amp;amp;site=widget-2c.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564238701868&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2c.slide.com/p1/432345564238701868/bb_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564238701868&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2c.slide.com/p2/432345564238701868/bb_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess where these were taken?  In my house!  Aren't they fabulous?  &lt;br /&gt;And, I love our Wii!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-3887335327285009084?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/3887335327285009084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=3887335327285009084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/3887335327285009084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/3887335327285009084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/09/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-7828279430932170760</id><published>2007-09-09T10:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T10:09:28.321-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We got a Wii...love it!  Bishop was gone this weekend, so I actually got to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bret sent home Brandi.  Next week, Heather and Lacey get into it...can't wait to see that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-7828279430932170760?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/7828279430932170760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=7828279430932170760&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/7828279430932170760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/7828279430932170760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-got-wii.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-4085861053494163646</id><published>2007-09-06T19:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T19:25:35.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another week down...&lt;br /&gt;I bet you can tell when I am working?  huh?&lt;br /&gt;I got my own cheer uniform in...and it fits me better than the ones at school.  &lt;br /&gt;We are going to do another skit tomorrow.  Wooo-Hooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishop is upset cause we didn't get him the Wii tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;Jason is at school.  My mom is coming to see us next weekend.  Josh got married.  Hope is doing alright.  That is it for us...fun, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-4085861053494163646?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/4085861053494163646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=4085861053494163646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/4085861053494163646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/4085861053494163646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-week-down.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-2907905289167930613</id><published>2007-08-31T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T21:45:54.342-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another week at work down.&lt;br /&gt;Fitz and I did the SNL Spartan dance when they were at a cheer camp.  It was funny...We were asked to be regulars.  lol...I ordered my own cheer outfit.  Only because, I am not the size of a girl 8th grader.  hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Jason's grandmother's graveside service.  I think that he is nervous about it.  We hung out with his mother today.  I sure do love his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Josh is getting married.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will let you know more when the weekend is finished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-2907905289167930613?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/2907905289167930613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=2907905289167930613&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/2907905289167930613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/2907905289167930613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-week-at-work-down.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-1736584482163050686</id><published>2007-08-26T10:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T11:58:46.168-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Setting:&lt;br /&gt;10 a.m. in the family room...FH sitting next to me...watching Rock of Love.  Together.  We discuss what Bret might do...&lt;br /&gt;You have got to be kidding me!  Bret keeps Lacey?  She is malicious.  She is the devil reincarnated.  And,he sends Mia home?  I wonder what will happen next week.  &lt;br /&gt;I live for Sunday's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-1736584482163050686?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/1736584482163050686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=1736584482163050686&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/1736584482163050686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/1736584482163050686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-have-got-to-be-kidding-me-bret.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-1090219895841571224</id><published>2007-08-22T19:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T19:20:21.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FH is in Michigan, or Minnesota.  I don't know, it starts with an M.  He will return tomorrow.  He went on business...and not to a strip club to get a lap dance.  Come on, I know that I am not the only one that thinks these things!  lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishop and I have had "quiet time."  He has been doing homework, and I have been surfing.  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when teaching today, I taught order of operations backwards.  Wow, I haven't seen that many deer in the headlights look in a while.  I think that I will be going over that again.  For example, I give you 35.  You need to come up with:  2squared x (5 x (1+1))-5.  Yeah, that is the reason they looked at me.  I will be reteaching it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-1090219895841571224?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/1090219895841571224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=1090219895841571224&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/1090219895841571224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/1090219895841571224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/08/fh-is-in-michigan-or-minnesota.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-8607078687638160707</id><published>2007-08-21T18:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T20:48:53.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2nd day of school...I am beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishop forgot his Math Book...and he is panicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh is mobilized.  He will be leaving for training in less than a month.  After training, he will be going to Iraq.  He is planning on getting married before then.  I am nervous about that.  Only because both of them are young, and have been dating for like 3-5 months.  And, when you are that age a lot can change in a year and a half.  A lot.  