<?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-33061509</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:00:34.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life of Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-116516533845512654</id><published>2006-12-03T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T09:02:18.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been really cold here. I want to move to Florida or something. I hate cold weather. It hurts when you go outside. The weather man was calling for snow. But he was wrong. I really want some snow. Oh well, it's not my call, whether we get any or not. I've been going through some old pictures. That is so depressing, to look back and see how good you used to look, and how old your getting, How big your kids have gotten. When I start doing that, I can sit there for hours just looking back on my life. I always thought I had a sucky life. But, when your looking at the pictures it's different. It seems that my life wasn't that bad. I have 3 wonderful children. I wish I would have done some things in my life differently, but you can't change what's already done, so no use worrying about it now. Just go on with life and enjoy what's left. Treasure every minute you have because you never know what's going to happen tomorrow. Tell everyone you love that you love them even if they already know it. Be a friend to people that need one. Do something crazy as often as you can. Never think your to old to have fun, because that's just stupid. Smile a lot, it's contagious. Be nice to people that aren't nice to you, or just tell them what you really think. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-116516533845512654?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/116516533845512654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=116516533845512654' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/116516533845512654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/116516533845512654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-been-really-cold-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-116407438417363161</id><published>2006-11-20T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T17:59:44.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"True" FriendshipNone of that Sissy CrapAre you tired of those sissy "friendship" poems that always sound good,But never actually come close to reality?Well, here is a series of promises that actually speak of true friendship.You will see no cutesy little smiley faces on this card-Just the stone cold truth of our great friendship.1. When you are sad -- I will help you get drunk and plot revenge againstThe sorry bastard who made you sad.2. When you are blue -- I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.3. When you smile -- I will know you finally got laid.4. When you are scared -- I will rag on you about it every chance I get.5. When you are worried -- I will tell you horrible stories about how muchWorse it could be until you quit whining.6. When you are confused -- I will use little words.7. When you are sick -- Stay the hell away from me until you are wellAgain. I don't want whatever you have.8 When you fall -- I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass9. This is my oath.... I pledge it to the end. "Why?" you may ask;"because you are my friend".Friendship is like peeing your pants,everyone can see it,But only you can feel the true warmth.Send this to 10 of your closest friends,Then get depressed because you can only thinkof 4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-116407438417363161?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/116407438417363161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=116407438417363161' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/116407438417363161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/116407438417363161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/11/true-friendshipnone-of-that-sissy.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-116345902857739426</id><published>2006-11-13T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:03:48.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, what's happening? sorry I haven't been blogging. I really do have a boring life. I've just been going to work and home. We went out Saturday night with some friends from work. I had a blast. Or that's what everybody tells me. lol. I think I drank a little too much. I'm really going to have to stop doing that. I am not an alcoholic. believe me i know it might sound like I am. but i'm really not. That's it, I quit drinking as of now. The only thing I'm drinking is water or mountain dew. Well, that's about all I have to say for now. I'll try to do better. I also have a my space page. check it out if you want. &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/kaymar001"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/kaymar001&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-116345902857739426?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/116345902857739426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=116345902857739426' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/116345902857739426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/116345902857739426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-whats-happening-sorry-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-116216891822541222</id><published>2006-10-29T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T16:41:58.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My son, Jarrod, went to a halloween party this weekend. His costume is hilarious. I had to post some pictures of it. How he comes up with these ideas is beyond me. I laughed so hard, I could barely take the pictures.&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/7041/3229/320/100_0689.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/7041/3229/320/100_0692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-116216891822541222?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/116216891822541222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=116216891822541222' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/116216891822541222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/116216891822541222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-son-jarrod-went-to-halloween-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-116190518984018856</id><published>2006-10-26T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T16:26:29.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This time of year is really beautiful. The leaves are changing colors and the grass isn't growing so fast. love that part. I haven't posted in a while. But I will try to start posting more. So keep checking in. I have just been doing the usual. Nothing exciting happening. I can't even think of anything to make up that is exciting. lol. All I know right now is that I love my kids more than anything in this world. I quess the beauty of fall has got me to thinking about how special life is and we need to enjoy every minute. Even if we have to make some ordinary day an extraordinary one by just being happy and having a good outlook on life, Thats just what we have to do. BE HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are when they were little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/320/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Here they are now. I have no recent pictures of them all together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/320/100_0655.0.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/7041/3229/320/100_0460.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/7041/3229/320/100_0148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-116190518984018856?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/116190518984018856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=116190518984018856' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/116190518984018856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/116190518984018856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-time-of-year-is-really-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-116152648349601465</id><published>2006-10-22T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T07:14:43.