<?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-20320048</id><updated>2011-07-03T22:17:46.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cass on Cass an Autobiography</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-7572690053831315877</id><published>2009-05-31T00:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:18:00.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two years?!?!</title><content type='html'>Wow, I can't believe it's been so long since I've been on here.  So, in case anyone ever checks my blog anymore...I'm back...and will have actual posts starting in the next few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-7572690053831315877?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/7572690053831315877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=7572690053831315877' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/7572690053831315877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/7572690053831315877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-years.html' title='Two years?!?!'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-6629804705306250551</id><published>2007-06-19T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T15:18:37.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What else could go wrong</title><content type='html'>So, the last month or things have started to mess up a bit. First, our cooler under the bar decided to take a big ol' crap.  It's still running but not like it should.  Now, as of last night that is.  Our big freezer in the kitchen where we store all of our grill and fryer food has completely died and we need to get a new compresor.  F#$k!!!!! So, one of my brothers, I think it was, brought in their small deep freezer and mom had brought in her small one, originally for pizza stuff.  So anyway, they spent a decent part of yesterday afternoon, and last night moving all the stuff from the kitchen into the three other freezers.  What a pain in the ass.  And as much as I  hate to say it...thank god it was slow today, because we were digging for shit all day long...I mean, come on...how do you get organized when you have a whole menu of stuff that you use daily and have to split it between 3 different spots.  SHITTY!  Then, this morning, I was supposed to make some roast beef shit for meal site.  Yeah well, it was something I hadn't done before and didn't realize it was supposed to be put on by 7:30, so we scrambled to find an alternative for it.  It all worked out in the end for that...but damn.  And on top of all of this, sales have been way slow.  I am not sure what's going on but lunch is way slow all of a sudden.  It's starting to drive me crazy we could almost do it with just 2 of us and I don't like that at all.  So, hopefully we'll get things all fixed up and things will pick up here soon.  Hopefully it was just because it's finally super nice out that they are trying to get stuff done...or it's just way to hot out.  Either way, everybody cross your fingers that it gets better for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-6629804705306250551?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/6629804705306250551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=6629804705306250551' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/6629804705306250551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/6629804705306250551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-else-could-go-wrong.html' title='What else could go wrong'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-6737028247180832962</id><published>2007-06-09T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T22:34:23.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"the dullest read of our time," says the NEW YORK TIMES</title><content type='html'>If this really were an autobiography and had been published, that is what the reviews would say.  Nothing ever happens, the story doesn't even have an ending....barely even has a middle.  So, I decided that I should work on finishing the book.  So, it's back to what I call reality...most would refer to it as blogging, but you say tomato. &lt;br /&gt;I am now officially the  most nonboring boring person you know.  So, here's the story as to why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday night, Mickayla was spending the night at Noah's, Tammi was working, and her girls were staying with friends  and Darrin wasn't home.  So, there  I am bored off my ass.  Even though I should have been thinking "YES YES YES!!!  THE HOUSE ALL TO MYSELF"...but no.  I was thinking "Man this really sucks."  So I decided to go out.  Well, after Tammi got done working, she joined me down to friends and a bunch of us decided to go out to Don Elmer's.  That alone should tell you that this night would not be normal.  So, Stacy Pesik was really drunk and wanted to go to her place and Tammi was to follow, as were Cole and Vanessa after running to Cole's to get some beer.  So I took Stacy home and there we sat.  Finally I started to feel my alcohol.  Neither Tammi, nor Cole and Vanessa showed.  I don't know what happened to Tammi, but I found out that Cole and Vanessa got to Cole's house and forgot why they'd even gone there, so just went to bed.  They didn't know why they were there, because Sue had a houseful so they were going to stay at her house.  Anyway, there I am feeling drunk, trying to text people on Stacy's phone which is out of minutes and doesn't work.  So, I decided to go home.  Well, Stacy lives above Friends, so it was only about a 6 block walk home.  Anyway...I made it up to the courts and decided I was really tired...and didn't want to walk, but didn't have a ride either.  Then I saw it....a bike...someone left their bike parked against the fence at the courts.  *LIGHT BULB * I had an idea.  So, I hopped on this little bmx type bike and start pedaling.  Not really that easy on a small bike when you haven't ridden one in about 5+ years.  AHHH the relief, I make it home in record time, so it seems.  My walking in the door wakes Darrin.  And what do I tell him..."I just stole a bike".....I got quite the reaction.."WHAT!!!  WHERE!!!  WHEN!!!  WHO'S??????"  So, I told him where I got it.  And I went to bed with him laughing at me hysterically.  Who wouldn't find that funny (maybe the bike's owner).  So, I guess at 5:30 am, just 20 minutes after I got home, Darrin ran out, saw who's bike it was and flipped (so says Tammi).  Darrin had a friend return the bike a little later that morning for him.  It turns out the bike belonged to someone who would have assumed it was Darrin who took it and would have kicked his ass.  It belonged to one of the Nowalk kids...oh well.  Darrin knows the kid's sister and they are friends so no biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. I'm a bike theif.  I admit it.  One of the humerous parts of the story though.  That night, Tammi and I had been on his ass about his hanging out with kids who he knows steals and he needs to keep his ass away from these guys.  And then I go and steal a bike.  Oh well.  It makes for a story...I don't know if it's a good one, but it's a story none the less.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the story continues........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the next couple of chapters will be better and we'll get published yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-6737028247180832962?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/6737028247180832962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=6737028247180832962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/6737028247180832962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/6737028247180832962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2007/06/dullest-read-of-our-time-says-new-york.html' title='&quot;the dullest read of our time,&quot; says the NEW YORK TIMES'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-116320175702864956</id><published>2006-11-10T17:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:58.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's ALIVE!!!!!!  AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!</title><content type='html'>Phew, I had to check my pulse there...thought I'd died.  It's been so long since anyone has heard from or seen me, I hope you weren't planning my funeral and picking out the plot. "HEY!  No dancing on my grave!" *sigh* "bitches."   Anyway, before I go crazy with the pointless dialogue, I'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I bet you all have been wondering 1) where the hell I have been 2) why the hell isn't she posting 3) what's going on with Mickayla and 4) scratch #1, we only care about the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are you answers in no particular order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys, man you never wanna know how I'm doing...geez...it's always Mickayla...Mickayla, Mickayla, Mickayla.  I haven't been posting about her lately (see how I can continuously point out how much more you love her) because I have been busy.  busy, Busy, BUSY!  First of all, we bought the bar (process still) and I have been shadowing Nancy, plus I picked up extra hours there, because I need the money (getting awfully close to xmas), and on top of that I have been covering a lot of hours for other people.  Which is fine, except that I have not been home before bartime, except for this last Tuesday any night that I have worked there in the last month and a half.  Which is real fun when I have to be here at 8:30 and then back to the bar at 6.  Anyway..enough bitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickayla....let's see...Who is Mickayla???  Oh yeah, my daughter, I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's doing good.  Still in piano, still in dance, still in school, still saying no to drugs.  It's great.  So, I get her progress report for quarter 1 Wed, and it confused me.  A lot.  So, I asked her teacher about it at our conference on Thursday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, you need to hear this.&lt;br /&gt;Her teacher only grades them on three areas.  Social Developement, with one section; Language Developement, with 2 sections (so to grade spots); and work habits, broken up into 3 sections. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her grading scale is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;B- beginning: The child is working towards understanding.  Needs more time to develop the skill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D- developing: The child shows some understanding.  However, misunderstandings still occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S- secure:  The child can apply the skill or concept correctly and independently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you'd think that being that the social developmen includes: works and play courseously, cooperates with teachers/peers, uses positive ways to solve conflict, take turns/shares, sensitive to others, seeks only age appropriate adult attention....that she would be under the secure catergory...nope developing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm like ok...whatever, I disagree, but I'm not the teacher.  I go on to language development...this has got to be an S...no, and this includes: Participates in conversation, discussions, ect., demonstrates age appropriate understanding and use of language (receptive, exressive, so on) She got a friggen D again.  What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you get to work habits.  Ok, this one I automatically get...you all know me and Jake.    But the other thing is this.  She told me at the meeting last night that Mickayla is very very bright, however, she is not putting any effort into her work and is telling me that it is too easy.  The only way she gets it done is if I stand over her.  So I'm like ok...is she sitting by any kids that she seems to talk to a lot and they are just screwing around and talking rather than working and the teacher said no to that.  She said that Mickayla just tells her it's too easy and that it's boring.  Ok, great, so lets give her something a bit more challenging let's see if she tries it and does it.  But no, the teacher says that she needs to prove it to her that the material is too easy.  Even though she told me that Mickayla is very much on a higher math and reading level than the other kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, after the meeting and feeling like I didn't really get anything out of it, I talked to Tammi and she was like "well, did she show you any of Mickayla's work to show you what she meant" and she didn't.  Not really.  She sent a color book thing home that they did and then showed me like three papers where Mickayla started out getting everything right, even things the teacher didn't think she would.  And by the second page (three sets of two pages each) she would get one wrong (big whoop anyway) and she would just like stop trying is what it looks like...like she got bored.  Or like she'll get the "hard" questions right and the easier ones wrong.  It's weird.  So, I'm just going to get some 1st grade worksheets and see if she can do them.  Hey Beth W.  you got any to spare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-116320175702864956?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/116320175702864956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=116320175702864956' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/116320175702864956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/116320175702864956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-alive-aaaaahhhhhhh.html' title='It&apos;s ALIVE!!!!!!  AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-116102575772364761</id><published>2006-10-16T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:57.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Party Spot????</title><content type='html'>Holy Moly! I've got to wonder what more my parents (well, dad anyway) will get me into. So, sometime in the next day or two it will be official. We will be the owners of Dan and Nancy's. We will gradually transition me from here at the store, to the bar and I will be learning to run a whole new business. Yikes! During lunch today, Dan and Nancy gave me a little briefing&lt;br /&gt;on some day to day things that I will be dealing with and when she'll show me how to set up the menu for the meal site and all that.  I'm beginning to feel overwhelmed and excited as well.  My parent's are crazy!!!!!!  So, on that note on filling you in on what I know thus far, we have a new party spot.  Dan and Nancy's is the place to be during events such as the alumni tournaments, so why not every couple of weekends or so and on the holidays?  If you think about it, it's like mom and dad have expanded their basement bar right.  Which is where everyone seems to end up anyway.  For now, we are not shouting the word around town or anything and plan on making it a gradual thing since Nancy said she could stick around until spring or so until I feel completely comfortable.  And one very nice thing is that they are both happy that people they know are buying it and not some random out of state person who is going to buy it run it into the ground and sell it again.  Also, they seem happy and very supportive of me being the one to be "running" it.  Which is nice and will help me to feel more comfortable in the position.  I know this is probably a shock to most of you, if not all of you, but I hope you all support us in this new venture and I expect to see you all to come party with us at least once a year (that's all I ask).  For now, I don't plan on really spreading the word until it's even more official (as in me actually back there learning the rest of the stuff that I don't know).  But, it doesn't seem like it will be very long before that happens.  So, in ending, I leave you with this quote from a great philosopher by the name of Wayne Campbell "Party on!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-116102575772364761?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/116102575772364761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=116102575772364761' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/116102575772364761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/116102575772364761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-party-spot.html' title='New Party Spot????'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-116060737468962652</id><published>2006-10-11T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:56.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>asshole dogs and hospital visits</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know I give people shit about not updating and now it's been what almost two weeks since I did. &lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday was the most crazy day I've had in a while.  First of all, Monday night my dog got away from me and took off.  Well, I was tired so I said "to hell with you dog" and went to bed.  So, yesterday morning mom pulls up to pick me up for work.  Well, Fuck knob the dog sees us and decides to chase us downtown.  Well, we get to the store and guess what...he refuses to come in.  So, mom and I decide to have him follow us back to the house, so he's not bothering businesses and crap.  Well, he did just that, chased us back to the house, but again refused to go in or come to either of us.  So, back in the car we go...and the little asshole chases our car (I kid you not) for an hour.  And this dog can fly.  Only about 1/4 of the size of a normal dog...but about twice the size of Beeth's babies.  I swear he ran no less than 10 mph.  We drove at least 4 miles, by the time we decided to head out onto ff, he was starting to drag a bit.  We made it to the house just before Hofmeister's and the turn to go toward Tabor when he started to kind of walk.  So we turned around and of course he just stood there until one of us moved toward him then he'd run a further away.  Finally, he was so dead as tired that he laid down and I was able to walk up to him and he rolled almost completely to his back as if he were admitting defeat.  Now, can anyone tell me how you are supposed to exercise a dog who's idea of fun is to chase your car at 10mph for an hour...other than actually tying him to the back of my vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this was only the start of my crazy day.  The craziness just went on and on all day.  But it finally peaked when Tammi decided to make dinner.  Well, she had to slice the onions and stuff for it, so decided to use my brand new never been used Pampered Chef slicer dealioh, well, since she ended up finding a place to keep the nifty tool and decided to put it away and didn't put all the parts in the same spot, she didn't realize that there was a little safety tool thingy to help hold on to the food that you are slicing.  Needless to say, we had to make a run to the ER for her.  She basically sliced off the whole outside of her right thumb with the thing (she was making nice thick slices by the way) and the chunk she left behind included a small piece of nail.  If she were to show it to you at the right angle it would look like she's missing just the whole top half of that side of her thumb.  YUCK.  But I got to drive  :)  Anyway...before we left the house, the kids were freaking out, because the blood just wouldn't stop pouring out...and Darrin starts bawling..."YOUR GONNA BLEED TO DEATH, I'm gonna drive to the hospital, come on mom" and I was like "Waaaiiit a minute, I think I'll be driving her there."  he responds "WHAT IF YOU HAVE A SEIZURE!??!" at this point I had to stop and laugh, becuase what are the chances that at the exact moment of having to take her to the hospital that I would have a seizure...we decided to take our chances and have me drive, as darrin was sooo hysterical and I was very calm...that and he's only 14.  It would have been an entirely different story had I not been home.  It was a crazy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and before I finish this post I was told that I need to clear some things up.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am taking Lamictal...however, Jeny, and I don't know why this was your assumption, but no, I am not bipolar.  Lamictal was what my Dr. decided would be the best meds for my situation.  I was confused as to why you just assumed I was bipolar, since I don't really ever even have mood swings let alone extreme highs and lows.  And, please, instead of asking someone else what's going on, don't be afraid to ask me personally.  I'm not ashamed by it and have no problem explaining it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-116060737468962652?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/116060737468962652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=116060737468962652' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/116060737468962652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/116060737468962652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/10/asshole-dogs-and-hospital-visits.html' title='asshole dogs and hospital visits'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-115954659947649370</id><published>2006-09-29T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:56.091-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies, stupidity, and medication</title><content type='html'>Yeah!!!! I'm soooo excited to see Beeth and the belly!  Soon to be cuddly cute baby Sawyer.  I'm soo excited.  I love babies, and not only that, Max will be here too.  I love it.  But all this baby baby baby, makes me wish I had a relationship, because I want one.  I'm going nuts actually cause I get to see all these cute babies and none of them are mine.  I miss having a little baby around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of wanting a baby and relationship, I got asked out last Saturday night, and being the retard that I am, didn't give him my number.  How fricking stupid can I get.  Now, I will say that he was planning on stopping in to see me at Dan and Nancy's on Sunday while I was working, but he was also excited about redoing his 8 year old daughter's bedroom.  So, that is forgiven.  Anyway, so Monday after bowling Tammi wanted to go say hi to Cole's new woman, Vanessa, at Friend's.  Jason Skala was there and he came up to me put his arm around me and the first thing I said was "no, we didn't have sex, he just gave me a ride home" because you know that's all people think is going to happen when a guy and girl leave together after a night out.  Anyway, all Jason said was "it'd be a good idea" and I was like "what having sex with a guy I don't really know" and he was like "no, going out with him."  and I said "well he did ask me out, but I didn't give him my number, cause I'm a dumbass" and he says "write it down, I see him every couple of days or so...so, write it down."  So, I don't know if he's given it to him yet or not...but we'll wait and see.  Cause he was super nice and cute...AND...taller than me...YIPPIE!  But being the not pesamistic, but yet sane and seeing things as they really are.  I won't get my hopes up too much.  So, yeah, I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I go to my next topic,  I will not be joining my girls on Sat night after the alumni vball because Jake sent me a pair of concert tickets for my birthday.  But rock on for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah I mentioned medication in the title.  I am freaking out.  I just went to pick up my first full month of my Lamictal (I'm finally at the dose they want me at) and the shit cost me $237!!!!  Can you freaking believe that.  And my insurance doesn't cover it at all.  Plus lucky me all my medical bills are starting to come.  Luckily, my mom was with, so she covered this first month of meds.  But I have no clue what I'm going to do.  I refuse to let my parents (even if they want to) pay for my med bills and my perscription.  I owe them enough money as it is. I don't think I could possibly bring in anymore money than I already do.  Right now I work obviously my full time at the Ben and then I work every other Sat night at the bar and now every third sunday...but I may do every other and that will still be every fourth for the other two girls (I don't mind cause these would be, like sat night, the weekends I don't have Mickayla), plus, if they decide to let the girl who works the friday nights I don't have Mickayla go, then I will pick those up too.  And I'll be helping out every now and then on Thursdays during pool (when they play away).  So yeah.  I don't think I'll be seeing much of anyone except Sabrina and Beth W (cause of bowling) anymore.  Just thought I'd let you all know.  But if anyone has any great ideas on how I can budget all my day to day bills, rent, and now these new ones...I'm open to suggestions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-115954659947649370?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/115954659947649370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=115954659947649370' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115954659947649370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115954659947649370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/09/babies-stupidity-and-medication.html' title='Babies, stupidity, and medication'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-115835863955828817</id><published>2006-09-15T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:55.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedazzler People SUCK!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok...so I called about the Bedazzler twice today and the first time the lady told me that she couldn't believe that the guy would tell me a week and a half, because they were still on back order for another 4 weeks or so.  So I got irritated and asked to talk to her supervisor. Well, I got voice mail, so I hung up and called back...this time at least the lady wasn't a moron and was not rude to me...and she said that the bedazzlers were in, but it was the other stuff I ordered that were keeping my stuff from shipping....so she had the supervisor call me...so she is going to find out what is going on and call me Monday....thank goodness for a backup plan...but still...she did say that maybe she could get the bedazzler to me within a couple of days if I don't mind seperate shipping dates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-115835863955828817?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/115835863955828817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=115835863955828817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115835863955828817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115835863955828817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/09/bedazzler-people-suck.html' title='Bedazzler People SUCK!!!'