<?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-9148229131838769866</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:07:48.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M's Place</title><subtitle type='html'>A place for friends to come and talk about.... Whatever!  If you fall upon this blog, hell comment we can all use more friends!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>607</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-4126869733148614369</id><published>2011-05-02T10:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T10:25:22.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Monday!</title><content type='html'>Okay Monday's fuckin suck but I will be here tomorrow to write some fun times, like about my last Deadwood trip and DD's Birthday! What is something huge for us to always remember is USA killed that SOB so Wooooo hooooo! about time almost took us 10 years to track down Bin Laden! So smooches friends see ya tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and curious who it the wolf???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who keeps company with the wolf, will learn to howl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-4126869733148614369?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4126869733148614369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=4126869733148614369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/4126869733148614369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/4126869733148614369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-monday.html' title='Happy Monday!'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-8228221544154665280</id><published>2011-03-04T09:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T09:59:45.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work ughhhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry Peeps work has been exhausting!  So what's up buttercups?  We need to plan on all getting together real soon I miss having the ENTIRE group all together.  Last weekend went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;monte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;carlo&lt;/span&gt; bowling with the boys from my work that was a ball!  So lets all get together and BOWL.  Who is in and everyone tell me a Saturday it works out with!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Drunkin&lt;/span&gt; bowling doesn't that sound like fun?!?  I need some more ideas of summer fun we had to write about Miss Kelly you have any more ideas you are always so good with them.  My summer was a whirl wind and boy my brain is fried!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...  I must say I will miss this year without Missy on a stick!  I was sad that adventure came to an end.  DD &amp;amp; Kelly gave Missy her book.  Those girls put a lot of effort and love in that book and I was proud to be part of many of those moments!  I still need to see the book!  Hope you girls saved the pages on the computer so I can have a look see...  So who is on the stick this year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.  Well peeps have a great weekend and remember I loves ya all!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-8228221544154665280?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8228221544154665280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=8228221544154665280&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/8228221544154665280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/8228221544154665280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2011/03/work-ughhhh.html' title='Work ughhhh!'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-7260638666145063554</id><published>2011-02-15T09:54:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T13:20:33.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadwood Fun!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yii59A-vRN8/TVqv-w4i6EI/AAAAAAAABbU/kpJ4ii8eJLs/s1600/hello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573960981633230914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yii59A-vRN8/TVqv-w4i6EI/AAAAAAAABbU/kpJ4ii8eJLs/s200/hello.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Friday I took off half day to get packed and ready to head for Deadwood. We had quite the arrangement of people to take along but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; they all dropped off like flies! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Tim and I were laughing about that on the way up because it seemed everyday another person gave us a reason why they couldn't make it. So as of Friday we were heading to SD with Theresa, Sean, Dan, Dennis and us. Dennis was going to ride with Theresa, Sean and Dennis. Well when they went to pick up ole Dennis he had drank so much all day he was unable to stand up and hell we all can't even take care of ourselves so we certainly aren't going to babysit his ass, so he got left behind! We all hit the road and Theresa and her crew were about 45 minutes behind us because they had to deal with the Dennis fiasco. Tim and I arrived in Deadwood about 8:30 and the whole way up I told him I was really tired from staying out until damn near one the night before and I was gonna call it a early night cause I wanted to be ready for Saturday night at the Saloon 10. We got our room and I freshened up and that cool mountain air I was breathing waiting for our trolley woke me right up, I said OYSTER SHOOTERS! We stopped at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Silverado&lt;/span&gt; 1st try to win the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cadillac&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;umteenth&lt;/span&gt; time and then bombed out on my wheel of fortune one too! Tim won like 140 on a penny machine there so we called it good and headed for shooters. As we got to the Oyster Bay bar Theresa and crew were headed our way, Tim and I did a couple shooters and this one bartender there I hate hers so we decided to come back at shift change and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;karaoke&lt;/span&gt; was going on and that is something I can only handle drunk! So we all headed down the street and did some gambling here and there and ended up at the saloon 10. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; packed in there and we knew we weren't gonna do the dancing thing until tomorrow so we headed to a table in another room and met up with Maria and Tony by then. We started ordering double rounds and after midnight we rang in Maria's birthday! After drinking for a while we decided we were all starving none of us had dinner so over to Mustang Sally's we go, drunk laughing and some of us even walking crooked! We all eat and decide to wait for our trolley that doesn't come till 1:15 am. Well most of you know or maybe all of you know Theresa and I when we drink too much tend to do stupid things. I am not sure who's bright idea it was but we decided to press naked body parts to the window of Mustang Sally's. I was on the outside Theresa on the inside and we pressed our titties to the window for everyone to see. I know I know I am an exhibitionist. Theresa went one farther though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, she did a pressed ham so we had a full moon that night! The trolley finally came and took all of us drunks back to our room so we could do it all over again the next night! Next morning we got up and went down to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; and Tim won a little more money and we had some breakfast before heading into town. Hit my usual slots an sucked at em all! HA not my time this time it seemed and then ended up at the Oyster Bay Bar for more shooters. Theresa and Maria's first time and it was Maria's birthday so we had to break her in right! After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;makin&lt;/span&gt; some purchases from the wall at the Oyster Bay Bar, you all know the wall right? The one with beads with dicks, tits and etc on them? Well we had to make a purchase for Maria's birthday and of course Sean bought 2 necklaces and a jester hat that proved to be fun later &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! Sean bought a necklace with pot leaves on it he said well if I can't smoke it I guess I will wear it! He cracks me up. We all did a bit more gambling and then headed over for lunch as we were eating lunch Michael showed up so we had some more drinks. We were all pacing cause we knew that night would be a PARTY! Tim and I did some shopping for our girls while the rest of them went their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; ways until we had to go save our table for the saloon 10. Tim and I ended up back at our hotel to drop our bags off and of course I wanted to freshen up and then I hit one of the penny slots at the hotel and won 80 bucks not bad I should say. Theresa wanted to freshen up to but hell she was sitting down at Saloon 10 already at around 5:30 hell she really saved our table early! So we headed down and sat at Saloon 10 until the bad started at 9. Wow such a early start are we all going to make it closing it down? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt; some of us will. Sean put on his jester hat and lite it up so all his balls were shinning and he headed to gamble, he wasn't gone 2 minutes when he came running back to the table dancing and said he won 462.00 off of 20 dollars! He then hummed the circus tune and danced for us, totally priceless. Early in the day when we were shopping Tim had pointed out a bumper stick that said Why do I need kids I married one to Theresa which she bought and Michael at first thought we were kinda mean, but after that dance he said he totally understood the bumper sticker now. He did say there were signs but they became clear after that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! The band rocked played some old favorites from the 80's I haven't heard for years and we all danced our ass's off! Maria wore her birthday glasses and her penis necklace and we all drank until there was no way any of us could drink anymore. Theresa, Sean, Tony and Maria left earlier then Tim, I, Michael and Juliet closed the son of bitch down then headed to Sally's where Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;convinced&lt;/span&gt; them for 2 more Sally dogs for Tim and him, then it was time to do the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;drunkin&lt;/span&gt; walk back to our hotel. We didn't need no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; trolley ha! Next day Tim, Michael and I met for breakfast, Theresa, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Seany&lt;/span&gt; P, and Dan left to head home and Maria &amp;amp; Tony got to stay another day. I slept most of the way home three nights of heavy partying was more then I could bare. So the trip was fantastic and the ones that couldn't make it, there is next time. So Peeps get to planning the next go around! Love all around! Smooches! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-7260638666145063554?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7260638666145063554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=7260638666145063554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/7260638666145063554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/7260638666145063554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2011/02/deadwood-fun.html' title='Deadwood Fun!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yii59A-vRN8/TVqv-w4i6EI/AAAAAAAABbU/kpJ4ii8eJLs/s72-c/hello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-1393989603236736326</id><published>2011-02-11T10:06:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T13:23:16.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So how did I meet Briget.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just love telling the stories of how I meet each of my friends. I think most of you I have done in past blogs, but I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aquired&lt;/span&gt; a few over the past year. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Briget&lt;/span&gt; is a new much blessed addition to my group of friends. So how did I meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Briget&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; well first I have to tell you how we met Charlie her husband. Tim and I ride on Thursday nights with Julian an the crew and one Thursday night we met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Charile&lt;/span&gt; and on the second meeting Tim and Charlie exchanged numbers. Charlie called on a Saturday and asked Tim if he wanted to ride and he was bringing his girlfriend she was then, so Tim asked me to come. For some reason I was just kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ummmm&lt;/span&gt; crabby that day. We ride over to Charlie's house to pick them up and I am in my usual leathers totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bikered&lt;/span&gt; out. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Briget&lt;/span&gt; walks outta the house. She is very thin and fit has on a a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;harley&lt;/span&gt; shirt but very pressed and buttoned all the way up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, her hair is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; and perfect and she was adorning some what I call Jackie Kennedy sun glasses for the younger generation her Gwen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Stefani&lt;/span&gt; sun glasses. I lean up to Tim's ear and say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ohhhhhh&lt;/span&gt; great and now I have to ride with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; snot! Yes i SAID it and yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Briget&lt;/span&gt; totally knows I did. We decide to take off for up the mountain and stop at the cafe up there and see if they have beer. That is a no go and so yes that made me even more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; crabby. So Tim and Charlie decide that we should ride to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Glenrock&lt;/span&gt; and have a drink. We get to the bar at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Glenrock&lt;/span&gt; and for some odd reason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Briget&lt;/span&gt; and I started talking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; porn. I know a snot talking about porn crazy huh? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; we both got to laughing so hard about the Asian video both of us had seen where the girls eat shit and finger paint &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;eachother&lt;/span&gt; up with shit. WE laughed none stop that whole afternoon and since Charlie works in China then we started saying and Charlie we love you long time. So to say the least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Briget&lt;/span&gt; is no where near a snot and yes I still make fun of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;sooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; not biker sunglasses but hey you gotta love those special things about the ones you love! And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Briget&lt;/span&gt; I love you! Blessings always show up when u least expect it and in my case when I least deserve it. Love all around! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-1393989603236736326?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1393989603236736326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=1393989603236736326&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/1393989603236736326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/1393989603236736326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-how-did-i-meet-briget.html' title='So how did I meet Briget.....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-7210127878844336761</id><published>2011-02-09T08:34:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T09:07:11.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Yet.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good Morning Peeps. I think I might possibly be still drunk! Well going for a couple drinks when Amy asked me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ummmm&lt;/span&gt; drinking till almost 1 am left me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weee&lt;/span&gt; bit tired. Damn why do I have to do that is beyond me at the time it seems like such a good idea until I hear my alarm go off at 5:30 am! I was told last night I am a bad influence, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt; I like being one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so if you wonder what my title of not yet means then you haven't been around our Kimmy enough. When Kim gets drunk she makes L's with her fingers using her thumb and forefinger you know like you would do to say LOSER. She does this on either side of her face when you ask her if she is drunk and she says NOT YET. Kim is my quiet, sweet, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;laid&lt;/span&gt; back friend. She is the girl that sits and watches the rest of us being dumb ass's. She has pulled a few good ones. Like flipping off her front step and landing in her front yard that one is in a past blog, or one of my favorites is when Tim, her, and I were sitting up at the bar and Tim says hey Mona when you get a minute come black over here. Yes he said black instead of back, and no he won't admit it still to this day he might of drunken slurred. So anyway Kim, I and Mona kept making fun of him saying come black over here so when Kim decided to say it one more time she yelled it to Mona really loud and Mona looked at her like with this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ut&lt;/span&gt; oh face, and then I looked next to Kim and there happened to be a big ole black guy standing right next to Kim. Kim is like MICHELLE why didn't you tell me and I said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt; I didn't notice either until you said it. It was priceless! Another time we all love is Kim's 40&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday but I am still undecided who was more comical DD or Kimmy. Kim didn't want anyone making a big deal of her birthday she never likes attention on herself unlike me I am an attention HOG &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! So Tim, I, DD, Pam, Mike, JP and I met her down at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Moony&lt;/span&gt; for drinks and some gifts. Kim refused to wear her tiara partly because it said 40 and the other part is because she didn't want her hair messed up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; no not really cause again she doesn't want anyone to notice her maybe being foolish! So DD proceeds to take the 4 and the 0 off the tiara to see if Kim would maybe wear it then, but again a no go. So the 4 and 0 became quite the game for DD. She would lick the numbers and put them on her forehead, on her eyes, on her chest, you name it they ended up there. I have a series of pics of DD with the 4 and 0 stuck to herself and I just know if I posted them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ummmm&lt;/span&gt; she might not love me anymore. So if you see me ask to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;! Or better yet when DD turns 40 it will be on her cake and all over the walls at her party! Yeah that sounds like the way to do that! So back to Kim she was quiet and calm like always until Josh showed up. (by the way Josh is the Moonlight &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hottie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;) Josh bought Kim shot after shot and then others joined in buying her shots. Kim hardly ever does shots but that night she was drinking them as fast as she could. When the subject of birthday spankings came up I ran out to my car and grabbed my whip or crop whatever you prefer to call it. Shots made Kimmy eager for birthday spankings she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;laid&lt;/span&gt; over my knee for some and then just finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;laid&lt;/span&gt; over the table so Josh could spank her. Of course I loved it, Kim never ever does shit like that! So when everyone was done spanking the birthday girl we asked her if she was drunk she held those fingers up and said I am fucked up, and with that Aaron her friend slowly got her to his car and took her home. So next time someone asks you if your're drunk use the universal sign and say NOT YET! Smooches! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-7210127878844336761?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7210127878844336761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=7210127878844336761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/7210127878844336761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/7210127878844336761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2011/02/not-yet.html' title='Not Yet.......'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-757796325312838771</id><published>2011-02-08T10:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T13:56:32.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work sucks !!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVGt6irz5SI/AAAAAAAABas/IgJlhIVHHmo/s1600/menewhair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571425435288593698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVGt6irz5SI/AAAAAAAABas/IgJlhIVHHmo/s200/menewhair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry I missed yesterday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; busy! Monday's are like that. So did everyone have a good weekend? I went out Saturday night and got smashed! So Sunday when my mom wanted to do something with me I was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ughhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt; I have to get up and get ready???? But I did I went to breakfast and a movie. Went to see The Roommate, wow she was creepy! Saturday I went and had a make over! So if you don't recognize me when u see me that is why! Decided one day looking in the mirror I need a change! Sick of black and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; locks! So bye bye biker hair hello &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt; sexy hair! I love it. Let Courtney have her total artistic freedom with my hair and she did amazing. Drastic change for sure. It took me a few days to realize that was me in the mirror looking back. So I think the new look sparked the interest of going out Saturday night! Had to show it off! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Soooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; My dears not much else exciting this way, but I have a load of work to get done so see you tomorrow with another summer fun story! Love all around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-757796325312838771?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/757796325312838771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=757796325312838771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/757796325312838771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/757796325312838771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2011/02/work-sucks.html' title='Work sucks !!!!!'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVGt6irz5SI/AAAAAAAABas/IgJlhIVHHmo/s72-c/menewhair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-2959568975996532235</id><published>2011-02-03T16:01:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T11:58:18.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd day in on our Sturgis trip......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OMG I went out last night and got home aftet 1 am and I just quite didn't make it to work today. I woke up with the worse migraine ever! ughhhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Awwww the 3rd day is one of my favorites! We head to Deadwood and we take the scenic route through the canyon makin lil stops for drinks through out. What a beautiful day! The beauty of South Dakota is just phenomenal. I get to spend all my tip money I made in the beer tent in all my favorite machines. I still haven't won that shittin Cadillac and I try every flippen time we go! LOL I swear I am in Heaven with a drink in one hand a cig in the other sitting in front of a slot machine. Too bad South Dakota squashed some of my Heaven making it NO SMOKING! WTF! Oh well, need to buy a electronic cig what will they do spank me for using that? So Deadwood was fun boy did I get drunk. Drunk? ya me drunk can u guess? Briget, DD, Kelly and I hit the machines and everytime the wheel of fortune game got a spin Briget would stand up and flash the machine and when it wouldn't give her a good spin she would flip the sob off! HAHA! We finally met up with the boys for a bit and then Charlie need it cigars so Briget and I were on a mission funny thing is they said oh it is just a lil bit down the street, ya right it is like ummmm 4 blocks down! Both of us our a lil happy ya that is what we will call it happy, so when we get in the cigar shop we are of course the funniest things in there! LOL We get the man to light me a cigar and pose for pics with us and he was actually so intrigued by us he followed us out the door and up the street hmmmm go away weirdo! Briget and our trip back to the Franklin was the best lol. We pole danced on each pole on the way back (yes got my 3rd huge bruise from that), we went into a bar where no one was dancing and danced all over the dance floor the band even stopped to beckon us back, and then we walked behind the police while Briget proceeded to tell him cops have the nicest ass's, as she was pretending to squeeze his buns from behind. That cop started strutting after that! Of course the bikers on the sides of the sidewalk were cheering our bad behaviour on. Then we went into the Oyster Bay Bar to find Kim and of course when I am drunk I have a habit of walkin into places singing "To the Window to the Wall until the sweat drops down my balls!" Lets just say all my friends knew I had arrived! Did anyone every tell ya not to inhale cigars? Hmmmm someone should of told me that! Holy hell I did that cigar all the way back to the casino until I passed it over to Charlie, I didn't smoke for 3 days after that! Ughhhhh! So after we get back to the casino with the boys we are playing slots next to some Texan Mexicans. Instead of Briget showing her boobies to the machine I told her to say a Spanish term to it instead. Well let's just say the men next to her were lookin at her like oh my did she just say that! She asked one of them what does that mean he says your a lady I am not telling you! So let's just say Briget sometimes thinks I am a lil bitch! haha! All in fun! We got the guys and all made are way down to the best party spot in Deadwood the Saloon 10. We are all feeling pretty good by then and boy the boobies were flying there! hmmmmm not mine either DD were they yours????? After a while there we all had to head back to where we were staying DD, Kelly Tim and I to Sundance, Charlie, Briget, Julian, John, and Albert to Sturgis and ummmm none of us were sober! Yikes..... But the weather all of a sudden turned winter like that sobers your ass up real quick! Damn it was fuckin cold on our way back! We had a few more drinks at Sundance and called it a night, cause next day :( was time to head home.......... Damn I love Sturgis week!!!!!!!! Next year who in the hell is in?????? Love all around! I will bring the quote of the day back soon too and hey maybe the song in my head too! smooches! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-2959568975996532235?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2959568975996532235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=2959568975996532235&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/2959568975996532235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/2959568975996532235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2011/02/3rd-day-in-on-our-sturgis-trip.html' title='3rd day in on our Sturgis trip......'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-4851609081826436220</id><published>2011-02-03T08:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T09:44:48.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sturgis Day 2.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WE all did a lot this summer so I am trying to remember all of it and actually think of things to blog about. It has been a while since I have blogged so I am a bit rusty with it. Since I told of our first day's adventures of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sturgis&lt;/span&gt; trip thought I would continue on with the next day. Our second day we decided to head into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sturgis&lt;/span&gt;. The HEAT in S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;turgis&lt;/span&gt; kills me every year... I don't handle being that hot well at all. I am quite the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; bitch when I am hot. We always seem to end up at the Knuckle when we first get into town and same this year meeting up with our boys Julian, John John, &amp;amp; Albert and kick back listen to the band and try to stay a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; cool. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Briget&lt;/span&gt; and Charlie showed up a little bit after we arrived so we all listened to the band and had some drinks well I didn't have drinks I had WATER. I am HOT and hungover not a good combo I might add. The best part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sturgis&lt;/span&gt; besides seeing all the great bikes is people watching. I think that is one of the best parts. Seeing women that have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; clothes on that are like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;damnnnn&lt;/span&gt; I want to look like that or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;damnnnn&lt;/span&gt; put some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; clothes on I value the vision I do have! I have some pretty good pics I will download to show. The most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;rememberable&lt;/span&gt; person I think I saw this year was this HUGE man with a buffalo helmet on! Damn he was tall and I know everyone appears tall to me but he was believe me, Kelly went over to have her picture taken with him and she came up to his belt buckle. I think she might of mentioned to him her height to him was ideal if u know what I mean, but he probably didn't understand her cause I think he was from Germany. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. So after hanging out at the knuckle for a bit we started venturing down one of the main streets looking at the same ole same ole shit they have every year and I am sweltering by now and all I want to do is go to the Jack Daniels tent. I buy a Jack Daniels shirt every year and I know they have frozen Jack drinks that will cool my ass off. Thank God they have the Jack Daniels tour it is air conditioned so even though I don't give a shit about the history of Jack Daniels whiskey I am game for the tour so I can be in blissful air conditioning. If I could of I would of spent the rest of the day in there. But hey seeing a life size sculpture of Jack Daniels I must say I am happy to tell you I am taller then he was! He was little! After touring that we headed over to the tent with all the bikes competing in the contest there were some impressive ones this year and of course the ones my eye likes are the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;gaudy&lt;/span&gt; ones &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Diamond cut chrome seems to turn me on! Then us girls headed to eat and the guys headed to One Eyed Jacks to watch the women dance on the poles. After we ate we headed to One Eyed Jacks and I got to watch a 20 something hit on my husband &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, he was loving that! The only time she peeled her eye away from him is when DD &amp;amp; Kelly had her do a body shot for John John's birthday. She put a shot of Jack on her belly button and then put whip cream around that and a cherry in her mouth. So John loved his birthday shot but I knew the whipped cream had to taste like hell with Jack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ewwww&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Next year I will get Tim one he seemed very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;enthralled&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; young thing. As I was sitting at the bar one of the dancers came up to me. Now you all know my hair is black and pretty much white, so this girl says to me so is your hair color natural. I looked at her and I know she read my mind I was thinking are you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; serious? I wanted to say ya it is. My mother mated with a skunk! But I was a good girl and said no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hun&lt;/span&gt; I have it done this way. I guess her brains were all in her fine tits and ass! After several hours of the heat and watching pole dancing we headed back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Sundance&lt;/span&gt;. Once we got back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Sundance&lt;/span&gt; I finally cooled off and got my second wind. Time to party! Too bad Tim didn't have his second wind at the same time I did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. So played all our songs on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;juke&lt;/span&gt; box once again and I danced my ass off and had some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; bitch come start it with me. She says in my ear you think you can dance prove it! I said ya bitch I can dance (well I think I can drunk) let's go! So DD helped me on the bar and I shoke what the hell I have and got some money shoved down my pants and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; bitch got down! SO ya I think I can dance the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; TWAT! After that I am totally drunk again excuse the hiccup &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; so Timothy said we are going :(. So my night ended fairly early but DD and Kelly stayed and had some more fun! The next morning when I woke up I asked Tim why there is dollar bills in our bed he said oh that was from your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; pants! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Sooooo&lt;/span&gt; sometimes my love doesn't quite see the humour in my behaviour! OH Well what can you do! I think his new rule for me is YOU MUST EAT when you drink so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; much! So next year I will try to remember that rule. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't life be a bore if I actually followed rules? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; peeps love all around! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-4851609081826436220?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4851609081826436220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=4851609081826436220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/4851609081826436220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/4851609081826436220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2011/02/sturgis-day-2.html' title='Sturgis Day 2.....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-2498820955270609749</id><published>2011-02-02T10:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T11:15:30.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pants on the ground.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmmmm where to begin.  Sturgis this year was a ball!  I know when isn't it right?  This year we left on Wednesday morning going down with DD and Kelly.  The day was beautiful and perfect, remarkable weather.  Right when we got there I had to go directly to work my beer tent.  Go figure I didn't eat and oh hell yes I started drinking.  So ya think I might of done some crazy things?  Ya you would be right.  So lets see how well I remember events of that evening, this will be a chore lol I was smashed.  The party always moves into the bar after the burn out and the wet t-shirt contest is done and the crowds clear to where there is just a nice size party crowd.  So DD, Kelly, Burgandy, John, Tim and I are all together partying in the bar and playing all our favorite songs on the juke box like we always do, and of course I think I am a dancing queen dancing all over the bar enjoying the hell outta myself lol.  At one point I sit on the bar and I don't remember why I am sitting on the bar. At this point not even sure if I danced on the bar!   Ralph a biker buddy of ours walks up unzips my top and sucks right in between my girls.  Of course I am drunk laughin my ass off and Tim says hey you two that is enough so then Ralph picks me up so I am straddling him and starts dancing around with me and at one point he throws me back so I am hanging upside down on him.  Ya colorful right save a horse ride a biker? So after a while of me riding Ralph he swings me back up right and I wander over to find DD &amp;amp; Kelly and now here is what I was told I said to Kelly.... LOL   Now remember I was just upside down dancing or broncoing around the bar with Ralph and at one point I did have my hair pinned up nicely.  I get to my Kelly and say "Do I look good?"  Now imagine that being said with a nice slow drunkin slur.  Of course Kelly being honest said "ummm no, no u don't come here!"  Guess I looked pretty scary haha!  So she fixes me up and we all proceed to drink and probably me more then the rest.  Next thing I remember we are outside sitting on the bench in front of the bar and Kelly is trying to take a romantic picture of John and Joni.  The sky is beautiful and they are really into this kiss well the first 3 times maybe they were cause each time Kelly went to take the picture I happen to jump in on the side with my drunkin smile.  :)  After about the 4th time of her trying to get this oh so romantic pic I think I actually stopped inserting myself or maybe someone had to sit on me lol.  Kelly will have to send me the pic so you can all get a good laugh at it.  Sometimes I am quite priceless.  I know this story is sooooo bits n pieces, remember I am the girl who didn't eat and drank my fill and have to remember and write this shit!  However, the next thing I remember is having to go to the bathroom and so I call the girls to all go too, I need back up when this drunk you know.  As I walked in the front door my silver tip on my boot got hooked on the door and some guy caught me and helped me up at the same time pouring his drink down the back of my pants which went straight down to my crotch!  Ya lovely felt like I pissed my pants but instead of it being a warm feeling it was cold!  So at this point we go to the bathroom and I tell them time to go change for me I don't want anyone thinking I pissed myself.  Unknown to me this was my walk to the hotel room to stay and no one was letting me return!  I guess on my walk of shame to the hotel room I stopped and told a guy off almost getting Tim in a fight and then fell in the alley hitting my knee hard and after recovering from that I guess I decided I wanted my wet pants off in the middle of the street.  Now I am telling all of you this by stories I heard because frankly my drunkin ass doesn't remember it clearly.  DD sternly told me to put my pants back on and keep em on till we got to my room, did I mind?  Apparently not I guess I let them drop to the ground shortly before getting to the hotel room and the girls sang "pants on the ground pants on the ground" and yes a lovely picture is somewhere out there to back up my retardness.  Now the rest I really don't remember so forgive me with facts!  I changed and came back out thinking they would take me to the bar but noooooo that was a no go so I proceeded to sit on someones motorcycle and no don't remember even who's! I was sitting bitch behind Burgandy and proceeded to do a great ole titty show for pictures.  Those pictures will be black mail to me for the rest of my life, maybe I won't mind them when I am 80 but right now I am like HOLY HELL!  More interesting then my nudity is the way my eyes go very sleepy and glazed over when I am that hammered.  So I guess this night I was the entertainment!  Hey Tim still got laid so all was good!  Think I heard Dorie was knockin on my door trying to interrupt that one!  Like I said never count on a lush to remember all the facts to this story!  Next morning I had bruises like you won't even imagine so thank goodness my gf's stayed sober enough to give me a story for each bruise!  Sooooo if any of you ever thought you were the only one that has done stupid things while drunk remember me!  Love all around!  ;) and hey it feels good being back!  Rock on.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-2498820955270609749?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2498820955270609749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=2498820955270609749&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/2498820955270609749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/2498820955270609749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2011/02/pants-on-ground.html' title='Pants on the ground.....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-4142831317748287166</id><published>2011-02-01T09:24:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T10:35:25.