Both can grow up significantly...and she could get money that he earned, so to speak.  I sure do love him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His grandma on his mother's side called Jason today crying.  Whatever.  I don't tend to like her as much as I do Granny.  I love Granny.  This one doesn't really care about Hope...but, she will help Josh out with every last penny she has.  And, then is mean to Hope and Miguel.  Then talks about how it is Jason's fault that their mother died.  Whatever.  She is spiritually sick...just like most of us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dying to get a Seatbelt purse!  I think that is what I want for Christmas.  Bishop is getting a Wii that he is helping pay for.  (How can I do that?  Well, they are expensive, and I can't afford to pay that much for Jason's kids and spouses.) Jason is getting...a bag of nuts.  lol...Peeee-cans.  lol...Really, I don't know what he is getting.  Already bought him a pocket knife, cologne, pants, shoes...How about a boat?  We have been dying to get a boat.  Hope is getting a bag full of coal.  lol...she wants a pair of nike's.  We will see.  Josh is getting a card that says we took x amount of dollars off what he owes us.  That is a whole nother story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I shaved my dog tonight...and he looks cute.  &lt;br /&gt;That is it.  I am tired.  My dogs hurt.  And, I get to stand all day tomorrow also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-8607078687638160707?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/8607078687638160707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=8607078687638160707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/8607078687638160707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/8607078687638160707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/08/2nd-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-1819802122952744054</id><published>2007-08-20T18:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T18:43:53.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Borrowed this from EE...thought this was fun. &lt;br /&gt;1. The phone rings. Who do you want it to be? Since FH's daughter moved out, our phone doesnt' ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart? Yes, it is FH that says "they pay someone to do this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In a social setting, are you more of a talker or a listener? Depends on the company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If abandoned alone in the wilderness, would you survive? No, I can't stand bugs, snakes, and lack of hand soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like to ride horses? probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Did you ever go to camp as a kid? Church camp...every year!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was your favorite board game as a kid? connect 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was taken what would you do? Blog it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you judgemental? I am human...so therefore, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you know how to shoot a gun? nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If your house was on fire, what’s the first thing you’d grab? My son and my dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How often do you read books? When I am told to do so...maybe 3 a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you think more about the past, present or future? Future...I am afraid that I won't be the only female in the house for the rest of my life.  I can get stressed out about that.  That is stressful...two females, one thinks she owns the place, and the other one that isn't daddy's little girl.  lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is your favorite children’s book? ones with lots of pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. How tall are you? 5'4" with good shoes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What are the keys on your keychain for? My car and my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What did you do last night? got ready for kids at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What movie do you want to see right now? I should have been diagnosed adult ADD...And, I am not a good movie watcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What will you do for New Year’s? Have people over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you own a camera phone? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What’s the first letter of your middle name? E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How many hours of sleep do you get at night? 8 on a good night...10 on a prefered night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What do you sleep in? my bed...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Anything big ever happen in your hometown? Yes, in 1996 it was the first desegrated prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Is your tongue pierced? That seems scarey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Who is the funniest person you know? FH...you should have seen him the other night singing dramitical songs for "Grease."  :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you like funny or serious people better? Definitely funny...I want to be entertained! (I agree with EE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Did you eat a cookie today? Nope, did eat a 100 calorie ice cream bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you use cuss words in other languages? Well, FH's daughter is married to a Mexican...are you kidding me?  I hear it all the time.  Sounds really classy.  lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you steal or pay for your music downloads? I actually don't download...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Is your cell phone usually on Vibrate or ring? ring...I have the Ozzy ring tone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you need a boyfriend/girlfriend? Since I am married to FH and he can sing any "Grease" song...I don't need either.  He is rolled up like a taco, burrito...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-1819802122952744054?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/1819802122952744054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=1819802122952744054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/1819802122952744054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/1819802122952744054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/08/borrowed-this-from-ee.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-8950005589555155078</id><published>2007-08-20T18:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T18:22:56.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of school.  I am tired.  My feet are pounding!  I can actually feel my heart beat, in my feet!&lt;br /&gt;So, Bishop went to middle school.  I am very sad about this.  FH to Big B to school.  FH showed Big B where his class was...Big B said "Okay, bye."  :(  It was like...I am grown, don't need you anymore.  :(  &lt;br /&gt;Then after school, Big B opened up a savings acct.  Big B told FH that he wanted to get to school by 7:25.  And, that I won't do it.  So, FH asked if he could take Big B to school.  :(  No one needs me, unless they need money.  lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important Mindless stuff:&lt;br /&gt;Bret didn't get rid of Sam...he sent  home Madgelina or should I say "Man-gelina."  And, I think that next weekend, he is going to oust Lacey.  Big B said that she looks like the devil.  lol...she does look sly and devilish.  &lt;br /&gt;What about when he says "I said to myself "Self, ...""  Lol...oh, how mindless.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am going to go rest my pounding feet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-8950005589555155078?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/8950005589555155078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=8950005589555155078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/8950005589555155078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/8950005589555155078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-4040931673713999981</id><published>2007-08-17T17:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T18:03:09.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When something happens to someone you know, you sometimes process the joy or the pain in relationship to you.  Well, that is what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, in a city far, far away...okay LR isn't that far away.  There was a good friend of mine.  I used up his friendship while on a binge...He and his room mate were two people I could trust in LR.  Anyway, I found him on myspace, and have gotten back in contact with this person.  So, I read his myspace today, and something bad has happened.  Aparently, this summer he had gotten married...or this year, and she had two girls.  She died yesterday.  Can you imagine the pain?  Can you imagine loosing your spouse?  Can you imagine only having her/his two girls to raise?  Can you imagine...This made me sad.  Please pray for my friend, and her two girls.  They need the prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-4040931673713999981?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/4040931673713999981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=4040931673713999981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/4040931673713999981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/4040931673713999981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-something-happens-to-someone-you.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-4634040656342618391</id><published>2007-08-12T15:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T15:36:47.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rock of Love was great!  It came on this morning...Jason and I both watched it.  We can't believe that Heather is still there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so watched Twenty-Three last night.  It was good.  It  wasn't jump up and over the couch scary...it was just a psychological thriller.  Fabulous.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have much to say.  The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-4634040656342618391?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/4634040656342618391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=4634040656342618391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/4634040656342618391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/4634040656342618391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/08/rock-of-love-was-great-it-came-on-this.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-1572441683470691933</id><published>2007-08-09T21:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T21:35:45.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Getting ready for 7th grade, again.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, I can do it...it isn't going to be hard.  The teachers are nice, the district is wonderful...(No, Bishop isn't going into 7th grade, I am...again.)&lt;br /&gt;The end of summer is bitter sweet.  I love to sleep late.  Love it.  I love not doing much...but, I crave a schedule.  &lt;br /&gt;I start work on Monday.  Now, I must begin by saying that I love 7th graders.  They are fun.  They crave attention, but don't want to hug all day long.  I love what I teach.  It is fun!  I love my collueges.  They are wonderful.  &lt;br /&gt;It is an exciting time of year.  What will be stregnth's?  What will be weaknesses?  Where can I improve?  What will the kids be like this year?  What am I going to wear on the first day of school?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Bishop is going into 5th grade.  5th.  Middle school.  He is worried that the teachers will be mean.  lol...I do want to take a minute and brag.  Seeing that I am a teacher...I might care more than most.  Bishop tested advanced in both literacy and math.  :)  I am proud of him.  He worked hard this year, and had a fabulous teacher!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-1572441683470691933?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/1572441683470691933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=1572441683470691933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/1572441683470691933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/1572441683470691933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/08/getting-ready-for-7th-grade-again.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-9214947524491926177</id><published>2007-08-09T00:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:18:04.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I do need to add this story. lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband is an avid watcher of Rock of Love also. Really...we talk about it at dinner, while running, on the phone, before going to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He tells me "This guy at work a couple of weeks ago said "Don't threaten me with a good time." and I looked at him while grinning and replied "Rock of love." The other guys didn't know what we were talking about but we did...lol." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, this my dear, is another reason I married my Fabulous Husband: watching fights on TV is not the only thing he watches. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/Rrq2PnYVKxI/AAAAAAAAAMc/XMLj0X4D81A/s1600-h/250px-Rock-of-love-second-look.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096586307708463890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/Rrq2PnYVKxI/AAAAAAAAAMc/XMLj0X4D81A/s200/250px-Rock-of-love-second-look.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-9214947524491926177?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/9214947524491926177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=9214947524491926177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/9214947524491926177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/9214947524491926177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-do-need-to-add-this-story.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/Rrq2PnYVKxI/AAAAAAAAAMc/XMLj0X4D81A/s72-c/250px-Rock-of-love-second-look.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-1590994575049046108</id><published>2007-08-08T20:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:18:04.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I was the First Friend...to have a baby.  One.  