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-115835291409486933</id><published>2006-09-15T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:55.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it's not scary clown or anything..but this seemed better since Jake is SOOO bad about updating he gets the evil scary boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-115835291409486933?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/115835291409486933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=115835291409486933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115835291409486933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115835291409486933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-its-not-scary-clown-or-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-115833868059727659</id><published>2006-09-15T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:55.592-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6 and Karate</title><content type='html'>So...I don't know whether to be happy or sad.  My little baby is going to be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; in 3 days only.  I can't believe it.  But it's sad...I don't know what to do for her birthday party.  I would have liked to take her and some friends to bumper bowling this weekend, but not only does Mickayla have Sydney Johnson's party to go to on Sunday...but Township Bowl doesn't have bumper bowling anymore.  So, I thought well maybe I can send out a couple of invitations to some kids that I know would probably go to her party even if we had to go to Reedsburg...however, now I have to figure out when to do it, because she is going to Sue and Steve's next weekend and I'm sure they have at least a little something planned.  Maybe if I talk to them, we can figure something out that I can get her for half the day on one day their weekend or something.  If anyone has any ideas let me know.  Or like if I were to just invite girls and do a sleepover or something do any of you have ideas for that????  I NEED HELP!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I just thought I would inform you all that I have joined Karate at Valarie's Self Defense in Reedsburg.  I am officially a white belt and will start going to classes next week.  So, just a warning to some of you for the next time we meet.  DO NOT CROSS ME, for I will kick your ass, as I will be a KUNG FU MASTER!!!   AHH HAA HAA HA HAAAAA!!!!! (Insert Kung Fu Master mouth moving delayed words here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really the reason I decided to sign up is because I needed something new.  Something where I was doing something active that I'd been interested in for a long time, where just maybe I could meet some new and different people, being that currently off all the people in Hillsboro I only have about 4 friends that actually live here.  Also, I felt that maybe changing things up will help keep me motivated to lose the rest of the weight and get in shape....besides, the instructor guy sounded cute on the phone...and was actually cute in person.  :) (Insert Drooling here)  And yes I think I can stay focused and not slip on my drool.  So YEAH ME!  for trying something new.  I'll keep you post on how sore and tired and just down right worn out I am after the first 30 classes (hahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one last thing...regarding the birthday.  I AM PISSED!!!  The bedazzler people told me that my purchase had been shipped and it would be here in approximately a week and a half.  That was on August 30th.  It is still not here. (GRRRRRR)...so thank goodness mommy had a back up plan.  But I still will be calling them to bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..have a good day..and love you all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-115833868059727659?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/115833868059727659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=115833868059727659' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115833868059727659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115833868059727659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/09/6-and-karate.html' title='6 and Karate'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-115781280629293692</id><published>2006-09-09T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:55.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonbloggers</title><content type='html'>Ok....for all you wannabe bloggers out there.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ALL NEED TO POST!!!!  What is the point of having a blog if you won't blog on your blog.  Blogger and I are getting very irritated with you blogs lack of bloggings.  SOOOOO, Sara, Beeth, Jeny, Nicole, Jake, and any of you other nonbloggers out there.....POST of face the scary icon consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You and have a nice day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-115781280629293692?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/115781280629293692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=115781280629293692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115781280629293692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115781280629293692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/09/nonbloggers.html' title='Nonbloggers'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-115781248321453913</id><published>2006-09-09T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:55.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>25</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I know a lot of you freaked out at the thought of turning 25.  And I never really understood it...we are still young and have a lot of life left in us...but in recent weeks, there have been a number of things happening to make me think.  Where is my life going????  There are the things that have happened, that I wouldn't give back for all the money in world.  But, I do have things that I thought would have happened by now...or at least I would be closer to having by now.  For example.  Do you realize that out of all of us in our "group" I am the only one who has never had a serious (like an actual serious, this could lead to something) real relationship.  It's kinda sad.  Oh, and I'm sick of the bullshit line...when it finally happens to you it will be the real thing or last forever and blah blah blah.....because, what do I do in the mean time?  Also, I don't do anything.  I like my job, but there are so many things I'd rather be doing....and quite frankly I love my family and friends here...but I am in desperate need of a change.  I'm sick of the only thing for a single woman around here to do is to sit at home, or go to the bar.  And in light of what happened 2 weeks ago, I realize...I have a lot left to do.  For example get married, have more kids, move (anywhere would be good right now), travel...I've never been able to do much of that, do crazy life on the line adventures....except sky diving, that is one I'll pass on, and do something cool like join a Tae Kwon Do class...but, instead...I stay home...wishing I had more single friends to do stuff with, wondering if there is actually anything going on around town tonight....but I'm not going to walk down to find out, cause there won't be a thing...and yeah it would be good exercise, but driving would be easier if I could...so I stay home and go to bed at 9:30-10pm on a Friday night....sad...the only thing that I have to do to keep things from being too freaking boring is working at the store mon-sat for the most part and at the bar every other Saturday.  Anyway....no need to comment, and I'm sorry I made you read all the way down before I mentioned this may be a boring self absorbed I'm so sad and my life sucks post....but you are my friends and you have to, cause that's what friends to put up with bitching. 25 in two days WHOOT!!  Oh, and for like the 3rd year in a row, my dad will be out of town on my birthday...and once again no party for me...one of these times I should get a bday party...cause I didn't have one for 18, or 21 either.  Remind me...for my 30th, I'm throwing myself a suprise party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-115781248321453913?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/115781248321453913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=115781248321453913' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115781248321453913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115781248321453913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/09/25.html' title='25'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-115756007299179601</id><published>2006-09-06T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:55.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boobs</title><content type='html'>Yes, I said it. Boobs, the incredible shrinking boobs no less. So as most, or all of you know...I won our little shrinking ass contest. Well, that moo la has left the building. I managed to buy myself some nice new stuff, mostly tops...but that's one of the main things I was needing. But regarding the boobs...now most of you know me for my boobs. But in recent weeks, they seem to be making themselves a little less in the spotlight. While we all know they will always be around...because like all good friends...even though you may not see them, they are there. The boobs made us take notice for real, last night as my mom and I were looking for a bra without bells and whistles (or no hooks or clasps or wire). As we were leaving, we decided the boobs looked like they needed a new friend...the old one was not as supportive as she once was. So new friends were purchased. These new friends, are not quite as big as the old...and maybe not quite as tough...but they hold her high so she does not fear falling....now that is true friendship and support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-115756007299179601?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/115756007299179601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=115756007299179601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115756007299179601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115756007299179601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/09/boobs.html' title='Boobs'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-115687027493944927</id><published>2006-08-29T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:54.881-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress, Bowling, and family</title><content type='html'>Well, as most of you know....this past weekend, was probably the most stressful weekend we've had in a long time.  Being that most of you know what happened, I won't elaborate...but I will say drunk drivers piss me off.  On our way home from Minneapolis, my dad was rearended.  So, being sane, he pulled over and started to get out to go talk to the guy.  Well, said guy zoomed off.  It's been awhile since I've seen Bob so angry.  It was crazy.  Well, needless to say that was the end of any spending the night ideas mom and I may have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling.  Man, we thought it would be just a great idea to start our own bowling team, since Sabrina, Tammi, and I all wanted to...you would not believe how hard it is to find two other bowlers.  No one we know who wants to lives in the area.  It's unbelievable.  But, we have two that are looking into it...hopefully we'll have a guaranteed 4 at least and then can just rotate 2 or 3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that Labor Day is already here...Jen is going to be here tomorrow evening.  Jake should be here like Thursday and then the whole Lansing clan (Westmoreland group) will be here at like 5am on Friday morning.  It's crazy!!!!  So, it may be a hectic 2nd half of the week and a crazy weekend.  But hey, I'm gonna see my family and I'm gonna hang with my girls...what more could I ask for.  Those of you coming home this weekend, I can't wait to see you.  And those of you not able to make it, wish you were able to be here and I love you all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-115687027493944927?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/115687027493944927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=115687027493944927' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115687027493944927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115687027493944927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/08/stress-bowling-and-family.html' title='Stress, Bowling, and family'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-115634460186065917</id><published>2006-08-23T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:54.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Honor of Jen Coming Home</title><content type='html'>TOP 20 REASONS WHY ALCOHOL IS BAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. you avoid elevators because the motion might make you puke.&lt;br /&gt;19. You can't figure out where you left your car last night.&lt;br /&gt;18. YOUR DOG IS LICKING YOUR FACE AS YOU LAY ON THE FLOOR OF YOUR LIVING ROOM AND SUDDENLY YOU REMEMBER, 'I DON'T HAVE A DOG!'&lt;br /&gt;17. it takes you an hour to walk a 1/4 of a mile&lt;br /&gt;16. you fall asleep with a beer in your, not spill a drop, and wake up the next morning and drink it.&lt;br /&gt;15. You have to report your car stolen, because you forget where you left it and then find it in your driveway&lt;br /&gt;14. decide that the toilet is not a good place to take a leak, and procede to try to piss on your friend's shoes.  (not I left this on the list because we all know guys who have done this....intentionally)&lt;br /&gt;13. Your mixed drinks taste like shots and your shots are the size of mixed drinks.&lt;br /&gt;12. Your favorite place to sleep is the bathroom, because of the cool tile floor.&lt;br /&gt;11. You claim that you "only smoke when you drink", but you have enough Marlboro miles for the Pool Table.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Suddenly, mooning a cop seems like a fun idea&lt;br /&gt;9. You spent Sunday night in jail for cow-tipping -- with your Oldsmobile.&lt;br /&gt;8. Worried friends call Monday morning to make sure you returned the goat.&lt;br /&gt;7. you crawl into the back of 'your' pickup to sleep it off---and the next day you wake up in the back of a stranger's pickup, in their garage, in a town you don't recognize.&lt;br /&gt;6. You have to fight off the urge to kiss everyone in the bar&lt;br /&gt;5. you spend twenty minutes trying unsuccessfully to start your car, only to realize its not your car you're sitting in.&lt;br /&gt;4. You try to pick up women ten years older with the line "Are you seriously thirty?"&lt;br /&gt;3. You look around the bar and realize you are the only non-staff there.&lt;br /&gt;2. you whistle your favourite march melody in the morning, expecting those little dwarfs to march out of your mouth and take along their hammers.&lt;br /&gt;1. You can't remember where you went last night or what you did, but you know you had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize that some of these aren't great...or are aimed at guys...but the sad part is sooo many of them sound familiar...either things that have happened to me or us....or guys we know.&lt;br /&gt;Besides it was fun and wasted some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-115634460186065917?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/115634460186065917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=115634460186065917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115634460186065917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115634460186065917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/08/in-honor-of-jen-coming-home.html' title='In Honor of Jen Coming Home'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-115619066896281357</id><published>2006-08-21T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:54.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Crickets</title><content type='html'>I don't really have much to say...but I thought I'd let you all in on my love for crickets.  Well, in case you didn't understand it from my title.  There is absolutely NO love in my heart for the little chirping bastards.  There is a cricket in the back room of the store, and he has been there for almost a month I think (unless he died and a new one showed up but what are the chances).  This stupid jerk just chirps and chirps and chirps...and as soon as it seems like I may be close to where he is, he stops...and I'm lost.  ARGHHHHHH!  All I can say is that if he hangs around much longer, it will come down to me attacking any little sound with a bat.  I'm just gonna go insane.  Mother F$#*ing little piece of shit cricket.  And yes, that is how I feel.  Taunting little jerks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-115619066896281357?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/115619066896281357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=115619066896281357' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115619066896281357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115619066896281357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-hate-crickets.html' title='I hate Crickets'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-115593064071657064</id><published>2006-08-18T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:54.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Weeping Willow Tree&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourceltichoroscopequiz/weeping-willow-tree.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a dreamer, and you're into almost any kind of escapism.Restless and capricious, you love to travel to exotic places.You are easily influenced by others, as long as they don't pressure you.You tend to suffer in love until you find that one loyal, steadfast partner.An empathetic friend, you love to make others smile and laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourceltichoroscopequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Celtic Horoscope?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-115593064071657064?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/115593064071657064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=115593064071657064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115593064071657064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115593064071657064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-are-weeping-willow-treeyou-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-115584487757388397</id><published>2006-08-17T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:54.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my brother</title><content type='html'>Well, at last I have something new to write about.  Nothing overly exciting, but it's new.  Snaker came home for a visit last night, and will be in town until Friday afternoon or so, before he runs off for a concert or something over in the Dells area.  So, today he met me for lunch.  It was nice.  I can't believe how much I miss him...well I can, but he's a brother, you'd think it wouldn't be that big of a deal...but we all know how great of a guy Jake is that it's hard not to miss him.  Anyway...we were at lunch and for some reason he's got this idea in his head that I just need to pack up and leave Hillsboro at least for a little while anyway.  It seems like lately when we talk he always manages to slip it into the conversation...like today it was...so when you work here you cook too, right?   and I was like yes I do.  And he says, "so basically you could take what you have for bartending skills and use it anywhere and make a living...like you could come out to San Diego for a year and work, just bartending at a place this size (dan and nancy's) and make 300 a day.  Which him doing this isn't a big deal nor is it suprising...the real problem is that it's something that I would do...but I can't just say ok Mickayla we are moving here for awhile to try it out and see how we like it.  There would be soooo many people here that would be upset with me for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-115584487757388397?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/115584487757388397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=115584487757388397' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115584487757388397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115584487757388397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-love-my-brother.html' title='I love my brother'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-115464097489053404</id><published>2006-08-03T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:54.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I deserve a raise!!!</title><content type='html'>Holy fricken cow!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I'm going over August's schedules and boy oh boy am I busy.  First of all...after my lovely canoeing outing with the Hubbard clan (and Hillsboro cement) I get to drop of Mickayla with my saviour Sabine for two nights while I venture off to Racine for our Spring/Summer buying show.  I get to leave at like 5 am on Sunday.  Then the 13th after Noah's bday party again we are off, this time to Minneapolis for a gift buying show.  Fun?  Yes....but takes up a lot of time...and causes me to work on my only guaranteed day off.  Then there are the fun days off.  Visiting Beeth and Bater for a weekend...and Jen coming home the following weekend.  Plus that weekend Jen will be home...so will a lot of others...including Jake the Snake...but still...all the traveling and working on the Sundays and the days that will be 9-9 I think that entitles me to a little extra...but it's just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-115464097489053404?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/115464097489053404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=115464097489053404' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115464097489053404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115464097489053404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-deserve-raise.html' title='I deserve a raise!!!'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-115462380856941535</id><published>2006-08-03T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:54.131-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What in the world.</title><content type='html'>Ok...I know I know, it's been almost a month.  I suck.  I got it.  So here's an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all...I couldn't tell you what in the hell is going on, but for some damn reason I'm more broke than those boys on the mountain (yeah I know stupid joke).  I'm not really going out at all and just wasting money.   I pay my bills and about 4 weeks ago, I missed an automatic withdrawal and have been screwed up ever since...I can't seem to get my shit in order...and the bank doesn't seem to have my statement...which I never got.  So, I can't go through and balance my checkbook and I haven't hardly spent any money...yet it's all gone...go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second....I have a question...and I know most of us discussed this last night, but I have to ask the rest of you.  If you had a daughter how old would she have to be before you let her shave her legs?  The reason I ask this is because Tammi let her 9 year old, only going to be in 3rd grade daughter start shaving.  I honestly don't get it, and wouldn't let Mickayla start until she's at least in 6th grade.  That's the year I started shaving mine...and really only because all my friends had started and I didn't want to be left out....now Mickayla is really hairy...but that's no excuse to let her start early.  Well, that happens to be part of Tammi's reasoning.  The rest of it, is because she thinks that Elena's bitchiness means that she is going to be starting period in the next year or so...but girls get bitchy...and just because she may start early doesn't mean she needs to completely grow up yet....SHE'S ONLY 9!!!!!  It seems like she's pushing her to grow up...which is not good.  So, I was just wondering if I was the only one who thought it was nuts or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third....and yeah, she may be pissed if she reads this, but oh well.  Would you tell your friend (or roommate) if you thought your kid was smoking and suspected them of stealing cigarettes from the roommate?  I know I would and that I would want to know.  Well, Darrin had been and she suspected it and didn't tell me...until I found out and was about to tell her that he had been caught...and she was like yeah I already knew and had suspected it before we went to MI over 4th of July.  And when they got home she was keeping an eye on my cigs and saw they were coming up missing...but waited until 3 weeks later to tell me...when I said something to her.  And she was pissed at everyone else basically...for not coming to her..and for butting into her business...and she basically told me that it wasn't really my business either...and I was like...I'm sorry...you may think it's not...but when he lives in my house and is around my kid..and there is a chance she could see him do it...AND he's taking them from me...I should have been told the second she suspected it.   What do you guys think????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I know that was a long as post...but I was way behind...and actually needed to rant a bit....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-115462380856941535?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/115462380856941535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=115462380856941535' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115462380856941535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115462380856941535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-in-world.html' title='What in the world.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-115326906962674915</id><published>2006-07-18T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:54.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile</title><content type='html'>I know I know....I haven't blogged in a long time...but I've been pretty busy running around and trying to get in shape. I'm actually doing pretty good with that by the way. Anyway. Just a little update to share with you all the cute little Bug. So I'm proud to announce, Mickayla Bug in 'You Are My Sunshine'...... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/mickayladance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/mickayladance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-115326906962674915?