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TUhEN_NujXI/AAAAAAAABag/v67lrGTYx9I/s1600/bitch01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568775946341617010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TUhEN_NujXI/AAAAAAAABag/v67lrGTYx9I/s200/bitch01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know it seems as far as the blog goes I just dropped off the face of the earth and I suppose in some ways I had. 2010 had some low times and some fun times. I must say I am glad to wish that year farewell and welcome 2011 in and am going to try to make this a great one. Seems as you get older it gets harder to make sense of some things that happen in life or maybe it was when I was younger I simply just didn't notice and care as much. As they say heal the past, live the present and dream the future. Seems like a perfect motto to start the year out. I guess I will certainly have lots of things to blog about we did have one hell of a summer. So each day I will try to remember the great times we had an blog my ass off about em. So I need help from all of my friends, remind me of the times that were your favorites and lets start from there. I must say as I type I realize how truly I have missed doing this. Last night I realized it is time to start living again and doing all the things I love again! So here I am so send me your favorite 2010 time and let's get to blogging! Smooches to all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-4142831317748287166?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4142831317748287166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=4142831317748287166&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/4142831317748287166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/4142831317748287166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back.......'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TUhEN_NujXI/AAAAAAAABag/v67lrGTYx9I/s72-c/bitch01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-506301093340280814</id><published>2010-03-23T06:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T18:55:46.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday DD!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy Birthday to you.... Happy Birthday to you..... Happy Birthday dear DD, happy birthday to you!!!!! I love you, girlfriend! I hope your birthday is as special as you are to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saturday was a great time! We all met for drinks at the Moonlight before going to The Eli Manor Band/ Chris Duarte concert at Gigz. After the concert we all headed back to the Moonlight where we all proceeded to get trashed. LOL I know you might be thinking we do this a lot but in actuality not all of us do it at the same time. We all ended up trashed I know for Tim and I we spend all day Sunday in bed. OMG was I still so drunk when I woke up! We did make it to breakfast out, only to find our way back home and go back to bed. I don't know my new infatuation with Patron is, but I am thinking I need to lay off that stuff! LOL I didn't know where the hell my clothes were when I woke up. Funny thing is I guess I put them in the hamper, go figure I was a responsible drunk! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know I haven't been real good at writing a blog, winter blues have consumed me to the point I haven't felt very creative about writing. Also as you all know my parents divorced after 41 years and it has thrown my life in a bit of disorder. I felt a little disoriented by it all so I promise when the weather starts looking up I will get back to my usual routines and be more myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love all around! smooches :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-506301093340280814?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/506301093340280814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=506301093340280814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/506301093340280814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/506301093340280814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-bisrthday-dd.html' title='Happy Birthday DD!!!!!'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-1887207585936128771</id><published>2010-02-15T18:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:06:01.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22 Years!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saturday was our 22nd anniversary. We got up had to have Angus to the vet and then Macie and Angus had to be to the groomers. So Tim I decided to go to breakfast at Eggingtons. Then our plan was to go dinner at the Olive Garden at around 4 pm. We thought if we wen't early there wouldn't be a problem getting in. Well boy were we wrong! Shit everyone in town was there and I was not willing to wait an hour and a 1/2, so I thought we will just go to Armours where we do every year. We love sitting in the lounge and they don't take reservations so we headed out there and discovered they don't open until 5 so we decided to go down to Paradise liquors to have a drink until they opened. We arrived back at Armours by 5:01pm and we found out the whole resteraunt was by reservation only and they had one walk in open and they walked in moments before we did. So we thought wow always went out on our anniversary and never had a problem but maybe everyone is going out a day early for Valentines day. Tim and I thought let's go to the Outback it is still fairly early we could try to eat in the bar. We get there and holy shit is that place ever packed, I think everyone in Casper all they do is fuckin eat! So we said screw this and went to Chatters for a hamburger they have the best in town and I was starving! So after our burger we headed to the Moony for Maria's surprise birthday party. Tim and I were ready to go home at nine when no one was showing up and we were getting bored and tired. Then Susie &amp;amp; Gerald walked in and shortly behind Maria finally showed up for her 8pm surprise birthday party! Poor girl shouldn't of got so drunk the night before. She even puked in her car! OH MY! So Tim and I thought we will stay for one and head out we were both getting tired, well that was funny cause we ended up staying until closing time and having a complete ball. I need to download pics! I have tons on my new camera. When we were heading home I realized Tim and had not danced to our wedding song. So when we got home I found Stand By Me from Micky Gilly, I like Urban Cowboy style the best!, opened my car doors and danced with my man! That was the most romantic thing to me. You could feel the strength of who we are dancing by my car lights. Then as we layed in bed I told him my present to you was the dance and then giving him one of my ear buds to my i pod as I had the other and I played each one of our favorite songs we share as a couple until we feel asleep. So that was a wonderful anniversary to me I dont need roses or flowers just him. Sunday we made reservations for dinner at Poor Boys and took Randi since Brookie said "Mom it is Valentines day sheesh I have plans!". We had an awesome early dinner and spent the rest of the evening watching the olympics. I hope everyone had a wonderful Valentines day! Excuse any typos or grammer errors in these posts I didn't have time to go back and reread! Damn life is busy! Love all around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is easy when you love the right one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-1887207585936128771?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1887207585936128771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=1887207585936128771&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/1887207585936128771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/1887207585936128771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2010/02/22-years.html' title='22 Years!!!!'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-823644959004170893</id><published>2010-02-15T17:34:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T19:39:21.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fun......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friday night was Maria's 27&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday and sounded good enough reason to go to the bar. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; like I needed a reason. Theresa, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Seany&lt;/span&gt; P, DD, Kelly, Dorie and Sherry and her gang met us down there and even &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Launa&lt;/span&gt; showed up later in the evening. I didn't want to stay out too late because Saturday was our 22&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Wedding Anniversary and we wanted to go out a bit for that as well. Friday night was a complete ball. We had pranks, laughter and a wee bit of nudity. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; the nudity wasn't me this time! It was are own &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Seany&lt;/span&gt; P showing the Moon well his moon! We all had a bit of fun with the salt I love to poor it on Theresa's chair because once the red beers flow she is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; fun to fuck with. So I poured salt on her chair and the Princess's chair. When Dorie discovered the salt on her chair right away Theresa was telling her story how she was so stupid she could never figure out why when she put lotion on she was so salty! DD, Kelly and I were laughing so hard my stomach muscles still hurt from the laughter. Kelly took that as an opportunity to ask to borrow the lotion from Theresa. Theresa passes it along and we are still laughing as Theresa begins to put on the lotion and once more telling us how stupid she was the time she didn't notice the salt!  The whole time I am throwing salt on to her hands and her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; and she still has no clue. Later in the evening we couldn't stand not to tell her when she was again saying  how stupid she was and Kelly says yes Theresa you are stupid and told her how I once again had done that to her. Theresa you make me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt; and boy did you make me enjoy playing the pranks. In the meantime I realize Dorie has poured shit load of salt in my hood of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; and I proceed to dump it out. I hide the salt in her purse and the pepper in her coat pocket and when she was ready to leave she found both it is hard to play a trick on the girl that doesn't drink very much &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. So later after she left I found that she had put the whole salt shaker in my hood of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; so we thought &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmmmmm&lt;/span&gt; let's mess with the drunk birthday girl! I went up to Maria and fixed her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; putting the salt shaker inside of it. Then Theresa went up to her and put a empty cup, some trash, couple drink swords, and then DD topped it off with an empty beer bottle. It probably took Maria at least a half hour to say something is weighing me down and we all watched her pull everything out of her hood saying to herself I wonder where this all came from she didn't even see us laughing our ass's off. Besides all the pranks and laughs we were having my husband was getting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; drunk he was being just well horrible. Mister hands &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;geez&lt;/span&gt; DD finally started grabbing him all over just to show him what is was like. My husband is just naughty sometimes! We went home home about 11pm. It was good seeing all my friends and have some laughs! Love you peeps. Love all around! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-823644959004170893?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/823644959004170893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=823644959004170893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/823644959004170893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/823644959004170893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2010/02/friday-fun.html' title='Friday Fun......'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-5772197370516499123</id><published>2010-02-06T17:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T17:34:00.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Well the week went by pretty fast. Wednesday we went to have dinner at the Moonlight, lol funny thing is we never ate dinner. We did have a good time sang a few karoake songs with Susie and got home at about 12:30 am. Soooooo yes I was very tired on Thursday. Friday night Tim had Gerald do a tattoo for him while me and Susie and Kim had some drinks. Dorie showed up later on and had a couple with us too.  Theresa and I settled our differences and we ended up having a great time.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;OOOOOps thought I posted this but it got saved instead :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-5772197370516499123?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5772197370516499123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=5772197370516499123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/5772197370516499123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/5772197370516499123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-weekend.html' title='Happy Weekend!'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-1756464134768303718</id><published>2010-02-02T19:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T20:27:25.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadwood!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi all.  Had a great weekend!  How was all of your weekends?  We were asked to go to Deadwood with Ryan, Amy, Kim, Pam, &amp;amp; Mike.  Ryan and Amy tied the knot on Friday and then we all headed for Deadwood!  I got on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; on Thursday and found us a room at the Golden Country Inn for $35.00 a night!  Holy shit that is cheap and nice rooms and good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;!  So Friday we got to Deadwood about 6:30 got checked in our room and went to Mustang Sally's and had a burger.  Pam started on the slots right away and won right away!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Woooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hooooo&lt;/span&gt; Pam!  Then we headed over to have our oyster shooters.  I love these.  I never thought I could do them but once you do you are hooked.  They are damn good.  We all had one and Amy just starred at hers trying to convince herself she could do it.  She told us all she doesn't swallow she spits.  I told her an oyster is nothing like swallowing that! She finally did that and made a awful face and told me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ughhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt; that was an experience and one she will NEVER repeat!  After doing shooters for a while we met up with Julie and her boyfriend Mark and Antonio and then decided to go listen to the band at the Saloon 10.  That place was PACKED so after we had a drink we took Julie's advice and went to the Nugget and listened to the 80's band!   We danced to songs from AC/DC, Village People, Prince and much more!  They rocked and about 1 am we decided we better get on the trolley we had to take to our motel room.  So Kim, Tim, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Antonio&lt;/span&gt; and I headed to Mustang Sally's to wait for our 1:15 am trolley.  Tim and Antonio downed hot dogs and more beer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; like they needed more beer. Holy shit were they both drunk! Antonio kept saying I have my vehicle let me drive you to the hotel and then he would hiccup.  I was like ya wow your not drunk at all! Hiccups are a good sign of being drunk to me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!  Antonio had to leave the next morning before 7 am to make a pool tournament, and he still hadn't got a room.  Kim and I called and they had a room available where we were all at and right before the trolley showed up Antonio bought a 12 pack of beer.  I told Tim, you are not drinking anymore we are going to bed!  We have all day tomorrow and tomorrow night for more fun!  So when the trolley dropped us off I drug Tim to the room and wished good night to Antonio and Kim.  Kim said Antonio and her stayed up until 4 am drinking more and she finally kicked him out to get a room and let her get some sleep!  Tim and I got up about 8 am and to our surprise we had NO hot water &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt; I woke up good after that!  We went and ate breakfast and then road the trolley into town and thought we would meet up with everyone else when they all decided to get up and moving.  So we hit the slots to win the Cadillac, the motorcycle, big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bertha&lt;/span&gt;, and then off to my famous penny slot I always win on.  We won here and there but spent it all back having a grand ole time.  We then got hungry for lunch and met every one over at the Oyster Bay bar for lunch and more oyster shots.  Damn do I love those.  Then we all decided to gamble a bit more and Tim and I once walking down the street decided we would go rest for a while for the evening we were going to have at the Saloon 10.  So we were smart and headed to the room for a while and what was suppose to be a nap.  Nap ya when your married to my husband and your in a hotel room no kids or pets last thing on his mind was a nap!  Oh and Oysters aren't the an aphrodesiac? Well we did rest a wee amount and then headed back in town via trolley and got our table at the Saloon 10.  We had to get there early because this is the party spot!  We got a table right up front and the rest of the crew wandered in as the band was beginning!  Boy did this band &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; ROCK!  They played AC/DC to Poison to Nirvana!  We danced our ass's off and I even saw Kim get out there once with Mike and dance.  Amy  told us earlier that day she was going to get smashed and boy did she ever!  She danced with me and we had a complete ball.  Tim told me she sucked down six of the those Crown and 7's like water even Ryan leaned over and said whoa!  The band loved us and would yell out our names before some songs! Julie showed the lead singer and the drummer her tits.  Amy and I just showed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; and our table ours.  Something about women drunk the titties come out at times.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  It is all in fun!  Life is good!  The band when done playing came over to us and told us we were fun and Julie propositioned him.  Haha drunk women!  We all closed down the bar and headed to our trolleys and taxi's.  Of course Tim had to have a hot dog and we decided to not wait for our trolley for 26 more minutes so Tim, Kim, Julie and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;drunken&lt;/span&gt; walked back to our hotel.  Funny how we weren't even cold even though it was freezing in South Dakota.  Something good about their cold though there is NO wind like here.  So we all got back to the rooms and Tim and I went to bed and Kim had bought a six pack of beer so we knew her and Julie wouldn't be going to bed.  I slept so good that night until like 6 am when those dumb ass girls woke me up by calling my room wanting my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;flippen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cigarettes&lt;/span&gt;!  I could of killed them they are so lucky I love them both!  So we finally got back to sleep and got up around eight.  Yes this time we had hot water thank goodness!  But how could I bitch for a 35.00 rate!  We had a great breakfast and headed home.  I slept all the way home!  I had way too much fun!  So we are home now and work has been you know work and I can hardly wait for our next Deadwood trip!  Who's all in??????  I know a cheap place to stay!  Love all around!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-1756464134768303718?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1756464134768303718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=1756464134768303718&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/1756464134768303718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/1756464134768303718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2010/02/deadwood.html' title='Deadwood!'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-5293654599714270955</id><published>2010-01-20T08:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T08:41:31.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What can be said......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not sure if that comment about you don't want to be your kids best friend you are their mother was meant for me, but yes I am my kids best friend and they are not afraid to confide in me and I'm not afraid or ashamed to talk to them. Randi knew about you in the contest from Brooke not me. Theresa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't like handling things this way but it seems to be the direction this is going.  My blog is my diary of my thoughts, my dreams, and my fun or disappointment  and so I guess I will use this outlet to say what I need to say. Just to clear something up this comment was not directed to you.  This blog was written before me finding out the events of Saturday night. I was stating that because that is they way I am.  When they were wanting to discuss the events of what I had done, I just said to them yes this is why you don't drink too much because you do stupid things as your mother did!  I would never tell anyone else how to parent ever it is not my place.  I now realize Brooke told Randi of my behavior and I also take full &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; for my actions and that I now know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; never safe from your kids finding out what you do.  I might not however ever tell someone how to parent but with that being said I would never cross a line and disrespect the rules, wishes or beliefs of another parent.  I am saying my comment was not directed at anyone just stating the events and how I am with my children.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If a comment on face book was directed at me well then this is how I feel about that....   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hypocrite&lt;/span&gt; is a person that says one thing and does another.  I am a 40 year old woman that drinks that does not let my 16 &amp;amp; 17 year old drink.  If you feel that makes me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hypocrite&lt;/span&gt; then I guess I am. But I feel that is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;delusional&lt;/span&gt; way of looking at the meaning of that word.  And as for people in glass houses should not cast stones.  Well the way I see that is I am the woman standing in the shattered glass house that the stone was cast at.  I am hurt beyond measurement.  I feel all people fuck up in life but how you handle it by your actions, words, behavior and how you take responsibility for what you have done is key.  If I fuck up with a friend that I love I would be at their door telling them I fucked up, I hope they could find a way in their heart to forgive me and take full responsibility for what I had done.  I know we are all human and it is hard not to cast a finger at another.  I am not a perfect person.  I am hurt yes, but what is worse is my daughter is so hurt she can't even smile and she is feeling guilt for something a child should not feel guilt over.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What has happened has happened.  We can not turn back what is done.  I do not cast judgment on anyone but I can clearly feel the way I do and that feeling at this point in time is......  My trust has been broken, and my heart is broken.  Nothing more nothing less.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-5293654599714270955?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5293654599714270955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=5293654599714270955&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/5293654599714270955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/5293654599714270955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-can-be-said.html' title='What can be said......'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-3964990145926817947</id><published>2010-01-16T11:48:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T13:24:08.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Say NO.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi everyone!  Well time to catch up again....  I always think I will have to blog and seldom do!  I am sorry!  Well last Saturday was the biker ball.  I look forward to this event every year.  We go and buy our tickets in early September in Kaycee.  They only sell 500 tickets so we have to leave about 7 am and stand in line until 12 when they go on sale to insure we get our ticket.  This year when we went to Kaycee we went up with Kim and Connie.  I was of course drunk by around 11 am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!  When we got to the biker ball Tim I found a table close to the stage and were excited to find JP, Joanie, Charlie, Bridget, Connie and her man and have a awesome group of fun people at our table. The evening started mild.  I wasn't really feeling it this year and I felt tired and not really like drinking.  This should be a warning to me this will be the time I get most shit faced and well do something totally crazy!  As the evening went on after dinner, into about my 4 cocktail and well into the drawing of the tickets, someone brought up shots.  I said I am game but NO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jager&lt;/span&gt; it makes me crazy!  I have not drank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jager&lt;/span&gt; for 2 years and for good reason.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; I have I do BAD things and the next day my stomach is tore up and I have a nervous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jittery&lt;/span&gt; feeling.  I am not sure if the nervous feeling is from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jager&lt;/span&gt; or from the regret I feel for my behavior!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  So anyway Charlie came back with shots and guess what it was?????  Yep you guessed it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jager&lt;/span&gt;!  I said I am warning you ahead of time and I am only drinking one!  Well further in the night the band started up which was our friends the Eli Manor Band.  We all were pretty tuned by that time and had drank many more shots which yes I had more then that one shot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jager&lt;/span&gt;!  The one shut off my NO button by that time.  We were enjoying dancing and drinking and  by this time Kelly and DD had showed up, since they are Eli Manor Band's best groupies and well my best of friends!  We had a ball all dancing!  Then came the Contest.  Yes always has to be some form of the contest at all biker events.  You know the one?  The contest you know has to be about the titties!  This one wasn't a wet t-shirt contest this time it was a full out let's show are tits to everyone in the whole room kinda contest.  The contest was announced and I grabbed DD, Kelly, and Bridget so we could go up to the stage and watch.  I saw a few really cute girls and coaxed them up on stage and then and I am going to blame Kelly on this if I remember correctly I think she is the one the shoved my ass up there.  When she did this woman that I work with her son was up there and when I tried to exit the stage she grabbed me and then there I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; stuck!  Chris the woman I work with her son was dancing around me and pulled my top down so I thought alright what the hell I am in it to win it!  So my drunk ass took my turn at dancing around the old biker sitting on a chair and showing him my old ass tits.  I think the winner with mine is hell they aren't a bad size, secondly one is pierced that is always a turn on, thirdly my sweet ass tattoo between em and then the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; my friends I think cheered me on the hardest and loudest!   I am so smashed at this point most of the contest is a blur I just remember it was me and one other girl left and she is the one I coaxed on the stage to begin with and we were suppose to dance.  Well hell I love to dance and I can shake everything my momma gave me and miss 24 year old fake tits couldn't dance!  So next thing I knew I was on stage by myself I see her sitting on the old man's lap we had to show are tits and I think Kelly said you won!   I am still not sure just remember Tim saying get your money baby and I handed about half back to the guy for the Vets benefit.  I shoved the money in my bra and went to Kelly laughing my ass off about what the hell I just did!  I am not sure if I am just a wild ass bitch or a dumb one!  But I was proud at that point that my old ass beat the young girl out!  I wished my high about winning stayed with me to the next day but I woke up with a bit of regret, embarrassment and that nervous feeling of I am such an idiot!  Tim then tells me he thinks me and the other girl tied. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; don't ask me fuck I don't remember I just remember I had a wad of money and I remember being the only one on stage!  I thought all of it would live down and I was hoping no one I knew besides my friends I already knew were there had seen my bad behavior!  Well that came to a fast shut down as of this Saturday night!  I walked into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Moony&lt;/span&gt; and hugged Cody as I walked in the door and sat up to the bar.  Later Cody follows me down and says you know the girl I am sitting with she says she has a picture of your tits on her phone!  I was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; my worse nightmare is happening what could be worse?????  I could end up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; U-Tube!  I laughed and said and how would she have that?  And Cody said I hear you won a titty contest at the biker ball and she wasn't surprised I would do something like that!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Soooooo&lt;/span&gt; at this point I am thinking I should relax right everyone knows I am well...... crazy!  Later on in the evening I was confronted by one more woman that said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Heyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt; I still can't believe you got up there and won that thing!  Now everywhere I go I will be wondering if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt; wonder if he or she was there!  I still at this point felt very safe that my kids didn't know.  I am not one to share much with my kids I am not a type of mother that is their best friend I am their mother.  Well Randi found out through Theresa and I am thinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; that is okay Randi is old enough to know her mother is a nut.  Then Brooke says you think I don't know?  I am like know what?  She said remember my boyfriends mom was there and I said  sure I do but she went home I am safe right?   Wishful thinking her friends were still there and sent her a text and pic of me to her phone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;sooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; HOLY SHIT!!!!!  So the conclusion of this story is Michelle will never drink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Jager&lt;/span&gt; again!   Michelle will from now on keep her top on!   But..... I won't promise I will totally behave what would be the fun in that!  I am young once I will only live once so I am going to fucking live it!   But...... I do not want to be on U-Tube!!!!!!!! So anyway last night Theresa, Sean, and Paula all came out and we ended up having a blast and yes I even kept my clothes on!  At about 12 Theresa, Sean, Antonio, Gabby, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Gerimo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Stef&lt;/span&gt;, me and Tim all went to breakfast and then made it back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Moony&lt;/span&gt; for last call shots!  The bet was Antonio wouldn't be able to stay away to satisfy his wife when he got home and he bet she would fall asleep before he got a chance!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  So this morning Tim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; Antonio and he said he got naked got into bed and Gabby was fast asleep so the girls LOST!  Damn!  So here is the catch up on what I have been up to!  Yes I am still crazy and yes I still love all you peeps!  Love all around!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;If live isn't fun then you aren't living it right!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-3964990145926817947?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3964990145926817947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=3964990145926817947&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/3964990145926817947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/3964990145926817947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-say-no.html' title='Just Say NO.......'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-3588971222597592511</id><published>2010-01-02T13:16:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:55:30.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know it has been an incredibly long time since I have written.  I been on vacation for an extended amount of time and I have been sick.  I am so sick and tired of being sick and tired!   I hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; Christmas was great!  Mine was wonderful.  Tim and I went for drinks Wednesday night and enjoyed ourselves then on Christmas Eve we enjoyed family time and then went to Tim's folks for our regular Christmas Eve celebration.  We had an awesome time.  The girls got wonderful gifts from Tim's mom &amp;amp; Dad from their favorite store &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aeropostale&lt;/span&gt;.  Tim, I, his sister and her husband chipped in and bought his folk's a beautiful clock from Ayers Jewelry.  So we had a great Christmas Eve.  Christmas Day we got up and Tim and I got our huge 24 lbs Turkey and stuffing ready for the oven as we waited for my parents to come over and watch the girls  tear into their presents.  I miss those days when they were little and had us up at the crack of dawn and I knew they would be delighted with the beautiful baby doll that we had got them from Santa.  Well now days the present are a hell of a lot more expensive and they pretty much know what they are going to get.  I still have a blast with the stockings though.  I love buying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; trinkets, jewelry, candy, makeup, and anything cool and unusual I can find to put in them.    After the kids unwrapped all their gifts we always go over to Dorie's for Christmas breakfast.  I love this tradition Dorie makes the most incredible breakfast!   It is amazing and I love seeing her whole family which I consider my family too!  Having all this week off has been great I just wished I didn't have this cold in my chest is all.  But still very relaxing.  For New Years Eve it is tradition for Tim and I to stay home.  We always have stayed home we fondly call the night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;amateur&lt;/span&gt; night and we don't want to be around all the drunk idiots and the cops.  So we decided since we were both off to go down about 5:30 and have a few drinks with the girls...  The girls being my sweet DD &amp;amp; Kelly.  DD &amp;amp; Kelly were the only two in our gang that were going to be around and we thought hey what the hell they wanted to be home early too.  Well we showed up and I was tired still feeling sick and the girls were in their work clothes, and Kimmy was even there saying she was going home early too so it still looked good for the original plan.  What happened I still don't know I will blame it on the jello shots!  But I ended up having a fucking blast and ringing in the New Year with the absolute greatest people and even with Theresa who had back surgery that day!  She called me right after Midnight to my surprise so this New Year was a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;memorable&lt;/span&gt; one for sure!  We sat at a table with Kim, Amy, Ryan a group of their friends, DD, Kelly, Ti, Marcus, Pat, the Channel 13 weather guy his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt;, Kenny and his wife and a cardboard cut out of our friend Missy!  DD, Ti, Emma, Tressa &amp;amp; I danced our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fricken&lt;/span&gt; ass's off.  So much so the next day I thought I was gonna die from the muscle and hip and knee and ankle aches! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Holygeezbananas&lt;/span&gt; am I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; old or what!!!!!   Damn!  DD made me laugh my ass off I love when she gets that crazy ass kinda drunk she is the absolute life of a party and just makes me crazy too!  We feed off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;eachother&lt;/span&gt; so well that is could be trouble!  She was wearing her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;elmer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;fud&lt;/span&gt; winter hat and her scarf dancing around the dance floor getting everyone fired up.  Everyone would come up to me and say your girl friend rocks and I would say I know why do you think I love her?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt; everyone should know by now I have the greatest friends in the world!  Yesterday I went and bought the newest addition of the Garrett family.... I bought a male &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;miniature&lt;/span&gt; Schnauzer who I fondly named Angus after my favorite band AC/DC.  He is NAUGHTY!  But cute as a button &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ohhhhhh&lt;/span&gt; I will take pictures and post them here as quickly as possible.  As we were putting up all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; decorations today that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; shit would steal things and run with them.  Gotta love that naughty puppy stage!  And not to mention how the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; shit woke me up by biting the holy hell outta me.  I was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;sheesh&lt;/span&gt; you were so sweet yesterday what in the hell happened I was thinking of changing his name to Lucifer!  Well all I love you and I miss the ones of you that I haven't seen in a while.  We need to plan a night out together real soon!  Next week Tim and I have the biker ball, cross your fingers for us to bring home a new bike!   That would be awesome!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;smooochesssss&lt;/span&gt; all!    Hope all of you have a Happy New Year and all of you are blessed with joy, love and prosperity!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-3588971222597592511?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3588971222597592511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=3588971222597592511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/3588971222597592511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/3588971222597592511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!!!!'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-1879419084202080845</id><published>2009-12-13T14:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:12:40.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Funday.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't you just love Sunday's.....  I do most of the time I don't put a stitch of make up and just do laundry and kick back.  Tim and I went out Friday for a bit.  It was just him and I but damn did we have fun!  Sometimes it is nice just to  have a date night. We got home after midnight and then made a taco bell run lol.  Man was Timothy Wayne hammered!  Next Friday is my Christmas Party for work.  I look forward to this every year!  I always have an amazing time and we always end up somewhere different each year when we leave our original place.  Last year was the first year we went to the Moony.  We had a ball for sure.  Is everyone ready for Christmas???????  Love all around!  smooches!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-1879419084202080845?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1879419084202080845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=1879419084202080845&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/1879419084202080845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/1879419084202080845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunday-funday.html' title='Sunday Funday.....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-5359705287632256731</id><published>2009-12-09T10:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T10:34:44.