Boy.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/Rrqx8HYVKwI/AAAAAAAAAMU/a4bcK99_KsQ/s1600-h/Babies1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096581574654503682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/Rrqx8HYVKwI/AAAAAAAAAMU/a4bcK99_KsQ/s200/Babies1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, we were eating dinner with the children that have already moved out. They came over with significant others to eat our food that is free...No, that sounds bad, they came over to visit with us. lol...&lt;br /&gt;We are in the middle of dinner, and someone brings up babies. I have no idea why...but here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;H: S., Natasha doesn't like babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;N: No, they cry like this...and you have no idea what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;FH: Yeah, the last baby Tyler that came over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;N: Took a dump on my floor. He left shortly after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;J: lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;H: imitated the baby cry that I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;FH: So, hehehe H. when you were a baby you filled up your diaper from one end to the other, and I thought I was going to gag. But, when it was time to potty train, and wein you from the bottle, I looked at the farmer's almanac. Had no problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;N: I am surprised that Bishop made it past 1...I had NO idea what to do with him. ( I finally said it out loud.) I didn't even give him baby food, cause I didn't know when to start, and Matthew had no idea. When he turned 1...I started giving him real food. I had NO idea, wouldn't know now. (Everybody looked at me with amazement.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a freeing thing, to be able to say "I don't know, wouldn't know now either." No wonder why I don't like babies AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;So, I looked at this Farmer's Al manic thing...and, it says the best days to cook this month are: Bake 16, 17, 18, 24, 25. Guess what? Wouldn't know how to do that either.  lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-1590994575049046108?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/1590994575049046108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=1590994575049046108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/1590994575049046108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/1590994575049046108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/08/tonight-we-were-eating-dinner-with.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/Rrqx8HYVKwI/AAAAAAAAAMU/a4bcK99_KsQ/s72-c/Babies1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-3453224021849177567</id><published>2007-08-07T13:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T13:37:14.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forgot to tell on myself!  &lt;br /&gt;So, every now and then...I say jalepeno...not the correct way...but Ja-LAP-eno.  Not Hal-e-pee-no.  Just to be silly...it is kinda funny...until this happens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are at Sonic last night.  Jason wants a powerade slushy.  I want a half cranberry half apple slushy.  I saw jalepeano strips as a snack.  I order my drinks and then say "I want a Ja-LAP-eno strips also."  The kind girl said "Excuse me ma'am, what did you say?"  "Yes please, I want Ja-LAP-eno strips also."  Jason said "hal-e-pee-no, Natasha.  She doesnt' understand Ja-LAP-eno."  Oh, I can't believe that I said that.  That is just as bad as "I seen it.  I seen it."  Jason shook his head...I turned bright red.  Not becasue the hal-e-pee-no strips were hot...but, because I am not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-3453224021849177567?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/3453224021849177567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=3453224021849177567&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/3453224021849177567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/3453224021849177567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/08/forgot-to-tell-on-myself-so-every-now.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-1945998389198956526</id><published>2007-08-07T07:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T12:50:56.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A couple of things...&lt;br /&gt;Going shopping today with Carolyn, my dad's wife.  I am excited about doing that.  I do need a pair or two of black pants.  &lt;br /&gt;Funny story that happened a while back...names will be different:&lt;br /&gt;One day I came home and Sally was watching a TV show on the Discovery channel.  Sally loves the Discovery Channel.  The show was about gross stuff.  Really...I would have been watching mindless TV or something like that.  Sally was really into the fact that our colons can get really dirty.  She used the bathroom like 7 times that day.  I even thought it was abnormal for her.  It was bad...I didn't even want to walk by the bathroom.  Turns out that Sally was watching this show, and decided that it would be good to clense her own colon.  She didn't read the directions...and ate a whole box minus 2 doses of chocolate laxitives.  10 does, she took.  TEN.  lol...no wonder why the events happened the way they did.  lol...&lt;br /&gt;What made me think of that is...I have decided to clense my body this week.  I started taking a whole body clenser...plus fiber.  I am hoping that this effort will help clear up my FACE...which I have had problems with for the past two years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-1945998389198956526?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/1945998389198956526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=1945998389198956526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/1945998389198956526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/1945998389198956526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/08/couple-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-6168854864375163827</id><published>2007-08-05T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T22:08:05.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mindless TV...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday nights!  Love it!  I don't know what has gotten into me.&lt;br /&gt;I start the night with Hulk Hogan.  Love him!  He is funny!  Funny!  Funny!  He is way too protective of his daughter...hmm...I think that all father's have that in commmon.  lol...And, he doesnt' care about fashion.  What "father" does?  Really?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Scott Baio.  I am proud of his strides into deciding to make a commentment, or not.  He doesn't seem AS skanky as I once thought.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ROCK OF LOVE...OMG!  I love this.  Mindless.  Drama.  Girls living together to get a rock star...lol...that is a recipe for laughter.  Wow!  Some girls are ruthless...some are intense.  How about Rodeo?  We all thought that I could be intense...lol...I don't even compare to Rodeo.  Plus, she is a little deliusional.  Hello????  Jess is a rockin girl, and I love the pink in her hair.  