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/115326906962674915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=115326906962674915' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115326906962674915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115326906962674915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-115228830924238740</id><published>2006-07-07T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:53.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>911 What's your emergency</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday afternoon was well......interesting.  At about 4 pm, the cop flew by with lights and sirens on then pulled up and came into the store.  Asked our street address and phone, then procceeded to inform me that they had recieved a 911 call from our store. "WHAT!!!"    "MICKAYLA GET DOWN HERE NOW!!!"  So it turns out that Mickayla looked at a book...saw 911 thought about calling it....dialed the phone, realized what she did...and hung up.  Well, that was enough time to have the dispatcher send someone out.  I let Pat do the lecturing and man, we had some tears.  She cried and said she thought they were gonna take her to jail...and then blamed me and some other crap for about an hour straight.  Then got upset when I told Beth, then Sabrina, then my mom.  But oh well, that's what happens when you call 911 and don't really need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-115228830924238740?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/115228830924238740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=115228830924238740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115228830924238740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115228830924238740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/07/911-whats-your-emergency.html' title='911 What&apos;s your emergency'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-115220449134646735</id><published>2006-07-06T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:53.734-06:00</updated><title type='text'>today in the life of Cassie</title><content type='html'>Well, nothing much has been going on in my world lately.  Tammi and her kids left Wed....and won't be back until Monday the 10th, so that has been nice and will continue to be for awhile.  Bugsly was gone over the weekend.  She left Friday and returned actually a day early, last night at about 5 pm.  She went on a trip to Indiana with Grandma Sue to visit her Aunt Debbie.  While it was nice to not have to worry about daycare or feeding or just worrying about another person in general, I was starting to really miss her.  So it's nice to have her home.  My fourth was fairly boring.  But not real exciting either (lol).  I had Friday off, so I worked on the house a bit and watched a couple of movies,  Glory Road and Failure to Launch.  They were both really good.  Saturday I had to work, so that sucked, but Jeny had called and she and I and Lindsay went out Sat night.  It was a good time.  Especially since Linz even stayed until at least 1 am.  She was drinking apple martinis...so needless to say, she just disappeared.  At least she is so close to home, that I wasn't worried about her driving or anything.  Sunday, I once again had the day off...and I don't know if it was because I was a bit under the weather or what, but I had a tremendous hangover.  And of course, we had no pain reliever of any kind in the house...sooo finally at 4 pm...I worked up the nerve to go to the store and get some....then I went to the bar to see how Kim was handling it (she had been out too).  Grease and rapid release tylenol were my saviours.  Sunday night I worked on the house a bit more went on a walk with Jeny....then found a missed call on my phone from maybe 7:30...it was Sabrina telling me everyone was out to Cole's.  Well, by the time I talked to Sabrina it was already 10 and I had to work the next morning.  Oh well.  Monday I worked....had lunch with the gang....then Monday night I went out with Kim for a bit....Tuesday, I hung out at home...cleaned and did a little bit of painting...and some relaxing and that was about it.  About 7, I thought about heading to Kim's for the cookout she invited me to, but I was covered in paint and just didn't feel up to it....so I didn't.  Anyway....this is getting long.  And I gotta take Mickayla and Noah to get some food...they are getting hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-115220449134646735?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/115220449134646735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=115220449134646735' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115220449134646735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115220449134646735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-in-life-of-cassie.html' title='today in the life of Cassie'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-115160867390361978</id><published>2006-06-29T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:53.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busyness</title><content type='html'>Sabrina's post made me think about what I've got left to do this summer and I what I've done...and I tell ya...my summer has flown.  The driving to Reedsburg once a week seems to be helping it go by in a flash...I couldn't imagine if I had to go twice a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really done much so far this summer....cause we were busy with work and swimming lessons....we did however find time to take a day for just the two of us and go to a movie.  We drove to the Dells to see Over the Hedge.  It was really a cute movie...and then we drove the strip and stopped at a t-shirt place....she got a nightgown that has a picture of a dog with angel wings...and it says 100% Angel.  It's cute...anyway...after that we went out for dinner.  It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we have left to do this summer, however is a lot of stuff....so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to theMadison Zoo&lt;br /&gt;Go to the Madison Arboretum&lt;br /&gt;Go to a play or musical (she expressed interest in this when mom told her about APT)&lt;br /&gt;Go to Noah's Ark&lt;br /&gt;Swimming Lessons&lt;br /&gt;Dance Class&lt;br /&gt;Piano Lessons&lt;br /&gt;Learn to ride bike without training wheels&lt;br /&gt;Ride the bike trail&lt;br /&gt;Canoeing&lt;br /&gt;Jen Visiting&lt;br /&gt;Visting baby Baumstark&lt;br /&gt;finishing Tim's christmas present finally (lol, I'm an ass)&lt;br /&gt;Starting baby Wilbanks present&lt;br /&gt;clean the front room of my house&lt;br /&gt;Paint said room&lt;br /&gt;move stuff to new garage and mud room (when they finally get around to putting it up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is sooo much more...and I can't even think of it.  But the above are things that are a must&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-115160867390361978?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/115160867390361978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=115160867390361978' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115160867390361978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115160867390361978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/06/busyness.html' title='Busyness'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-115153267439113702</id><published>2006-06-28T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:53.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and Tired</title><content type='html'>What a lovely day this was.  Or not.  I'm starting to get sick...mostly a severyly sore throat and cough.  And I'm soooooo tired of my living situation.  This morning just a little tiny thing set me off...and I was on a roll...not letting anyone else talk to keep me from getting even more angry.  I'm to the point where I want to find another place to live.  I've kept most everything that really bothers me bottled up when it comes to Tammi and her kids....but I am at my breaking point.  Not only do they not treat their mother with any respect or consideration, but they don't show me any either.  It all really started to break down last night when Elena "asked me a question"....which was...."how come we have to pick up our stuff and you don't have to pick up after your self?"   EXCUSE ME!!!!!!  First of all I'm never really home to even have a mess and I was doing their dishes from that day....and if they didn't make the messes they wouldn't have to clean them up....and later I told Tammi about it....and she made an excuse for why she said it "Oh she probably said that, because this morning you left the ashtray on the table with garbage in it, and I had Elena throw it away."  First of all..don't make an excuse...call her in there immediately and say something to her...in front of me, so I know it was done...and most of the so called pile of garbage in the ashtray were wrappers from them anyway...and everyday I pick up their wrappers and garbage and blankets and towels...so on and so forth...oh and everyday almost, I have to put away the milk...how hard is it to put away milk.   Then Darrin got home last night and immediately started giving his mom attitude...cause one of his asshole friends came up and told him that his mom said he had to be home in 5 minutes or he was grounded and he came home pissed off....this shit the friend told him....not true other than the your mom said to go home.  And I even told him this...but he insisted on the fact that his friend wasn't lying at all....so what do I get to listen to for about 1/2 to 45 min...fighting and crying...and an almost 14 year old boy acting like a 10 year old girl.  And Tammi yelling at him and threatening to kick his ass...whatever...he can be such a prick...but she totally can't deal with it in a proper way....not ever...I've learned how to deal with him and get through to him....and I've only really known him 2 years...then...this morning....I ask Tori and Mickayla to let the dogs out...with Fluffy this means, one holds his collar while the other hooks him up to the chain (while the fence is out of commission)well, Tori hit Mickayla with the door, she lost her grip or something and Fluffy got away.  The next thing I hear is Tori....."mickayla you let him go, why did you do that"......."it was an accident, you hurt my wrist"...then some other talking...and the Tori yells  "you did that on purpose!!!".....great...the dog got out...but oh well...what can I do...I'm not even dressed yet....I call Mickayla so she can get dressed....and about 5 min later in comes Tori...."Mickayla let Fluffy get away"....and I was like "well I heard her say hit her in the hand with the door.."     "NO!"....."Yeah, it was my wrist." said Mickayla......"No I didn't....your blaming me!" (imagine this from Tori in a half yell, half whining voice.  I thump her on the head...stop it now! I say....Mickayla did even say anything to me...and from what I heard you were blaming her...cause I heard you tell her that she did it on purpose, so don't come in here and continue to blame her...cause it was you too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 10 minutes later I'm in the living room getting ready to fix Mickayla's hair and I hear Tori "Cassie flicked me on my forehead and I didn't do anything"....and Elena (who wasn't even there) then says yeah she did...really hard.  I stormed up the stairs...and I was pissed...and I started yelling and was like Oh Tori you know why I did it...and I didn't hardly even touch you....and you came in my room blaming Mickayla for letting Fluffy...and tried to tell me she blamed you when that never happened...and Tammi said something and I was like "I'm sick of your fucking asshole kids" or something like that...."I'm sick of how they treat me, how they treat you and how they treat Mickayla.  Every time I get after them they come running to you and you let them get away with it..." And Tammi was like "oh when I get after Mickayla she comes to you and tells you what I did...." (which maybe once she's done this Tammi's kids do it no matter WHAT I say) "and I was like so, what did you do to deserve it"...and she said that that is what she does...but if this is how her kids treat me...I doubt it...and I was pissed...I wouldn't let her even say 3 words....cause I didn't want to hear the excuses...and maybe I went overboard...but I'm tired of it....cause it's not fair to me....and I did say something to her about how she "handles" problems...because she's like when my kids treat you that way...you might not see it...but I take care of it....like with Elena last night...and she looked at Elena and was like "I got after you last night didn't I" and Elena said yeah....and the Tammi said "and what did I say if you ever do it again?" and Elena replied...."I don't know"   wow...she really handled that good...cause if she did...Elena would remember damn well what would happen to her if she disrespected me again...there is more to it...but I tired of it....and I just realized how much I have ranted and told about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of this long boring story.  Tammi needs learn a different method of getting her kids to be mature and respectable or I'm gonna kill them all.  Cause I can tell you damn well that Mickayla would never even consider talking to me the way Elena and Darrin and even Tori do...She'd be grounded from everything for a really long time....but...she wouldn't consider it even because I raised her right...and whether or not Tammi did the best she could in the situation she was in...it's time for her excuses for her assholes...I mean kids to stop.  And for them to grow up and get over the fact that they have to listen to me...and that they have to listen to her...and if they don't....Mickayla is going to learn from them...as she already has (because they have taught her naughty words, rhymes, and other things...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-115153267439113702?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/115153267439113702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=115153267439113702' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115153267439113702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115153267439113702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/06/sick-and-tired.html' title='Sick and Tired'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-115101723371912832</id><published>2006-06-22T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:53.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am terrible blogger</title><content type='html'>Ok...I know it's been awhile...but not much has been going on with me...other than the baby shower, and Sabrina covered that (besides I have no pictures).  So, today, with a little nudge from Beeth and something that irritates me...I am going to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just one of those things that makes you wanna poke someone in the eye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...so the girl in my last post does something on a daily basis that really annoys me.  It doesn't matter where I go for lunch, she HAS to know what I ate.  Ok, so it's one thing if I bring back food and she asks "oh what is that?  It looks yummy."  That is ok...I do that sometimes...but this is EVERY TIME...and even when I don't bring food back.  I say I'm going to lunch, she says...where are you going?  Even though it's always home or to Dan and Nancy's...nothing big...or she'll wait till I come back..."What did you eat for lunch?"  The part about that that is the worst is the fact that I almost always have the same thing for lunch every day...no matter where I go to eat it.  But today really irritated me.  I had to go to Madison for a Dr. appointment this morning...so I stopped by Qudoba and brought myself back lunch.  It was early so I didn't eat there (it was not even 11).  So I get back and let her know I'm here, but I'll be up in the office eating my lunch if she needs me.  She says..."oh what did you get" ....mmm...."taco salad"........"from where"....."a place in Madison"........"what place"........"Qudoba".........5 minutes later she comes up in my office....."what's in it".......*sigh*"lettuce, beans, corn, chicken with a mexican sauce, fresh mild salsa, sour cream, cheese, guacamole, and the taco shell of course" (note that she had to know EVERYTHING that was in it)....."oh........how much did it cost?"     WHAT!!!!!   I'm thinking what the fuck...who cares...it's what I wanted to eat so I got it...I eat Qudoba like once every 9 months...and it's not her business......"I don't know....I didn't pay attention"......"oh".....       I wanted to poke her eye out.....stuff like that drives me crazy...let me sit here and eat my damn lunch...it's not your lunch...I'm not going to share my lunch...so you might as well back off honey.  So there you go...there is an update into my fun and exciting life...annoying girl at work annoys me once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-115101723371912832?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/115101723371912832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=115101723371912832' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115101723371912832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115101723371912832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-terrible-blogger.html' title='I am terrible blogger'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-115029546046164200</id><published>2006-06-14T09:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:53.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not a very good boss</title><content type='html'>I've decided that I'm not really that great at my job...because when it comes to being the mean boss...I'm not very good at it. I have a hard time being stern and strict and telling them (my employees) "hey, this is how it is gonna work." However, this morning I was good...because I was mad, one of the girls was supposed to be here at 9, she left before me (I know this because she passed me) and I was running late...and I still beat her here by almost 10 minutes....as in she got here at 5-10 after 9...so I was here 10-15 minutes before her and I had to drop Mickayla off at Daycare....so I, without being too harsh, was like look, when the schedule says to be here at 9, that means 10 to or quarter to...and I know we've talked about this before...but your job when you get here at 9 is to open up, so there is no reason I should be the one getting everything ready...yeah, maybe if I have all my morning work done or sometimes just to be nice, I'll help open up...but that is really your job..that's why you get here so early....and I made a couple other points clear too....so hopefully she'll start doing what I say instead of acting like she only has to half listen to me. Which is part of why I have a problem confronting her in the first place...I don't think she really thinks that she needs to listen to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-115029546046164200?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/115029546046164200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=115029546046164200' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115029546046164200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/115029546046164200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-not-very-good-boss_14.html' title='I&apos;m not a very good boss'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114995676011235885</id><published>2006-06-10T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:52.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>My Dream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina and I were at work at Dan and Nancy's and Mark's family was there, well, it was Sharon Charlie, Mike, Erin, Jennifer, and Bob Bothe (only he was a black or black/middle eastern, with his voice, attitude, all over personality) and Bob wanted some new fangled type of beer that we didn't have...so he came back to look with no luck...then Mark came in got some food to go and left (even though Sabrina was working and his family was there).  Then Jackie Alikas brought in a pizza (I think it may have been Kwik Trip cause of the size) and had a slice and went in the back...well some guys came in and one asked if he could just eat the rest of the pizza and I was like sure and the other left a breakfast casserole there with one piece missing.  Then all of a sudden I was outside at the Labor Day Fair only it was held at the park area by the airport here in town.  Well, all of a sudden I was landing a plane (by the way there were like 30 planes at the airport too) and I got out and there were these two people who decided that they wanted to fly the plane and I was like "are you sure they can fly that plane they've never flown before" to some guy who I'm assuming was in charge or something...and he was like "oh they'll be fine"....then the people took off, the plane flipped one and a half times so it ended upside down and then crashed to the ground...I laughed and then was walking back into the bar and told everyone about it and started putting away foot long hotdogs...then Tammi woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a weird dream...cause first of all, why would anyone let someone fly a plane if they've never done it before...and why would I laugh when it crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's what the dream thing had to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airplane Crash&lt;br /&gt;To dream that a plane crashes, suggests that you have set overly high and unrealistic goals for yourself. Your goals may be too high and are impossible to realize. You are in danger of having it come crashing down. Alternatively, your lack of confidence, self-defeating attitude and self-doubt toward the goals you have set for yourself is represented by the crashing airplane; you do not believe in your ability to attain those goals. Loss of power and uncertainty in achieving your goals are also signified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does this mean that my weight loss and stop smoking goals I've set I should just give up on cause they are unattainable...and is that why I laughed at the plane crash in my dream...cause subconsiously I know that they are ridiculous ideas.  hmmmmm...I shall ponder this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114995676011235885?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114995676011235885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114995676011235885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114995676011235885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114995676011235885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/06/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114977671993941059</id><published>2006-06-08T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:52.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise</title><content type='html'>Sunday night I told Mickayla that she would be starting T Ball on Monday...and she was very very excited.  On Mon, she woke up at about 7:45am and sat right up and asked if it was time for T Ball.  I told her no, and let her know that she needed to get ready and come to work with me and after work, she would have T Ball.  She was her usual self "OK!" So we put on the clothes we were gonna wear to practice and left for work.  She helped me get everything set up and ate breakfast and then said "I'm going to go do my exercises for T Ball" I said ok and off she went.  She did her "jumps" whatever that means, running in place, and push ups.  When some else got her and I could go run my errands (bank, post office, dad's office, mom's) she decided that she wanted to stay with Grandma...I said ok and the next thing I knew she was asking if she could go exercise on the treadmill (to get in shape for t ball is what she said) Grandma let her.  Then I called later on and mom was giggling on the phone and I asked her what was up and she said Mickayla was exercising on the Total Gym now.  Too Funny.  And every 20 min or so she'd ask if it was time to go to T Ball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114977671993941059?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114977671993941059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114977671993941059' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114977671993941059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114977671993941059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/06/exercise.html' title='Exercise'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114960559054094153</id><published>2006-06-06T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:52.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>So, I've begun to realize that I'm going to be pretty busy this summer.  And I'm already starting to notice all that "the older your kids get" stuff that people talk about.  For example..."the older they get the more they'll want to be involved in" or "the older they get the less time there is for what you want to do" which the latter in my case is fine, since I don't really have anything that I really want to do anyway.  So, yeah Mickayla is just going to be in Kindergarten and I'm already changing my schedule around to be able to run her to the things she wants to be involved in.  On Mon and Wed, I leave work at 4:30 (after an argument with my mom about how I'm going to make up the time even though it is still an 8 hour day and there are a lot of weeks that I work over 50 hours), I believe it is Tuesdays at 10am, I will be running her to Reedsburg for a Jazz class....which I figure since she'll be taking ballet again in the fall it wouldn't hurt to let her try Jazz for a couple weeks during the summer but that breaks up my day from 10-12 give or take a couple of minutes her and there....then there are swimming lessons...now, I haven't signed her up yet (I'll do that this afternoon)....but those are everyday for like two weeks...now, I think Cindy takes the kids in to the pool for swimming lessons, but I'm not sure...so we'll find out.  While these three things may not sound too bad (cause they are not, and they will keep my little munchkin busy) I feel I may be running myself a bit ragged...  Oh and now, since mom and I were talking about it.....Mickayla has been on my butt to quit smoking and for her and I to exercise.....and I tell you what...having her around for that has helped.  So we will see.  Sorry for such a boring post...but I just thought I'd give you a little insight to my craziness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114960559054094153?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114960559054094153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114960559054094153' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114960559054094153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114960559054094153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/06/busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114910950852704655</id><published>2006-05-31T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:52.