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump day.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello Peeps. Let's see where did I leave off. Last week Tim and I met JP for drinks at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Moony&lt;/span&gt; we haven't seen him for ever! Kim was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Taylor's&lt;/span&gt; with her new love, Todd so after a few drinks we decided to meet them over there for a few more. We had a great time watching Todd &amp;amp; Kim roll dice with a couple of their friends. They guy they were with they introduced me to was hilarious! His name was Mo. Mo and I have the same sense of humour so he made me laugh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. What was most funny about the night his girlfriend, Amy signed him up to sing Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. That Mo went up there and sang it in a high pitched voice. Damn it was so funny! So we need to invite him and his girl out next time we all get together he is a RIOT! Friday night I was dead to the world I think I feel asleep on the couch about 8 pm. Saturday Timmy and I went to lunch at On the Border man that is the place to go on the weekend. $ .99 sent Margaritas hell that is a meal in itself! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Sunday we wrapped all the Christmas presents. The tree looks great! Love Christmas.... Monday I went to class and then last night we went out to the Moon for a bit. It was Stephanie's birthday so we sat with her and I ended up doing shots with her of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tuaca&lt;/span&gt;' an Italian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;liqueur&lt;/span&gt;. That stuff was yummy and also gave me a beautiful headache today! I know my fault! Well love all around! Miss you all! smooches....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-5359705287632256731?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5359705287632256731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=5359705287632256731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/5359705287632256731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/5359705287632256731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/12/hump-day.html' title='Hump day.....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-1918658361376937314</id><published>2009-12-02T13:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:07:23.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm backkkkkkk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi Peeps. Okay catch some of you up to speed. Kelly's grandma passed away, please pray for her family, Sean had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surgery&lt;/span&gt; again yesterday, say one for him too, Theresa gets a shot in her back on Thursday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OUCHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;! So please keep all of them in your thoughts.... I have been really busy at work and I took some time off for Thanksgiving so forgive me not blogging. Wednesday before Thanksgiving I went to the Moonlight for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Karaoke&lt;/span&gt; with Theresa, Sean, Susie and Gerald and we all had a kick in the pants. I sure wish that was on a weekend! Monday night went out and snuck some drinks instead of running. I know bad girl! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt; but hell we all know that right.? We met up with Kim and the man I hand picked for her Todd! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yayyyyy&lt;/span&gt; Kimmy found a nice guy and got rid of the spider monkey, liar, druggie, cheating son of a bitch! We ended up having so much damn fun I got home close to one in the morning! So DAMN was yesterday a bit rough! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Damnnnn&lt;/span&gt; I am sure more has happened since I blogged and I know I really need to get back in the habit! My life has hit an unexpected rut and I need to get out of it. Christmas vacation should do me nice! Love you all and miss the ones of you I haven't seen in a while!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Thought for the day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I might not talk to you everyday but you are always in my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-1918658361376937314?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1918658361376937314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=1918658361376937314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/1918658361376937314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/1918658361376937314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-backkkkkkk.html' title='I&apos;m backkkkkkk!'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-2809905317676246318</id><published>2009-11-19T04:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T08:36:16.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/SwVl4-u4uiI/AAAAAAAABZc/e2Cfm-cMwNA/s1600/IMG_0770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405838957314882082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/SwVl4-u4uiI/AAAAAAAABZc/e2Cfm-cMwNA/s200/IMG_0770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Say Happy Birthday to Theresa everyone! She is Denver seeing a back doctor and Sean's doctor again. So we won't get to see her on her special day. :( Theresa I hope your birthday is awesome hun.... Sucks this weekend we have CO-ED. I dread working these dances. ughhhhh. So knowing that was coming up I went for drinks on Tuesday. Asked Tim if he wanted to go to dinner my real agenda was to get drunk! So get drunk is what I did! Was home by 9:30 but I sure know my nose was numb and was working down to the ole teeth. So that has been my excitement for the week lol! Anyone else have something good to report???? Love all around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-2809905317676246318?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2809905317676246318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=2809905317676246318&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/2809905317676246318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/2809905317676246318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday.....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/SwVl4-u4uiI/AAAAAAAABZc/e2Cfm-cMwNA/s72-c/IMG_0770.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-3852198814295536972</id><published>2009-11-16T19:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:02:19.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Monday</title><content type='html'>Hi Peeps.  Had fun at Kip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Attaway&lt;/span&gt; with you all!  He is really funny!  Sorry about the party afterwards.  Someone still isn't feeling like himself and there is no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;simpler&lt;/span&gt; way to put it but he was a big ole fun sucker!  So I took his pissy ass home.  I tried not to be pissy about it but I was!  I hate moodiness even if it from my better half.  7 Beers went down fast and he had been sick for a while and hadn't been drinking so I think he got tired fast.  So oh well, hopefully next time we can have fun.  So tell me peeps how was the pole competition?  Did anyone get wild from our group?  Hope next time we don't have any fun suckers in our group!  Love all around!  Smooches!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-3852198814295536972?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3852198814295536972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=3852198814295536972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/3852198814295536972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/3852198814295536972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday-monday.html' title='Monday Monday'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-4719824713331712462</id><published>2009-11-11T19:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T20:21:56.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday.....</title><content type='html'>Almost the weekend yayyyyy!  Theresa my darlin thank you so much my daughter had so much fun with you!  She also loved that you made her laugh so hard on the shuttle bus after the game.  "Breaker, Breaker Hot mamma on the shuttle bus headed for the hotel!"  LOL  I think that is how is goes?  She had a blast and adores all the family very much!  Too bad the Bronco's lost!  Well I guess good for Seany though his team the Steelers won!  Now Saturday is Party time remember we all need to be there around 5ish to insure our ticket and place to sit.  I am excited to see all of you and we shall have one hell of a good time!  I feel a crazy coming on! Well love all around!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-4719824713331712462?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4719824713331712462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=4719824713331712462&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/4719824713331712462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/4719824713331712462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/11/thursday.html' title='Thursday.....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-7351869305304615775</id><published>2009-11-11T08:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:44:51.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Paula!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/Svrb5zKvetI/AAAAAAAABZU/2wxv8oD2Cp0/s1600-h/2006+pictures+2+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402872489018620626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/Svrb5zKvetI/AAAAAAAABZU/2wxv8oD2Cp0/s200/2006+pictures+2+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Paula Happy Birthday to you! Hope your birthday is wonderful! Loved seeing you last week, and we all agree we miss you! Hope you can come out with us on Saturday! Loves ya gf! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-7351869305304615775?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7351869305304615775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=7351869305304615775&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/7351869305304615775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/7351869305304615775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-to-paula.html' title='Happy Birthday to Paula!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/Svrb5zKvetI/AAAAAAAABZU/2wxv8oD2Cp0/s72-c/2006+pictures+2+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-3253648352571524572</id><published>2009-11-10T20:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:30:58.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TUESDAY</title><content type='html'>Hi peeps.  Just went for drinks and dinner at the Moon!  DD &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kel&lt;/span&gt; walked in and we are stoked for Saturday night.  Everyone bring their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; party attitude cause I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bringin&lt;/span&gt; mine with camera in hand.  We are going to PARTY!  So all that are coming 5 o'clock go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sneakin&lt;/span&gt; to the Beacon we will watch Kip and then let the night take us where it may....  Timmy is feeling better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yayyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;!  Rock on!  I should let DD and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kel&lt;/span&gt; write a bit of blog so they can tell you the take on Halloween night since I had to go home.  Their stories make me smile!  So girls how about it who is gonna tell the stories?????   I want em in black and white!  I will post pics tomorrow when I find time at work from Halloween the pictures are good wished I could of stayed for the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;shabang&lt;/span&gt; but hell my love is sick I go home with him.  So Saturday night we need to party like we know we can right girls?  I am ready crazy has been subdued for much too long so I am bringing her out!  Love all around!  Everyone let me know who is in!  Hey we get Timmy drunk enough we might be seeing the titty club!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; when is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; time we tore that place up?  I think it is due time....  :)  smooches!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If the blog doesn't make since deal with it lol I had a lil to drink!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-3253648352571524572?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3253648352571524572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=3253648352571524572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/3253648352571524572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/3253648352571524572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/11/tuesday.html' title='TUESDAY'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-6258047176183874240</id><published>2009-11-08T13:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:04:08.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Monday :(</title><content type='html'>This week has been calm, even though Tim is still coughing I think he is towards the end of the sickness.  He says he is feeling much better and more like himself.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yayyyyy&lt;/span&gt;!  Thursday night all of us meet Kelly for her birthday surprise dinner at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Applebee's&lt;/span&gt;.  I think she enjoyed it and was very surprised.  When she came around the corner and saw me she was so excited to see Paula's car outside, and then was more thrilled when she realized Paula was sitting right across from me at the table.  Those perfect Margarita's sure are perfect and feel pretty perfect after three of them too!  I was glad to be part of such a sweet hearts birthday.  Friday night Tim &amp;amp; I just stayed home and were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; couch potato's.  Saturday we went to see Hangover now that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; funny!  If you haven't seen it, it is a must!  Made me laugh the entire time.  Saturday we picked up a couple new x box games and played x box until late!  Yes sometimes I am a gamer!  Love that shit.  And now today Sunday we have been playing since the minute I got up!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; So here I am taking a break from that to blog.  I am hoping to get my pictures downloaded from Halloween to share by tomorrow.  I haven't had pictures on here for a while and if I would learn how to do it maybe the wait wouldn't be so long!  My daughter Randi is in Denver with Theresa and her family so they can see the Bronco vs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Steelers&lt;/span&gt; game, she is absolutely thrilled.  I hope everyone else had an awesome weekend too.  Love all around!  Smooches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-6258047176183874240?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6258047176183874240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=6258047176183874240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/6258047176183874240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/6258047176183874240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/11/almost-monday.html' title='Almost Monday :('/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-3434502722826916967</id><published>2009-11-04T19:43:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:02:25.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUMP DAY......</title><content type='html'>Hump day has arrived.  Tim is still sick.  Poor thing even stayed home half a day today.  If he isn't better feeling by Friday I think we will take him into the doctor.  I remember how I felt when I had it I thought I was actually dying.  I still haven't started smoking again even though I smoke when I have had drinks, which amounts to maybe once a week.   So from half a pack a day to smoking some once a week I think that is progress.  I just got back from class and I often wonder how in the hell I work out the way I do and I still am not skinny.  I wish I was one of those bitch's that got to eat what the hell she wanted and weighed nothing.  I  was I guess when I was younger but I got the skinniness just didn't get to eat what I want I actually chose the route of not eating at all.  They say there is no such thing as a slow metabolism and I call bullshit on that.  Too  bad they don't legalize speed lol.  I took phentermine about 8 years ago and damn did  I stay thin.  It pumped my metabolism up and I stayed thin, it was my miracle drug.  Too bad it was probably bad for the ole heart.  Loved wearing a size 3/5 without any effort.  Well peeps, I think it is time I go to bed I am pooped!  One bad thing about blogging at home, I don't have my thought for the day readily available. So Love all around and smooches!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-3434502722826916967?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3434502722826916967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=3434502722826916967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/3434502722826916967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/3434502722826916967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/11/hump-day.html' title='HUMP DAY......'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-2029567810669451644</id><published>2009-11-03T09:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T09:13:11.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song in my head.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cuz I Can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We're gonna rock and roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ra Ra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Alright I drink more than you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I party harder than you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And my car's faster than yours too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P I N KP I M P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know ya'll missed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm so so sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Can't handle it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yeah I talk shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just deal with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My rims are 23 inch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And they're black on black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No they're not his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Diamonds all over my tees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You can try and try you can't beat me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So I'll cash my checks and place my bets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And hope I'll always win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Even if I don't I'm fucked because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I live a life of sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But it's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't give a damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't play your rules I make my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll do what I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cuz I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You know I'm rare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You stop and stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You think I care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You talk real loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But you aint saying nothing cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I could fit your whole house in my swimming pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My life's a fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That you're not smart enough to even dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My ice is making me freeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You can try and try you can't beat me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So I'll cash my checks and place my bets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And hope I'll always win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Even if I don't I'm fucked because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I live a life of sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But it's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't give a damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't play your rules I make my ownTonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll do what I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cuz I canYeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;UhBreak it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's tough times out here ya know what I'm sayin mmhmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yeah I'm super thick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;People say I'm much too chic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Come and kiss the ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You just might learn a couple things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm trying to school you dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Roof roof roof roof roof roof roof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm your worst nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bring it we can take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What are you scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So I'll cash my checks and place my bets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And hope I'll always win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Even if I don't I'm fucked because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I live a life of sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But it's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't give a damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't play your rules I make my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll do what I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cuz I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So I'll cash my checks and place my bets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And hope I'll always win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Even if I don't I'm fucked because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I live a life of sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But it's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't give a damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't play your rules I make my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll do what I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cuz I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-2029567810669451644?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2029567810669451644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=2029567810669451644&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/2029567810669451644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/2029567810669451644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-in-my-head.html' title='Song in my head.......'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-6477604613130020178</id><published>2009-11-03T08:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T09:00:50.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my lil Blue Genie!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/SvBTQileqHI/AAAAAAAABZM/L8h8GKh5qgw/s1600-h/kelndd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399907496844241010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/SvBTQileqHI/AAAAAAAABZM/L8h8GKh5qgw/s200/kelndd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday Dear Kellllllllyyyyyy, Happy Birthday to you!  &lt;/em&gt;From the moment I met you Kelly, I knew you would become one of the most special friends.  Life is better with you in it my friend.  I love you and I hope your day is as wonderful as you!  Smooches!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-6477604613130020178?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6477604613130020178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=6477604613130020178&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/6477604613130020178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/6477604613130020178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-to-my-lil-blue-genie.html' title='Happy Birthday to my lil Blue Genie!!!!'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/SvBTQileqHI/AAAAAAAABZM/L8h8GKh5qgw/s72-c/kelndd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-9151223394653230262</id><published>2009-11-02T19:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T09:01:29.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday's suck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello peeps!  Well I feel better and now Timmy is really, really sick!  So Friday night we rested and Tim had stayed home all Friday trying to kick this chest cold.  So Saturday I had been looking forward to  kind of sucked.  Tim was sweet enough to come out with me until 10. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Everyone's&lt;/span&gt; costumes where damn good and the party was as cool as I expected it to be! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; wanted to stay and enjoy it I felt so bad for Tim though.  I did enjoy the time I did get to spend though.  I will download all the pics so you can enjoy them.  Everyone looked so awesome!  Sunday we just stayed home and I did the cleaning, laundry and cooking I was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Betty&lt;/span&gt; home maker.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  Today was busier then hell at work a usual Monday and then month end to top it all off.  So here I am blogging after my exercise class!  I am becoming a night blogger.  I somehow don't think my mind is as sharp at night or as inventive.  Tomorrow is Kelly's birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yayyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;!  Then we have Birdie's on the 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  Two November babies, oh shit 3, Paula's is somewhere in there too. Paula pooh remind me when it is????  The 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hmmmmm&lt;/span&gt; need to be calling her!  Hope we can all get together again real soon I don't feel like I got the whole party experience.  I wanted to dance so bad and close the place down it has been so long!  :( Well love all around!  Smooches &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;gf's&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-9151223394653230262?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/9151223394653230262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=9151223394653230262&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/9151223394653230262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/9151223394653230262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/11/mondays-suck.html' title='Monday&apos;s suck!'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-582904211427717016</id><published>2009-10-28T19:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T09:02:04.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humpity hump day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi Peeps.  fuck I am retyping a blog I accidentally just erased!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ughhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;!  Well I have been so busy at work I am typing my blog at night and at home.  Monday and tonight I got back into my routine of water class.  I am so glad I feel good again!  Last night I went and got my nails done and then Timmy asked me to meet him for dinner at the Moon.  I had a few drinks and dinner and called it an early night.  I did break down and have a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cigs&lt;/span&gt;.  That was so fucking hard to sit there and drink and not have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cig&lt;/span&gt; I finally broke down and told Tim to go get me some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cigs&lt;/span&gt;.  I am still not smoking other then that time.  I gave Tim the pack back and I figure if I have a few when I party and that is it I am still doing much better for my health then the route I was going.  I am so excited for the weekend.  I need a good party and I miss all of you.  I haven't got my costume shopping done yet and in fact I got turned down for a request for time off on Friday.  I guess if I don't fit in costume shopping I can be the old stand by of Biker Bitch!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.  Well love all around!  smooches! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-582904211427717016?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/582904211427717016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=582904211427717016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/582904211427717016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/582904211427717016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/10/humpity-hump-day.html' title='Humpity hump day....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-5123059569258264466</id><published>2009-10-25T20:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T09:01:49.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I will Live......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi Peeps.  I think I made it.  Damn I was sick.  I had the worst chest cold.  I couldn't breathe well and then at night I could not sleep due to coughing so much.  One night I finally got so fed up I just sat on my couch in frustration and then I woke up three hours later cold but feeling better since I actually finally got to sleep some.  So NO Thirsty Thursday, and definitely didn't go out this weekend.I feel good today finally and I am hoping I actually did kick the habit of cigarettes.  I am regaining my sense of smell and I have a much more accurate sense of taste.  I am really going to try to stay done with smoking.  In this week of not smoking I can tell how much better I feel.  I have so much more energy and even though I still have the last remains of a chest cold I can breath much easier.  I know the bar scene will be hard for me but I really think I can do this.  I need too.  Yes I am worried about gaining weight but I will do my best to work out more and worry more about my health.  I watched Tim's grandpa waste away with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;emphysema&lt;/span&gt; and not be able to breathe and someone die of cancer.  I decided I don't want to die and feel the lack of breath.  So I am back and I will make every effort to get back on my blogging habits!  :)  I feel good!  It seems like it has been forever since I have! LOL!  I am so ready for Halloween!  WOOOO HOOOO!  looking forward to all partying together!  So peeps let's get this set up. We need to have our table early at the Moony it is going to be busy that night!  Love all around! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Let's party like Rock Star's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-5123059569258264466?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5123059569258264466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=5123059569258264466&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/5123059569258264466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/5123059569258264466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-i-will-live.html' title='I think I will Live......'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-938820514725812219</id><published>2009-10-21T18:25:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T09:02:24.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry peeps about no blogging I have been ill since Monday.  I felt it coming on but was hoping I would get lucky nope I got it.... Sucks too!  Friday night Tim and I decided we had no kids and since it was him and I only for pizza night we would eat our pizza and go have a couple drinks.  Well we all know how the couple drinks thing goes, well Tim, Kim and I do anyhow!  So we got home about Midnight but we had a good time.  Saturday was Dorie Ione's birthday party!  We all met at her house for a purse party, drinks, and dinner.  We had a good time doing that and especially watching her open her gifts.  Staci and Rachel are priceless. Dorie didn't have to buy one because the girls made her a dick head bag.  You can imagine who's face was pasted on all the hilarious pictures?  Hint????  A sort kinda on again off again ex.  Use your imagination girls.  Then we went to the Moon for a shot.  Staci and Rachel then passed out business cards to the men.  I need to scan these fuckers because they are so funny.  I will find time and post them here.  Doris Meanwiener business cards.  Believe me they say more colorful things then that.  Staci and Rachel even made Dorie's profile for her on her classmates.com profile, please everyone go view this thing lol this year was her 20th so that would make her the class of 1989 at Natrona County.  Too funny.  Want a good laugh please check it out. After the Moon we went to the Beacon, will Tim and I did to save a table.  All the crazy girls went to the Fireside first to have a drink.  The Beacon was packed.  We got a couple dances in, watched Dorie do a blow job, get molested by a stipper who is a boyfriend of my friend, and was out the door by 1 am!  I think Dorie had an awesome birthday!  So cheers to Doris Meanwiener!   LOL.  The rest of my week like I said has been down time for me I have been sick.  So I am hoping tomorrow I feel better.  Tim and I are taking it easy this weekend and saving up for going out Halloween!  yippppppeeeeee!  Party.  Oh OH and Kim is divorced everyone congratulate here on finally getting rid of the dirty fuckin hippy!  Yayyyyyyy!  There is a reason to party!  Love all around!  Smooches my peeps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-938820514725812219?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/938820514725812219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=938820514725812219&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/938820514725812219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/938820514725812219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/10/sick.html' title='Sick....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-7211543617963677150</id><published>2009-10-16T09:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:13:04.911-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridayyyyyyy!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well all my peeps how is everyone.  I am rested!  No thirsty Thursday :(.  This weekend is Dorie's birthday party.  Hope we all have fun!  Who is all going????  I know Birdie will be out of town.  I am looking forward to a good fun time!  Looking forward to Halloween too!  I think the Moonlight should be quite the party!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yayyyyy&lt;/span&gt;!  Man I don't know how you girls keep up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;!  I find it totally exhausting and becoming a chore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!  If I miss one day I am like HOLY HELL look at all these requests!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;!  I am thinking I would rather have real drinks, real hugs, real smiles, and play in a real casino some days!  I know I know what a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; party &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pooper&lt;/span&gt; I am!  Well Peeps, Happy Friday!!!!!!  Love you and hope to see most of you this weekend!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-7211543617963677150?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7211543617963677150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=7211543617963677150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/7211543617963677150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/7211543617963677150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/10/fridayyyyyyy.html' title='Fridayyyyyyy!!!!'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-6605401558441402792</id><published>2009-10-14T12:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:52:45.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is dedicated to two lil freaks I know!  LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Silver Chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;No more maybes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Your babys got rabies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sittin on a ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;In th middle of the andes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yeah Im a freak (of nature)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yeah Im a freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If only I could be as cool as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;As cool as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Body and soul Im a freak Im a freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Body and soul Im a freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Try to be different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Well get a differnt disease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Seems its a fashion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;To need the cold sore cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I dont really know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;How to put ona cool show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;As boring as they come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Just tell me where to goIf only I could be as cool as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-6605401558441402792?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6605401558441402792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=6605401558441402792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/6605401558441402792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/6605401558441402792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-dedicated-to-two-lil-freaks-i.html' title='This is dedicated to two lil freaks I know!  LOL'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-9201609778280326388</id><published>2009-10-14T08:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T09:06:25.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Already Hump Day????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi peeps!  Shit I have been so busy! :(  Had a pretty relaxing weekend.  Boy Winter is already here.  The only time we stepped foot out of the house this weekend was to go down to the Moon and watch the game!  That was a good game!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Woooooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hoooooo&lt;/span&gt; Broncos!  It was really nice having most of our gang together!  We had lots of laughs and a great time!  This weekend is Dorie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ione's&lt;/span&gt; Birthday so I am sure we will be finding some fun this weekend!  Alright Peeps the Moon is having a huge Halloween party I say we all dress up and let's go!  We haven't all been out and been crazy for such a long time and I know it is due time!  We all have to get on Timmy and make him dress up!  So let's do it!!!!!!!!  Let's make a plan!  :) Love all around!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Smoooooches&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I've learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon and all the less important ones just never go away. And the real pains in the ass are permanent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-9201609778280326388?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/9201609778280326388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=9201609778280326388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/9201609778280326388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/9201609778280326388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/10/already-hump-day.html' title='Already Hump Day????'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-5162775902375953180</id><published>2009-10-08T08:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T08:54:32.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirsty Thursday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well Tim said no thirsty Thursday :(.  He said he wants to trade that in for Sunday because the Bronco's have another home game.  So who all wants to meet at the Moonlight for the game?????  We have some Birthday's coming up.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Launa&lt;/span&gt; honey please remind me the date again.  Since I got a new phone I haven't put reminders on my calendar.  Shit I don't even know how to work the calendar.  Next weekend we are going out for Dorie's birthday hope to hear details from Staci soon.