Ever notice that her face is flawless?  Oh...I forgot the red heads name.  She is a not nice person.  Drama...mindless drama.  lol...I have even caught my husband watching the re-run during the week.  hehehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-6168854864375163827?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/6168854864375163827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=6168854864375163827&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/6168854864375163827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/6168854864375163827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/08/mindless-tv.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-4509580259117202202</id><published>2007-08-03T09:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T09:49:06.365-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One more full week before I go back.  One.  The end of summer is bitter sweet.  I love to sleep late...but, I also crave a schedule.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School...I love back to school stuff...Love supplies, supplies, and clothes.  I love post-it notes, pens, markers, pencils, pants, shirts, sweaters, erasers, notebook paper, shoes, staplers, staples, hair care products, you name it...I love it!  Planners, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that I am going to go to work for a bit...C U Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-4509580259117202202?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/4509580259117202202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=4509580259117202202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/4509580259117202202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/4509580259117202202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-more-full-week-before-i-go-back.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-5764266105707145337</id><published>2007-07-30T18:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T18:30:25.525-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, 3:15 p.m.  coming home from taking Bishop to his dad's:&lt;br /&gt;Ring, Ring, Ring...&lt;br /&gt;Jason: Hey, what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Nat: I just came thru the tunnel.  Guess who called?&lt;br /&gt;Jason:  Who?&lt;br /&gt;Nat:  Jeep.  They need another driver.  &lt;br /&gt;Jason:  Who?&lt;br /&gt;Nat: sigh...Jeep.  They need another driver.&lt;br /&gt;Jason:  Oh...lol...You're funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love the pictures below?  We went to the park on Saturday!  I live with two very handsome men!  I sure am blessed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-5764266105707145337?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/5764266105707145337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=5764266105707145337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/5764266105707145337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/5764266105707145337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-315-p.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-253886854645001883</id><published>2007-07-28T13:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T13:18:51.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my Slide Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-1c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=432345564230440988&amp;amp;site=widget-1c.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=432345564230440988&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1c.slide.com/p1/432345564230440988/bb_t047_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=432345564230440988&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1c.slide.com/p2/432345564230440988/bb_t047_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-253886854645001883?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/253886854645001883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=253886854645001883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/253886854645001883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/253886854645001883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/07/check-out-my-slide-show_28.html' title='Check out my Slide Show!'/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-3275576415678932462</id><published>2007-07-25T21:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:18:05.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is the bloody deal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In comparison to say...my body 5-8 years ago...this sucks rocks. I have been exercising for weeks! I have been watching what I eat. And, I have only lost 10 pounds? On a great day? Whatever. Plus, I look at my face, and I am disgusted with adult acne problems. It is not like I NEVER wash my face. I wash it all the time. Still...acne...and more age spots. I even wear sunscreen when I get out in the sun. No, not 4 spf. Try 15. I have been using Oil of Olay clear face plus moisturizer. Not helping. I feel oilier. I don't want to use some products because it dries out my skin...and I look older. I have tried Proactive...too powerful, I dried out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few years ago, I was worried that my feet and my hands look older. I would love to go back to those problems. To say the least...I am fighting get old. I am fighting it, fighting it, fighting it. I even have gotten to where I ask my hair care taker if she sees any white hairs EVERY time I get my hair did. Then, she asks "Why do you see any?" I just want to make sure that I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I DON'T SEE ANY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I am done venting about getting OLD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/RqgR-nYVKtI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ShUkTiZjhMY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091339146162940626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/RqgR-nYVKtI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ShUkTiZjhMY/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-3275576415678932462?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/3275576415678932462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=3275576415678932462&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/3275576415678932462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/3275576415678932462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-bloody-deal.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/RqgR-nYVKtI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ShUkTiZjhMY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-9025512080538326693</id><published>2007-07-24T19:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T19:50:52.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy Moly!&lt;br /&gt;I was getting my hair cut today.  Over in the adjacent town...right across the street is a Jeep dealer!  Now, they are supposed to close at 7 right?  Well, they hadn't yet at 7:45 cause I am sure they haven't made their quota for the month.  Guess what?  No, I didn't purchase the Jeep Wrangler Unlimited...I sat in one.  It was beautiful!  It was a dream!  It was fabulous!   That is it for today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-9025512080538326693?