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Get with the Program</title><content type='html'>So I was looking at pictures today, trying to update my blog...and I realized every single picture I have was taken by one of you guys and sent to me.  So, I've decided that I need to think about investing in a digital camera of my own.  Now, thinking about it, I do have one, in the form of a video/digital camera....but that just won't do for nights out (being I'd have to set it up on it's tripod).  So, I decided to look and see what they had out there for cameras....MY GOD!  I'll have to take out a loan just to buy one...let alone any accessories that may be needed to transfer and print any pictures...but it's what needs to be done...maybe I can use Mickayla as collateral.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114910950852704655?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114910950852704655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114910950852704655' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114910950852704655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114910950852704655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/05/get-with-program.html' title='Get with the Program'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114865414693471203</id><published>2006-05-26T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:51.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Show New Addiction</title><content type='html'>So, now that American Idol is over, a new show needed to take it's place.  So, this summer we have been "blessed" with a show called "So you think you can dance".  Last night Bry and I indulged and it really wasn't too bad.  You get some of the retards like on American Idol that think they are the shit, but in all reality suck.  But there are people that are just awesome.  For example there was this 18 year old girl who has been dancing for a long time and was probably a cheerleader...well she did just awesome.  She has the body and the movement of a ballroom dancer.  Then there was this guy who dressed in camo and had a mohawk and looked like if he were a good dancer it would be as a hip hop dancer...well this dude came out and said he had a background in tap, ballet, jazz, lyrical dancing, and something else...and he did this lyrical ballet routine that just floored me.  Cause it was sooo not what you'd think he'd be able to do.  Anyway, my point is that the show seems like it may be a fun indulgence and should keep me entertained during the boring evenings of summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114865414693471203?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114865414693471203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114865414693471203' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114865414693471203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114865414693471203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-show-new-addiction.html' title='New Show New Addiction'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114856742391616281</id><published>2006-05-25T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:51.584-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst Mom on Earth?</title><content type='html'>When I opened my messenger this morning, the new story about Brittney Spears made me laugh almost. Is it really possible for someone to be this bad of a mother? Here is the MSN video and story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.msn.com/v/us/v.htm?g=4a071848-2543-4608-8e51-b8d3659dff66,31feca49-7ace-4361-b038-820fee142c66,394d0b8b-64e7-4745-9b7b-2ec6ffbf8db9&amp;t=s5&amp;amp;f=06/64&amp;p=&amp;amp;GT1=8199"&gt;http://video.msn.com/v/us/v.htm?g=4a071848-2543-4608-8e51-b8d3659dff66,31feca49-7ace-4361-b038-820fee142c66,394d0b8b-64e7-4745-9b7b-2ec6ffbf8db9&amp;t=s5&amp;amp;f=06/64&amp;p=&amp;amp;GT1=8199&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114856742391616281?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114856742391616281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114856742391616281' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114856742391616281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114856742391616281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/05/worst-mom-on-earth.html' title='The Worst Mom on Earth?'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114813778069482112</id><published>2006-05-20T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:51.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In regards to your comment</title><content type='html'>No Jen.  I did not pick that icon because of the whole gay reference.  And I do not think you are a lesbian.  I just liked the damn icon.  But, in hopes to make things right again, I have changed it.  Here's to you and hoping all is well in your world.  *MUAH*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114813778069482112?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114813778069482112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114813778069482112' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114813778069482112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114813778069482112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-regards-to-your-comment.html' title='In regards to your comment'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114813719649899192</id><published>2006-05-20T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:51.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>So, I've finally got pictures from my weekend. Thank you Sabrina. The only thing I'm missing are the horseback riding pictures from Rob. But I thought that I had enough for today without the horse pictures. So, I'll put those up when I get them. So here you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   Crystal's Graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Crystal_s_Graduation_011%5B1%5D%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Crystal_s_Graduation_017%5B1%5D%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                              Mickayla's Dance Costume&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Crystal_s_Graduation_023%5B1%5D%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Crystal_s_Graduation_026%5B1%5D%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Crystal_s_Graduation_025%5B1%5D%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                  Mickayla and Hannah &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Crystal_s_Graduation_032%5B1%5D%20%282%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Crystal_s_Graduation_033%5B1%5D%20%282%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What crazy little girls.  Gotta love them.  And Hannah is sooo cute.  Mike and Michelle should be very proud.  And it's so great because she and Mickayla love to play together.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114813719649899192?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114813719649899192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114813719649899192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114813719649899192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114813719649899192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/05/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114787604837158888</id><published>2006-05-17T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:51.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I've been waiting to post until I have some pictures....which makes me think that maybe I should have my own digital camera for situations such as this where I have to wait till someone else has time to send the pictures to me.  Anyway, I had a pretty good weekend.  I drove up to La Crosse to meet the Hubbards at Crystal's graduation.  It was a nice ceremony and it was nice to be there watching her graduate.  When I got home from that I was told to meet my cousin Tammi out at the bar, which I did.  I got crazy drunk.  Well, it wasn't soo much that I drank too much, but that fact that I was out until almost 5 am.  On Saturday I slept.  It was nice...and when I was up, I didn't do much.  In the afternoon I tried to get Mickayla to nap...and I was the only one who ended up falling to sleep.  This by the way, is typical.  Well, even though she wouldn't nap, Mickayla was crazy happy all night at Crystals party.  In fact she and Crystal did some singing and dancing together.  Watching those two dance is quite the site.  They both can move.  Later that night.  Grandma Sue had been having a great time and convinced Steve that I could give her a ride home.  Well, we didn't leave until almost 2 am.  It was fun though.  I really like when I get to just sit and hang out and talk with Sue.  Mickayla had actually passed out before it was time to go.  She had fallen asleep after a story and slept for about an hour and a half before we left the festivities.  She slept in on Sunday.  Mother's day.  What a fun day that was.  I wasn't sure how I was gonna feel since we were going to Nate's brother in laws on a family day.  Well, it turned out pretty awesome.  We all get along really well with Sue's family anyway so that was nice.  Also, Bob got his horses out.  When it decided that it wasn't going to rain for a little while, we went riding in his corral.  Well, that was Mickayla's 2nd time on a horse.  Her first time without someone leading the horse.  She rode...all by herself.  And man she did really well.  She steered him, made him go, made him stop.  She was totally relaxed too.  She wasn't scared even a little bit.  It was pretty great.  Anyway...I'll have pictures of the weekend soon.  Until then I hope all is well with all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114787604837158888?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114787604837158888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114787604837158888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114787604837158888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114787604837158888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/05/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up...'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114744753809677114</id><published>2006-05-12T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:50.621-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Cute</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I know I should have a picture of it up with this post...but that will have to wait until tomorrow or something.  Mickayla brought home her costume for dance last night.  It is adorable.  Their songs are You are My Sunshine for ballet and Rubber Ducky for tap.  So, the costume is a yellow leatard that has one shoulder strap and then one clear strap, and then there are like crushed rhinestone like sequins on the chest area.  For ballet they have a big yellow tutu...then for tap they keep on the yellow leatard and change into a skirt that is all like thick yellow string...kinda like a flapper fringe...then we pin yellow feathers to the shoulder and they pull on a little "sleeve" that goes from wrist to elbow that is yellow with that crushed rhinestone look on it....it is SOOOOOO CUTE!!!...I'll take a picture either tonight or tomorrow of her in it and post it for you all to see.  And, just in case any of you may be in town...or would like to be in town....Her big performance will be June 9th...at 7:00 pm I believe....I'll double check the date and time and let you all know for sure...but I'm pretty sure that's what the note said.  I know that Mickayla would love for any or all of you to come...and I would too.  But if not...I'll have it on DVD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114744753809677114?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114744753809677114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114744753809677114' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114744753809677114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114744753809677114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/05/too-cute.html' title='Too Cute'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114735668048031915</id><published>2006-05-11T08:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:50.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>American Voters Have Lost Their Minds</title><content type='html'>Well, American Idol voters have anyway. I can't believe it. How in the world can America vote off someone as awesome as Chris Daughtry (sp) and keep someone as lame as Taylor Hicks. I was reading and thinking about it this morning...and Hicks hasn't even been in the bottom two yet. How ridiculous is that they would vote someone off that seems to be able to sing just about anything thrown at him without making it sound like a cheap immitation of the original, but can keep someone who may not sound like an immitation of the original everytime...but sounds the same everytime he sings. I don't get it. I feel that now that Chris is off the show, even though I like Cat, whoever wins this competition will just end up being a waste of money. They will be famous for all of three days and that will be it. Well, maybe next year they'll get smart and go with the hot rocker guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114735668048031915?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114735668048031915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114735668048031915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114735668048031915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114735668048031915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/05/american-voters-have-lost-their-minds.html' title='American Voters Have Lost Their Minds'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114685832558733512</id><published>2006-05-05T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:50.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>It's a funny thing stress.  You can feel stressed out in even the most minor of problems....for example today.  I'm feeling really really stressed out, and nothing has really happened.  The worst thing of the day is that Mickayla got permanent marker on her new "sweat" pants...and the only reason that is a big deal is because this is only the second time she's worn them and they were more pricey than other pants like them because they are from her dance studio.  But on top of that she broke a glass jar and spilled my enitre bottle of water and a over half a can of soda.  So now, I feel stressed...like I have to watch her every move and try to prevent things before they happen.  Now, I know my kid is like me and really really clumsy...but come on....all four things happened within one hour.  Oh well...she goes to her grandma's tonight and maybe I'll get to relax a bit now. By Sun. I'll have missed her enough that her clumsiness will be forgotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114685832558733512?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114685832558733512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114685832558733512' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114685832558733512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114685832558733512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/05/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114666723617238090</id><published>2006-05-03T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:50.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Type 2: The Helper</title><content type='html'>2&lt;br /&gt;THE HELPER&lt;br /&gt;Enneagram Type Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Caring, Interpersonal Type:&lt;br /&gt;Generous, Demonstrative, People-Pleasing, and Possessive&lt;br /&gt;Basic Fear: Of being unwanted, unworthy of being loved&lt;br /&gt;Basic Desire: To feel loved&lt;br /&gt;Enneagram Two with a One-Wing: "Servant"&lt;br /&gt;Enneagram Two with a Three-Wing: "The Host/Hostess"&lt;br /&gt;Want to be closer to others, so start "people pleasing", becoming overly friendly, emotionally demonstrative, and full of "good intentions" about everything. Give seductive attention: approval, "strokes," flattery. Love their supreme value, and they talk about it constantly.Encouraging and appreciative, able to see the good in others. Service is important, but takes care of self too: they are nurturing, generous, and giving—a truly loving person&lt;br /&gt;(At Their Best): Become deeply unselfish, humble, and altruistic: giving unconditional love to self and others. Feel it is a privilege to be in the lives of others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114666723617238090?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114666723617238090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114666723617238090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114666723617238090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114666723617238090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/05/type-2-helper.html' title='Type 2: The Helper'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114666636559232294</id><published>2006-05-03T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:49.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CARE BEARS!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Last night was great!  Not only did I get to see Care Bears Live and do something cool with Mickayla that I never did growing, but I got to do it with her and two of my favorite people ever.  Beaner and Tito.  It was a blast.  We met up with Crystal at Pizza Hut and had some din din...then off to the La Crosse Center.  We had awesome seats....although I found out that front row would have been even better (kids there were able to hug the care bears).  But regardless we had an awesome spot.  We all were digging it.  Mickayla came home with some cool stuff like a t shirt and a care bear and a program that tells the story that they did on stage which is cool...so it's more like a book than a program...and Sabrina bought her a balloon while we were getting something to drink...On the way home was fun...Sabrina and I got to have a nice talk...which we always do when we are in the car together...and Mickayla ate some cold pizza...and I'm pretty sure she and I were both sick (and possibly Sabrina and Crystal too) from too much pizza and cotton candy....that shit's addicting.  Anyway...a great time was had by all, and of course my personal photographer got some great pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114666636559232294?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114666636559232294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114666636559232294' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114666636559232294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114666636559232294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/05/care-bears.html' title='CARE BEARS!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114659227987432372</id><published>2006-05-02T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:49.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!  That's Sad</title><content type='html'>So, tonight I'm going to be taking Sabrina and Mickayla to see Care Bears Live up in La Crosse tonight....HOW FUN!!!  It's so funny...it's a little kids show and I'm really excited to go see it...and spend a fun night with two of my favorite girls ever.  First of all it's been a while since Sabrina and I have done anything just the two (well three) of us.  Since our trip a month ago.  And also it's not that often that I get to take Mickayla and do something that is just sooo cool like this.  In fact this is the first time her and I have gone to something like this.  Now, I do think it is awesome to be able to spend time like this with my kid and my best friend...I just think...wow...this is sad...this is the most exciting thing I've done in a month.  While yeah I get to go out once in awhile (and could every other weekend) I don't...unless people are in town.  Not that that bothers me...but I don't even go to movies...for example...the last movie I saw in a theater was Piglet's Big Movie...sad...very sad...I need to just go...even if it's just me....which would be more sad...but anyway....I'm sooo excited for tonight...it's gonna be fun...and I forgot to mention that Tito is gonna come too...so it's just gonna be me and my girls...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114659227987432372?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114659227987432372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114659227987432372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114659227987432372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114659227987432372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/05/wow-thats-sad.html' title='Wow!  That&apos;s Sad'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114650204326640722</id><published>2006-05-01T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:49.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Because it's Monday or is this a sign that my May is gonna suck</title><content type='html'>Oh man oh man oh man...I have had the worst/weirdest day already and it's not even noon yet.  I'm beginning to wonder if maybe the planets have aligned in some weird way that it is interfering with me having a normal day.  First off, I overslept...and that gave Tammi's kids only about 25 minutes to get ready and get out the door this morning...oops (although that's how it is when there mom gets them around lately too, so no biggie)...about a half hour to an hour after they leave, I get a call from the high school (which was weird) but it turned out that it was Rhonda Peterson wanting me to come get Tori, because she had an ear ache...ok..now this girl has ear aches all the time...maybe she should have something done to help prevent them...but that's not my place to say/do anything about it.  Then I notice that Darrin's cat (well Mickayla noticed) had a seeping open wound on it's but on the outside by it's tail...so I locked him up at mom's so I could take him to the vet.  Turns out he got bit by another cat or something..ouch...so I get into work and what the HELL???????  The power is out...therefore we can't open...in fact the power was out all across downtown from Subway to Kwik Trip...ok whatever...so I took the cat to the vet...well, I had to stop for a house...yes, they were moving a house out on the road to Dr. Burch's.  How odd....I wouldn't think bringing a house from the direction of wild cat mnt. would be the best route but..who know...which made me think ...did they just turn onto this road after wild cat or did they travel over it....hmm...but where can you turn between Dr. Burch's and wild cat?? I'd have to drive all the way down there to see...anyway, I'm getting sidetracked.  So, I get the cat fixed up a shot of antibiotic and some pills to give him for the week and a bit of salve...I get home and I've been parking by my back door cause I've been moving...well it rained so I couldn't unpack my stuff...but anyway...I parked the car there again when I stopped to drop the cat off...well, I pulled up a little further than normal...and Fluffy must have dug a hole...well my car was stuck....Well, I was about to call Rob to come help me when I got a call telling me the power was back on...so I thought...ok..I'll give it one more try myself...and out I popped...so that was good.  Well I had $20 with me when I started this whole adventure (cause I was gonna get cigs at KT, then noticed they too were closed) and I stopped at the office and went to Subway to get breakfast...well my $20 was no where to be found.  AHHHHHHH!  So to make a long story sho......oh wait..it's too late for that..the point to all this is that I should just go home lock myself in my room and go to sleep until tomorrow.  It's just too bad I can't do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114650204326640722?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114650204326640722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114650204326640722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114650204326640722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114650204326640722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/05/is-it-because-its-monday-or-is-this.html' title='Is it Because it&apos;s Monday or is this a sign that my May is gonna suck'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114614686019221280</id><published>2006-04-27T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:49.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Not My Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/capt.ny14004270232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/capt.ny14004270232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!!! Another week another wanna be idol booted off. This week it was Kelly Pickler THANK GOD!!! It's about time. I've been waiting for them to get rid of her for about a month. I cannot stand her. Her voice was whiney...she's stupid...and I think sometimes she pretended to be more stupid than she actually was. Which makes absolutely no sense to me...I don't know if she thought people actually thought the dumb blonde thing was cute or what...anyway...she annoyed me every time she talked, so I'm glad she's gone now. Next week I hope it's either Taylor or Paris that get the boot. I'd actually vote for Taylor before Paris...she's irritating too...she's got that cutsie little voice that makes you wanna stuff a sock down her throat to shut her up. And, she thinks she's got it made in the shade just because of her family and who they are....ok...if you really are that good and your aunt is famous (or whoever it is that is) then you shouldn't need American Idol...let people who have no other chance to make it big get on the show. Grrr....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114614686019221280?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114614686019221280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114614686019221280' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114614686019221280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114614686019221280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/04/shes-not-my-idol.html' title='She&apos;s Not My Idol'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114591033127966055</id><published>2006-04-24T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:49.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Rash!</title><content type='html'>So my weekend was ok.  I didn't have Mickayla, so I rented Hostage the new Bruce Willis movie....it was pretty damn good...I spent the whole movie is suspense.  I recommend it if you are looking for a good suspense/thriller.  