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zug&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zug&lt;/span&gt; wants to do something fun this weekend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt; what shall we do????  Well I woke up feeling blue and then when I realized the date I know why.  Funny how my being knows the date before I do.  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt; died on this date.  Wow it has been 27 years and I still feel the sadness.  I know she is happier but it is what it is the hole inside your heart still remains.  I hope everyone is doing well.  Let me know what is up peeps!  Love all around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Work as if it was your first day. Forgive as soon as possible. Love without boundaries. Laugh without control and never stop smiling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-5162775902375953180?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5162775902375953180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=5162775902375953180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/5162775902375953180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/5162775902375953180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/10/thirsty-thursday.html' title='Thirsty Thursday....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-3545403898565619307</id><published>2009-10-07T08:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:19:06.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit where in the hell am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shit I know no blogs for a while.  Holy Hell has work been overtaking my blogging time.  I need to make time every night when I get home to do a blog.  Last week was pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uneventful&lt;/span&gt;, went to dinner with some of the leaders of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WL&lt;/span&gt; on Thursday night.  I have had a lot of changes at work that has been keeping me busy.  Friday night we had a family night just chilled ate pizza and watched movies.  My girls are getting older and it is hard to have these times they are always on the run!  Saturday we had lunch at Chatters with DD &amp;amp; Kelly.  You can't beat the lunch out there it is so damn good!  Sunday we went and watched the football game at the Moonlight with Kimmy, DD, Kelly, and their friend Carmon.  We had an absolute ball!  Did I get intoxicated oh hell yes!  Wow shot time!  We drank a load and had tons of tickets and as far as I can tell the girl that won I have never seen in there before and I don't think she was there the whole game and I know she didn't drink as much as us!  What the Hell?  Well anyway &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yahhhhhh&lt;/span&gt; Bronco's!  Well gang the next event coming up real soon is Dorie's birthday.  Staci should be telling me all the plans soon.  I hope that we can get the whole gang together and have fun.  I miss having us all together!  I have been thinking we should do something Halloween.  Now keep in mind I haven't talked Timothy Wayne into yet.  What do you all think?  Well love all around!  smooches and hugs!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;All work and no play makes Michelle a dull girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-3545403898565619307?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3545403898565619307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=3545403898565619307&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/3545403898565619307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/3545403898565619307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/10/shit-where-in-hell-am-i.html' title='Shit where in the hell am I?'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-2071599306922062932</id><published>2009-09-29T09:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T09:34:11.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY BUSY BUSY.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry all I have been so busy......   Had a good weekend Tim and I got all the riding we could possibly squeeze in because the weather is going down hill.  Thursday we went on our last poker run for a while.  We did a charity run it was a really good time.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brookie&lt;/span&gt; finally after the third time passed her driving test so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wooooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hooooo&lt;/span&gt; I have both my girls driving now.  Helps a lot with my busy schedule.  Work has been crazy.  I am off this afternoon to be in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;commercial&lt;/span&gt;.  Too be honest I am not overly thrilled but am very flattered that I was asked.  I will be in a commercial for a beauty salon that Susie works for.  Susie got a new job at a beautiful salon because of my hair.  Can't beat that!  I wished I had more time to blog today but I will try to make it up tomorrow.  Love all around!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-2071599306922062932?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2071599306922062932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=2071599306922062932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/2071599306922062932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/2071599306922062932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/09/busy-busy-busy.html' title='BUSY BUSY BUSY.....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-7865902662371249268</id><published>2009-09-22T10:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T10:49:38.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail Angel....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First off today my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brookie&lt;/span&gt; turned 16!  She is very upset she didn't pass her driving test.  So she has to retake it tomorrow.  So that started her day off bad.  So hopefully she gets over that and has a better day.  Well Thursday we had a great ride and ended up at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TJ's&lt;/span&gt; for dinner.  The service was slow but the food was good.  But I will never trust them with a tab again.  We got charged for double the amount of drinks we actually ordered.  We paid the ticket and I will never be back again!  Friday night we went on a poker run.  I ended up winning high dice and Tim the low dice.  So that was fun.  Saturday the weather was totally awesome!  Tim and I rode most of the day and went by and saw Sean.  Sean is doing awesome he always has such a positive out look on life!  Sunday we went to watch the game at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Moony&lt;/span&gt;.  During the game you get a ticket for each drink you buy to win a trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas so yes..... I got drunk.  And No...... didn't win the trip.  So when we got all the hell Kim and I ran out and made Hail angels.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; shit I was soaked!  The next day I picked my jeans off the floor and they were still soaking wet.  But hell we had fun!  Well work is killing me so I better get back to it!  Love all around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I've learned that I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-7865902662371249268?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7865902662371249268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=7865902662371249268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/7865902662371249268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/7865902662371249268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/09/hail-angel.html' title='Hail Angel....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-138595580485280160</id><published>2009-09-17T08:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:39:10.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder Thursday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good Morning Peeps. Will Sean is still in the hospital he had a lot more bleeding then they thought so please keep him in your prayers. He will be coming home on Friday. Tonight we finally get to ride again! The last two weeks we haven't gone because they haven't had them so I am really looking forward to tonight! Next Thursday is a poker run on our ride and then we are meeting out at Gigs hopefully some of you would like to meet us out there for music food and fun! Last night I was watching the Jay Leno show and I saw something really funny it reminded me of something DD &amp;amp; Kelly would do. It is called ghosting. These two guys would take turns ghosting someone and the other would time him until he got caught. What is ghosting? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; it is when you walk behind someone as close as possible using their same stride and mannerisms. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; hilarious. I could so see us getting drunk and doing that shit! I will see if later if maybe they have a clip of these to guys to put on my blog. Well peeps not much to write about today so I guess back to work with my ass! Love all around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I believe in angels, the kind that heaven sends. I'm surrounded by angels, but I call them my friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-138595580485280160?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/138595580485280160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=138595580485280160&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/138595580485280160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/138595580485280160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/09/thunder-thursday.html' title='Thunder Thursday!'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-7242225488647573096</id><published>2009-09-15T09:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T09:28:11.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/Sq-ybkboD_I/AAAAAAAABZE/1rnrV4Yv2Y4/s1600-h/roundupdd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381716266436792306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/Sq-ybkboD_I/AAAAAAAABZE/1rnrV4Yv2Y4/s200/roundupdd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;hey DD need a ride outta the bar!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good Morning. Well I had a great weekend! Let's see.... Friday night I got a text from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blue Genie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "want to have a drink?". Well hell ya you don't have to ask me twice! So we went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Moony&lt;/span&gt;. As I was waiting for the girls to arrive, Bradley asked me over and asked me who did my hair. I told him Susie. He was like well call her now she is hired at my salon. I was like really just off my hair? Wow amazing. So my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; miss Susie Q got a job at a premier salon based off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt; job she does on my hair! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Woooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hooooo&lt;/span&gt; can't beat that shit. He said he wanted edgy in his salon and well as you all know I don't quite wear my hair like a normal woman! So that was a good start to the night. Then the girls arrived and we all had some drinks threw some darts and even had a road trip. Road Trip? Well..... my friend an ex stripper was having drinks with us when her son called and she had locked him out of the house. So we decided to go with her to check out her stripper pole in her living room. Now this girl knows pole tricks and hell I am game I want to learn. Boy that shit looks a hell of a lot easier then it is! Damn it takes some strength to do that shit! So after playing with that for a very short time, we went home my Timothy Wayne was hammered! Saturday I went to have my hair done and Tim &amp;amp; Kim went to the Moon to watch the WY game. I came down after I was done. So we ended up having a good afternoon down there. It was nice visiting with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Launa&lt;/span&gt; her last time I would see her behind the bar at my favorite bar. I am very sad that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Launa&lt;/span&gt; is leaving even though I understand her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;reasoning's&lt;/span&gt;. The Moonlight will never be the same when I walk in on a Thursday night. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Launa&lt;/span&gt; you will be so truly missed! Sunday I got my nails done and took it easy. Shit the last few weekends we have been partying and being wild and I was just plain worn out! Even party girls need some down time! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; So that was my weekend in a whole. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Seany&lt;/span&gt; is having surgery on Wednesday so please everyone keep him in your thoughts and close to your heart. I hope all of you are doing well and had a good weekend. We need to get a weekend together and have a plan so we can have all of us together at once. I miss those times..... Like Hey Paula, where in the hell have you been???? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt; girl stop traveling and come out with us! We miss you! Love all around! smooches!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought for the day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've learned that it is not what you wear; it is how you take it off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/9148229131838769866-7242225488647573096?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7242225488647573096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=7242225488647573096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/7242225488647573096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/7242225488647573096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/09/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday.....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/Sq-ybkboD_I/AAAAAAAABZE/1rnrV4Yv2Y4/s72-c/roundupdd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-5986181368334251324</id><published>2009-09-11T08:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T10:32:13.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The ORBS did it.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; Birdie last night and she said "Hey I asked DD if you guys partied at the bar with the orbs?". I don't recall if I told the story about the orbs or not so hell here it is.... Last time we were at Saloon 10 was my Birthday. Birdie and I were looking for a table for all of us to sit when we were standing by a table with one man who happened to ask Birdie to dance. When they came back he let us join his table. At first the guy was really nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; we will get back on that. So anyway Birdie is getting ready to take a pic and DD and I are smoking the smoke was billowing up between us right in front of Theresa's lens. She snaps the shot of our new found friend, Tim and Sean and then looks at it. She turns a shade of pale and says "I am not taking anymore pictures!". I said "why?". She tells me to look there are orbs all over in the photo and then tells me see there are ghosts in here! We tried to tell her that was smoke from our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cigarette's&lt;/span&gt; but I am not sure still if she buys that. So I told her that she is probably right about the orbs because they were butt dialing on Tim's phone! So now we have a explanation to how Tim's phone got unlocked and then dialed DD, it was the orbs! Back to our new found friend now. At first he was nice telling us he was married met his 3rd wife I think in that very bar and seemed he was a gentleman that is until he found it was my birthday and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;proceeded&lt;/span&gt; to stick his tongue in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; ear and lick all over my outside of my ear. I think it took two napkins to clean up that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ewwwwy&lt;/span&gt; mess! So after that I went into bitch mode and just ignored the fucker. Anyone that knows me knows I don't like to be fucking touched or for someone to be in my personal bubble unless you know me and know me well. After that incident he kept asking Kelly to dance she would deny him every time and when he got close to her she would turn her head most people would get the back off look. Then a drink got spilled on DD so she went back to her room to change her jeans since the spill was in a very, very bad spot. When DD left let's just say Mister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pervie&lt;/span&gt; had ideas for Kelly that got shot down very quickly! Theresa let the perv have it and told him she lost respect for him and he should not act that way when he is married the asshole had the nerve to tell her his wife wasn't there. CREEPY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MOOOBEEEPY&lt;/span&gt;! As we were standing outside the bar that the end of the night waiting for DD to get rounded up out of the bar, mister creepy came out and licked the entire back of my neck to say goodbye. Man some men just have gigantic balls! So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ewwww&lt;/span&gt; anyway, there is the orbs and more story! Love all around! Have a great weekend and be safe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought for the day.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've learned that depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;DD playing the instrument and the lady from the band!  Good Times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380239592613859570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/SqpzZ1w90PI/AAAAAAAABYM/57wm4q16o_Q/s200/IMG_0735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380240865019531250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/Sqp0j52Hj_I/AAAAAAAABYU/zw8z1fA-JuE/s200/IMG_0737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380241736054087394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/Sqp1Wms8HuI/AAAAAAAABYc/uD7to9LWc28/s200/IMG_0739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380242166137005794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/Sqp1vo4spuI/AAAAAAAABYk/xre35wM5-S4/s200/IMG_0744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380242569444509506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/Sqp2HHUsx0I/AAAAAAAABYs/Q__PwOff0M4/s200/IMG_0745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380246944508528962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/Sqp6FxtPyUI/AAAAAAAABY0/vCJZB3zUu7Q/s200/IMG_0746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380247395011521314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/Sqp6f_9h6yI/AAAAAAAABY8/xCSaMeFVKB0/s200/IMG_0747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-5986181368334251324?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5986181368334251324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=5986181368334251324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/5986181368334251324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/5986181368334251324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/09/orbs-did-it.html' title='The ORBS did it.....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/SqpzZ1w90PI/AAAAAAAABYM/57wm4q16o_Q/s72-c/IMG_0735.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-3736670173226759681</id><published>2009-09-10T09:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T09:52:30.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost the end of the week.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/Sqkep3CcNxI/AAAAAAAABYA/jZFhwg_lNiQ/s1600-h/tim+%26+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379864934368425746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/Sqkep3CcNxI/AAAAAAAABYA/jZFhwg_lNiQ/s200/tim+%26+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/Sqkeeme7JBI/AAAAAAAABX4/XVCTKetm9oM/s1600-h/tim+%26+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well started back at my work out class last night, fuck that did me in!  Had a week off and we got a new teacher and she tried to kill me!  So I was out by 8:30!  Loved the pics DD posted on her facebook.  I need to learn how to post photo's on there I am still facebook retarded!  Don't know if we are riding tonight or not but if not I am going to take it easy and relax at home.  I have been really tired of late, probably from all the damn fun I had!  Well all love all around!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just jackasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/9148229131838769866-3736670173226759681?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3736670173226759681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=3736670173226759681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/3736670173226759681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/3736670173226759681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/09/almost-end-of-week.html' title='Almost the end of the week.....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/Sqkep3CcNxI/AAAAAAAABYA/jZFhwg_lNiQ/s72-c/tim+%26+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-665459058099426091</id><published>2009-09-09T09:14:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T10:04:04.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still on Rewind......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/SqfNRT8Mt0I/AAAAAAAABXY/OxFh_R4fvB0/s1600-h/0906091957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379493977211582274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/SqfNRT8Mt0I/AAAAAAAABXY/OxFh_R4fvB0/s200/0906091957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tim's sawdust angel.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; yes Kelly I didn't fit in all our stories I needed some other things to blog about. Everyone that read the comments is like what???? Butt dialing and saw dust angels??? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;? We started at our first table that we previously partied at on my birthday thinking hell we had fun at this table before. When we first arrived Tim said "hey someone is getting a call.". It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DD's&lt;/span&gt; phone and she looks at it and points at Tim and says it is you! Tim looks at her dumbfounded as DD answers her phone and says "Hi, Tim!". Tim in turn pulls his phone out of his pocket and says "How in the hell did it do that????". He actually butt dialed! His phone is a touch screen but he still couldn't figure out how in the hell his ass unlocked the phone and then actually went to contacts and called DD. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;? Of course you all know the Verizon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;commercial&lt;/span&gt; where the guy is butt dialing his girlfriend and then he announces "My butt just hung up on you!". So we all were laughing and then began to laugh even harder when we realized that none of us had any service! So when I went to send a text and I had no service to send a message I thought well Tim's ass has service so I held my phone by Tim's butt and sure shit it sent the message. Magical ass my man has! We watched the Wild Bill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hickok's&lt;/span&gt; death &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;reenactment&lt;/span&gt;, and then we took a vote cause Kelly and I really wanted to move up closer to the stage so of course we raised our hands and we figured our two votes was enough to move. DD had set in her mind she wanted the high top table so we gave her, her way for a little bit any way because after Tim butt dialed her yet again Kelly and decided to vote again cause us two shorties wanted to sit at a regular table. So the vote happened and we moved putting us right in front of the stage and the dance floor! Tim's ass never dialed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;DD's&lt;/span&gt; phone again that night but each time I wanted to send a message I had to hold my phone by his ass to dial out! (DD needs to send me the pic of me using Tim's ass to dial out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) Funny how his ass was the only place to get good service. When we first arrived I noticed the new sawdust poured on the floor and I was trying to talk Kelly into doing a sawdust angel. She just wouldn't budge and I just knew my instigating skills wouldn't work on DD she hadn't had enough to drink at that time. So I let it go until we got to our third table and Kelly helped instigate the subject again and low and behold Tim got up and made that damn saw dust angel! He did it so quickly we didn't get pictures of him doing it but we have a picture of his angel. Of course then as we proudly starred at his creation with pride Kelly got down and fixed it to make it more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;predominate&lt;/span&gt; and added a halo. The angel lasted on the floor over an hour until a dick head security guy pulled a table across it and ruined our art. I hope to have some more pics to share I need to download off my camera and have DD do the same and email me. Wish all of you could of joined us for a great time! 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Wow 17 I am starting to feel old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Okay so I haven't blogged for a while. I took some time off of work so in order to do that I had to be really, really caught up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; that meant no blogging. So let's see what have we missed....... Let's rewind a bit. The weekend before the one that just passed let us go back to that weekend. Well Saturday we went and threw darts and Kim came and joined us. Then when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Launa&lt;/span&gt; got off she joined us as well. We had a great time throwing darts we hadn't done that for so long I can hardly wait until this winter so we can all get together and do this some more. Well as it got later Tressa came in and threw with us too, she said she had to go to work and asked us to come out to the Beacon where she works. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt; that is just what we did Kim, Tim and me headed for the Beacon. Scott and Preston a guy I work with joined us later. We had a great time dancing and drinking. Then I looked at Kim and she told me she was fucked up! I thought a good time to go home then. Kimmy was the most trashed I have ever seen she was so cute. Tim and I helped stand her up and got her to the car and Tim sat her in the front and he sat in the back they were both gone! Kim took forever to get the seat belt on and was as happy as a child when she did. When we got Kimmy to her house it took her a few minutes to find the door handle especially when she realized it wasn't on the window! She laughed all the way up to her front door and I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; when she got her key in and opened easily but then when she reached to get her screen door shut she ended up pulling her self off the patio did a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;somersault&lt;/span&gt; on the lawn and was laughing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hysterically&lt;/span&gt;. She ended up laughing so hard at herself she just laid in the lawn for a while just cracking herself up. Well she cracked me up as well and for Tim well lets just say he wasn't seeing much. She did finally get in the house and I told her thanks for the blog story! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; I know that Birdie was glad to add someone else to the bar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Olympics&lt;/span&gt; team! So lets forward into the following week. I have 4 weeks of vacation a year and we were just notified we can only carry over a week of it each year so use it or lose it. So I decided I would make my Labor Day weekend 5 days long and do some house work. So Thursday and Friday I busted my ass cleaning really good even taking apart the fridge, cleaning blinds and things of that sort. Friday I cleaned my carpets and enjoyed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;DD's&lt;/span&gt; company for a bit helping me set up a face book that she has been dying for me to do. Thursday night I enjoyed meeting all of my friends out to dinner and drinks it was a nice time and even though none of us could stay very long it was nice seeing everyone. I would like to have all of you pray for our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Seany&lt;/span&gt; he is having surgery the 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of this month and he could use all of our love and support. Saturday around 2 Kimmy called and asked us down for a drink. We had nothing going on and thought hell why not we were bored. So we went down there and after several drinks Tim thought it sounded good to leave for Deadwood on Sunday and just go down to party in Saloon 10. Not to gamble just to go for the bike ride and to party. So Antonio got on the phone and found us hotel numbers to see if we could get a last minute room, and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; DD &amp;amp; Kelly and said hey wanna go party at Saloon 10? I was shocked when they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; back and said let's go! So we left around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;noonish&lt;/span&gt; on Sunday and had a beautiful ride all the way to Deadwood. When we got there we freshened up and then went to eat. After we ate we went and did oyster shots for Kim, since it didn't work out for her to go with us. :( We sent her pics though! Then we went to put $20.00 in my favorite winning penny machine. Tim told Kelly if I double my money to make me pull it out! Well I did that in the first few seconds and I pushed that button three more times before I minded Kelly and pulled out my 49.18. Kelly says see you could of had 54.00 if you would of pulled out when I said. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Her and Tim are so much alike! Love it! Then we were off to our Saloon 10 to get the best seats. We figured being there at 7 would get us the best seats in the house. And sure shit after we saw the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;reenactment&lt;/span&gt; of the famous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;deadman's&lt;/span&gt; poker hand we got the front table right next to the dance floor. The motto of Saloon 10 is "Saloon 10 where you can get a stiff one!". That is no shit they are strong ass drinks! When we first saw the band members come in we were like great a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; jazz band. We watched the harmonica and a sax come out and then the woman came out wearing a nice dress we all were thinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt; we might have to find another place to party. Then the show started and HOLY SHIT was it good! That woman danced and they put on one hell of a show. We even bought the CD! The were fun, funny and got the crowd partying. They even did The Blue's Brothers. At one point they came around the audience and gave out instruments and the singer made sure our table got one. DD &amp;amp; Kelly picked out an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;instrument&lt;/span&gt; and boy did DD play the hell out of it she impressed the band big time. Don't know what the instrument is called but it had drum sticks and she played it and the table she was a damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ROCKSTAR&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! We have some pics of the whole night we need to get them downloaded and DD needs to send me some of hers. We have a good picture how we got DD rounded up to go home from the bar this time! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; ;) We had an absolute grand ole time. Last minute trips sure turn out good! Wished everyone could of joined us, so we will have to plan another one where everyone can come too! Pictures will come soon! Love all around! smooches!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-8395330841966677172?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8395330841966677172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=8395330841966677172&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/8395330841966677172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/8395330841966677172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-it-up-rewind.html' title='Back it up rewind......'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-3657387240851792612</id><published>2009-08-25T08:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T08:39:43.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Party On!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi all. Let's see where are we.... Tim and I went on a good ride on Thursday night the weather was beautiful then DD and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kel&lt;/span&gt; asked us down to the Moonlight for a few drinks so we headed there and had a good time. I wished everyone could of came. Friday night we took it easy and got up early and headed to Kaycee to buy our biker ball tickets with Kimmy. We had a ball but it was unbearable hot! So after three big swig drinks and a small one I was toast! With the heat and the drinks I just passed way out all the way home. When I got to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Moony&lt;/span&gt; I had to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;refreshed&lt;/span&gt; with a few glasses of waters, when I first got there I was a complete mess. WOW. We stayed for drinks there for a while and then went home and slept hard! Wow that heat really knocked me out. Sunday took it easy and did all my shopping and my mommy duties. Taking Brooke driving is a scary thing but she is getting better! Got a text from DD they are having a ball on their vacation and even got a picture of them with Big John, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Poisions&lt;/span&gt; body &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;guard&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Woooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hooo&lt;/span&gt; girls. They even are staying at the hotel with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nickelbacks&lt;/span&gt; roadies. Damn I wish I was there! Well back to work for me it has been killing me we have been really busy! Love all around! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-3657387240851792612?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3657387240851792612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=3657387240851792612&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/3657387240851792612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/3657387240851792612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/08/party-on.html' title='Party On!'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-8127243482969520013</id><published>2009-08-19T08:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:08:31.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shit I have been so busy at work sorry for the no blogs!  Let's see where were we.  Thursday night we went to Tim's mom's to wish her a happy birthday and we got home around 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; when we got a call to please come down for one drink from JP.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; well we thought what the hell just one.  Ya ya you have heard these stories from me plenty!  Well Jeremy was there and bought me one shot after another and I went home totally sloshed!  Damn did I feel like total shit on Friday morning.  It is all Jeremy's fault the little asshole!  Friday was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Timmies&lt;/span&gt; b day.  So we hung out at the house for all the family to come over and then ran to the Moon for no shit only 45 minutes to see DD &amp;amp; Kelly before they had to pick up the kiddo's from the movies.  We were tired any how and had to get up early to go to Fort Collins the next day.  We went to Fort Collins to take the girls clothes shopping and Tim Harley part shopping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; and for me to eat at the Olive Garden!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;YUMMMMM&lt;/span&gt;!  On our way home we had that DAD PULL OVER I AM GOING TO PUKE!  Randi the poor thing got a bit of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt; flu.  Dad almost got pulled over in time some of the door got it so windows down the rest of the way home.  Thank goodness we were almost to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wheatland&lt;/span&gt; so we could clean her up and the door, but damn that smell lingers!  P U!  Well I am sure everyone has those road trip stories!  Sunday we went down to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Moony&lt;/span&gt; for a while and had a great time Kim, Tim and me just bullshitting and drinking.  Nice down time.  So then the work week started and holy hell what a week has it already been!  whew!  :) So sorry I haven't blogged I had a good excuse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  So here we are and it is already Wednesday!  Tomorrow night I need a drink!  Saturday we are going to Kaycee to get our Biker Ball tickets.  I am stoked that is a good time down there!  John, Julian and Drew will be playing and there are all kinds of festivities to watch.  So I hope all of you are doing well.  Miss ya all.  Love all around!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-8127243482969520013?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8127243482969520013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=8127243482969520013&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/8127243482969520013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/8127243482969520013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/08/hump-day.html' title='Hump Day...'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-8740869295916034907</id><published>2009-08-13T08:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:46:32.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost the end of the week....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi all. Today is Tim's mother's birthday and tomorrow is my Timothy Wayne's. Last night we had a cheerleading bbq for Brookie. It was beautiful weather and really nice sitting outside by the pool. Tonight I don't think we will make it for a drink. We need to go by to Tim's mother's and Tim has a very full schedule on Friday. Saturday we are driving to Fort Collins to do school clothes shopping for the girls and to eat at the Olive Garden. Love the Olive Garden. Last weekend we hurried back from Sundance to go to the family Reunion type bbq. Tim was asked to take the family picture since it has been so long since we have had almost the whole family together and even family that I have never ever met. Funny thing is about the family picture is that it was taken 10 minutes before we arrived. Tim packed all his things to take the picture that he was asked to do a week prior. I guess they were in a HUGE hurry to take a family picture without hmmmmm the whole family. My daughters were there and Brooke was definitely hot when I arrived. She is so like me she voiced her opinion on how stupid it was not to wait for Tim and I. I guess I am use to not fitting in with family. I have always not fit in with my father's side of the family when I was younger. My Mother didn't have any family left so I thought it was important to have at least some family. The hard ship with that is my Grandmother was pregnant with my uncle when my mother and father got married so my Grandmother wasn't much into being a grandmother and my father no matter how much he tried was never the "favorite" child. I have gotten closer to my Grandmother and I will never let her see the pain that I had as a child never feeling that bond with her. I always wanted the grandmother that dotted on me. I remember one time after my youngest Uncle which is only 2 years older then me had two kids my grandmother had told someone she was visiting with that she had only two grandchildren. My brother was standing next her and told her that in fact she had 4. She just replied that Justin and I didn't count cause we were grown. So when Tim and I were left out of the "Family" picture, I was thinking to myself WOW it really does follow me through out my life and now is effecting Tim. It was just an added pain to what I was already going through with my family and then the fact I wasn't even important enough for any of Tim's family to join my Birthday party. I know Tim was bothered as well but he sure hid it well. As I sit back today I realize that is why I have been so blessed with so many great friends that actually totally accept me as who I am and actually love me unconditional as a family would. The hardest thing for me is to be the bigger person and never treat anyone that has hurt me like they have done to me. I found the whole situation as totally unbelievable that everyone thought it was totally fine to have that picture done without Tim. I don't give a fuck about me, but Tim. Wow. So I guess this is just been not a good year for what is so called "family". Love all around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Treat others as you would want to be treated......