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/9025512080538326693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=9025512080538326693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/9025512080538326693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/9025512080538326693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/07/holy-moly-i-was-getting-my-hair-cut.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-2867296415564032280</id><published>2007-07-23T15:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T15:23:31.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is why I love my husband. He makes me smile and laugh: read the bottom first. Now keep in mind that I have been dying to get a jeep so that I can ride around with the top off...like a free bird...I wrote him first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm leaving at 4:30 ( we have three and half years left to pay on the Honda), yes I will run with you ( there are better options then a jeep) I can't wait to see you (A Passport or a Ridgline will pull the boat better than a Jeep) I love you. ( Tash will like driving one of these bigger bad ass vehicle better than a little bitty jeep)&lt;br /&gt;Best Regards&lt;br /&gt;Jason Ccccccc&lt;br /&gt;Associate Engineer&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in Arkansas&lt;br /&gt;Office: 555-1414&lt;br /&gt;Cell: 555-1414&lt;br /&gt;Fax: 555-1414&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07/23/2007 03:18 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:myhusband@hisemailaddress"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;myhusband@hisemailaddress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cc&lt;br /&gt;Subject&lt;br /&gt;Hey (jeep) what are you doing (wrangler unlimited.)? I just painted my nails (they have one). It is a pretty maroony-red (at the jeep place in the town you work.) We need to run today (it is black.) I can't wait to eat steaks today (wouldn't be fun to have?). When are you coming home (for a test drive?)? lol...I love you, Jason.&lt;br /&gt;natasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He is a fabulous man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-2867296415564032280?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/2867296415564032280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=2867296415564032280&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/2867296415564032280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/2867296415564032280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-why-i-love-my-husband.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-2061053995215606862</id><published>2007-07-23T13:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T13:10:05.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched Scott Baio again...pleased that he is making some personal progress.  Then, watched Rock of Love.  Laughed at all the bimbos that are dying to be with Brett Michaels.  lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to get checked out...they aren't going to have to cut out my bottom half!  lol...Hopefully in a couple of months I will be feeling  better.  That is it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the great pleasure of doing housework today.  Then, on Wednesday...I am going to steam clean my carpets!  That is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I really have to share...I am going canoeing this weekend!  Yep!  I am going with my family.  That will be fun.  Also, going to KC in August for a few days...Gunna love that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-2061053995215606862?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/2061053995215606862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=2061053995215606862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/2061053995215606862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/2061053995215606862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/07/watched-scott-baio-again.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-8656950572997558226</id><published>2007-07-19T23:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T23:57:26.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As a child, I thought that Scott Baio was cute. I enjoyed watching his shows. I thought that in the perfect world that he was not what he is now. As an adult, I am disappointed that what I thought to be a more wholesome male is just a guy who has issues. Although, who doesn't? Anywho...so, I am up late one night, and I see his show. I am shocked that he comes across as a cynical, terrified of comment man. He isn't the positive Charles in Charge that I remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this show, he is looking back at previous relationships to see his pattern. Of course, like any human, I did the same. BTW, up until now...I dated men who were so very consumed with themselves,that never really cared about me. (Thrill of the chase.) I became very grateful for my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He is adorable. He makes me laugh. He makes me mad, too...but, then makes me laugh. :) We still go out on dates. Keeping the romance alive. That is important. If you don't do that...insist on it. We do things for each other, little things like making each other water, telling each other everyday that the other is their best friend, and still calling each other to say "I love you." You should see him be a "cheerleader" with me...Jumping like we were flexible enough to do a toe touch. At the end of the day, I know that we will be together till (&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;natural&lt;/span&gt;) death do us part. lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-8656950572997558226?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/8656950572997558226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=8656950572997558226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/8656950572997558226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/8656950572997558226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/07/as-child-i-thought-that-scott-baio-was.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-2940283250464253329</id><published>2007-07-18T20:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:56:13.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight, 9:40 p.m....&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting down for the first time today...did 2 1/2 miles.  I decided to take Wooly Booger with me.  He decided to take a big dump in the middle of the road.  Nice.  Afterward, I decided to go with my step-daughter to eat TACO_BELL.  Yes, I said TB.  So, I might not be loosing weight this week after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get home, and check my email.  It was junk.  I went to my blog...and checked out EE's.  She had a funny one about her 4th of July.  I went back to mine, and watched Eugene again.  Laughed, again.  Then up in the corner it says "next blog."  I went to about 15, and most of them were in different languages.  Some of them were about home repair.  Interesting.  I stopped at the one that said something like pretty ladies.  I proceeded to look down, and with shock it was women in thongs.  I decided to stop there.  No I didn't...lol...I thought "I wonder how many people have viewed their blog?"  