Then Sat morning I got a call from Nancy asking if I wanted to work with her that night...and since I literally had nothing else to do, I said I would.  Well, that was a damn good call on my part...since Nancy doesn't take tips, I made about 68 bucks.  Whoo hoo!  That made me happy.  Last night was spent working on my room...it's about half done.  Hopefully I'll get it finished this weekend (since no one else will be home), which brings us up to date.  This morning I get up and get around as usual...then call Mickayla to come get dressed.  She started complaining that she itched...and being the sensitive mom that I am said "well itch it then and get dressed."  She did and then came out to eat and I just went about my business getting her some oatmeal and getting myself ready and then sat down to smoke and wait for her so I could brush her hair.  Well when she came out I was like "WOW no WONDER you itch!!" She was covered on one half of her face, her back, her stomach, and her arms with a rash.  So I talked to my mom and decided I should take her to the Dr. since she hadn't had a rash since she was barely a year old.  We found out that they don't think it was a virus, because she didn't show any other symptoms such as fever.  So it must have been an allergic reaction to something...but what?????  She's never had this happen before...we didn't change anything such as soap or shampoo or laundry detergent...so the only thing we can come up with is maybe there was something in her bed that caused it...but again....WHAT??  Anyway, we wrote it on the calander saying how and when it appeared...just in case within the next couple of days to week she does develop a fever or something strange....because if she does the two things could be related...and Mr. North told me to give her benedryl every four hours for today....and it's going away.  So who knows...not me...but I would like to....I'd like to be able to prevent it from happening again....the only thing I do know, is that this whole thing has made me feel itchy all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114591033127966055?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114591033127966055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114591033127966055' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114591033127966055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114591033127966055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-rash.html' title='What the Rash!'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114556830544584838</id><published>2006-04-20T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:48.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Bother</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I don't know why I even bother trying to accomplish stuff. Today has been nothing but running from one place to another. It started with running Mickayla to school, then at about quarter to 11 I went to the office, then I went home to work on my room for a while. I then got back to work at a little after 1....at 2:30 I went to take something to Mr. Wolf, he was nowhere to be found. I get back to work at 2:40 and have to go pick Mickayla up from school. Now at 10 to 5 I have to take her to dance....then come back to work...sometimes I wish things were a little slower for me...or maybe that I only worked until 3:oo. Or maybe that I had a child care provider in home, like a nanny to do all the bug running for me. Oh well. I really would prefer the 3:00 day though. Maybe next year. Lol....it's a funny joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114556830544584838?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114556830544584838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114556830544584838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114556830544584838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114556830544584838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-bother.html' title='Why Bother'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114545712225561404</id><published>2006-04-19T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:48.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Old People Piss Me Off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHH!  I decided that I hate grumpy old people who are dumb on top of being assholes.  I just had an old lady call me, because she wanted to bring back a puzzle because she said it didn't have the right pieces.  And I told her that in order for me to refund her money, she'd have to either a) call back and talk to the owner or b) that I would have to look at it and see for sure.  And she was like "oh brother, that'll take you three weeks" and I said well that is the only thing I can do about it...and she was like "I was told that if it didn't work I can bring it back for a refund" and I was like yes, but I would have to look at it first..."you can't just take my word for it" and I told her no, that I would have to look at it first..."well I may as well throw it in the garbage".....so ok...if it really were that big of a deal, she would have brought it in for me to look at.  Which she would have had to bring it back anyway if she wanted a refund....but it's shit like that that just makes me think she wants to rip us off.  Get her money back just because she can't figure the puzzle out.  GGRRRR...plus I think this was the same lady that called about 45 min ago wondering why we only have holiday specific window clings and why can't we get just regular spring and summer ones....Man, I just dislike old people more and more everyday from working here....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114545712225561404?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114545712225561404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114545712225561404' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114545712225561404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114545712225561404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/04/stupid-old-people-piss-me-off.html' title='Stupid Old People Piss Me Off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114539762804278010</id><published>2006-04-18T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:48.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have the Coolest Blog in the Universe!!!!</title><content type='html'>Or maybe just amungst our group....and besides Sabrina.  With a little bit of playing around, I was able to add both music and picture to my blog.  This now makes me the coolest person ever.  I then shared my secrets with Sabrina who fiddled with hers to then show me how to alter size so that the placement of our new found coolness could be perfect.  I'm soo proud of us...and how smart we are getting just from having these blogs...we rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114539762804278010?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114539762804278010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114539762804278010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114539762804278010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114539762804278010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-coolest-blog-in-universe.html' title='I Have the Coolest Blog in the Universe!!!!'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114536987524910195</id><published>2006-04-18T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:48.201-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beth, are you ill???</title><content type='html'>This is my question...because you've been commenting on all our blogs...and I keep checking yours and nothing. Nothing at all. And the really sad thing....Jake even updated. Now we all know that Jake never updates and Beth normally is pretty good about it....due to this craziness I decided that either a) Hell froze over b) the planets are in some crazy alignment or c) the world is about to implode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114536987524910195?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114536987524910195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114536987524910195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114536987524910195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114536987524910195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/04/beth-are-you-ill.html' title='Beth, are you ill???'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114521921639259220</id><published>2006-04-16T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:47.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking, Easter, and Brynn</title><content type='html'>So last night (Saturday)...I got completely drunk. I mean really really drunk...everyone came over after the bars closed and I decided that I just needed to go to bed, so I left everyone there. Sunday morning, I first got a call from Jake McCoy. He couldn't find his keys and they were here. Shortly after, Cole and Nate and Sue and everyone got here for egg hunting. After egg hunting, we were all sitting in the kitchen, and out of nowhere Rusty showed up. Apparently he was asleep in the basement. No one even knew he was there. I'd even gone down there to find Jake's keys and never saw him. He called Jake to come pick him up and then he Cole, Jake, my mom, and other family, and I just sat in the kitchen and proceeded to have a bit of the hair of the dog. Well, the hair of the dog turned into at least an hour and 2 bottles of champagne (used to make raspberry bellinis). A little later, Rusty and Jake left, and we started to prepare for Easter. I took Darrin to change his clothes and to look for Fluffy, since he ran away. We found him and he chased us to Kwik Trip where he finally came to me. About 30 min later I got home and Rusty was here with Brynn to visit for a little while. Mickayla was soooo happy to see her. This morning, I was soooooo hung over that I came down with Mickayla to check out her Easter basket said oh cool to the stuff he brought her and went back to bed. Nice, mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are pictures of Brynn and Mickayla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Picture002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Picture001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my room is basically done.  I just gotta put stuff back.  I painted the two walls without window a purple color and did a double roller to make a sponge pain affect with two lighter shades of the darker color.  On the walls with the window will be my bed with the bed set that has the same purple has my walls in it....and curtains that match.  Nate hung three crown molding designed shelves on one of the white walls and I put a whole bunch of pictures on and around it.  On one of the purple walls is the painting that Jake got me for christmas.  And on the other painted wall between my closet door and my bedroom door I bought silver frames t0 do a "collage" of pictures of Mickayla from weddings she has been in.  It should be awesome when it's done.  Oh, and I'm getting a wool accent rug that is purple.  It is cool.  Hope everyone else had (is having) a great Easter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114521921639259220?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114521921639259220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114521921639259220' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114521921639259220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114521921639259220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/04/drinking-easter-and-brynn.html' title='Drinking, Easter, and Brynn'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114502366004255796</id><published>2006-04-14T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:47.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>So, I don't have much to say today.  I got to spend my day yesterday working on my room at the house...and it's looking awesome.  But I also got to spend a lot of time with my girls.  Sabrina, Sara, Jeny, and I met for lunch and then afterward, I took Jeny and Sara to see how far the house has come.  They hung out for awhile and Sara and Mickayla both took turns kicking my ass at playstation (dragonball z).  It is nice just hanging out.  I wish I could do it more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114502366004255796?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114502366004255796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114502366004255796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114502366004255796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114502366004255796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_14.html' title='...'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114485869589875166</id><published>2006-04-12T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:47.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Addictions</title><content type='html'>Ok, so last night I watched the end of American Idol...which we all know is my drug of choice.  But what I found out was that I LOVE House.  Now I'd seen a bit of it here and there, but never really watched it.  And I kinda liked what I'd seen before, but knew nothing about it, so didn't watch.  Well last night got me hooked.  Then after that was over at 9 I flipped over to NBC, where normally I get my Law and Order fix.  SVU is my favorite of all Law and Orders, but it had been replaced by Coviction last night.  And now I've decided that I am quite fond of that show too....so now I've gone from having a show on Sunday and American Idol on Tues and Wed..and then Thurs. night line up...so before that was 6-7 shows that I'd watch on a regular basis.  Well now it's Crossing Jordan on Sunday, 7th Heaven on Mon. (this doesn't really count cause it's going off the air), American Idol and House on Tues, American Idol on Wed, The Office, My Name is Earl, and ER on Thurs, and Conviction on Friday...not too mention the reruns of Crossing Jordan Mon-Thurs on A&amp;E, if I'm still awake at 10pm.  Yeah, so this is all the excitement in my life at present....and it saddens me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114485869589875166?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114485869589875166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114485869589875166' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114485869589875166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114485869589875166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-addictions.html' title='New Addictions'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114450768597223052</id><published>2006-04-08T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:47.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think??</title><content type='html'>Last night, Sabrina stopped by just as the show John Edwards Cross Country came on the telie.  Now I would hope that my friends out there who are up on all the hip shows and new shows have heard of this guy, he used to just be on a show called Crossing Over.  Anyway, the only difference is he travels from coast to coast connecting people with loved ones who have passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my question is this:  Do you believe in life on the other side, and do you believe that there is actually someone out there who can connect with them and relay their messages to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example from the show:  This couple lost their son when he was 16, he died in a car accident, he would be 20 now.  In John Edward's audience is the kids aunt and uncle.  John Edwards, without saying anything to make the people really think that it is their nephew, singles out the couple.  And starts off, well, at first he's talking so fast that the people don't even seem to be able to keep up to answer the questions, but you get the gist that yes it is their nephew.  John asks if the boy would be 28 now and they say no, 20.  Well, John says well, what is significant then about 28 or 29, or 27...and the couple was like no...nothing...and then realized that that was the date he died...And his aunt and uncle new nothing about the other kids in the car with him and John asked a question about a La Crosse player that was on the kids team named Louis (or something) that may be with the kid...and they had no idea what he was talking about.  Well, they later talked to the boy's mother and found out another kid had died in the accident a teammate named Louis.  The story goes on and on...with just some things that the aunt and uncle had no idea what he was talking about, things that were later validated by the boys parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ponder this and let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am inclined to believe that it is possible.  Especially in the situations where the death is sudden and unexpected.  Like the deceased feels the need to explain what happened so that the people left behind can be reassured.  Some things seem like they may be hokey...but a lot of it doesn't.  Thinking about it...somewhere along the line this must of really happened to someone in some way...because without stuff like this actually happening at least once, it doesn't seem like people would have ever thought of it as a way to make money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would say yes, for the most part, at least with this guy...I'm inclined to believe it, at least for the most part&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114450768597223052?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114450768597223052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114450768597223052' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114450768597223052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114450768597223052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-do-you-think.html' title='What do you think??'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114444500734017418</id><published>2006-04-07T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:47.157-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Shit, it did get sunny</title><content type='html'>Whoever thought that the weatherman would actually be right?  Well today he was pretty much dead on.  I checked the weather this morning and it said rain in the morning changing to snow late morning then after noon sometime it would clear up and become partly sunny.  It amazes me that they would be that dead on.  Rather, get it right in the first place.  I am now in a better mood just because of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114444500734017418?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114444500734017418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114444500734017418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114444500734017418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114444500734017418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/04/holy-shit-it-did-get-sunny.html' title='Holy Shit, it did get sunny'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114441860856166731</id><published>2006-04-07T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:46.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Success and Rain</title><content type='html'>Well, in case any of you were wondering...the program was a hit. All the kids were soo cute. The theme was broadway, the 6th grade kicked things off with songs from Bye Bye Birdie,  songs from Newsies were done by the 5th grade, songs from the little shop of horrors by the 4th grade, 3rd grade did Sound of Music, 2nd grade did Annie I think I'm getting these right, 1st grade did Mary Poppins, Kindergarten did Guys and Dolls, and the 4K sang songs from the Lion King.  The 6th grade girls choir sang On My Own from Les Miserables, Hopelessly Devoted to You from Grease and Be Kind to Your Parents from Fanny.  It was great, and at the end, all the classes sang On Broadway from Smokey Joe's Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain sucks.  It's been raining since early on yesterday evening and it is still raining.  I want the sun to come out.  I hate having to be out in this crap running from place to place.  And on top of the rain, we got about 30 min of hail...a piece of which pelted me in the nose.  Now I don't know if any of you have ever been hit in the nose with a chunk of hail, but let me tell you....it hurts.  So anyway, that's an update into my world.  Hope everyone elses day is off to a better start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114441860856166731?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114441860856166731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114441860856166731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114441860856166731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114441860856166731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/04/success-and-rain.html' title='Success and Rain'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114407668270360103</id><published>2006-04-03T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:46.538-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Program</title><content type='html'>This Thursday, April 6th, little Miss Mickayla will be singing in her first ever school program.  Yeah, I'm a little disappointed that they started alternating between Christmas and Spring, I'm still happy to know that the jr. K is involved.  The theme of the program this year is musicals or something like that.  Mickayla and her class will be singing two songs from the Lion King.  As far as I know, she is super prepared.  She sings the songs all the time.  And I do mean all the time and at random.  We could be sitting in the living room watching one of my shows and she'll bust into song...or while taking a shower, or tying her shoes, or whenever.  It's cute though and I can't wait.  My video camera is charged and ready to go.  I'm sooo excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114407668270360103?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114407668270360103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114407668270360103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114407668270360103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114407668270360103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/04/spring-program.html' title='Spring Program'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114383365826744896</id><published>2006-03-31T13:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:45.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Storytime</title><content type='html'>At the request from Jen, I will post a story from the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day: Friday March 24th or Saturday March 25th&lt;br /&gt;Time: Sometime after midnight I believe (but maybe not)&lt;br /&gt;Place: Vegas, The Monte Carlo Casino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina and I were hanging out playing slots, while waiting for Jake and Cole to return to the casino to meet us. We had noticed a roulette type of game (only not as cool) where you placed a bet on a money number and waited to see where it fell...it was only a dollar a bet, so why not...well the game sucked. Anyway, I had a couple of coins left, so even though Jake and Cole were already there, I decided to use the rest. Anyway, while we are standing there, we hear people laughing as they walk by us, so we turn to see what is causing such a spectacle. Well, across the aisle from us was a grouping of slot machines and on the floor next to one of the rows was a man, all curled up and sleeping. We stood there laughing at him while the security guards tried to rouse him from his slumber. When they were able to wake him, one security guard told him "sir, maybe you should go up to bed" the man then replied "I am in my bed" and then slumped down into the seat in front of the slot. It was really quite funny and Jake has a good picture of him sleeping on the floor (i'll see if he will send it to me) but for now, here is the one that he took with my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Picture00339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing funnier than a drunk man passing out in public.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114383365826744896?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114383365826744896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114383365826744896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114383365826744896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114383365826744896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/03/storytime_31.html' title='Storytime'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114382240702756356</id><published>2006-03-31T10:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:45.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Grindstone</title><content type='html'>We returned home yesterday morning at 8:30 am.  Well, that's when we got into Hillsboro.  I actually did not get home until about 10, after stopping and seeing my parents at work.  I got about 4 hours sleep, then got dressed and went to pick up Mickayla.  Even though I know she was super happy to have me home, she seemed more interested in seeing her suprise from the trip.  Well, lets face it.  It's me, and I go nuts, especially when it comes to buying stuff for my kid.  She got tons of stuff.  But her favorite and mine was the large stuffed manta ray.  I told her it was a bat ray...but it could be a sting ray...who knows, and it doesn't really matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I was happy to be home for, was her losing of another tooth.  We popped it out last night.  I'm glad I didn't miss that.  I love that stuff.  It's what being a parent is all about.  Those little things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I'm back to work...and actually have stuff to do.  Not that I don't ever have stuff to do, but I was worried that I'd come back and everything would be done and then my first day back would drag on and on and on and on....it still might, but so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the real world.  I'm happy to be home, but man oh man do I love it out in CA.  It won't be too long before I'm planning another vacation to go out there...but when that happens, I'll be taking Mickayla with me so she can do all the fun stuff like going to the Zoo and the aquarium and maybe even the boardwalk (she did mention wanting to go to the beach).  Until then I'll just sit here and wish for it to stop raining and warm up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114382240702756356?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114382240702756356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114382240702756356' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114382240702756356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114382240702756356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/03/back-to-grindstone.html' title='Back to the Grindstone'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114368564072737269</id><published>2006-03-29T20:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:44.