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-8740869295916034907?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8740869295916034907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=8740869295916034907&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/8740869295916034907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/8740869295916034907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/08/almost-end-of-week.html' title='Almost the end of the week....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-6816891724213013215</id><published>2009-08-11T08:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:58:09.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tequila Makes Your Clothes Fall Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi Peeps! Whew yesterday was HELL! LOL I had so much catch up and still some remaining today. I had a great trip! I can hardly wait for next year already! The whole gang is going next year! The weather was beautiful for are trip up to Sundance. I love riding it gives you the best view of your surroundings and good thinking time. We arrived in Sundance a bit before noon. So I went and got ready to work the beer tent. Damn was I busier then HELL. At a first drunk count I thought I made about 165 in tips but when I was more sober I made about 200 in tips. 153 of that was in one's! I had the hugest roll of ones and I thought hell I will just take that to Deadwood. Tim went and cashed it in for me at the bank he said no way in hell am I going to carry around the wad of ones like that. Well as I was working the beer tent Theresa, Seany, Tim, and Dorie were having drinks in the bar. As it approached closer to the burnout Tim had to prepare to work. So Theresa, Seany &amp;amp; Dorie all wandered out and hung out close to my tent for the festivities. Theresa leaned over to me nearing the end of the burnout and told me she was signed up for the wet t shirt contest. I was wow are you serious? I really truly thought she was teasing me but when I saw the girls all lining up for the contest low and behold their stood our birdie amongst the girls! Theresa was around her ninth beer and I could tell at this point she was dead serious she was in it to win it. I was in a bad area to see exactly what was going on but Dorie would run over and give me commentary about all the happenings. Theresa took the 70/80's approach to her shirt and took the bottom of it and rung it through the collar to make a make shift halter top. Damn she is wild! She says I am wild but I think she is! She really earned that crazy bitch tattoo! At the end of the contest I heard a few people commenting on the girl laying on the sidewalk, and I knew without looking that would be my birdie and sure shit it was my birdie. She was drunk out of her mind and telling me she couldn't find her shoes! I went up on stage and found her shoes and then I found drunk Sean and said we better get her to the room. I told Sean wait here I will be right back. When I returned I asked everyone where they went and they pointed down the alley way. I was like holy hell I hope those two drunks find their room! Well Seany returned in a few minutes and I said "Where is Theresa?". He replied I put her in the room and came back! He then proceeds to tell me he hoped that he didn't get his ass chewed later because she fell twice on the way back to room and he proceeded to fall directly on top of her! Damn I wished I was following with a video camera! That would of been a sight seeing those two laying in the alley! Tim joins us and that is when I found out the Theresa was hammering back shots of Tequila on stage! I was like no way Theresa would never drink Tequila. But then second thought she was liquefied maybe she had drank those shots??? hmmmm. We decided at this point it was a good time to locate Dorie and get something to eat. First we had to go to the room, I was black from the burnout smoke. I mean black I looked like Sambo! When we got back to the room, Dorie was getting ready and had already showered. Dorie said she had to shower twice because the first time she came out and looked in mirror and she was still black! This rubber burn off simply doesn't come off! You have to basically scub your fuckin skin off! So after we got all cleaned up again we proceeded to go find something to eat, well no Sean never did reappear for Dinner he passed out along Theresa all by 7pm! We heard later from Sean he had to have someone at the motel carry Theresa in the room and even at that he never did get her in the bed. The poor birdie laid on that hard floor for who knows how long, she must of got up at one point because she woke up in bed! We ended up at a bar having a great steak dinner with Dorie and that is when is started raining like hell. Well when the rain died down a bit we decided to go back to our home bar where the party was. As we ran Dorie dropped her phone outta her purse you know the purse I am talking about? Her bra lol! Of course she didn't realize her phone was missing though until we were at the other bar as we were waiting for Scott her friend to arrive. We didn't find her phone that night. And it ended up being a huge joke throughout the night as we were texting it and saying "please return me!". The party at our bar was bigger then it had been in the past and everyone was dancing on the bar and partying it up! Tim got some pretty risque pictures and I am not just talkin tits here! After we were all good and drunk and pooped out from being in the sun all day we headed back to the room with Dorie and Scott in tow. We weren't about to send Scott back drunk to Sturgis and hell he didn't even know where his truck was! He kept saying "where is my truck?" and then he would reply to himself "next to Dorie's phone!". We all laughed and laughed about that! We all crashed for the night we had thought until we all still couldn't stop laughing to the fact that we were missing a truck and a phone so we all got up once again and sat outside smoking for a bit. So that was our first night! The next morning we still hadn't heard from our Birdie or even Chopper for that fact! So we headed over to breakfast. For the worst breakfast ever I might add! Watered down gravy with biscuits YUM YUM....... NOT! We did find the truck and after breakfast Tim even found Dories phone outside the bar in the gravel wet from rain, but damned if that phone didn't work! Lucky thing! After we went back to the room I lightly knocked on Birdie's door and when Sean finally came to the door I asked if Theresa was okay, alive, and breathing? LOL They proceeded to get up and to eat breakfast while we got ready to head into Sturgis! We were all still scrubbing off fricken black!!!!! We rode into Sturgis all together but Dorie that lil bitch takes 5 hours to get ready and try on each of her and I am not shitting when I tell you this her 50 outfits. We met up with Julian, John John, and Albert at The Knuckle Bar. We sat and had drinks and listen to a great band. That is when it started getting fuckin HOT. We decided to all go shopping and damn was it HOT. I don't do extreme heat well! So after a couple of hours of that shit we headed to Beulah for dinner. After a great dinner we headed back to Sundance and Dorie went back to Sturgis. Tim, me, Seany &amp;amp; Theresa headed back to the bar and had a few drinks and all went to crash between partying the night before and the dead heat and sun in Sturgis we were all just done! I know I know not my usual partying self. Next day we all headed into Deadwood, of course leaving the fashion doll behind to try on numerous outfits and Theresa and Sean cause they were heading to the wedding they needed to attend. I gambled and drank my ass off! Tim had more fun sitting outside watching all the bikes. If you have never been to bike week you can never in a million years vision of how many fuckin bikes their are! They are from all over the United States, you very rarely see someone from your own State. We met John John, Albert, Big Julian, Ari and her boyfriend in Deadwood. Julian didn't show cause he was so hung over he wouldn't get out of bed! Well I guess a fifth of Crown would do that. We did make it to the Oyster Bay Bar and had Oyster shots. I did three and damn were they good! Thanks Kimmy for the suggestion. We all decided to go to dinner which is a good thing that is when it started to hell and rain like a son of a bitch! Damn glad I wasn't on a bike when that was happening! After hanging out in Deadwood for all day and part of the evening we headed back to crash for the night. Heading to Deadwood that morning we took the scenic route which we do every year and will do next year. Spearfish canyon is so beautiful! So that is our trip! Had a blast and already can't wait until next year! Wooooo Hoooooo! Love all around! Smooches.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-6816891724213013215?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6816891724213013215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=6816891724213013215&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/6816891724213013215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/6816891724213013215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/08/tequila-makes-your-clothes-fall-off.html' title='Tequila Makes Your Clothes Fall Off'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-2254042083787170881</id><published>2009-08-03T14:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:38:32.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 More Days Until Sturgis....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi peeps.  Wanted to say a quick hello before I head on my way to Bike Week.  Today I am fitting in a weeks worth of work in a day.  And if I do say so myself I did a DAMN good job.  I am taking tomorrow off as well to go do girl things to prepare for my trip.  I will miss all of you that can't go!  I hope in the next coming years we will find where all of us get to go and it will be an annual thing!  Birdie I know is nervous but she will find that this is the party of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; year!  And bikers are some of the most fun and easy going people to know!  I heard it is going to be 93 on Wednesday when we leave.  Whew what a change in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;temperature&lt;/span&gt; from my last road trip on the bike, remember that girls I froze my ass off!  :) Everyone not going I will text and text pictures.  Now I don't expect any of you to find any of my texts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coherent&lt;/span&gt;, I am sure you know this by now when I text when I am drunk!  But I bet you all know by now how to read those kind can't ya????  I will be also stopping in on Deadwood to gamble.  And DD and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; miss Kelly I will be play your lucky machine, Deal or No Deal.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt; maybe I will win at least enough to take us out for a good time!  Now remember with any road trip especially a bike road trip, if anything should ever happen to me, I love you all and I would always be your angel on your shoulder.  And DD and Kelly have all the information to carry on my beloved blog!  When I get back I will post hopefully some great stories!  LOVE AND SMOOCHES EVERYONE!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I know how to party and believe me I will party my Mother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fuckin&lt;/span&gt; Ass OFF!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-2254042083787170881?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2254042083787170881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=2254042083787170881&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/2254042083787170881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/2254042083787170881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/08/2-more-days-until-sturgis.html' title='2 More Days Until Sturgis....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-7101347455560735234</id><published>2009-07-31T08:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T08:21:18.762-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi Peeps. I know I haven't blogged I have been trying to keep my head above water at work. Plus there are only 5 days left until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sturgis&lt;/span&gt; so I have to have everything complete before I take off! Whew! Well not much thrilling this week. Tuesday Tim and I went and had a few drinks at the Moonlight and I got totally smashed. I needed it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Wednesday I did my usual work out schedule. Dorie said she wished I would go out on Wednesday nights because the crowd was great and everyone was asking "Where the hell is Michelle!". I was glad to hear when there is a great party everyone wants to know where my ass is at! That is very flattering. :) Last night just Tim and I rode to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Glenrock&lt;/span&gt;. The rest of our Thursday riders were getting ready for their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sturgis&lt;/span&gt; trip so we rode solo. We did end up at the Moonlight for a few drinks. And NO I didn't even get smashed. A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; happy but not smashed. I sat with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Launa's&lt;/span&gt; sister at the bar and I enjoyed her company. It is funny watching her talk, occasionally she will say or the way she makes a face makes me go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; that looked like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Launa&lt;/span&gt;! So all n all the week has been good but maybe lacking in the great fun department. I miss all of you I haven't seen in a while but I will get great pics on my time away to post here! Love all around! Smooches........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Believe... That you can keep going long after you think you can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-7101347455560735234?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7101347455560735234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=7101347455560735234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/7101347455560735234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/7101347455560735234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-friday.html' title='Happy Friday....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-926981345930197703</id><published>2009-07-27T09:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:33:03.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Count down to Sturgis begins.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9 days until we leave to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sturgis&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Woooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hoooo&lt;/span&gt;!  Wish all of you were coming!  Well Thursday night Tim went riding and I went down to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Moony&lt;/span&gt; with all my girls.  :)  Thanks for coming out I had a complete ball.  Kept my mind from other things.  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; walking in there without my Timmy and it was funny everyone is like WOW where is Tim?  I guess we are as one right.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  Well this weekend nothing exciting at all Tim had to work all weekend and does next weekend to, so you can expect when I get to Burn Out Wednesday I will get totally smashed!  So Friday night Tim and I and the kids went out for dinner and I drank too many margarita's and crashed on the couch, Saturday I went to lunch with Birdie and checked out crazy days and then spent the rest of the afternoon and all evening by myself.  So I watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; and thought how strange I am never alone.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  Then Sunday my Kimmy came over and we drank and laughed our ass's off on the patio.  So this weekend was I guess relaxing.  This week will probably go by slowly since I know I only have to work Monday next week.  I am so looking forward to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sturgis&lt;/span&gt; this year!  So Peeps back to work with me!  Love all around......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Believe... That you can do something in an instant That will give you heartache for life..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-926981345930197703?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/926981345930197703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=926981345930197703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/926981345930197703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/926981345930197703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/count-down-to-sturgis-begins.html' title='Count down to Sturgis begins.....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-8437805632867380911</id><published>2009-07-23T12:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:26:50.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Control......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well today I woke up feeling better.  The little sad pit in the bottom of my stomach I thought possibly might subside a day or two.  I thought today I wouldn't cry out of no where in the afternoon.  But.....  Short lived feeling.  I asked my Mother to have drinks with us tonight and got more news that I just didn't want to hear.  The reason I am such a hard ass at times and won't let anyone tell me what to do or put up with any ounce of shit from most people is because I saw my Father control every aspect of my Mother and her life.  I always felt like I couldn't breath when I was young.  If she wasn't the way he wanted her to be or if she didn't talk the way he wanted her too, or if she didn't choose what he wanted her to choose their would be consequences or what I call punishments.  Whether that be the silent treatment, not doing something that made her happy, or just down right belittling her.  The fighting in my household was constant.  I learned the way you deal with a person you disagreed with is to yell at them or call them names or even hit.  When I was younger I almost repeated as I learned but then I said NO I am going to change this cycle I am not going to be that person.  It is a family thing on my side they all do it from my Grandfather up to my father.  My father is a big hearted man.  I do love him.  I do forgive him and I do understand to a point.  It is ingrained in him it is what he learned from example.  It takes a mighty strong person to change that cycle.  For the time being the only ones that have mastered that change is myself and my Uncle Victor who struggles everyday not to do it.  My father holds the power in his hands to learn from this and change.  Is it ever too late?  I am beginning to think so.  Controlling people always pick the weak or they make them weak and then they become enablers.  When you stop enabling a person to control you they either quit or they move on to someone else.  I wish my Father found peace when he was young, I so wish that things could be so very different.  Regret.  What a nasty thing to feel.  So now she has found strength but will the control quit long enough for her to do it?  When does your responsibility every stop for another?  I think sometimes when you love someone you let them go, if they want to destroy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;themself&lt;/span&gt; in an attempt to control you to stay you just have to take that risk to live some happiness for yourself.  Sometimes in life you have to be selfish. I believe that if you do not love yourself first that you are no good to anyone else.  So today I realized my father will probably destroy himself and my mother will live with the guilt that she was at fault.  How do you win in the situation....  I tell her cut the control find your happiness and hopefully my father will realize the self destruction won't win back what he has lost and he will find happiness for himself.  So my internal struggle still is there.  Funny how writing it all down really helps me feel better.  I probably seem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;delusional&lt;/span&gt; but hell I can't be strong all the time.  Love all around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-8437805632867380911?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8437805632867380911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=8437805632867380911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/8437805632867380911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/8437805632867380911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/control.html' title='Control......'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-4506702661081091405</id><published>2009-07-22T08:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:34:13.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Song in my head.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Thanks to Kim for introducing me to a new band.  I love this song as I am sure all of you will too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thriving Ivory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Angels On The Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you dream, that the world will know your name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So tell me your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you care, about all the little things or anything at all? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wanna feel, all the chemicals inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wanna feel I wanna sunburn, just to know that I'm alive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To know I'm alive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you believe, in the day that you were born &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tell me do you believe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you know, that everyday's the first of the rest of your life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is to one last day in the shadows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And to know a brother's love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is to New York City angels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And the rivers of our blood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is to all of us, to all of us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You can tell me all your thoughts, about the stars that fill polluted skies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And show me where you run to, when no one's left to take your side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But don't tell me where the road ends, cause I just don't wanna know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No I don't wanna know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't tell me if I'm dying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't tell me if I'm dying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't tell me if I'm dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-4506702661081091405?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4506702661081091405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=4506702661081091405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/4506702661081091405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/4506702661081091405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/song-in-my-head_22.html' title='Song in my head.....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-5028095605742289181</id><published>2009-07-22T08:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:26:32.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello Peeps.  First off I would like to thank, Kelly, DD, Kelli and Shelly for the words of advice and love you all have given me.  It means more then words can say.  My foundation has been rocked but as the days go buy it is getting a bit easier.  It just sucks when something is broken and I can't fix it.  My father is doing better, but of course I am just like him and don't know what to say so I just don't say anything.  That isn't the best way to handle all of it I know. I will have to certainly work on that.  I have good days and bad days with all of this.  But I will overcome it and be there as best as I know how for both of my parents.  I am sorry I haven't blogged I have been so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;flippen&lt;/span&gt; busy at work I go home everyday with a HUGE headache from non stop computer work.  Plus it sucks to blog when you feel like I feel.  Today I feel good though!  I miss all of you.  I hope we can all get together soon.  Smooches and love all around.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Friends are angels that help you fly when you have lost your wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-5028095605742289181?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5028095605742289181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=5028095605742289181&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/5028095605742289181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/5028095605742289181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/hump-day_22.html' title='Hump day....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-8341380247411538338</id><published>2009-07-17T08:58:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T10:09:01.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi Peeps. Had a great time last night. We went for a short bike ride and to Gigs to eat and listen to the boys play. Then of course we ended up at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Moony&lt;/span&gt; where we all had many laughs and of course drinks. X-rated rocks! Well at least this time I didn't tear my car up on it! Well I have been kind of down and a bit stressed this week and that is the true reason why I haven't blogged. Anyone that knows me knows that I won't really share or tell you when I have troubles or problems. After 41 years of marriage my Mother is divorcing my Father. There I fucking said it. I guess when you get use to something always being when it isn't it freaks you out a bit. My parents should of never stayed married to begin with. Funny thing is when you love someone you tolerate too much at times. Sometimes in life we just love the totally wrong person. So am I sad they are breaking up? Yes and No. They will both be more happy, but I am losing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;comfortability&lt;/span&gt; and they are really losing theirs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Comfortability&lt;/span&gt; is why so many stay with people they fell out of love with but love. Certainly after over 40 years it would be hard to step out of your comfort zone and the well known. I am also worried about my father handling it. He is so strong in some senses but really I don't think so in this sense. My Mother has always taken care of him. I know he will put a strong front up because I got my personality from him, but he will be crying and breaking inside. It kills me to know my father will hurt. Don't get me wrong my Mother will hurt too, but she is so ready for this. She is excited and scared about the new things going to come for her. And like most women my mother has plenty of friends to lean on. Unlike my father a man that would never dream of leaning on anyone. I almost had an anxiety attack yesterday trying to grasp all of this. I felt for a moment like I couldn't breath. I cried so hard I gave myself a headache and I thought for sure I would never stop. I am not a child anymore I realize but I felt like a just lost the rest of what I grasped to of being a child. The funny thing is I am crying my eyes out as I type all of this. And believe me I don't cry. I am horrible at ignoring things thinking hey if I don't think about it, it will just go away or fix itself. I was doing well with this until my Mother called me yesterday and made me realize she really needs me and I just haven't been there and this is going to happen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; I acknowledge it or not. She told me through all this and I should be calling her and listening to her and being there for her as I would any of my friends. She is so right but what she doesn't know is this was just to raw for me I just couldn't deal with it. Then it turned out ignoring this problem didn't make it go away. It ended up hurting my mother because she felt I was being cold and insensitive to her. I felt very selfish and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;whisked&lt;/span&gt; her feelings away with telling her I was so busy working, tending to Randi and her toe problem, and working out, and our work schedules are so different that I just lost track of the time and I should of called her and I was sorry. So now here I am knowing she won't take my excuses anymore and I am going to have to face this straight on. My parents will no longer be together. And that makes me terribly, terribly sad. Last little bit of childhood I thought might always be there is now gone. So if I am not my usual self there you have why. I try to cover pain with a smile but sometimes I am just weak. But for my Mom and my Father I will pull some strength somewhere and take care of them as I would any of my friends. Love all around. Smooches babies you know I love all of ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-8341380247411538338?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8341380247411538338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=8341380247411538338&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/8341380247411538338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/8341380247411538338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-5946122113814304899</id><published>2009-07-14T08:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T08:59:33.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey Peeps.  I had an awesome weekend!  Friday night we went to Drakes and listened to Ruben's band.  We had quite a bunch of people with us so we had a ball.  Ruben even walked across the bar and our tables playing his guitar to one of my favorite songs from Dwight, As Fast As You.  We stayed until about 1 am.  We even had time to do some paper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meche&lt;/span&gt; art!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  Boy sometimes it is fun just being a kid!  Saturday we just hung around home and I did some shopping to update my kitchen and bathroom.  It has been so long since I bought new towels and all that.  Thought it was due time!  Kim came over and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BBQ'd&lt;/span&gt; and hung out on the patio just enjoying the summer.  Sunday we went to the Moon for a few drinks and laughs.  So all in all it was one hell of a weekend!  Thursday after we ride we will be heading to Gigs, I hope all of you will go too!  Eli Manor will the playing and there will be a lot of contests, food and fun!  So let me know if you need details I would like everyone to come!  So all have a great week and I hope to see you Thursday! smooches!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass...it's about learning how to dance in the rain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-5946122113814304899?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5946122113814304899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=5946122113814304899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/5946122113814304899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/5946122113814304899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-6415839970303420707</id><published>2009-07-10T12:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:52:17.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy Joy Joy Happy Happy Joy Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yayyyyy it is Friday!  Well last night we went for a wonderful ride up the Mountain then through Garden Creek and then to Boot's BBQ for dinner.  Still got home very early even though we did make a stop at the strip club LOL.  Well who is all in for Drake's tonight.  The band is good and the company will be totally awesome as well!  Hope you can all go!  It has been a while since we all partied together!  I was thinking of course haven't asked Tim yet but meeting at the Moon before heading to Drake's.  So all my lil peeps!  Let's do it!  Love all around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-6415839970303420707?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6415839970303420707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=6415839970303420707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/6415839970303420707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/6415839970303420707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-happy-joy-joy-happy-happy-joy-joy.html' title='Happy Happy Joy Joy Happy Happy Joy Joy'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-2992257768797073829</id><published>2009-07-08T08:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T08:39:09.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Song in my head.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Garth Brooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Looking back on the memory of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The dance we shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'Neath the stars alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For a moment all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The world was right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How could I have known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That you'd ever say goodbye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And now I'm glad I didn't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The way it all would end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The way it all would go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Our lives are better left to chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I could have missed the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But I'd of had to miss the dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Holding you I held everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For a moment wasn't I a king&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But if I'd only known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How the king would fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hey who's to say you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I might have chanced it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And now I'm glad I didn't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The way it all would end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The way it all would go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Our lives are better left to chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I could have missed the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But I'd of had to miss the dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes my life is better left to chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I could have missed the pain but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'd of had to miss the dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-2992257768797073829?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2992257768797073829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=2992257768797073829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/2992257768797073829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/2992257768797073829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/song-in-my-head_08.html' title='Song in my head.....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-5721470912017898143</id><published>2009-07-08T08:17:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T08:34:09.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/SlSt4qabEGI/AAAAAAAABXQ/9XwkFm_-IaE/s1600-h/40+years+old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356097045819756642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/SlSt4qabEGI/AAAAAAAABXQ/9XwkFm_-IaE/s200/40+years+old.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good Morning! I have a couple pics to share today! :) Kelly and I's tattoo and the cutest little puppy. I hear they named him Sumo. LOL a Japenese name for a Mexican dog. Too cute! Any one besides Theresa &amp;amp; Sean go out for Parade day? I never go out on amature nights such as these. Leaves me open for trouble. If you did I hope you had a good time and were careful! So here are the pics. Smooches and love all around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356094665138146898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/SlSruFrsjlI/AAAAAAAABW4/bQx68DGOHnU/s200/sumo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sleeping Sumo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356094753183488370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/SlSrzNrV2XI/AAAAAAAABXA/DY0MhQupJi8/s200/kellys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Kelly's beautiful tattoo tribute to DD. In the heart are her inititials. DD adorns the same one on her ankle with Kelly's intitials in the heart. awww true love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356094917641611986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/SlSr8yVNqtI/AAAAAAAABXI/p9NnjP0qcZE/s200/tribalcross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My sixth art addition. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-5721470912017898143?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5721470912017898143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=5721470912017898143&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/5721470912017898143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/5721470912017898143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/hump-day.html' title='Hump Day....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/SlSt4qabEGI/AAAAAAAABXQ/9XwkFm_-IaE/s72-c/40+years+old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-3548487904893440087</id><published>2009-07-07T09:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:19:47.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Parade Day.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello Peeps. I had a great weekend, I hope all of you did as well. I took Thursday off and enjoyed the day with going tanning getting my nails done and then going over to Theresa's and just hanging out. Thursday night we were to go riding but the weather didn't cooperate for that so I had a few too many at the Moon. Go Figure... Friday I had off for the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July Holiday so DD, Kelly &amp;amp; I went down to the tattoo shop where Kelly and I got tattoo's. Kelly's tattoo is beautiful! It is a matching one to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DD's&lt;/span&gt; that she got 2 weeks prior. Kelly send me a pic of it so I can post it! I got another one on my back it is a tribal cross and I love it! Kelly, DD, &amp;amp; the kids got a surprise too. They got a new puppy. My brother bought a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chiuaua&lt;/span&gt; (not sure how to spell that one) and couldn't keep it because of his landlord. I brought the puppy in to just show them to see if they could help find a home for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; guy and they ended up falling in love with him. Girls send me a pic of the new addition so I can post that as well. I don't think they named the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; sweetie yet they were in between, Buster, Tucker or my favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Keinickie&lt;/span&gt;. They have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rizzo&lt;/span&gt; they need a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Keinickie&lt;/span&gt; right? After all the days excitement we ended up our patio to see the rain storm of the year! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;WOWWWW&lt;/span&gt;. It filled my window wells in no time and got some of my basement soaked. So new carpet for the basement! Saturday we went to a family BBQ and then relaxed on the patio with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Launa&lt;/span&gt;, Kim, Josh and his cutie of a girlfriend. We enjoyed some drinks and a lot of laughs. Sunday when Tim and I finally got our lazy butts moving went down to the moon for a few with Kim &amp;amp; Dorie and to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Launa&lt;/span&gt; then ended up out at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Chatter's&lt;/span&gt; for some dinner. So all and all it was a good weekend. Last night Tim &amp;amp; I went to the fairgrounds to eat our annual junk food. Can't beat fairground funnel cakes and ice cream! The fair is still white trash &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;centeral&lt;/span&gt; so we didn't stay for very long. So Peeps back to work with me. Love all around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-3548487904893440087?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3548487904893440087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=3548487904893440087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/3548487904893440087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/3548487904893440087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/parade-day.html' title='Parade Day.....