I went to view profile...I guess in all the time, quite a few months,  that they have been posting pretty butts...only 27 have viewed theirs.  I bet it was the owner of the blog that was checking out what he fanticized about.  lol...I then felt better about my not so popular blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-2940283250464253329?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/2940283250464253329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=2940283250464253329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/2940283250464253329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/2940283250464253329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/07/tonight-940-p.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-6056912738616984081</id><published>2007-07-18T11:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T11:58:37.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y9MwUrZ4MXU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y9MwUrZ4MXU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Eugene!  This was by far my favorite skit...And, you should see my husband take it to a "hol nufer level!"  Can you picture it?  Can you picture my fh going around doing this?  If not, you don't know him very well...he puts me in stitches!  And, Eugene does too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a two day workshop.  It was fun.  I am done early, and now I am really tired.  Getting up by 7 kills me, when I am used to sleeping late ALL the time!  So, I am going to take a nap...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-6056912738616984081?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/6056912738616984081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=6056912738616984081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/6056912738616984081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/6056912738616984081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-love-eugene-this-was-by-far-my.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-8557576109810374410</id><published>2007-07-16T15:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T15:02:20.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/88/59/11/885911_652961e6cdb96449234d33.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you look like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-8557576109810374410?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/8557576109810374410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=8557576109810374410&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/8557576109810374410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/8557576109810374410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/07/who-do-you-look-like.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-180169169212782908</id><published>2007-07-15T13:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:18:05.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/Rpp3MyMk8MI/AAAAAAAAAL0/BwF1EU0zTSU/s1600-h/IMG_0683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/Rpp3MyMk8MI/AAAAAAAAAL0/BwF1EU0zTSU/s200/IMG_0683.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087509790585057474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Moly!  Do you see how big I look?  Anywho, this is Big L. and me at PFChangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I bought a scale today, and I have lost about 5 lbs...I am rounding up,  but not going to tell you by how much...lol.&lt;br /&gt;I have at least 10 to go, and would love to loose 15.  We will see how well I stay motivated.  Although, I don't think that at this juncture, I will quit now.  Because, did you see how big my Big Bird body is compared to L.?  I thought you did.  It isn't healthy to be this big.  Maybe if I were 7 feet tall!  Anyway, health reasons to loose weight, my heart doesnt' have to work as hard, my back won't always be out of whack, and my pockets won't be as empty 'cause I won't have to buy more pants.  lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got of the phone with a girlfriend.  She and her fiance aren't doing too hot.  She was asking for direction...All I could share with her is that FH and I have disagreements.  However, both of us put forth effort in our relationship so that at the end of the day we are best-friends.  And, if that isn't happening, what is the point?  I am sure that you can tell when FH and I are going through a tough time, and life always doesn't go my way or his either.  I can't express how important it is to me, that we both put forth effort.  Yes, we say nasty things to eachother.  Yes, there are days that I can't believe that he made that decision.  For better or for worse is what I agreed to do...and Praise Jesus...the majority of the time it is for better.  &lt;br /&gt;She was commenting how both of us laugh at our relationship in the context that we aren't taking eachother so seriously ALL the time.  I said that when s*#@ hits the fan, it isn't funny then...but, how nice it is that we laugh about it now.  I guess to put a long story short...We are all human, and most of the time when I feel inadequate is when I don't think that anyone ever feels the way I feel or has gone through growing experiences that I have.  However, I know that we all have.  And, I don't mind sharing with others that through growing pains all is greener on the other side of them.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-180169169212782908?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/180169169212782908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=180169169212782908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/180169169212782908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/180169169212782908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/07/holy-moly-do-you-see-how-big-i-look.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/Rpp3MyMk8MI/AAAAAAAAAL0/BwF1EU0zTSU/s72-c/IMG_0683.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-4135649886022544903</id><published>2007-07-14T11:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T11:58:31.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things that have gone on this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and ate with my best bud, Laurie.  She makes me laugh.  She loves shoes, too.  :)  We ate at PFChangs.  Fabulous food!  Then, we went to Dillards, where I bought a shirt that was on sale.  Then, I came home cause it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it rained even more after I got home.  The doctors office called and I have some female problems.  Which aren't that big of a deal, but it brought a since of my body falling apart.  OMG, I am getting old.  Being older isn't that bad.  I have a career, I have a home, I have good credit, I pay my bills on time, I am lacking nothing, except a boat.  lol...But, aside from that, it seems like every year, something goes wrong with my body.  And, it is usually a female problem.  When, will these problems go away?  However, depressing it may sound to me...I must move on.  For everyone's body gets older, and I will not let it get me down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another fantasic school year to look forward to.  New things that I am wanting to try.  Another year.  :)  Thank God, I am enjoying it...and not thinking that being a bank teller is a better option.