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Home</title><content type='html'>So, I don't have any pictures to post, because those are all on Sabrina's blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I'd give you all a quick update.  It is 6:20pm in San Diego and Jake will be returning home for us to all go grab a final bite to eat before he takes us to the airport.  Our flight leaves tonight at 11pm, so 1am Wisconsin time.  It has been a lot of fun, but as we all know, it has to end sometime.  I'm really going to miss it here and miss Jake (even though I didn't spend that much time with him really).  Sabrina and I had a blast up in San Francisco and our little inn, The Queen Anne.  But, no more time to post, got to go pick up the Snake.  See you all when I get back Thurs afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114368564072737269?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114368564072737269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114368564072737269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114368564072737269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114368564072737269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/03/coming-home.html' title='Coming Home'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114323026910373871</id><published>2006-03-24T13:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:44.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where we are now</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I know that you guys have been keeping up with our trip on Sabrina's blog and there really is no reason to even check mine, since she takes all the pictures. However I'm gonna post anyway. I am stealing some of her pictures while she is showering...(don't tell her that I did this). So, before we head off to Vegas *checking watch* which is in about an hour, I thought I"d put up some pictures that you haven't seen on Sabrina's blog. So here they are....(sorry I can't beat the rhino picture, but I pointed it out so the picture could be taken)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/Picture%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Picture%20010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           Alice wishing me well on our trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/Picture%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Picture%20028.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     My favorite picture from the airplane&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/Picture%20067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Picture%20067.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          Cole looking like his monkey head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/Picture%20071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Picture%20071.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               Sabrina roaring like her lion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/Picture%20068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Picture%20068.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            And I know you all are thinking "what the hell"&lt;br /&gt;                                            but how else would you make like a panda?  All&lt;br /&gt;                                        they do is sit around looking cute while eating bamboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all for now, cause all of a sudden, I'm being told to hurry up.  So, see ya all later...We're off to Vegas!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114323026910373871?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114323026910373871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114323026910373871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114323026910373871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114323026910373871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/03/where-we-are-now.html' title='Where we are now'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114296338797100208</id><published>2006-03-21T11:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:44.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Till We Meet Again</title><content type='html'>Start spreading the news...da da dada da....I'm leaving today...da da dadada...&lt;br /&gt;So, here is how much I'll miss all of you my dear friends -------------------------------------- (this is my arms stretched as far as they'll go) While I'm out soakin' up the sun, remember this one thing....I may or may not be thinking of you. It just depends on how much time I take to think of things other than what I'm doing at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought I'd leave you all with a picture and a thought. Although she may look as cute as pie in this picture, these are the sunglasses that I'd picture Alex Heding wearing with his brown jump suit and beanie. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/bugeyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/bugeyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me.  What do you think??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114296338797100208?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114296338797100208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114296338797100208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114296338797100208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114296338797100208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/03/till-we-meet-again.html' title='Till We Meet Again'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114269540594958944</id><published>2006-03-18T09:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:43.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN'T WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Only 4 more days until we will be soaking up the sun in California.  Their weather forecast calls for around 60 some degrees on Wed. and Thursday and I'm excited.  I'll be living it up with my girl Sabrina on a well deserved vacation.  Well deserved for both of us.  But I got to say the timing of this trip couldn't be better.  So, tomorrow we are going shopping for clothes.  Cause if we are going to be living the life for a week, then we gotta dress the part.  So here we come cute new clothes.  I have come to terms with the fact that I may be wearing a size or two larger and than what I had wanted when this trip rolled around...but I as long as I dress what I've got to it's full potential, then all will be well.  Besides, I'm not a shorts person really anyway...and I think I look damn good in a skirt...so it will be just fine...I'm just hoping I can buy what I need at JC Penny and not have to go to a "big girl" store...cause I already have to buy my shoes at payless...and that's sad enough (not that I don't like payless, I just hate that all my shoes have to come from there).  So here's how I'm sitting about this shopping thing.  I'm going with Sabrina...which may very well end up being the only good part of the day.  I know she loves me, and doesn't care what size I am (which I know is how you all feel)...but that puts me at ease...and makes me more comfortable about having bigger feet than most people...and bigger boobs (except Sara) and a bigger waist....which amazingly I've found...pants bought at large people stores don't fit me...cause even though they might fit the waist around...the length from the crotch to the top of the pant is always toooooo long....like a low/mid rise comes past my belly button sometimes...weird...anyway....I can't wait to have new clothes to look oh so cute in...love you guys!!!  And I will miss you lots and lots and lots&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114269540594958944?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114269540594958944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114269540594958944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114269540594958944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114269540594958944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-cant-wait.html' title='I CAN&apos;T WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114252186947586273</id><published>2006-03-16T09:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:43.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity</title><content type='html'>So, I'm so glad to report that its over. Finally. Completely done. Everything written about me was removed. Back to my simple life where I never worried about crap like that, but instead I sat back and enjoyed the little things in life. Last night, Taylor spent the night. It had been a couple of weeks since he'd been over, so it was nice to have him. Noah came over and he and Taylor and Mickayla played and played and played. When Noah left, I could tell the other two were whipped, so I had them go on up to bed. I tucked them into bed, and went back downstairs. Shortly after, I went back upstairs and found 2 angels asleep on the floor all cuddled together...how sweet and innocent. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/sleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/sleeping2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/sleeping2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114252186947586273?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114252186947586273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114252186947586273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114252186947586273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114252186947586273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/03/simplicity.html' title='Simplicity'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114236899565680204</id><published>2006-03-14T14:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:43.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And One More Thing</title><content type='html'>I forgot one of the most important things for my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel you have to apologize for it, you shouldn't have said/written it in the first place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114236899565680204?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114236899565680204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114236899565680204' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114236899565680204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114236899565680204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-one-more-thing.html' title='And One More Thing'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114236215104840258</id><published>2006-03-14T12:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:43.635-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Ever Thought I'd be Happy to be Single</title><content type='html'>So, this weekend was a bust...and I'm so so very okay with it.  It didn't faze me at all 4 or 5 missed calls...one hell of a bad read and I am happier than ever to be single.  First of all, 2 dates, that's really all there were...only knew the guy for like 3 weeks and yet it was a "relationship".  I cannot give you the full affect of what I read, but I can highlight a couple things said.  First off, I do not like being referred to as a type.  Let alone a type that would fall under "classic big girl" catergory.  Also, I don't like to her girls falling under the "stick with tits" catagory either.  Also, I cannot remember a time when I was called unthoughtful.  Yes, I did say unthoughtful.  Because I was talking about something that happened to Darrin at school.  There is more, but you should read it for yourself on his site.  Yeah, I'm a bit pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for all you, here is my top 5 reasons why it's good to be single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I can come and go as I please, and don't have to check my phone every ten minutes and worry that I missed his call and then worry how mad, sad, or "hurt" he is that I didn't call back right that second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I can vent to my girlfriends rather than him, and don't have to worry about whether or not something that happened to me, has hurt their feelings by talking about it (again refer to website).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't have to listen to someone whine about all their problems (mental health included) *again website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't have to worry about whether I'm too skinny or too fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I don't have to listen to how I compare or don't compare to an old girlfriend or ex wife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114236215104840258?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114236215104840258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114236215104840258' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114236215104840258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114236215104840258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/03/who-ever-thought-id-be-happy-to-be.html' title='Who Ever Thought I&apos;d be Happy to be Single'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114194725448851326</id><published>2006-03-09T17:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:43.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Girl Giggles</title><content type='html'>So, I was sitting at work last night, watching Mickayla play with the son of a girl that works in the craft store we have next door. And it made me start thinking. There is nothing more splendid than a little kid's giggle. I'm talking about that honest to goodness, this is sooo funny I can't control it all out giggle. It just warms me up inside. Kids are so honest and real and sometimes you may not notice, then they hear or see something that strikes them as maybe the funniest thing ever, who knows. It is just a great thing to hear. Mickayla's giggle is one of those that just makes me start laughing. It is so great. It's like that with any little kid. The little things are what are just sooo wonderful. I love being a mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114194725448851326?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114194725448851326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114194725448851326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114194725448851326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114194725448851326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/03/little-girl-giggles.html' title='Little Girl Giggles'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114183219960419619</id><published>2006-03-08T09:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:43.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My little homemaker</title><content type='html'>Now, if I were smart, I would have taken pictures or video taped the evening last night.  Mickayla asked grandma what was for dinner I guess (I was in another room at this point) and asked if she could help.  Well, my mom had her set the table.  Mickayla thought this was just a great idea, so she got out dinner plates, salad plates, and bowls.  She filled our water glasses and set them on the table.  She then got out the silverware, dinner fork, salad fork, spoon, and knife.  All set up along side the plates like they should be.  Each of us got to napkins, one for our laps and one to wipe our mouths with.  She put all the salad fixings on the table and then came to get me.  Mommy let's bake cookies for dessert.  Ok, I said.  So we got out the already prepared dough and placed it on the cookie sheets and waited for the oven to heat up (wow the cookies were hard work).  When everything was ready, Mickayla called us to the table, showed us where to sit, then said grace.  She is just the cutest thing in the world.  She makes me laugh everyday.  How lucky am I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114183219960419619?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114183219960419619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114183219960419619' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114183219960419619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114183219960419619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-little-homemaker.html' title='My little homemaker'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114178231262492004</id><published>2006-03-07T19:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:43.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And down the stairs I go</title><content type='html'>So earlier today, I wrote a long post, and noticed later that I left out something from Mon. (and Sat. but if anyone else has any questions you can ask me later). Anyway, I went to the house to do some work to get moving back in. Well, not much (if anything) got accomplished. Why? you ask. I'll tell ya. Tammi asked me if I wanted to see the cool tiger decal that she put up in Darrin's room and I said sure. So, up the stairs we went. Well, after a couple of minutes of chit chatting and scoping out Darrin's cool pad, we headed back downstairs. Well Tammi walked and I (take one guess, I dare ya). That's right, I slid. Unintentionally of course. I made it down about 3 stairs walking, then down I went and slid down about 9 stairs and landed in a heap on the little landing. So needless to say, I have a bruise on my elbow, my forearm, my leg is a bit sore...and my tucas may be bruised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114178231262492004?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114178231262492004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114178231262492004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114178231262492004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114178231262492004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-down-stairs-i-go.html' title='And down the stairs I go'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114175345784319511</id><published>2006-03-07T11:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:42.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Work</title><content type='html'>Man, I tell ya...it is sooooooooo nice to have Monday off.  I wish I could say I used my day off wisely and got caught up on some stuff, but I didn't.  My weekend was pretty good.  I can't say that I did much on Friday, cause I didn't.  Just hung out at home.  Sabrina came over and we watched a couple of movies, so I guess I did do something.  That was fun.  The movies we watched were good.  Just Like Heaven and In Her Shoes.  I liked them both a lot.  Saturday I had to work, mom was gonna let me have the weekend off, but found out that she had tickets to go to a cooking show with a couple of her girls.  It was cool, so I said I'd work and she said I could take Monday off, so of course...well you know, cause you've read this far.  Anyway, since I ended up working Sabrina said she'd watch Mickayla so I took her out there (after taking her to the Dr. to get her toe drained.)  Yes, I did say drained.  I'm not sure if I mentioned it, but on Wed. night, after piano, she was playing with Taylor and dropped a five lb. weight on her big toe. (OWWWWWW!)  Good lesson learned.  When mom and grandma say don't mess with grandpa's work out equipment, then you probably shouldn't.  So anyway back to the point.  Her toe swelled up and the nail has raised and it's dead around the cuticle and above (which means no more big toe nail).  The Dr. snipped it at the cuticle to release the pressure and ease the pain, and now she's fine.  Oh, and he's 99% sure the nail will grow back.  Thank goodness, because I don't know how I could have lived with my daughter having sure an incredible deformity...whatever (It's just a toe nail!!)  Anyway, so she got to hang out with Sabrina all day...including going to the very sad excuse for a basketball game with her.  Ok, so that wasn't nice, but the boys bball team got their asses handed to them on a silver platter.  Anyway, I was to be alone for awhile, so I went down to Dan and Nancys to eat some dinner and just hang out for a bit.  Then I got a call from Candace Brown to go out with her and my cousin and a couple other people in Reedsburg, because they just opened the Badger theater up as a bar.  Without going into too much detail, I will say that I had a great time...and it was a much needed night out.  And I got to watch a girl fall off a stool which was funny...and I was tempted not to help her up cause she's...well, I won't go there...but I helped her up.  Anyway, I had a lot of fun and that's all that matters.  Now that I have rambled and rambled, I guess I will stop typing and go get some work done.  Cause there is a lot to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114175345784319511?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114175345784319511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114175345784319511' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114175345784319511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114175345784319511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/03/back-to-work.html' title='Back to Work'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114131309173513792</id><published>2006-03-02T09:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:42.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sara is a blogging fool!!</title><content type='html'>Sara started a blog. She sent me a comment to let everyone know that she has joined the blogging world. Here is her site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getfatter.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.getfatter.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; YEAH!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114131309173513792?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114131309173513792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114131309173513792' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114131309173513792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114131309173513792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/03/sara-is-blogging-fool.html' title='Sara is a blogging fool!!'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114124808527013252</id><published>2006-03-01T15:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:42.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope everyone is having a good day</title><content type='html'>I'm sooo boring and uninteresting, so I'm curious as to why anyone would want me to post.  I don't ever have anything new and exciting to talk about or anything like that.  It would help if I had a life, but I don't.  I am not exciting at all.  Anyway, Mickayla has her piano lesson tonight at 4:30, I hope it goes well.  I think Grandma Sue is gonna try and come over to take a couple of pictures if she does, I will post some as soon as she gets me copies.  Which I must say she's very good about doing.  We have 3 weeks to the day till we leave on our trip and I'm very disappointed to tell you that I have not lost any weight.  I seem to have no will power and it's aggrivating.  Mom and I decided last night that it's just water and tea hold the tea until the end of our competition.  I however will be having water and ice (i don't like tea).  We were doing so well, but once mom and dad left on their trip, it's been not bad...but really not good either.  I am determined now though, to lose at least 10-15 before we leave...I gotta at least look better than I do now, or I won't wanna do anything.  Not even gamble.  I know this is a boring post, so I appologize.  I wish I had some happy and exciting stuff to talk about.  But once again I have no life, so I can't.  Anyway, I hope you all are having a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114124808527013252?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114124808527013252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114124808527013252' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114124808527013252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114124808527013252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/03/hope-everyone-is-having-good-day.html' title='Hope everyone is having a good day'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114107444913341296</id><published>2006-02-27T14:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:42.465-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On a different Note</title><content type='html'>So, aside from the crazy story thing, I do have another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night, Mickayla got home from Grandma Sue's house and decided that she wanted to practice her piano. Well, she did really well. In fact she played her song mistake free after 2 tries. Well, we told Grandpa and Grandma and then had to call Sabrina. Well, I told her she could call her to tell her, but she could play it for her on Wed. Anyway, she called Sabrina and asked her to come listen to her play. Well, since the turd has just about everyone she knows wrapped around her little finger, Sabrina came in.  Mickayla was soooo excited to play it for her, and she did pretty good too.  But I think she may have gotten too excited, because she didn't play it as well as she did for me before Sabrina was called...oh well she's 5.  There is more to this story though, Sabrina hung out for a little longer and listened to her play a couple other things...Miss Mickayla flipped ahead in her book and without any help played a song she has never practiced before nearly perfectly.  The look on Sabrina's face, was priceless.  It was complete and utter shock.  I love it.  Mickayla makes her mommy very proud.  At first, I thought maybe it might have been one they had played before, then I turned and saw Sabrina with her jaw to the floor.  :)  Anyway, I will post some piano playing pictures soon.   Till then just picture the princess doing her thing and making sweet music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114107444913341296?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114107444913341296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114107444913341296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114107444913341296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114107444913341296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/02/on-different-note.html' title='On a different Note'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114107236750507049</id><published>2006-02-27T14:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:42.