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-3094751983934105979</id><published>2009-07-01T12:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:58:09.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Song in my head......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bad Influence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;LOL I think I have found me another theme song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Alright sir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sure I'll have another one its early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Three olives, shake it up, I like it dirty (dirty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tequila for my friend it makes her flirty (flirty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Trust me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Im the instigator of underwear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Showing up here and there uh oh (oh no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So what if its only 1 o'clock in the afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Its never too soon to send out all the invitations to the last night (of your life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lordy Lordy Lordy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I cant help it I like to party its genetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Its electrifying wind me up and watch me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Where she stops nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A good excuse to be a bad influence on you and you [x15]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Alright ma'am (ma'am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Calm down I know your son said he was in my house (my house)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He was the captain of the football team but I turned him out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He wasnt the first and he wont be the last to tone it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This happens all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Im a story to tell the alibi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;They wana go home I asked them (why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;)Its daylight (not night)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;They might need a break from all the real life (get a life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It gets to be too much sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Its never too late to send out all the invitations to the last night of (your life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lordy Lordy Lordy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I cant help it I like to party its genetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Its electrifying, wind me up and watch me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Where she stops nobody knows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A good excuse to be a bad influence on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lordy Lordy Lordy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I cant help it I like to party its genetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Its electrifying, wind me up and watch me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Where she stops nobody knows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A good excuse to be a bad influence on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lordy Lordy Lordy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I cant help it I like to party its genetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Its electrifying, wind me up and watch me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Where she stops nobody knows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A good excuse to be a bad influence on you [x15]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Im a good excuse (good excuse)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To be a bad influence on you and you and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Youre too tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Youre not too Tired!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-3094751983934105979?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3094751983934105979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=3094751983934105979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/3094751983934105979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Tomorrow I am going to sleep in, get my nails done, go tanning, and then go see Theresa and hear all about their trip to Vegas!  Seany's Birthday was yesterday.  Well I am all stoked for my tattoo!  I will be getting that done on Friday.  The rest of the weekend is up in the air, since DD is injured we might just plan hanging out on the patio.  Fun to me!  What's is everyone else planning for the weekend?  I am sure our sweet Paula will be at the lake!  Lucky girl having a house there and all :).  Well better get back to month end, I often forget work needs to come first!  Love all around my sweet peeps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love thy enemy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-4826192728925984506?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4826192728925984506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=4826192728925984506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/4826192728925984506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/4826192728925984506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-is-my-friday.html' title='Today is my Friday!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-1294805387714230248</id><published>2009-06-29T10:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:17:20.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Song in my head...   To Michael the greatest pop singer well next to Prince ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Man in the Mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm Gonna Make A Change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;For Once In My Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's Gonna Feel Real Good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Gonna Make A Difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Gonna Make It Right . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As I, Turn Up The Collar On My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Favourite Winter Coat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This Wind Is Blowin' My Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I See The Kids In The Street,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;With Not Enough To Eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Who Am I, To Be Blind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pretending Not To See&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Their Needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A Summer's Disregard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A Broken Bottle Top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And A One Man's Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;They Follow Each Other On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Wind Ya' Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;'Cause They Got Nowhere To Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That's Why I Want You To Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm Starting With The Man In The Mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm Asking Him To Change His Ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And No Message Could Have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Been Any Clearer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If You Wanna Make The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A Better Place(If You Wanna Make TheWorld A Better Place)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Take A Look At Yourself, And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Then Make A Change(Take A Look At Yourself, AndThen Make A Change)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Na Na Na, Na Na Na, Na Na, Na Nah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've Been A Victim Of A Selfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kind Of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's Time That I Realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That There Are Some With No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ome, Not A Nickel To Loan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Could It Be Really Me,Pretending That They're Not Alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A Willow Deeply Scarred,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Somebody's Broken Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And A Washed-Out Dream(Washed-Out Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;)They Follow The Pattern Of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he Wind, Ya' See&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cause They Got No Place To Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That's Why I'm Starting With Me(Starting With Me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm Starting With The Man In The Mirror(Ooh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm Asking Him To Change His Ways(Ooh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And No Message Could Have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Been Any Clearer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If You Wanna Make The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A Better Place(If You Wanna Make TheWorld A Better Place)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Take A Look At Yourself And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Then Make A Change(Take A Look At Yourself AndThen Make A Change)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm Starting With The Man InThe Mirror(Ooh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm Asking Him To Change His Ways(Change His Ways-Ooh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And No Message Could've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Been Any Clearer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If You Wanna Make The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A Better Place(If You Wanna Make TheWorld A Better Place)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Take A Look At Yourself And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Then Make That . . .(Take A Look At Yourself AndThen Make That . . .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Change!I'm Starting With The Man In The Mirror,(Man In The Mirror-Oh Yeah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm Asking Him To Change His Ways(Better Change!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;No Message Could Have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Been Any Clearer(If You Wanna Make TheWorld A Better Place)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Take A Look At Yourself AndThen Make The Change)(You Gotta Get It Right, WhileYou Got The Time)('Cause When You Close Your Heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You Can't Close Your . . .Your Mind!(Then You Close Your . . . Mind!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That Man, That Man, That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Man, That ManWith That Man In The Mirror(Man In The Mirror, Oh Yeah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That Man, That Man, That ManI'm Asking Him To Change His Ways(Better Change!)You Know . . .That Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;No Message Could HaveBeen Any Clearer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If You Wanna Make The WorldA Better Place(If You Wanna Make TheWorld A Better Place)Take A Look At Yourself And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Then Make A Change(Take A Look At Yourself AndThen Make A Change)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!Na Na Na, Na Na Na, Na Na,Na Nah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Oh Yeah!)Gonna Feel Real Good Now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah Yeah! Yeah Yeah!Yeah Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Na Na Na, Na Na Na, Na Na,Na Nah(Ooooh . . .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh No, No No . . .I'm Gonna Make A Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's Gonna Feel Real Good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Come On!(Change . . .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just Lift YourselfYou KnowY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ou've Got To Stop It.Yourself!(Yeah!-Make That Change!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've Got To Make That Change,Today!Hoo!(Man In The Mirror)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You Got To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You Got To Not Let Yourself . . .Brother . . .Hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Yeah!-Make That Change!)You Know-I've Got To Get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That Man, That Man . . .(Man In The Mirror)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You've Got To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You've Got To Move! ComeOn! Come On!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You Got To . . .Stand Up! Stand Up!Stand Up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Yeah-Make That Change)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Stand Up And Lift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yourself, Now!(Man In The Mirror)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!Aaow!(Yeah-Make That Change)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Gonna Make That Change . . .Come On!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Man In The Mirror)You Know It!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You Know It!You Know It!You Know . . .(Change . . .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Make That Change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-1294805387714230248?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1294805387714230248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=1294805387714230248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/1294805387714230248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/1294805387714230248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/06/song-in-my-head-to-michael-greatest-pop.html' title='Song in my head...   To Michael the greatest pop singer well next to Prince ;)'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-5286177043796488459</id><published>2009-06-29T09:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:18:52.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalker Walker......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey all! Well so this weekend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; how shall we start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Well Friday night took it easy I was saving it up for Saturday! Saturday went and listened to Eli Manor at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nicfest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It was a beautiful day and enjoyed the sun and listening to our good friends. Then we went home to get ready to ride down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hogfest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Perfect day for it, but damn allergies and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mosquito's&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Well I didn't win the Harley but hell there is next year. But I was entertained. People that know me know I like to constantly be entertained that is a reason why I have such colorful friends, I bore easily. DD &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were telling some stories about their  time they had the weekend before and one of the stories was a woman that kind of walked or skipped around the dance floor without an expression on her face, coming in close proximity of everyone. You would have to see the dance and have Kelly or DD to tell the story for it to be more funny. I am telling it leading up to what happened. So Kelly and DD were acting like this woman dancing around like her all over the dirt road we were sitting by and it made me laugh and the men we were with were like what the hell are they doing? So later in the evening when the band finally started up I told DD and Kelly come on let's go on the dance floor and do your stalker walker dance. Sounded like an entertaining thing to do since I was getting totally bored at this point. Well DD decided if she didn't pee before we did the dance she just might tinkle in her pants &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So we head to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;trailer&lt;/span&gt; to let her go and as she was coming down the stairs she took the last step and sprained her ankle. This was a huge bummer but what was funny about it is she pouted and told all of us "now I don't get to do my stalker walker, I want to do my stalker walker!" So our night didn't turn out they way we wished it had for sure, but DD sweets you still gave me my story. I sure wished I got to go home when you did. Damn I didn't sleep a wink not even after chugging that partial pitcher of Cactus Juice! It was fucking COLD I even had my clothes on including two shirts and my leather coat. So we didn't sleep a bit! But Hell the music was good! So Tim &amp;amp; I got up about 6:30 in the morning and packed up and left. It was brisk so we stopped for breakfast before heading in town. When I got home I crashed until like 2 pm. Damn I don't do well with a lack of sleep! So Sunday I was dead to the world and hell probably looked like hell too! I did however go on the net with Tim and found my tattoo! It rocks! Can hardly wait to show it off. Looking forward to Friday girls! DD I hope you are doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today? :( poor accident prone DD. Love all around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Live, Love, Laugh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-5286177043796488459?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5286177043796488459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=5286177043796488459&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/5286177043796488459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/5286177043796488459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/06/stalker-walker.html' title='Stalker Walker......'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-7158972201962743830</id><published>2009-06-26T08:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:42:51.192-06:00</updated><title type='text'>yayyyyy Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hot Damn it is Friday!  Last night we got in a nice ride and a few drinks down at the Moony.  I have a fun filled weekend planned and I hope it is as good as I imagine!  Tonight we might ride to take part of a bit of Hogfest tonight, but it looks like rain.  Tomorrow we have a full day!  Dog to the groomers, Nicfest, then Hogfest.  Boy DD &amp;amp; Kelly we are going to have a ball!  Then next week on Friday, yayyyy tattoo time!  Yes I found a place for another!  LOL  Need to get it drawn up instead of just in my head now!  Details, Details!  Well everyone have a great weekend!  Love all around!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-7158972201962743830?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7158972201962743830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=7158972201962743830&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/7158972201962743830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/7158972201962743830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/06/yayyyyy-friday.html' title='yayyyyy Friday!'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-7635947815824281156</id><published>2009-06-23T09:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:33:04.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hogfest!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh hell ya DD this weekend is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hogfest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nicfest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we will be attending both! I will be so stoked if you and Kelly come along for all the fun! Damn we will have a good time. We have a ticket to try to win a Harley on Saturday so wish me luck! Oh the wedding I left out a funny story. I got well kinda of smashed. Of course I didn't eat the wonderful wedding dinner or the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scrumptious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cake, oh no I got to drinking and from the number of limes in the bottom of my glass I had quite a few I would say! That is the way I keep track of my drinks now, the lime count! So I get ready to leave and I get to the damn car and I am like holy hell where the fuck are my keys. I clip them on to my purse so I am thinking who in the fuck is being funny! I walk back in the reception and I tell random people I can't find my keys! They tell me Johnny had a set looking if anyone was missing some. I look and look for Johnny and I can't find him so I walk back in the bar and my keys were on this chair and someone says are these yours? Well that isn't the chair I was sitting on so who the hell knows how they got there! Then I get back out to my car start it and then want my phone so I can call Tim to beg him to go to Drake's with his hammered wife. Where the fuck is my phone, for goodness sakes! Now those limes are making some sense if you know what I mean. So I go back in there and say now I can't find my damn phone, of course by this time everyone probably thinks I am funny and they tell me there is one at the bar so I go in and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yipppeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that was my phone. Who the hell remembers how my damn fucking phone got out of my purse but shit I am lucky. I get back to the car and go to light my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cigarette&lt;/span&gt; and for fuck sakes if I don't have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lighter!!!!!! Thank goodness someone next to me in the parking lot has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fricken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lighter! Now I know I didn't lose the lighter we all know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; miss Dorie uses your lighter and you never see it again! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Clepto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! So I thought I would share my story with you today for those of you that think that I am not the one that ever does something stupid while she is drinking! I am just a closet stupid girl! Hey I am just proud I didn't do any bar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Olympics&lt;/span&gt; because I was wearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;stiletto's&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;flippen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dress! Love all around! Smooches babies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-7635947815824281156?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7635947815824281156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=7635947815824281156&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/7635947815824281156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/7635947815824281156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/06/hogfest.html' title='Hogfest!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-5364866246319134485</id><published>2009-06-22T09:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:16:30.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuck Monday's Suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi Peeps.  Monday's are my busy day!  Especially when you take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; off!  Friday i took the day off and helped Dorie with some wedding things and getting her house ready for all the events.  Friday night Tim and I just kicked back and relaxed.  Saturday I went dress shopping, I wanted to wear something nice to Susie's wedding so I took my daughter and I actually found one to wear!  I never wear a dress so hell it was a nice change.  Susie's wedding was beautiful and she was a knock out bride.  The wedding was short and sweet and the kiss was awesome it included a dip!  Gerald rocks!  The reception was a lot of fun.  I love weddings!  Tim had to work so the girls and I went.  After the reception Stacie had invited us to go see Ruben and his band play at Drakes.  So Theresa, Sean, Stacie, Rachel, Tim and me had a good time dancing and listening to them play.  Sunday was Father's day so we made the fathers day rounds and then parked our ass's on the couch and watched movies for the rest of the day.  So all n all the weekend was great!  I hope all you had a good weekend as well!  Love and smooches!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-5364866246319134485?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5364866246319134485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=5364866246319134485&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/5364866246319134485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/5364866246319134485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/06/yuck-mondays-suck.html' title='Yuck Monday&apos;s Suck'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-3943139887951902697</id><published>2009-06-18T09:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:18:35.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Song in my head.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tainted Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Soft Cell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sometimes I feel I've got to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Run away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I've got to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Get away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;From the pain that you drive into the heart of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The love we share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Seems to go nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I've lost my light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For I toss and turn I can't sleep at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Once I ran to you (I ran)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Now I'll run from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This tainted love you've given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I give you all a boy could give you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Take my tears and that's not nearly all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh...tainted love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tainted love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Now I know I've got to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Run away I've got to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Get away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You don't really want IT any more from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To make things right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You need someone to hold you tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And you'LL think love is to pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But I'm sorry I don't pray that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(chorus...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Don't touch me please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I cannot stand the way you tease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I love you though you hurt me so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Now I'm going to pack my things and go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tainted love, tainted love (x2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Touch me baby, tainted love (x2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tainted love (x3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-3943139887951902697?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3943139887951902697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-53522205563654670</id><published>2009-06-18T08:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:04:25.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Trashed......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank Goodness today is my Friday.  I am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;flippen&lt;/span&gt; tired!  Yes I had a blast at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bachlorette&lt;/span&gt; party and you guessed it I got trashed!  When we arrived at the party it was two for one happy hour so instead of going for the two drinks I told the bartender to mix my two drinks worth of alcohol into my one drink.  And I was off the party had begun!  Susie looked amazing in her hot animal printed mini skirt and the decorations were great too.  We mostly just sat and drank so we were all pretty much trashed when we got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scavenger&lt;/span&gt; hunt list.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Everybody's&lt;/span&gt; list was different and instead of working on my own list, Theresa, Sheila, Staci and I decided to help Susie fill hers.  We had a ball going around filling these crazy list!  One girl actually found a guy to go into the bathroom and put his underwear on the outside of his pants!  I died laughing too funny what a pretty girl can get a man to do!  The one thing we didn't get on our list was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;viagra&lt;/span&gt;.  Now who in their right mind would A admit they needed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;viagra&lt;/span&gt; and B have it on their person.  About 10:30 I got a text from my hubby he couldn't sit at home without me anymore and headed to the Moon so Theresa and I went there and met our husbands for a couple of drinks and a couple of songs for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Karaoke&lt;/span&gt; and then we went home!  I was totally smashed!  So here I am today feeling really, really tired!  My own fault I know but dammit someone feel sorry for me. :)  Love all around my peeps!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The Will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-53522205563654670?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/53522205563654670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=53522205563654670&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/53522205563654670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/53522205563654670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/06/got-trashed.html' title='Got Trashed......'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-7648834871319824442</id><published>2009-06-17T09:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:08:29.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Paula Pooh where are you???????  We need to go shopping for leathers!  Come on sweetie map out some shopping time I want you to ride!  Any weekend you name it.  So tonight is bachlorette night.  Should be a good time, I am looking forward to the girl night out!  Kelly I am so glad you love DD's tattoo she was so excited to honor you in that way!  Now it is our turn!  Tim and DD will have to watch us get ours!  So Kelly you better be researching what you want because I think next weekend we should just do it!  Well peeps see some of you tonight!  Love all around!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought for the Day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To get something you never had you have to do something you never did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-7648834871319824442?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7648834871319824442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=7648834871319824442&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/7648834871319824442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/7648834871319824442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/06/hump-day.html' title='Hump Day......'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-5857420844254579351</id><published>2009-06-16T09:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T09:08:28.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning..... ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good Morning Peeps.  I had an awesome weekend.  Friday night I went to Susie's family Bridal Shower and had a great time.  She is so nervous and excited to get married!  Saturday DD, Tim and Kim and I ran around looking at tattoo shops and we ended up at one that did a tattoo for Tim of his four aces and DD got one in honor of Kelly for their anniversary.  This tattoo artist did an amazing job on both of them.  Even John will be getting one from him next Monday.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DD's&lt;/span&gt; is an ankle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bracelet&lt;/span&gt; tattoo that has Kelly's initials in a scrolled heart with the words 4 ever &amp;amp; always wrapped around the ankle.  It is beautiful!  So we enjoyed a full day at the tattoo shop but it was all worth it.  Sunday just did house hold chores and relaxed.  So all n all the weekend was a good one.  This week is going to be crazy.  Tonight we are going to see Julian's new baby boy, tomorrow night is Susie's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bachlorette&lt;/span&gt; party and then Thursday night we ride and then Friday I took the day off to help with Wedding plans.  Susie is getting married Saturday.  Sunday is Theresa's and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Seany's&lt;/span&gt; one year anniversary!  Wow what a loaded week!  Well Peeps gotta get back to work!  Love all around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Take life day by day not to waste it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-5857420844254579351?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5857420844254579351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=5857420844254579351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/5857420844254579351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/5857420844254579351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning..... ;)'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-1682365795662029436</id><published>2009-06-12T09:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:00:41.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Song in my head.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something To Believe In &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poison&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Will I see him on the tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Preachin bout the promised land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He tells me to believe in jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And steals the money from my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Some say he was a good man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But lord I think he sinned, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Twenty-two years of mental tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cries a suicidal vietnam vet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Who fought a losing war on a foreign shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To find his country didnt want him back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Their bullets took his best friend in saigon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Our lawyers took his wife and kids, no regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In a time I dont remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In a war he cant forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He cried forgive me for what Ive done there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cause I never meant the things I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And give me something to believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If theres a lord above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And give me something to believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh, lord arise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My best friend died a lonely man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In some palm springs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink1" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,1);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,1);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,1);" href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/p/poison/something+to+believe+in_20109933.html#" target="_top"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hotel room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I got the call last christmas eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And they told me the news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I tried all night not to break down and cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As the tears rolled down my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I felt so cold and empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Like a lost soul out of place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And the mirror, mirror on the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sees my smile it fades again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sometimes I wish to God I didnt know now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The things I didnt know then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Road you gotta take me home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I drive by the homeless sleeping on a cold dark street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Like bodies in an open grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Underneath the broken old neon sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That used to read jesus saves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A mile away live the rich folks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I see how theyre living it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;While the poor they eat from hand to mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The rich is drinkin from a golden cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And it just makes me wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why so many lose, so few win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You take the high road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And Ill take the low road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sometimes I wish to God I didnt know now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The things I didnt know then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And give me something to believe in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-1682365795662029436?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1682365795662029436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=1682365795662029436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/1682365795662029436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Come on fucking summer!  I am really tired of this weather when will we finally get some summer?  Last night we went out and met DD &amp;amp; Kelly for their 5 year anniversary.  WE had an absolute blast and I still made it home a lil bit after nine!  So I feel good today.  We had a new friend with us last night and I am sure Missy is still absorbing us and I hope when she is done she doesn't find us too crazy!  LOL  I ate dinner last night before I drank so that is why even 5 shots and 3 drinks didn't even get me drunk.  See girls that is why I rarely eat before I drink. Well peeps got to get back to work!  Love all around!  smooches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-6931524739288419687?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6931524739288419687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=6931524739288419687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/6931524739288419687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/6931524739288419687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-raining-again.html' title='It&apos;s raining again'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-3324924120799766099</id><published>2009-06-11T08:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:43:49.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost the weekend....