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wise woman once told me "If you look at where you have come from, instead of where you want to be, you will see the progress and forget about the prefection."  I can do that.  Each year, teaching is more enjoyable, and not as stressful.  As I am not taking EVERYTHING personally.  My feelings are not worn on my sleeves.  And, I can see a definate growth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?  I have completed between 15 and 16 miles this week.  I think that I might reach my goal of not having to buy all new pants!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-4135649886022544903?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/4135649886022544903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=4135649886022544903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/4135649886022544903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/4135649886022544903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/07/things-that-have-gone-on-this-week-i.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-4148736216032719966</id><published>2007-07-12T08:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T08:26:08.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Computers...viruses, trojans...who writes this crap?&lt;br /&gt;So, I am killing time, looking for a new background for myspace...cause I am cool like that.  lol...And, then my computer starts going into a frenzy everytime I tab a new page!  Everytime!  And, I am thinking "Who gets paid to write this crap?"  It is a menace!  In the back of my mind I am thinking "My husband isn't going to be happy, really he is the only one that uses this thing...for school.  He can't function without it!"  Holy Moly, what am I going to do?  I remembered how to put it back into "safe mode."  Then from there, I can pick a day that the computer wasn't sick.  It turns back time, and there you go.  It is not sick.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could turn my white hairs into "safe mode."  Turn back time to where there was no white hairs.  No, adult achne problems.  No, fine lines.  No, hail damage.  That would be nice.  &lt;br /&gt;However, I live in the real world...And, I have my hair colored for the few white hairs that I have.  I use achne products with anti-aging stuff.  And, hail damage?  At my age who doesn't have hail damage?  &lt;br /&gt;I can tell that I am getting back into "fit" mode.  "Fit" mode is when you have exercised enough that you feel better, look somewhat less dense.  When you wake up at 6:50, you feel guilty for sleeping when it is going to rain, and get up and exercise.  "Fit" mode is when you have been eating healthier and you think you might want a french fry, or several...and, you know that it is going to feel like a giant oil spill in your mouth.  How long does "fit" mode last?  Until "I can do it tomorrow" mode kicks in.  lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-4148736216032719966?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/4148736216032719966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=4148736216032719966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/4148736216032719966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/4148736216032719966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/07/computers.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-7409410068775175405</id><published>2007-07-11T17:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:18:05.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/RpVodqSH6UI/AAAAAAAAALs/yuIFkkmGV3c/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/RpVodqSH6UI/AAAAAAAAALs/yuIFkkmGV3c/s200/bb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086086212960643394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Bird...I am built like Big Bird.  Smaller limbs, and a big round middle body.  However, I am exercising about 3 miles a day.  Let's keep it up!  I must be able to fit into pants!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-7409410068775175405?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/7409410068775175405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=7409410068775175405&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/7409410068775175405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/7409410068775175405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/07/big-bird.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/RpVodqSH6UI/AAAAAAAAALs/yuIFkkmGV3c/s72-c/bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34246002.post-4386657957537373171</id><published>2007-07-11T13:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:18:05.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/RpUvQKSH6TI/AAAAAAAAALk/UeKKUBz8U-0/s1600-h/golf-course-rules.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/RpUvQKSH6TI/AAAAAAAAALk/UeKKUBz8U-0/s200/golf-course-rules.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086023308869626162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FH gets to play golf this weekend!  Woo-Hoo for him.  I am glad that he gets out and does things with other people...it is good for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I get to hang out with my best bud from school, Big L...tomorrow.  I am thrilled!  Excited!  She is a hoot, and I have 2000 lbs. of fun with her.  We are going to eat, shop, and then I am going to see her new house.  :)  Woo-Hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked with Auntie Val today.  She is my best college bud (from when I went back to school).  Everytime I talk with AV, Bishop asks if I really have a sister.  :)  Isn't that cute.  I don't think that she wants to have kids.  And, if it weren't for Bishop, who knows?  I don't like babies, remember.  They cry and you don't know why they are crying.  Yikes!  Praise Jesus that Bishop was a great baby! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I was thinking...life goes by really fast.  Just in a blink of an eye I will be buying Christmas stuff.  Then, it will be summer again.  Fast...time goes by so fast.  Remember when we were kids, and summer seemed like forever?  And, the thought of staying in school until 12th grade was eons away?  What happened to time being so slow?  Hmmm....I must go clean the house.  Bishop is gone, so I get to do chores.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34246002-4386657957537373171?l=arkimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/feeds/4386657957537373171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34246002&amp;postID=4386657957537373171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/4386657957537373171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34246002/posts/default/4386657957537373171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arkimo.blogspot.com/2007/07/fh-gets-to-play-golf-this-weekend-woo.html' title=''/><author><name>imaeskimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05076005904988557421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/SS5Sd2u29OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/okcqblu3s0k/S220/IMG_0258.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSbGa36pRP4/RpUvQKSH6TI/AAAAAAAAALk/UeKKUBz8U-0/s72-c/golf-course-rules.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