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Story</title><content type='html'>Since I am after Sabrina going counter-clockwise according to the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic: School Bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year 1990 something...The place jr high/sr high bball camp (not sure which).   On our dorm hall Among us Hillsboro girls was another group of fun gals whose names I can't remember except for one, Mel *aka Bob*.  I am thinking it was High School, because the song Waiting for a Bus by Violent Femmes keeps popping in my head (but that could be just because of the topic).  Anyway, there were buses created out of our room chairs in the hallway and bus rides from Bob.  But somewhere towards the end, a gift was received.  That of a regurgitated bus.  Thank you Bob.  This lovely bus was made from cardboard, chewed up gummi bears, and other unrecognizable edibles.  Ahh....I miss those days of hallway buses and regurgitated buses.  Yummy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114107236750507049?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114107236750507049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114107236750507049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114107236750507049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114107236750507049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/02/random-story.html' title='Random Story'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114091731676140598</id><published>2006-02-25T19:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:42.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Queen Anne</title><content type='html'>So, last night Sabrina and I started doing some finalization of plans for our trip. So far, we decided to spend two days in San Diego before we take off for Vegas. When we get there we are staying at the Monte Carlo (oh yeah) with Jake. I can't wait to gamble. I better win some freaking money. That'd be the shit. We will be there for about 1 1/2 to 2 days. Then it's on to San Francisco from there. We found the cutest little Inn to stay at. It's a mile from downtown and only about 2 or 3 miles I'd say from both Fisherman's Wharf and The Golden Gate Bridge. Two places that we can't wait to go see (I've seen both, but it's been so long...I can't wait to see them again). Also, while we are at it, we will be taking a ride on the cable cars...something man dad was supposed to take me on when we lived in CA, but never did *tear*. This hotel, once we saw it, it wasn't even worth looking for anything else. It is the coolest. It is a totally renovated Victorian from 1890. They restored it to it's original beauty and turned it into a B&amp;B called&lt;br /&gt;The Queen Anne. I can't wait!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/012100A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/012100A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/AMEN0-20060116-041917-425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/AMEN0-20060116-041917-425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/ROOM0-20060116-041917-441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/ROOM0-20060116-041917-441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/library.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/library.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/parlor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/parlor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114091731676140598?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114091731676140598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114091731676140598' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114091731676140598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114091731676140598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/02/queen-anne.html' title='The Queen Anne'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114076226953424668</id><published>2006-02-24T00:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:41.892-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, ok, I'll post!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I know I haven't posted anything of any interest lately (or ever), but I can't stand the nagging :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Sara is coming home this weekend for her grandma's 85th birthday and was hoping that some of us could get together Sat night with her here at Bob and Deb's. We understand if you can't make it, being it's such short notice, but we hope you can. So, I think I have convinced her to start her own blog, so she can just update that daily or weekly on how she and Baby Baumstark are doing, rather than emailing us. I told her I'd show her how to get started when she gets here. So yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickayla is doing sooooo well with piano (yes I know you get to hear all this from Sabrina, but I'm telling you anyway). She loves loves loves it, and she's pretty good. I can't believe the difference just week by week. It's awesome. And she is loving dance. They are practicing for their recital that will be this June. I will let you all know the exact time and date soon. I can't wait. I'm gonna be a crier I think. I'm sooo proud of my little princess and think it's great that she is showing such a love for the performing arts. Maybe she'll be good/amazing at the things I could never really do all that well. I hope that you all would be able to come to her dance recital (I know she'd love it) and maybe afterward she could put on a piano recital for you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114076226953424668?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114076226953424668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114076226953424668' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114076226953424668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114076226953424668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/02/ok-ok-ill-post.html' title='Ok, ok, I&apos;ll post!'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114050109457465956</id><published>2006-02-20T23:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:41.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of The Jerk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/133300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/133300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sure most of you are asleep by now, but I'm not (way to point out the obvious). I just finished watching Cold Mountain (good flick by the way) and decided to see what else might be on. Well I was just flicking through the channel guide and low and behold....The Jerk is on AMC. So, I decided that I'm gonna at least watch a little bit of it. "These cans are defective, they've sprung a leak!" hee hee...Anyway...hope you all had a good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114050109457465956?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114050109457465956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114050109457465956' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114050109457465956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114050109457465956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/02/speaking-of-jerk.html' title='Speaking of The Jerk'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114045274395865915</id><published>2006-02-20T10:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:41.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Approaching Lift Off</title><content type='html'>Ok, I can't believe it.  Only About 30 days left until we're out of here and off to Sunny CA.  I feel bad though, I'm starting to have these feelings of regret for not planning the trip to include my baby girl.  She is all into the fact that someday in the near future we are going to Disneyland (she has actually invited her whole class to go and her teacher had to explain that she can't just invite people to go on vacation with her).  Anyway, now it's like I'm going to be in the vicinity of Disneyland and I could be taking her there but I'm not.  What a mean mom taking a vacation without her.  Oh well, we'll both get over it.  I'd rather wait one more year so that she's old enough.  Anyway...I'm so excited to be going.  And I know there are a couple of you who are supposed to be looking in to coming too...but yet I haven't heard anything from you in a while...so what's the deal.  I hope you are coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to another point...first of all my car won't start at all...as of Saturday morning.  This sucks.  So this morning Tammi was like come on I'll help you try to jump it.  So I had to just throw on boots and run out cause she was leaving for work.  So, I was outside in the frigid cold wearing snowboots, a sweatshirt and boxer shorts.  HOT!!!!!  Good thing no guys drove by cause I'd of had to beat them off with a stick.  So, my car still won't start.  It worked fine on Friday, in fact I followed mom home, cause we were having trouble with the truck.  Not the car.  Oh well, I'm transportationless.  Which wouldn't bother me so bad, but it's freaking cold out and I'm not gonna walk in this (or make Kayla either).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114045274395865915?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114045274395865915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114045274395865915' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114045274395865915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114045274395865915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/02/approaching-lift-off.html' title='Approaching Lift Off'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114016142108757462</id><published>2006-02-17T01:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:41.342-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My little rock star</title><content type='html'>So, it's too cute.  First this summer it was her singing "Holler Back Girl", then this fall it was "Wake Me up When September Ends" and now it's "My Hump" or whatever it's called.  Soooo funny.  Ok, picture this.  Little miss Mickayla singing "My hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps...check it out!" and sounding a whole hell of a lot like the song.  And don't forget the dancing...the whole shaking her ass thing. Ok, so not shaking her ass, but sticking her hip out to the side and shaking her groove thing to the beat of her singing.  TOO FREAKING CUTE!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114016142108757462?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114016142108757462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114016142108757462' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114016142108757462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114016142108757462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-little-rock-star.html' title='My little rock star'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-114012928582067925</id><published>2006-02-16T16:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:41.097-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ICONS!!!!   :P</title><content type='html'>Thank you to Sabrina for showing me how to add icons...I just spent some time and put up a few...it's cool...but you may have created an icon addict...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-114012928582067925?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/114012928582067925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=114012928582067925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114012928582067925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/114012928582067925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/02/icons-p.html' title='ICONS!!!!   :P'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-113980909723994776</id><published>2006-02-12T23:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:40.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/lucky1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/lucky1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lucky T. Cat Feala passed away peacefully on Wed. Feb. 8th, in his sleep. A beloved family member for 12 years, Lucky was a spunky ray of light that was always there to bring comfort and friendship to all he knew. Lucky, who lived all 9 lives to their fullest, will be greatly missed and never forgotten. He he is survived by his loving parents, Bob and Deb, sister Cassie, brothers Jake, Nate, and Rob; and other relatives and friends. Please take a moment to remember our friend, Lucky, a great son, brother, and friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky, you will be greatly missed and always loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/lucky2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-113980909723994776?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/113980909723994776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=113980909723994776' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113980909723994776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113980909723994776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-loving-memory.html' title='In Loving Memory'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-113941439620983609</id><published>2006-02-08T09:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:40.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I was bored...very very bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are The Sun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattarotcardareyouquiz/sun.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You represent the best of life - vitality, success, and and truth.You tend to have a strong, centered, balanced personality.Inspiration and discovery are your fortes. You are very mentally strong.A talented mind, you tend to excel at math, philosophy, and music.&lt;br /&gt;Your fortune:&lt;br /&gt;As well as you have done in the past, the future is going to be filled with more success.A new creative project is coming your way. Feed it, and it will grow into something huge.Great riches, recognition, prosperity, or happiness is coming your way.And it's possible that a fantastic vacation, or a new baby, is coming sooner than you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a%20href="&gt;What'&gt;http://blogthings.com/whattarotcardareyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Tarot Card Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffa5b2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're an Passionate Kisser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffdbe0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/passionate.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For you, kissing is about all about following your urgesIf someone's hot, you'll go in for the kiss - end of storyYou can keep any relationship hot with your steamy kissesA total spark plug - your kisses are bound to get you in trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Kisser Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#c7b299;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your 1920's Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dbd0c2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/1920snamegenerator/girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wilhelmina Lovie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/1920snamegenerator/"&gt;What's" Your 1920's Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Margarita Martini&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavormartiniareyouquiz/margarita-martini.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a full on partier, with a good deal of sass and spunk.You're always friendly and welcoming - and very tolerant of obnoxious drunks.&lt;br /&gt;You should never: Drink and dance. The pictures will be everywhere the next morning!&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal party: Is loud, with good music and fun drinking games.&lt;br /&gt;Your drinking soulmates: Those with a Dirty Martini personality&lt;br /&gt;Your drinking rivals: Those with a Classic Martini personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Flavor Martini Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#a0cdff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Stripper Song Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e1ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsongshouldyoustriptoquiz/dancer.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/stat?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid=99176&amp;amp;type=3&amp;subid=0&amp;amp;tmpid=1826&amp;RD_PARM1=http%253A%252F%252Fphobos.apple.com%252FWebObjects%252FMZStore.woa%252Fwa%252FviewAlbum%253FselectedItemId%253D2250647%2526playListId%253D2251524%2526s%253D143441%26partnerId%3D30"&gt;I'm" a Slave 4 U&lt;/a&gt; by Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a slave for you. I cannot hold it; I cannot control it.I'm a slave for you. I won't deny it; I'm not trying to hide it."&lt;br /&gt;You may seem shy, but you can let your wild side out when you want to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Song Should You Strip To?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f8e8ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Underwear Says About You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fcf3ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/theunderwearoracle/underwear.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You like your underwear to make you feel girlish and pretty. Let's hope you're a chick.&lt;br /&gt;You're comfortable in your own skin - and don't care to impress anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Underwear Oracle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Were a Giraffe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatanimalwereyouinapastlifequiz/giraffe.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a high achiever - able to reach things others can't.A great communicator, you are good at getting past superficialities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Animal Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-113941439620983609?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/113941439620983609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=113941439620983609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113941439620983609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113941439620983609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-was-boredvery-very-bored.html' title='I was bored...very very bored'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-113898819811035670</id><published>2006-02-03T11:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:40.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What the f%#&amp;!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I just ran to Kwik Trip, and took the truck (yes I was just that lazy). Well, when I backed up, the truck must have stuck or got caught in reverse when I went to start going foward, because the truck jumped and squeeled like a little girl before it let me go anywhere...you should have seen the looks I got, like I was some moron trying to peel out of the parking lot or something. Maybe I can have rob come by and hit it with a wrench to put it in it's place, like "who's the bitch now!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and I thought I would add this little piece of my horoscope for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overview:&lt;br /&gt;Have you been bitten by the travel bug? Don't ignore the hunch that it's time to take a trip. Your time out of town may lead to a new spiritual path or a romantic encounter that could change you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-113898819811035670?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/113898819811035670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=113898819811035670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113898819811035670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113898819811035670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-f.html' title='What the f%#&amp;!!!!'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-113898655377824708</id><published>2006-02-03T11:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:40.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've had a long day and it's only 11:03am</title><content type='html'>So, it's now 11:03 in the AM, and I'm already bored.  I've got most of my work done, so what the heck am I supposed to do with the rest of my day?  Ok, so there may be a few things I can do out front (like finish the scrapbooking section) but I'm here until 6, plenty of time to do that stuff...I suppose I'll get a start on it in a minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm actually a bit excited for this weekend's big Alumni Tournament.  Even though I'll be working most of the day, I'm gonna try to make it down for part of Jake's first game, then an hour or two in the afternoon and hopefully I'll make it for most if not all of the championship game.  As long as they don't start it early or anything.  It's funny, I'm not really looking forward so much as to who may be coming home (except like 2 people) I'm just excited to go hang out with Sabrina.  Even though I see her every dayl, she is still one my most favorite people to hang out with.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm gonna go try and find something to work on.  You all have a good day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-113898655377824708?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/113898655377824708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=113898655377824708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113898655377824708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113898655377824708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/02/ive-had-long-day-and-its-only-1103am.html' title='I&apos;ve had a long day and it&apos;s only 11:03am'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-113872878053165340</id><published>2006-01-31T11:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:40.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sooo bored...I just spent a half an hour messing around with my blog...and all I really did was change the color. Oh well, any type of change is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          Anyway, I felt like posting another picture of the cutie patooti...&lt;br /&gt;                         so here she is at the center of attention...just the way she likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/7f24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-113872878053165340?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/113872878053165340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=113872878053165340' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113872878053165340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113872878053165340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-sooo-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-113872107638063934</id><published>2006-01-31T09:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:40.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel sooo smart</title><content type='html'>All thanks to Sabrina.  She helped me through and I did my own taxes.  I feel great now.  This is the first time I had every attempted to do them myself.  Although, I'm a little bit irritated, because I was not able to deduct my child care expenses.  Which I should have been able to, no matter what.  And I was like 350-400 short of being able to deduct my medical costs too.  Maybe this year, I will keep better records.  Especially since I know a little bit more about what I'm doing.  So, yeah me!  And a huge THANK YOU to my girl Sabrina.  And now, I am more than ready to take my vacation.  I feel comfortable that I can afford it...and I feel more than ever like I really really need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-113872107638063934?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/113872107638063934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=113872107638063934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113872107638063934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113872107638063934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-feel-sooo-smart.html' title='I feel sooo smart'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-113839800755217658</id><published>2006-01-27T14:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:40.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No paychecks, half dead cats, and Pink eye...</title><content type='html'>So are the days of my life....with my life lately, there is always something going on. I almost wish it would go back to the boring do nothing way it was. But just within the last week, I've been hit with stuff. Ok, so the cat has been having problems for more than a week, but he seems to be getting worse rather than better. I took him back to the vet this afternoon and am just sick about it...because I don't think that there is anything more that we can really do for him...and it saddens me...a lot. I mean it's not one of your every day cats, this is Lucky. The cat we brought back to life as a kitten, the cat who I think used up more than 9 lives thus far. He's our baby. And now, for the second pay period in a row, checks are not here yet. How irritating...I have bills to pay, my employees/co-workers have bills to pay. What the hell is up with this. And I don't think tax season is a good enough excuse, cause I send him all the info, he just figures the deductions and prints the checks...minor math people...easy enough. And as if that weren't enough, Mickayla has Pink Eye. Ok, so she didn't have anything more than a very mild case, but talk about a very contagious and gross infection. And it caused me to have to find someone to cover for me, which is hard to do, since I'm the only person that does what I do. But after I opened and took Mickayla to the dr., Nicole came in on her day off to help me out. Which was GREATLY appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so it's not been a great week..but what can you do. I suppose it can only get better from here...at least nothing too serious has happened...it just feels sometimes that my life is way too full of drama. And who needs it, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, I don't think this is a good sign, I just had an amish guy walk in the store (as the always do) and my first thought was "oh! he's kind of cute." What the hell is wrong with me? Oh yeah, I need a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just felt like putting this in here, cause she's just so darn cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-113839800755217658?