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi all. Ditched water aerobics last night. I was starving and I knew Theresa had a trying day and so I thought I would at least get to see her for a bit since I knew she would need a drink. So we went down to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Moony&lt;/span&gt; and had dinner and then what we intended to be a couple of drinks go home at eight turned into coming home at eleven. We had no kids last night and I have been fighting a cold so I was not intending to stay out late at all. I had a great time got to sing a couple of songs and listen to few. I think the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Karaoke&lt;/span&gt; was a bit lame though. They are to start at nine and they don't. He has the music so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fricken&lt;/span&gt; loud you can't even hear the person sing. And all his groupies from the other bar they do this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Karaoke&lt;/span&gt; at follow him so that means you don't get to sing very often. I think it should be in order of the way they are turned in. If I am there on fucking time then our songs should be taken first not the yahoo's that walk in late. Oh well that is my opinion guess that is why I have this blog for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. So peeps I will see you all tonight looking forward to it. But...... I am not staying late! :) Love all around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-3324924120799766099?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3324924120799766099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=3324924120799766099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/3324924120799766099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/3324924120799766099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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dum, dum, honey what have you done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Dum, dum, dum, it's the sound of my gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Dum, dum, dum, honey what have you done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Dum, dum, dum, it's the sound, it's the sound...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah....Janie's got a gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Janie's got a gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Her whole world's come undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;From lookin' straight at the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;What did her daddy do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;What did he put you through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;They say when janie was arrested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;They found him underneath a train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But man, he had it comin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Now that janie's got a gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;She ain't never gonna be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Janie's got a gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Janie's got a gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Her dog day's just begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Now everybody is on the run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tell me now it's untrue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;What did her daddy do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;He jacked the little bitty baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The man has got to be insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;They say the spell that he was under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The lightnin' and the thunder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Knew that someone had to stop the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Run away, run away from the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Run away, run away from the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Run away, run away, run, run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Janie's got a gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Janie's got a gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Her dog day's just begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Now everybody is on the run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;What did her daddy do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It's janie's las i.o.u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;She had to take him down easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And put a bullet in his brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;She said 'cause nobody believes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The man was such a sleeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;He ain't never gonna be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Run away, run away from the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Run away, run away, run, run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Run away, run away, run, run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Janie's got a gunJanie's got a gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Janie's got a gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Everybody is on the run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Janie's got a gunHer dog day's just begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Now everybody's on the run (honey, honey what's your problem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;'cause janie's got a gun (tell me it ain't right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Janie's got a gun (was it daddys cradle robbin')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Her dog day's just begun (that made you scream at night)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Janie's got a gunHer dog day's just begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Now everybody's on the runJanie's got a gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-7578983407323425643?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7578983407323425643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=7578983407323425643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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all! Well I have been so bad this year with blogging I know. It seems like I have been uninteresting of late. So back to last week, Thursday we went riding to Glenrock to the wind farm. Have any of you seen the wind farm? It is really cool I wished the weather would have been better it was a bit chilly and actually after stopping for a drink and when heading home we got caught in rain. So when I finally got to the Moonlight that night I was soaking wet! Come on Summer I am tired of this cloudy, cool, rainy weather! Friday night we had pizza night and Kimmy and Marcus came by and sat on the patio with me &amp;amp; Tim. Saturday Tim and I got to go to a poker run. Too bad the wind was so terrible. We started at the RV place and I pulled a Ace of Diamonds, good start. Then we road up to the Mountain to that restaurant up there and I pulled a King of Diamonds. It was really chilly on the mountain. Then we went to Lots of Stuff and the cards went down hill from there I pulled a 2 of clubs. I didn't pull much better of a card at the Sunset either! So we didn't win the poker hand but we sure had a good time. We ended back at the RV place and listened to the band for a bit and then headed to the Moonlight to see any or all of my peeps that wanted to show up! Lucky for me most of all my peeps came out! I had a blast at the Moonlight. I had the sillies and I just relaxed an had a great time. I didn't even get drunk and still had fun laughing, dancing and joking around. We had a few good laughs like throwing the salt over our shoulder and me salting the hell out of Kim. Then salting Theresa's chair and she puts lotion on and is rubbing it in and says "why is there salt all over everything?" I just laughed of course she wanted to beat us! Well when I left the table on two occasions DD melt the bottom of my straws so I couldn't drink out of them. One of those times for the life of me I couldn't figure out why my straws kept floating to the top and wouldn't stay down in my drink! Too Funny. Then when Theresa left to the bathroom we decided it was time for silly picture opportunities. We have done bathroom silly pics before and since we haven't done them for so long we figured what the hell lets go! So we quietly snuck in the bathroom and DD climbed on the toilet to look over the stall at Theresa and when she went to take the pic her cell phone said "say CHEESE" then we both started laughing but you know the kind of laugh that is under &lt;span&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; breath so it sounded like DD was crying. So sweet Theresa not even looking up said "honey u okay?" and DD responds with "yes" and Theresa says "you don't sound fine." Our sweet Theresa! In the mean time DD takes two more photos and again we hear the famous say cheese while at this point Theresa starts blowing her nose which makes us laugh even harder! When Theresa starts to open her stall door I quickly shut our door and put my feet on the toilet and using my back against the door to hold myself up so my feet won't be on the ground. If Theresa happens to look down she would know my shoes for sure! Well we got caught she said we were mean bathroom people and she would never be nice to someone in the bathroom again!!!! It was all in fun and we had some good laughs, DD laughed so hard she forgot to breath a few times! Then are sweet little &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blue Genie&lt;/span&gt; didn't leave us without her entertaining side. The Song Janie's got a gun by Aerosmith comes on. Even though it is the second time it had this time was more funny. Apparently her and DD made up a dance while we were all on our way to Deadwood. So when the part Janie's got a gun and it make a pow sound Kelly is sneaking around the bar hiding behind all kinds of objects and people to pop up and stick out her pretend gun to the exact lyrics. At one point she even did a tuck and roll on the floor and came back up with her finger pistol. Then the other good part of their dance is when the lyrics say run away run away run away from this pain, they both run in place to the exact beat. So this makes me and John really laugh! Both my girls crack my ass up! Well after the bar Tim went home and me, DD and Kelly went to Taco Bell before calling it a night. We had more giggles on the way there and back we always have so much fun together! DD and Kelly spent the night at my house and I didn't get my ass out of bed the next day to say goodbye before they left! Launa came over on Sunday morning though before she went to work. She got to have coffee with me and see me at my worst appearance ever. I am surprised she didn't get up and run! LOL The rest of the day was mostly nothing went to the store and then Tim &amp;amp; I were a couple of couch potatoes! Well Love all around had a great weekend. Smooches!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Though for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass...it's about learning how to dance in the rain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-398727049830800788?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/398727049830800788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-3782232863390300071</id><published>2009-06-03T08:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:24:14.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Song in my head....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Get Rhythm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Johnny Cash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes a jumpy rhythm makes you feel so fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It'll shake all the trouble from your worried mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get rhythm when you get the blues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little shoeshine boy never gets low down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But he's got the dirtiest job in town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bendin' low at the peoples' feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the windy corner of the dirty street&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I asked him while he shined my shoes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How'd he keep from gettin' the blues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He grinned as he raised his little head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Popped a shoeshine rag and then he said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get rhythm when you get the blues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It only costs a dime, just a nickel a shoe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does a million dollars worth of good for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get rhythm when you get the blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sWell, I sat down to listen to the shoeshine boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I thought I was gonna jump for joy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slapped on the shoe polish left and right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He took a shoeshine rag and he held it tight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He stopped once to wipe the sweat away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said you're a mighty little boy to be-a workin' that way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He said I like it with a big wide grin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kept on a poppin' and he said again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get rhythm when you get the blues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get a rock 'n' roll feelin' in your bones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get taps on your toes and get gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get rhythm when you get the blues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-3782232863390300071?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3782232863390300071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=3782232863390300071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/3782232863390300071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/3782232863390300071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/06/song-in-my-head.html' title='Song in my head....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-5770099489341998774</id><published>2009-06-03T08:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:18:57.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump day again.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello all!  I know it has been a while since I blogged I have been so busy with work!  I had an awesome weekend.  I hope all of you did as well!  DD, Kelly and Kimmy came over and helped put up our new gazebo and plant flowers.  Yes I did plant flowers!  Thanks to my great friends and support group.  Kimmy and I went and bought all of them and then the girls especially my sweet Kelly helped me plant them.  They look beautiful!  I had a relaxing weekend at home and it was much needed to stay home and get all my house work things done.  I am always playing on weekends and then my home gets neglected.  Last night was my dance performance.  Thank you Kelly, DD, and my family for coming to see me, your support means alot.  Kelly I just don't think since you stopped teaching me that I actually feel I confidently know the whole dance!  So when I am up there dancing I am so concentrating on my feet and I forget to smile!  My husband said I look like a pissed off clogger.  LOL.  Oh well the smiling is secondary to getting my dance correct!  I hate month end at work lol because then I don't blog like I should be!  So..... with that being said I will try to be a daily blogger again!  Love all around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Remember always be yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-5770099489341998774?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5770099489341998774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=5770099489341998774&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/5770099489341998774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/5770099489341998774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/06/hump-day-again.html' title='Hump day again.....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-4055928599096611512</id><published>2009-05-26T09:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T08:57:52.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wishes.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi all :) I know it has been since last Tuesday since I blogged. Didn't do much of anything to exciting last week. Thursday night we went riding and stopped by the Moony for drinks and I ended up getting trashed! Thanks Billy "O"! Shots are naughty! Friday Night we stayed home and relaxed because Saturday night I new I was going to party my butt off! So on to Saturday....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saturday was a nice day my in laws and sister and brother in law came over and gave me wonderful birthday gifts. Around six o' clock Tim and I headed down to the Moonlight to party it up with all our wonderful friends for my pre birthday celebration! When we arrived my great friends all decorated the room! Dorie made lil crazy bitch signs all over the room using a pic of my tattoo, then there was a sign made of letters the girls had put together that said Michelle is a Crazy Bitch! The Cake and the table cloth said the same, lol Dorie you are so great! There was food that everyone brought and all of it was awesome! So Dorie and Theresa thanks for the party and all the rest of you for contributing with food and helping with decorating! The party was awesome so many of my beloved friends were there and I received beautiful and funny gifts. Theresa and Dorie got me the most beautiful Sterling Silver heart bracelet that Dorie remembered me eye balling at the mall, Paula sited me a beautiful poem and gave me a tiara, necklace and birthday martini glass I could wear and carry around, then Theresa gave me a bag of outrageous funny things (pics will follow later). Theresa gave me hmmmm let's see denture cream, fiber supplements, ginkgo biloba, medical alert bracelet, a bra for the dropping boobies, and the all famous depends underwear! Those underwear, bra and bracelet all got worn. The underwear might of ended up on my head and then on Dorie but they got worn LOL. I promise I will get the pics down loaded and posted soon. Scott Wesley got me beautiful Harley glasses and a Harley shirt, and I got many well wishing birthday cards. I re read all of them the next day and they were so meaningful it made me cry. I truly have the fucking GREATEST friends I sometimes stop and wonder how in the world I deserve them all! I am so over blessed it takes my breath away. We party our ass's off until a lil after midnight when I actually turned 40 and then cleaned up the decorations and got all the food put up and dived out. We took my sweet lil drunk Dorie home with us so she could use are spare room to sleep and everyone else headed home because some of us were heading to South Dakota the next day to gamble and party some more in Deadwood! I was so wired and excited I had trouble sleeping that night but I woke up about 6:30 am and got moving so we could ride the motorcycle to Deadwood following Theresa, Seany, DD and Kelly who were all driving in vehicles. We all left town about 10 am and it was brisk but I still was going to ride on the back of that bike no matter what because it makes Timmy happy! On our way out of town Kelly made a sign show me your boobies and flashed it at us we laughed and laughed then she flashed it at Sean and Theresa and of course Sean almost wreaks the car trying to show his boobies. Got to love our Sean! A little while later we see Kelly dart up out of her sunroof and flash us her boobies. Tim was like right the fuck on! Gotta love Kelly! Well when we were almost there I was loving the scenery but I realized I can't feel my hands luckily Theresa told Seany to pull over so I could warm up because I didn't realize I was so fucking frozen! Thank goodness for those heated seats in Theresa's new car! I almost fell off the bike because my damn legs were so frozen thanks to Theresa catching me lol! We arrive in Deadwood and we all decide to freshen up and get to drinking. Of course I had a lot of clothes to peal off and fix my damn skull cap hair. We gambled for a bit got a drink and then when and had some dinner we were all starving. After dinner we gambled some more. I came home with damn near what I left with and I think the rest of us did okay, no big wins but no huge losses either. I wanted to win that damn Cadillac then I wouldn't of had to freeze on the way home lol! Thank goodness I only froze the last maybe 45 minutes on the way back! We had an absolute blast in Deadwood, at one point we are all sitting at the bar in one of the Casino's and a very, very tall man walks in and someone had said man he is tall and then Theresa piped in it is Lurch.  Of course we were all laughing our ass off even if Lurch was still standing in our vicinity and most likely heard the comment!  So on our way down to the bar that had the party going on we just had to sing the Adam's Family song.  We spent the rest of our evening partying it up in the No 10 bar.  It had saw dust on the floor and a band that was unbelievable.  That bitch could sing!  And not only could she sing she sang all our favorite songs!  We were in 80's Heaven!  When the bar closed we had a bit of trouble rounding our DD up!  She was having so much fun that she wanted to continue partying but the rest of us were ready for bed.  Well maybe not all of us but for sure Kelly and I were.  On the elevator up to our room Tim, Theresa and me got on the elevator with a group of people and Theresa kept leaning on the elevator alarm I pulled her off it once and then when she did it again the guys on the elevator were like whoa baby!  I told hey hey you are just damn lucky she has all her clothes on!  LOL  We all made it to our room with out Kelly and DD.  So Tim had to go downstairs again and help Kelly round up our sweet drunk DD.  When DD reaches this point it is like hell getting her to go to bed!  Once they got her corralled she came up and had a party by herself with the ole porcelain GOD.  But hell it was all fun!  Memorial day we got up ate breakfast, then gambled somemore and headed home!  We all had an awesome time!  Did I mention before that I have the greatest friends?  Well I do.  We are more then just friends we are family!!!!!!  Thank you all for making this birthday the most rememberable one I think I will ever have!  I love you all from the soul!  Smooches babies!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-4055928599096611512?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4055928599096611512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=4055928599096611512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/4055928599096611512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/4055928599096611512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-wishes.html' title='Birthday Wishes.....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-1318603140535397780</id><published>2009-05-19T12:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:59:14.078-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well what can I say about a Tuesday????  Well the weather is wonderful!  Helloooooo Summer!  Suppose to be 91 degrees today woohoooo!  So what are all my peeps up to this fine day?  Tonight I have to make a bunch of handmade tortillas for a going away party tomorrow night and my fear is my kitchen is going to roast me!!!!  LOL  We haven't got the swamp cooler in yet the weather is quite unexpected watch next week it will be cold again.  Well love all around don't have much to say today ;)!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-1318603140535397780?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1318603140535397780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=1318603140535397780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/1318603140535397780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/1318603140535397780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday.....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-4244824587467800162</id><published>2009-05-18T09:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:27:26.584-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who in the fuck's Jenna???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friday night Timmy had to set up so we spend a quiet evening at home.  Saturday Tim worked all day and night so I had a relaxing day of taking my Jeep in for a new windshield (thanks Dorie for the ride :) ), grocery shopping, and then getting my nails done.  That afternoon when I am getting really bored DD texts me and said hey your spouse is working my spouse is working wanna mow the lawn????  Hope you all remember the drunk mowing the lawn story!  lol  So after I get my dance studio picture done DD comes over and hangs out.  I got a bucket of margaritas and she is sipping on a few drinks until our lovers come home.  Well we are all sitting on the patio when I start getting texts from a Jenna.  The texts is hey what are you guys doing, going out tonight???  I am like hmmmmm who the fuck is Jenna?  I ask Tim do you remember me meeting a Jenna and getting her number????  Well anyone that knows me well knows when I am drunk and a woman compliments me we become fast friends and I usually end up putting them in my phone only to later go who in the fuck is that???  I know I know pay attention right?!?  I even ask Dd and Kelly at this point anytime we been out did I meet a Jenna?  Of course smart ass Dd said ya it is probably some girl that said "hey you are a good dancer want to trade digits?".  Boy she knows me well.  haha  So DD &amp;amp; Kelly suggest texting her back to send pics of her partying after we have already exchanged two texts and I am still clueless and a bit embarrassed I don't recall someone that knows me and is so nice.  When the picture comes in we all really laugh when I say "Hey, isn't that Jennifer?"  So......  I guess I got her number one night and was maybe too drunk to type her whole name????  Who knows with me!  So when Jennifer texts me during all this and says I will give you some stories to use on your blog I felt like saying oh sweetheart you already did without even knowing it!  So Jennifer I hope you read this to see how really retarded I sometimes can be!  Sunday Tim and I had an awesome day.  Tim went out in the morning and took pictures of The Eli Manor Band for publicity stuff and then all of us went riding.  What a gorgeous day!  We rode to Glenrock then out to the Sunset Grill.  So I got a lot of sun and fresh air.  Sunday we found out about a couple of friends that were in a boating accident at Alcova Saturday, so if all of you could through in a prayer for them their names are Charlie and Alan.  Charlie was suppose to ride with us yesterday and it broke my heart to find out why he hadn't returned our texts.  So I hope they both have a speedy recovery and the other two persons that were injured that day that I don't personally know.  I hope all of you had a great weekend.  Love all around!  Smooches!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't drink and text!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-4244824587467800162?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4244824587467800162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=4244824587467800162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/4244824587467800162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/4244824587467800162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-in-fucks-jenna.html' title='Who in the fuck&apos;s Jenna???'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-1217492615729059620</id><published>2009-05-15T13:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:41:57.404-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Song in the birthday girl, Kelli's head</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;She's Country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Jason Aldean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You boys ever met a real country girl? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Talkin, true blue, out in the woods, down home, country girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;She's a hot little number in her pick-up truck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Daddy's sweet money done jacked it up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;She's a party-all-nighter from South Carolina, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;a bad mamajama from down in Alabama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;She's a raging cajun, a lunatic from Brunswick, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;juicy Georgia peach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;With a thick southern drawl, sexy swing and walk, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;brother she's all Country, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(shoot) from her cowboy boots to her down home roots &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;She's country, from the songs she plays to the prayers she prays, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;That's the way she was born and raised, she ain't afraid to stay, country &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Brother she's country &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;A hell raisin sugar when the sun goes down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;mama taught her how to rip up a town &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Honey dripping honey from the hollerin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Kentucky, getcha flippin kinda trippie like a Mississippi hippie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;She's a Kansas princess, crazy mother trucker, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;undercover lover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Thick southern drawl, sexy swing and walk, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Brother she's all Country &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(shoot) from her cowboy boots to her down home roots &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;She's country, from the songs she plays to the prayers she prays, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;That's the way she was born and raised, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;she ain't afraid to stay, country Nothin but country &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(Thick southern drawl) (Sexy swing and walk) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(Aw show 'em how a country girl does it one time now) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Brother she's country, from her cowboy boots to her down home roots &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Nothin but country Yea yeayeaaa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;She's country (shoot) from her cowboy boots to her down home roots &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;She's country, from the songs she plays to the prayers she prays, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;That's the way she was born and raised she ain't afraid to stay, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;country Yea she's nothing but country &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;She's all about the country &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;From the backwoods she's a homegrown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;, down to the bone, she's country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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Kelli&apos;s head'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-4596953787611293301</id><published>2009-05-15T09:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T09:37:17.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/Sg2E1XR3UGI/AAAAAAAABWw/ZrpOiEBUXgg/s1600-h/fall+pictures+069+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336067185820782690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/Sg2E1XR3UGI/AAAAAAAABWw/ZrpOiEBUXgg/s200/fall+pictures+069+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/Sg2EdEJLAWI/AAAAAAAABWo/nVGN63pERzA/s1600-h/kelli.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you.  Happy Birthday dear Kelli!  Happy Birthday to you!!!!!!!!!!  Happy Birthday Kelli!  Next year you will be hitting the big 4 0 lol, so maybe you will make a trip down here to celebrate.  These bitches in Wyoming will show you how to party because in Utah they have NO clue!!!!!!  :)  So wow how do I cope today????  I am here on a Friday and I am not hungover or tired?  How can I function it is totally out my norm????  LOL  Soooooo Timmy works all day long tomorrow and tomorrow night!  :( So my excitement is to get a new windshield and take my girls to a movie.  I am so sick of these fricken truck drivers that don't know what a flippen mud flap is!!!!!!!!!!!!!  $222.00 for a windshield that has been beat to hell by thrown rocks!  It has even chipped my paint! So hope you all have a great weekend and Kelli I hope your birthday is awesome!  Love all my peeps! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-4596953787611293301?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4596953787611293301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=4596953787611293301&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/4596953787611293301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/4596953787611293301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/Sg2E1XR3UGI/AAAAAAAABWw/ZrpOiEBUXgg/s72-c/fall+pictures+069+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-1576651214033516081</id><published>2009-05-14T13:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:11:17.765-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirsty Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hellloooooo&lt;/span&gt;! Not a thirsty Thursday for me this time! Tim has College graduation to photograph tonight! :( So I guess I will be thirsty at home! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wooooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hoooo&lt;/span&gt; Paula you are going to come over and plant my flowers???? Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kiddin&lt;/span&gt;! I will really do it! Okay Paula baby when you are not traveling the world we are getting your leathers and you are going to put a huge smile on Rich's face when our riding the first Thursday ride which happens in June! You will look like a bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;azzzzz&lt;/span&gt; biker woman and love it!!! Just had a nice lunch with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Zug&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Zug&lt;/span&gt; it has been forever since we had a lunch date it was nice. This damn wind is pissing me off though. Shit it can be summer anytime soon! Come on already!!!! I hate riding when the damn wind is blowing! Me and my hard contacts can't take it. Of course it will be a perfect day on Monday when we all have to work! Isn't that the way it works?!? So this is my last weekend of being out of the fun so next weekend we will party it up like Rock Stars! Well all love all around! kisses to all my peeps! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-1576651214033516081?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1576651214033516081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=1576651214033516081&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Save A Horse (Ride A Cowboy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Big &amp;amp; Rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Intro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;DUM-DE-DE-DUM, DE-DE-DUM-DE-DE-DUM, DE-DAA-DAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;DUM-DE-DE-DUM, DE-DE-DUM-DE-DE-DUM, DE-DAA-DAA-DAA-DAA-DAAAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, I walk into the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Passing out hundred dollar bills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And it kills and it thrills like the horns on my Silverado grill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And I buy the bar a double round of crown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And everybody's getting down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; An' this town ain't never gonna be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cause I saddle up my horseand I ride into the city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I make a lot of noise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cause the girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;They are so prettyRiding up and down Broadway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;on my old stud Leroy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And the girls say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Save a horse, ride a cowboy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Everybody says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Save a horse, Ride a cowboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well I don't give a dang about nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm singing and Bling- Blanging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;While the girls are drinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Long necks down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And I wouldn't trade ol' Leroy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;or my Chevrolet for your Escalade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Or your freak parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm the only John Wayne left in this town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And I saddle up my horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and I ride into the city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I make a lot of noise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cause the girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;They are so pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Riding up and down Broadway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;on my old stud Leroy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And the girls say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Save a horse, ride a cowboy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Everybody says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Save a horse, Ride a cowboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Spoken:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm a thourough-bred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;that's what she saidin the back of my truck bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As I was gettin' buzzed on suds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Out on some back country road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We where flying high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fining, whine, having ourselves a big and rich time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And I was going, just about as far as she'd let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But her evaluation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;of my cowboy reputation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Had me begging for salvation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;all night long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So I took her out giggin frogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Introduced her to my old bird dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And sang her every Wilie Nelson song I could think of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And we made love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And I saddled up my horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and I ride into the cityI make a lot of noise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cause the girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;They are so pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Riding up and down Broadwayon my old stud Leroy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And the girls say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Save a horse, ride a cowboy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Everybody says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Save a horse, Ride a cowboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What? What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Save A Horse Ride A Cowboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Everybody says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Save a Horse Ride a cowboy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-8851840280092161084?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8851840280092161084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=8851840280092161084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/8851840280092161084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/8851840280092161084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/05/song-in-my-head_13.html' title='Song in my head....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-1496763335442799985</id><published>2009-05-13T08:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:32:24.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well I am feeling a bit better my throat is still kind of bugging me still. I hate spring colds! That wind sucked yesterday, but the rest of the week is suppose to steadily improve. Summer is finally arriving. I am even going to actually plant flowers this year. This is funny at my house because as some of you might know I have a phobia about getting dirt on my hands or under my nails and I am not fond of gardening. I told the girls this year I was going to do flowers again and Brooke says to me "ya like you will take care of them!". She is right I will be good for the first couple of weeks and water them then after that my girls will end up doing it because they will notice the flowers wilting. I will get this done this year I have made that commitment but I know I am the type of girl if something fun comes up on the weekend I will not do house work or flower planting to go have the fun. I actually have a Mother that does the exact opposite she will have NO fun unless her house, yard, and car are perfection. Shit we are opposite I would never get to have fun because procrastination would ruin that for me!!!!! Oh well when I die no one will remember me for the clean house &amp;amp; car and the up kept yard! Like I always say I truly live my life by the seat of my pants!!!!! Paula thanks for the comment yesterday!!! We need catch up yes! Lunch soon! Hey and you owe me a shopping trip to buy your leathers remember you are going to try riding! Well love all around!!!!!! Smooches! :-*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Live your life your way and not someone else's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-1496763335442799985?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1496763335442799985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=1496763335442799985&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/1496763335442799985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/1496763335442799985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/05/hump-day.html' title='Hump Day....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-3972027392392098769</id><published>2009-05-12T09:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:37:13.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Smoozday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What is great about Tuesday?  Well it is a day off for me from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; that is a nice thing.  I am fighting a cold that began on Sunday so I am not feeling the greatest.  Going to take it easy all this week so I feel better by the weekend.  One good thing is I haven't been smoking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cigarettes&lt;/span&gt;.  I need to give those bastards up anyhow.  I cough all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flippen&lt;/span&gt; time.  So maybe here soon I will get some power behind me and quit the habit!  I know a few others in our group that need to do the same :).  Awwww everything that is enjoyable is always bad for you!  Hate that!  Well all love all around!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have&gt; &gt; or sleep all you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-3972027392392098769?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3972027392392098769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=3972027392392098769&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/3972027392392098769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/3972027392392098769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuesday-smoozday.html' title='Tuesday Smoozday....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-3241249191900852401</id><published>2009-05-11T13:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:05:22.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Song in my head....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I Love this song it is one of Tim and me's favorites, it is on my i pod and it is a song I love to play often.  Launa has found love in this song and so today I am putting on my blog for the second time.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Never Been To Spain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Three Dog Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Well I never been to Spain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;But I kinda like the music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Say the ladies are insane there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And they sure know how to use it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;They don't abuse it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Never gonna lose it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I can't refuse it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Well I never been to England&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;But I kinda like the Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Well, I headed for Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Only made it out to Needles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Can you feel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;must be real it feels so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Oh, feels so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Well I never been to Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;But I been to Oklahoma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Well they tell me I was born there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;But I really don't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;In Oklahoma, not Arizona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What does it matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What does it matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Whoa, I never been to Spain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;But I kinda like the music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Say the ladies are insane there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And they sure know how to use it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;They don't abuse it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Never gonna lose it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I can't refuse it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Well I never been to Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;But I been to Oklahoma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Well they tell me I was born there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;But I really don't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;In Oklahoma, not Arizona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What does it matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/05/song-in-my-head.html' title='Song in my head....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-2637591555368951332</id><published>2009-05-11T09:06:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:20:37.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back it up Back it up....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beep Beep Beep back it up rewind! Hi all I know I know it has been since Monday since I have bored you with my blabbering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. So...... Let's back it up! Monday night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt; happened, Tuesday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; went for a couple of drinks made it home by 9:30, Wednesday my daughter had a bad day so stayed home with her nice night so we sat on the patio, Thursday night....... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; this will need some space. Ready? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Here it is.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After running my daughter up to the mall Thursday night I decided I wanted to go to the Moonlight for a drink. Hadn't spent time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Launa&lt;/span&gt; for a while and since everyone was busy I figured Tim and I could sit up at the bar and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bs&lt;/span&gt; with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Launa&lt;/span&gt; and Kimmy. What I thought would be a couple drinks and home at 9 ended up being well you all know me by now.... We arrive sit at the end of the bar with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Launa&lt;/span&gt; and Kimmy then Marcus walks in, then Jennifer walks in and they sit with us and a guy I work with is sitting by us as well. At first everything was calm sorta boring there are no pool leagues going so it is pretty quiet and I am still thinking to myself oh shit it will be easy being a good girl tonight and making it home by 9 and only having maybe two drinks. I decide to put $5.00 it that too expensive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;juke&lt;/span&gt; box because I can no longer stand it with NO music. So that is when the fun started..... This young kid who has been sitting on the restaurant side of the bar sipping on coffee has decided to get up get a pool stick and stand on the old stage of the bar. I notice him through the glass divider right away and point him out to our side of the bar so everyone can enjoy the entertainment we are about to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;recieve&lt;/span&gt;. He is singing into the pool stick and dancing wildly like he is a rock star on stage at a concert. Now I always liked playing with dolls when I was young, so toying with this guy was like well having a real doll that I could manipulate into doing what I want for the sole purpose of my entertainment. I decided let's have fun with him. I decided to put in songs that would be totally entertaining to see him perform too like Wham's Wake Me Up Before You Go, I Touch Myself, and Beat It! Well he fell right into my hands performing all out with the dancing to match to those tunes. So we decided to get others involved in picking songs to watch our new found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;rockstar&lt;/span&gt; to perform too so we all decided on Britney Spears &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;OOOOPs&lt;/span&gt; I did it again. And you know we could 't let him dance by himself so Jennifer and I went out and danced with him. By this time all eyes in the bar including the dart leagues that were going on are watching this guy perform. By this time we are wondering what the hell does &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Launa&lt;/span&gt; put in this coffee. Well the next choice in song didn't work well for us he actually sat down when we played Abba's Dancing Queen. So after feeding a good amount of money in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;juke&lt;/span&gt; box to watch our marionette perform it was late and time to go home. We had good fun with this kid and we were never really disrespectful to him but I thought and I hoped that he doesn't go to another bar where some asshole would actually beat him up for being different. To each their own I always say. So felt a bit tired on Friday but not bad but we chose the order pizza sit on the couch night for Friday night. We had to run Brooke here and there and that was about it. Saturday we had a Mexican turning of age ceremony that Brooke was in to go to, I know the name of the ceremony but to spell it would be another story. Luckily I am Catholic because I just know from instinct what to do because the whole ceremony was in Spanish. It was beautiful though and I was glad I got to see one. Then Saturday night I had to work my last dance for the season thank goodness I am so tired of working 6 days a week! Poor Tim and Kelly have one more for the season which I am glad I am not helping with because they will work from 7 am until 10 pm. Fuck that!!!!! So I am going to make a mom &amp;amp; daughters day out of that Saturday. :) Sunday was Mother's Day. I woke up at 10:33 am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;WOWEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt; I NEVER sleep like that. I was just exhausted and I am coming down with a cold. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;EWWWWWW&lt;/span&gt;. So once I got the hell out of bed I decided to take a nice hot bath and that is when it came to me bowling, I want to go bowling! Ya and it is Mother's Day I am going to eat some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt;. I deserve one day off from this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;flippen&lt;/span&gt; diet! So I call up Theresa and DD and Kelly to go bowling thought it would be a nice family thing to do. So we went to Sunrise Lanes and DD, Kelly and their kids and Des and my kids all bowl a few games and Marcus and Tim had some beers and watched. We all had an enjoyable time and the burgers are pretty damn good there! Then after taking the kids home to do as they have planned we met down at the Moonlight for a few drinks. Theresa and Sean by this time had came down as well as John John so we ended up having a great time and of course when all are having a great time we don't want it to end &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt;....... Yes you might of guessed if you weren't with us we ended up singing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;karaoke&lt;/span&gt; at the American Legion. I need to take Monday off now and then to really enjoy that American Legion on a Sunday night. It is so much fun there and people that sing are so damn good! We get to hear a whole variety of songs. And this time was especially fun because most of the Moonlight's gang all came with us! So yes I am a bit tired today and a bit ill. But it was all worth it. Have I mentioned before that I have the greatest fucking friends and my life is really spilling over with JOY! I am blessed in family, my job, and my friends. What more could anyone want. So Love all around. Smooches. And yes I will blog everyday this week even if I am a total bore!!!! I have been off track and I am glad to know some of you actually miss when I don't blog. :) I do feel the love......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Count your blessings.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-2637591555368951332?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2637591555368951332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=2637591555368951332&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link 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you Launa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chantilly Lace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Big Bopper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hello baby, yeah, this is the Big Bopper speaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh you sweet thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do I what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Will I what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh baby you know what I like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Chantilly lace and a pretty face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And a pony tail hanging down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That wiggle in the walk and giggle in the talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Makes the world go round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There ain't nothing in the world like a big eyed girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That makes me act so funny, make me spend my money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Make me feel real loose like a long necked goose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Like a girl, oh baby that's what I like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What's that baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But, but, but, oh honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But, oh baby you know what I like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What's that honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pick you up at 8 and don't be late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But baby I ain't got no money honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh alright baby you know what I like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-1085451025189489099?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1085451025189489099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=1085451025189489099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/1085451025189489099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Hope you all had a great weekend!!!  It was much too short for me working these dances I really don't get much of a weekend!  :(  Well last week was uneventful didn't do much went down Thursday for a couple of drinks and then Friday night I guess that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eventful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.  We went on a poker run.  Boy did I get trashed.  Stopped by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Moony&lt;/span&gt; first then off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Karst&lt;/span&gt; then to the Horseshoe, Chatters, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Frosty's&lt;/span&gt;, then to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Taylors&lt;/span&gt; where I won the low dice hand.  A whole whopping $5.00!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; at least it was something right?  So after seven drinks and nothing in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt; I was hammered by the time we went back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Moony&lt;/span&gt; and then the VFW to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Launa&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; George!  So now I know why I do not go out on Friday night when I have to work Saturday night I felt like fucking hell and was not the least bit happy to work!  VFW was a blast though and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Launa&lt;/span&gt; signed us up for the song Chantilly Lace so that was pretty damn funny singing that.  You know the Big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bopper&lt;/span&gt; talks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; during that song so we felt all a bit silly doing that part but it was all in fun and good for a great laugh.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Launa&lt;/span&gt; baby now I know your song pretty well...  I love the way you love me.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Launa&lt;/span&gt; loves to sing that one and since that sweetie always sings all mine with me I thought I better learn hers!!!!   So back to Saturday, Tim finally fishes my ass out a bed about 9 am because we have to take his car in the shop and as I am walking my hung over ass out my bedroom her walks in Dorie's hung over ass wanting breakfast.  So we drop off Tim's Jeep and I fix a big ole breakfast for our hungover ass's!  So after breakfast I did a whole lot of nothing until I had to work that night!  Sorry my sweet Kelly that I was probably not much fun I felt like a piece of shit that night!!!  Sunday we just hung around the house because I still felt like shit.  Dorie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt;, Marcus, Big John, and Johnny all came by for a while to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;bs&lt;/span&gt; on the patio which was nice.  Sunday ended up being a pretty nice day out.  Kelli I know girl I will get pics of my leathers I thought about it one time on Friday night and then after all those drinks well......  I forgot!  :)So there is my crazy life hope all of you had a good one too!  Love all around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember no one has the right to Judge anyone unless you are God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-6435778021825824694?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6435778021825824694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=6435778021825824694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/6435778021825824694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/6435778021825824694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday-monday.html' title='Monday Monday'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-7410701998605885841</id><published>2009-04-28T13:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:15:12.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Song in my head......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Let It Rock Lyrics - Kevin Rudolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kovideo.net/submit/music/video.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Feat. Lil' Wayne)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Verse 1 : Kevin Rudolph)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I see your dirty face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hide behind your collar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What is done in vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Truth is hard to swallow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So you pray to God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;To justify the way you live a lie, live a lie, live a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And you take your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And you do your crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well you made your bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm in mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Because when I arrive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I bring the fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Make you come alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I can take you higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What is this, forgot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I must now remind you Let It Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Let It Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Let It Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Verse 2: Kevin Rudolph)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now the son's disgraced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He, who knew his father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;When he cursed his name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Turned, and chased the dollar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But it broke his heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So he stuck his middle finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;To the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;To the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;To the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And you take your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And you stand in line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well you'll get what's yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I got mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Because when I arrive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I bring the fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Make you come alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I can take you higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What is this, forgot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I must now remind you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; Let It Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Let It Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Let It Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Verse 3: Lil' Wayne)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yeeeeeaaaaah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wayne's world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Planet Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Panties drop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And the top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And she gonna rock 'til the camera stops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And I sing about angels like angela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Rock)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And Pamela(Rock)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And Samantha(Rock)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And TamaraAnd Amanda?-*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Im in here up like betch what's up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mechanic, me, I can fix you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I can lick you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I can lick you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Shorty we can go wherever just pick a town &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And the jewelry is louder than an an engine sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Big as rocks like on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dirty like socks that's on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Chorus:(Kevin Rudolph)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Because when I arrive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I bring the fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Make you come alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I can take you higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What is this, forgot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I must now remind you Let It Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Let It Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Let It Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Let It Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Let It RockLet It Rock&lt;br /&gt;Just Let It Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Let It Rock Let It Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Let It Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;et It RockLet It Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Let It Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Verse 4:Lil' Wayne) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm back like I forgot somethin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm somethin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Rulin' rock rubbin' rap runnin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Miles like I'm trying to get a flat stomach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Like Wayne the personal trainer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My aim is perfect I'll bng ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Period, Like the remainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Bridge: Kevin Rudolph)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I wish I could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;As cool as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And I wish I could say The things you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But I can't and I won't live a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;No not this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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head......'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-7790586339332362137</id><published>2009-04-28T12:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:06:06.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi all!  Well yesterday would of been my best friends 40&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday is she would of lived.  So Happy Birthday Stacey!  Well catch up now!  Last week was uneventful we went out for a bit on Thursday and had fun!  I have to be bringing my camera!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt; no pictures for a long time on the blog.  This weekend that just passed we had an out of town prom it went great but those damn things sure eat up my weekend!  So Sunday we went out for some afternoon drinks and as you all know me it turned into a midnight type of day!  We went to the American Legion, damn that place rocks!  I wish I could really sing so when I do get up there to sing I wasn't killing anyone!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  Yesterday I was crazy busy at work and hung over how fun for me.  Today is a gorgeous day!  This weekend Tim bought me a new leather set I can hardly get out and ride and show that shit off.  It is Harley's new addition to the line for this year only it is called wicked and to say the least it is wicked baby!  Damn HOT!  So maybe tonight a ride is in order if this weather cooperates that long!  Well I know I need to get better at blogging but shit we need some fucking excitement!  Well next big event the camera will be out!  Who will be the highlight of that night?  Any takers?  Love all around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Can't every day be a damn party?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-7790586339332362137?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7790586339332362137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=7790586339332362137&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/7790586339332362137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/7790586339332362137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday.....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-5201767468972339379</id><published>2009-04-21T11:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:25:56.434-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Song in my head and in my cd player!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ting Ting's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;That's not my name.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Four letter word just to get me along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;It's a difficulty and I'm biting on my tongue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;and II keep stalling, keeping me together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;People around gotta find something to say now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Holding back, everyday the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Don't wanna be a loner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Listen to me, oh no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I never say anything at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;But with nothing to consider they forget my name(ame, ame, ame)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;They call me 'hell'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;They call me 'Stacey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;'They call me 'her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;'They call me 'Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;'That's not my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;That's not my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;That's not my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;That's not my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;They call me 'quiet girl'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;But i'm a riot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Maybe 'Joleisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;'Always the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;That's not my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;That's not my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;That's not my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;That's not my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I miss the catch if they through me the ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm the last kid standing up against the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Keep up, falling, these heels they keep me boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Getting glammed up and sitting on the fence now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So alone all the time at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Lock myself away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Listen to me, i'm not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Although I'm dressed up, out and all with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Everything considered they forget my name(ame, ame, ame)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;They call me 'hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;'They call me 'Stacey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;'They call me 'her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;'They call me 'Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;'That's not my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;That's not my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;That's not my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;That's not my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;They call me 'quiet girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;'But I'm a riot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Maybe 'Joleisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;'Always the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;That's not my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;That's not my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;That's not my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;That's not my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Are you calling me darling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Are you calling me bird?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Are you calling me darling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Are you calling me bird?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;[continues with chorus overlapping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-5201767468972339379?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5201767468972339379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=5201767468972339379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/5201767468972339379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/5201767468972339379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/04/song-in-my-head-and-in-my-cd-player.html' title='Song in my head and in my cd player!'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-4550631933531384731</id><published>2009-04-21T10:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:58:11.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Out!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hot Damn it is finally nice out!  Love waking up to sunshine and birds chirping!!!!!  Well lets see Friday night stayed home :(.  When we have those dances on Saturday it pretty much wipes out your weekend!  Standing on your feet for 9 hours kind of does that.  So Saturday hung low and then worked the prom this was our slower one of them but still takes the same amount of time.  This weekend we will be at an out of town one so that one is even longer in time.  But Sunday we got to ride.  I am so exited about the weather we will be back on schedule with our Thursday rides.  Love those!!!  So Sunday we rode for a while then went to the Jazz Spot to hear open mic that was fun.  We were glad that Julian and John asked us to follow them over there.  Then we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt; back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Moony&lt;/span&gt; and picked up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Launa&lt;/span&gt;, George and Dorie and made an unexpected trip to the American Legion.  Had a blast but got home a little late so yesterday was killer and so was running last night!  The shit I do to myself I tell ya!  Love all around!  Smooches Peeps ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Live to Love, Love to Live........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-4550631933531384731?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4550631933531384731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=4550631933531384731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/4550631933531384731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/4550631933531384731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/04/beautiful-out.html' title='Beautiful Out!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-3237384165270926780</id><published>2009-04-17T08:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:24:29.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Door Mat....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well last night we decided to go have a drink since so many had asked.  And if I wouldn't of decided to go out I guess I wouldn't of got to realize that a person that I thought was a friend was just not a friend.  It is funny how in life sometimes you get that rude awakening that some people in your life are just in your life for what they can get from you, and when they are done getting what they need from you, you are disposable to them.  I sometimes wonder how people like that have a conscience and can actually live with themselves.  Well I guess I will never know because I do not use my friends or wipe my feet on them as if they were a door mat.  So sometimes I guess there comes a time where you have to brush yourself off and realize you learned a good lesson.  So everyone of you that are my real friends cheeeeers!  Love ya!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-3237384165270926780?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3237384165270926780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=3237384165270926780&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/3237384165270926780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148229131838769866/posts/default/3237384165270926780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/2009/04/door-mat.html' title='Door Mat....'/><author><name>~M~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17425999091206066161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWpUHwwFU9I/TVLbiFpXG7I/AAAAAAAABa0/1a_YYAGjRD8/s220/menewhair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148229131838769866.post-2620289986136385577</id><published>2009-04-15T09:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:01:42.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Song in my head.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hit Me With Your Best Shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pat Benatar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well you're the real tough cookie with the long history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Of breaking little hearts, like the one in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That's o.k., lets see how you do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Put up your dukes, lets get down to it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hit me with your best shot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why don't you hit me with your best shot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hit me with your best shot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fire away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You come on with a "come on", you don't fight fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But that's o.k., see if i care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Knock me down, it's all in vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll get right back on my feet again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hit me with your best shot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why don't you hit me with your best shot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hit me with your best shot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fire away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well you're the real tough cookie with the long history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Of breaking little hearts, like the one in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Before i put another notch in my lipstick case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You better make sure you put me in my place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hit me with your best shot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Come on, hit me with your best shot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hit me with your best shot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fire away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hit me with your best shot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why don't you hit me with your best shot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hit me with your best shot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fire away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148229131838769866-2620289986136385577?l=whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdoyoudoforkicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2620289986136385577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148229131838769866&amp;postID=2620289986136385577&amp;isPopup=true' 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