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/113839800755217658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=113839800755217658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113839800755217658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113839800755217658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-paychecks-half-dead-cats-and-pink.html' title='No paychecks, half dead cats, and Pink eye...'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-113811704593434496</id><published>2006-01-24T09:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:39.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Dad</title><content type='html'>So, on Saturday, before my folks left for Arizona for two weeks, I watched them pack their stuff and waited to say good-bye to them.  I gave them both hugs and kisses and wished them a safe and fun trip.  Then dad says to me, do you have your house key, or maybe you should borrow mom's.  And I said, I think I do, but let me look....well, needless to say, I had to borrow my mom's.  So, I get back downstairs after looking for my key, and my dad says to me.  The reason I've been locking the door lately is becuase there has been a strange red pick up parking on our street.  So, if this weren't bad enough (cause you all know what a wuss I am) he then leaves and takes Zeus out to Nate and Sue's.  So, yeah, my nights have been very crappy.  I may need to go out and get my Zeus to protect me...or just take Bart as Nate suggested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-113811704593434496?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/113811704593434496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=113811704593434496' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113811704593434496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113811704593434496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/01/thanks-dad.html' title='Thanks Dad'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-113753586774555853</id><published>2006-01-17T14:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:39.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like being a copy cat</title><content type='html'>I'm bored, so I decided to copy Sabrina and Jen and fill out this thing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. CURRENT MOOD? Bored out of my gourd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. SUM UP IN 3 WORDS TO WHAT YOU'RE FEELING.  (The) Fat Cat Sat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. HAVE YOU TRIED &amp; DO YOU THINK LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIPS WORK FOR YOU? I wouldn't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ARE YOU AN EMOTIONAL PERSON? Are you implying that I'm a big baby.... *tear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5. YOU BELIEVE IN BESTFRIENDS? Of coures, if I didn't then I wouldn't have Sabrina, Jen, Sara, or Beeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. EVER FELT SO JEALOUS? Who honestly hasn't ever felt jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU DID? Went to lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHO IS NEXT TO YOU? Nobody...I'm in my office..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. HOW'S THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW? Crappy.  Not as cold as Alaska, but chilly...and overcast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. LAST PERSON TO TEXT YOU TODAY? Nobody today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. LAST PERSON YOU TEXT TODAY?  Nobody today yet, but I planned on messaging my bro later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. LOST A FRIENDSHIP OVER SOMETHING STUPID? If I did, then they must not have been very good friendships to begin with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. BEEN REALLY DEPRESSED BEFORE? Yep...and it's depressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP TODAY? Too damn early, yet I was late for work...go figure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.WHAT PICTURE DO YOU SEE FIRST WHEN YOU WAKE UP? None right now, don't have any up at Ma and Pa's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHO DO YOU CONSIDER YOUR CLOSEST FRIEND?  Sabrina, Jen, Sara, and Beeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP?  I think oh shit....I overslept....dammit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. DO YOU HATE ANYONE RIGHT NOW? Not anyone important...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHATS YOUR FAVOURITE COLOR/s? Pink, purple, and green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. MISS SOMEONE?  Definately....Jen and Jake and Beeth, I miss seeing them whenever I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. LIKE TO WALK UNDER THE RAIN? Sometimes...it depends on my mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. SLEEP WITH/WITHOUT CLOTHES ON? With&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. LIKE SOMEONE?  Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. THEY KNOW? I'm not sure...I hope not...unless he likes me too..but then if he does like me and knows...then he should get his act together and do something about it....but I doubt he does...so nevermind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. THINK YOU'RE ATTRACTIVE?  Uhhh, no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. WANT TO MARRY? Definately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. WHO? Don't know yet...but someone nice...who likes me and my bug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. ARE YOU A GOOD STUDENT? Not even when I was one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. WHERE ARE YOU BY THE WAY? At work, getting ready to go get the kid though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. ARE YOU INVOLVED IN SPORTS? Would I look like I do if I still was...come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT? nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. THINK DREAMS EVENTUALLY COME TRUE? If they do, they take forever to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. FAVOURITE THING TO DO? cuddle with the babe and play volleyball... (ps...she wants to learn how)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. FAVE PERSON? The above mentioned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. FAVE FEATURE OF THE OPPOSITE SEX? arms, smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? My mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. LOUD OR SOFT MUSIC? depends on my mood...or where I am at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. NIGHT OR DAY? Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. NUMBER OF PILLOWS ON YOUR BED? right now 5, but I sleep with one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. WHAT'RE YOU GONNA DO TOMORROW?  Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. WHAT'S YOUR BEDTIME? During the week I go to bed around 10:30 or 11:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. WHO DO YOU TALK TO THE MOST ONLINE? Jen usually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT DO YOU HATE MOST? People who treat me like I'm stupid...or think they are better than everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. DO YOU BELIEVE IN KARMA?what goes around comes around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED AND WITH WHO? 40 year old virgin with my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. FAVORITE DAY? hmmmm....whatever day that I am not working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD? Carebears, and he-man and shera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. WHAT DID YOU DO 4 NIGHTS AGO? painted my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. FAVORITE SCENT? my dad...I don't know what it is that he wears...but he smells good...and yes I know that sounds weird...also, after it rains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. WHO INSPIRES YOU?  my friends and family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?  the dark (I know, shut up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. PLAIN, BUTTERED OR SALTED POPCORN? none of the above really....once in a great while...buttered with extra extra butter (movie theater style)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. FAVE FLOWER? calla lillies, orchids, and magnolias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. NUMBER OF KEYS ON YOUR KEY RING? seven when I actually have them attached to the key chain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. WHAT'S THE COLOR OF YOUR SHOES?? Brown sandals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 59. WHAT MONTH IS YOUR BIRTHDAY? September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO AFTER THIS? attempt to do some paperwork&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-113753586774555853?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/113753586774555853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=113753586774555853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113753586774555853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113753586774555853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-feel-like-being-copy-cat.html' title='I feel like being a copy cat'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-113728438489167582</id><published>2006-01-14T18:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:39.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you Agree?</title><content type='html'>So, I did what you said Beeth...I went and checked my face. Do you agree with who they said for me. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/4817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/4817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So these are the two pictures I used. Only one is even any good...but here is who they came up with for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/drew%20barrymore.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/5f33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/5f33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/christina%20ricci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/christina%20ricci.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/bob%20hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/bob%20hope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/drew%20barrymore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/drew%20barrymore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/Judy%20Garland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Judy%20Garland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/Shakira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Shakira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/matt%20le%20Blanc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/matt%20le%20Blanc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From Left: Christina Ricci, Bob Hope, Drew Barrymore, Judy Garland, Shakira, and Matt Le Blanc&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who would have thought.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-113728438489167582?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/113728438489167582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=113728438489167582' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113728438489167582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113728438489167582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/01/do-you-agree.html' title='Do you Agree?'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-113710595158515705</id><published>2006-01-12T16:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:39.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Doggy</title><content type='html'>I feel bad, I think I hit a dog today...actually, the dog may have hit me.  All I know is I heard a bump.  But, I was already enough past it, that I didn't run it over.  What happened is, my neighbor's (by the red house that is) dog apparently got loose, she still had half her chain hooked to her.  Anyway, she was on the wrong side of the road and started to chase my car and I sped up to not hit her.  Well, I think she hit me.  So, I had to chase her around and the people's neighbor on the other side helped me catch the poor little thing.  I then tied her back up.  Now I need to call the above mentioned and let them know what happened.  Craziness.  It scared the crappola out of me that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note though, I am painting my room tonight.  Starting it anyhow.  I bought this cool purple paint (auburgine I believe it's called) and that will be my base coat, then I will go over it with two lighter purples tomorrow or something...with a double roller...then after it will be covered it a translucent glaze to give it that irridecent look..it will match my bed stuff and be on the two walls opposite my bed and windows...should be neato&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-113710595158515705?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/113710595158515705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=113710595158515705' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113710595158515705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113710595158515705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/01/poor-doggy.html' title='Poor Doggy'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-113707976889710488</id><published>2006-01-12T09:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:39.091-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIPPIE!!!! I'm going to San Diego, it's official. Well I'm not 100% sure on the date, I need to talk to some key people first, but the trip is definately going to happen near the end of March. I'm soooooooooooooooooo excited. First of all, I'm excited to see Jake. Second, I haven't been to CA since I was 10 and I really really miss it there. Third, I've actually never spent much time in the San Diego area (except when Nate graduated boot camp and we went to Disneyland.) At least I think it was Disneyland...and that's what they told me it was, but who knows with my family what they will tell me and how true it really is. Fourth, if my girlies are serious about coming with (which I hopes they are) an awesome day trip to Vegas will be planned as well. I'd also, if we have time and it's not too far of a drive, I'd like to head up to the are where I used to live, that would be a trippy time. So, I'm excited...and whether my girls come or not (which they better) CALIFORNIA here I COME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  The above is my happy face&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-113707976889710488?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/113707976889710488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=113707976889710488' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113707976889710488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113707976889710488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/01/fun-in-sun.html' title='Fun in the Sun'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-113682268725480629</id><published>2006-01-09T09:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:38.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Blows</title><content type='html'>So, I never used to mind snow, in fact I loved it.  I could go skiing, sledding, or just watch it fall.  But after today, it can kiss my big fat *&amp;%...sorry, I keep forgetting this is supposed to be a family site.   There is actually a reason behind this new found hate.  Let me first just state, that I was already a bit sore from cleaning up the house and painting all day yesterday.  Ok, so I'm irritated cause I knew it was cold today and that I was running really late and had overslept.  After I finally was able to get Mickayla and myself around to leave it was 8:40 (I get to work at 8:20-8:30) So, while in a hurry to get going,  I was walking faster than normal and slipped on the sidewalk...caught myself and continued on my way.  Well, I decided to cut through the grass, slipped and down I went.   Normally this isn't a big deal, in fact it happens to me all the time, right guys?  Except this time my already tender knee (from scrubbing floors yesterday) jerked straight and I almost couldn't get up.  And maybe it doesn't sound that bad, but picture it with little Mickayla standing by the car saying mommy that was funny, you looked funny and laughing and me saying "Shut Up, that hurt! Don't laugh at me" then she continues by saying, "You should have used the sidewalk...I used the sidewalk and I didn't fall"  *insert swearing to self here* "Mickayla you don't laugh when you find out that someone hurt themself"..."it was really funny mommy, heeheehee".     Yeah, what a day I'm having already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-113682268725480629?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/113682268725480629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=113682268725480629' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113682268725480629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113682268725480629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/01/snow-blows.html' title='Snow Blows'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-113658787906869219</id><published>2006-01-06T16:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:38.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Craziness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/giantcat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/giantcat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's been a day or two since I've posted...and not that I have anything much to say, I thought I'd share with you all the array of strange statues I saw on some site that I can't remember the name of, and some other things I found...&lt;br /&gt;First things first...here is the largest cat I have ever seen in my life. He's like Yuki x 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next, we have the ugliest cat I have ever seen.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/eng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/eng.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/finger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/200/finger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Statues...oh these odd statues...you all saw the one that resembles a poopy on Jake's site right? Well, none of these look quite as disgusting, but they all struck me as odd and pointless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So first we have the thumb, at least I think it's a thumb, trying to hitch a ride maybe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we have the human pretzel...minus the arms and body.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/legs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/200/legs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/200/kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the kids playing leap frog....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/200/art.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The afternoon stroll with Baby...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/200/head.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last but not least, the man with his head through the wall...I'm not sure about this one, is it symbolizing something...maybe the great depression? I don't know...it's just plain silly. Who thinks of these things...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe...just maybe it was my boyfriend "Ron" that's what I call him anyhow...I'm not real sure what his real name is...I just know he's hot and I wanted him for my boy toy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/200/sleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-113658787906869219?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/113658787906869219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=113658787906869219' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113658787906869219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113658787906869219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/01/craziness.html' title='Craziness'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-113630777106264173</id><published>2006-01-03T10:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:38.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year</title><content type='html'>So, now it's official, it is 2006. A new year is upon us and I still have made no progress in reaching my goals. In fact, I'm so far from some of them, that I wonder is I ever really made them in the first place. Oh well. So, supposedly this is the year of the iron dragon or some crap like that and what a way to start off the new year than to take one of those email tests/chain letters and to make a wish and send it on and wait and wait and wait until it finally is forgotten. So maybe these things never work for me cause I don't believe...Or maybe the controller of fate thinks they are a joke too, I have no idea. I do know, they don't work. They say they will and they don't. Even so, I find myself filling them out and sending them on in some sort of meager attempt to turn luck my way. So, we'll see maybe this new year means that hey these little tests will come true...I'll get what I think that I always wanted and in about 6 months (or less) find out it was only what I thought I wanted. So, in the end, I find that I am happy that these tests and quizzes and horoscopes are just for fun, because if they really worked, I'd probably find that I'm less happy than I was before receiving the email. However, my real horoscope (you know the one in the State Journal that is real :) said on New Years Eve that the day was a 10 and I will be expecting to see my true love in the near future...lol....Anyway...before I drag on any further. I would like to wish you all a belated happy new year. Hope your resolutions come true. As for me, I have made some new ones this year and voided out those of the past. Lets keep our fingers crossed that all good things keep going and the bad things come to a screeching halt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-113630777106264173?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/113630777106264173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=113630777106264173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113630777106264173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113630777106264173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year.html' title='The New Year'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-113596417949419935</id><published>2005-12-30T11:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:38.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Older We Get the Better We Look</title><content type='html'>This entry is promted by an email I just recieved from Sabrina.  It got me thinking about growing older and living life.  Now you all know, that we have only gotten better with age thus far.  However, as the hands of time slowly start to change our bodies, and minds for that matter, we notice that maybe time hasn't been as kind to us as we thought.  I tell you this though, all I know is that I had better be married by the time I'm 35*.  Also, I had better age fairly well, and have had a lot of damn fun doing so.  But if worse comes to worse, and I look like this....            &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/640/image13%5B1%5D%20%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/image13%5B1%5D%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Please feel free to put me to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Due to my already increasing age and the fact that I'm still completely single, my latest marital age has risen&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-113596417949419935?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/113596417949419935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=113596417949419935' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113596417949419935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113596417949419935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2005/12/older-we-get-better-we-look.html' title='The Older We Get the Better We Look'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20320048.post-113589754160775561</id><published>2005-12-29T16:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:01:37.881-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>So, here I am thinking. How many things have happened just a couple of months. Mickayla started school, she turned 5, and now...NOW, she's lost her first tooth. It's crazy. I can't believe. Now she's growing up. It seemed to me just the other day that she was still my little girl. But no, now she's my big girl. The soon to be teenager that I won't be able to control and who will not need her mommy anymore. Then what. Oh, sad....it's sooo sad. But going back to my reasoning for starting this blog. Yes, I know that it says it's about me...but really you all knew better. It's really Cass on Mickayla A story of growing up fabulous. And our story starts here. With a little 5 year old princess, for lack of a better word, in all her glory. It really is an emotional story. I laughed I cried and now I deal. Last night Mickayla came to me so excited. She had her first loose tooth...and it wasn't as one might think...just a little loose, it was ready to come out. Now, just a couple of days ago I thought she just hoped she had a loose tooth, cause the thing barely moved...now it was hanging out of her mouth. Well, grandma, being so much braver than I, wrapped a piece of dental floss around it said hold still and Mickayla braced herself and out it popped...blahhhh...anyway...here's my girl in all her glory....Say hello to Toothless McGee &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/first%20tooth.6.jpg"&gt;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/first%20tooth.6.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/first%20tooth.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/1600/first%20tooth.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20320048-113589754160775561?l=sassybugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/feeds/113589754160775561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20320048&amp;postID=113589754160775561' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113589754160775561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20320048/posts/default/113589754160775561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassybugs.blogspot.com/2005/12/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107375569122577191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7854/2032/320/Vacation%20393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