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 really important Questions &gt; &gt;This is what we have been waiting for...the true answers to 5 really &gt; important Questions: &gt;Q1: WHAT ARE THE SMALL BUMPS AROUND A WOMAN'S NIPPLES FOR? &gt;A:  It's Braille for "suck here". &gt;Q2. WHAT IS AN AUSTRALIAN KISS? &gt;A:  It's the same as a French kiss, only "down under." &gt;Q3. WHAT DO YOU DO WITH 365 USED CONDOMS? &gt;A:  Melt them down, make a tire, and call it a Goodyear. &gt; &gt;Q4. WHY ARE HURRICANES NORMALLY NAMED AFTER WOMEN? &gt;A:  Because when they come, they're wild and wet. But when they go, they &gt;take your house and car with them. &gt;Q5. WHY DO WOMEN RUB THEIR EYES WHEN THEY GET UP IN THE MORNING? &gt;A:  Because they don't have any balls to scratch. &gt;    Now, you know everything you need to know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-116152648349601465?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/116152648349601465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=116152648349601465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/116152648349601465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/116152648349601465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/10/5-really-important-questions-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-116112810562199601</id><published>2006-10-17T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T16:35:05.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I had to go to court. But not because I work there, ha. Because My daughter got caught with alcohol in her car, and open containers. A few weeks back. I'm so glad She at least didn't drink while driving. Because if she had, for one thing it's dangerous. But for another The judge would not have been so nice. She just has to go to alcohol education for 10 hours to get her drivers license back. Of course we had already paid the fine. But she was very nervous. And I'm so glad that is over. We have both learned a good lesson from this. I have told her not to drink and drive, but I know she drinks and she's only 19. What am I suppose to do? lock her up in the house. I just don't want her drinking and driving. I have told her over and over again. I'm glad she listened to me. Maybe I should have been just as concerned about minor possession. But, hey you can't keep them from doing it. You can only keep them from doing it in front of you. Here is a picture of her right after we come out of court. She was so glad its over. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/100_0657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/320/100_0657.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/33061509-116112810562199601?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/116112810562199601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=116112810562199601' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/116112810562199601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/116112810562199601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-i-had-to-go-to-court.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-116086538629566258</id><published>2006-10-14T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T15:36:26.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the kids rodeo today for a while. My grandsons had some fun riding the goat, and the stick horses. It was really funny to watch all the kids fall off and have lots of fun. I enjoyed it. Here are a few pictures of the rodeo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/320/100_0647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; My grandson, Seth, riding the stick horse around the barrel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/320/100_0655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My daughter, Marla, and her husband Shannon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="239" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/320/100_0647.0.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another picture of my grandson, Seth, riding the stick horse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/320/100_0648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another kid having fun riding around the barrel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-116086538629566258?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/116086538629566258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=116086538629566258' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/116086538629566258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/116086538629566258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/10/went-to-kids-rodeo-today-for-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-116069837029986018</id><published>2006-10-12T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:12:50.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a very cold day here. I really dread winter. Today, I think it was about in the mid 40's this morning, and it only got up to the mid 50's. I have froze all day. I would love to live in Florida right now. It's suppose to start warming back up by the weekend though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the cold weather everything is going good. I am so glad tomorrow is friday. I'm actually off work this weekend. I don't have anything great planned, maybe just stay at home and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shane just gave the dog a  bath, he's running through the house like a madman. He goes crazy when you give him a bath. He weighs about 65 lbs. but he thinks he weighs 2 lbs, the way he just runs and jumps on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company I work for has changed ownership. So my direct deposit is not working for a while. I have to actually go to the bank, I hate that. I got so used to direct deposit, I'll be so glad when they get it started again. Little things like that just drive me crazy. like going to the bank, doing laundry, cooking, cleaning, and everything else that actually has to be done. Oh well, someone's gotta do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K. I'm done complaining for the day. I'll complain more later. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-116069837029986018?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/116069837029986018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=116069837029986018' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/116069837029986018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/116069837029986018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-has-been-very-cold-day-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-116044144135746253</id><published>2006-10-09T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T17:50:41.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weekend is finally over and the week begins. yeah. Here are some pictures of my son Jarrod and his girlfriend Jessica. I am very proud of Jarrod for his grades at school this year. so far, all A's and 1 B. Jarrod is my baby, and I've always dreaded the day he would have a girlfriend. But now he's all grown up and He couldn't have done any better  at choosing a girlfriend. love ya, Jessica. She is very sweet and nice to be around. I'm glad he chose someone like her. Here are a couple of pictures of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/320/100_0619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/7041/3229/320/100_0616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-116044144135746253?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/116044144135746253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=116044144135746253' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/116044144135746253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/116044144135746253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/10/weekend-is-finally-over-and-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-116024825826546396</id><published>2006-10-07T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T12:10:58.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A friend and I went to the liquor store last night. I don't know if any of you have heard of the drink called Stiff Dick. Believe it or not. It's great. But I drank a little too much. I sure can tell it today. It don't sound like it would be very good by the ingredients. My friend, her name is Misty, has been trying to get me to try it for a while now. I wouldn't do it because it just didn't sound that good. But now, I know i'll be having more of them. Not as much as I had last night though. I haven't been that wasted in a long time. But, I will drink it again, just not as much. Here are the ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Southern Comfort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Orange juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sprite or 7-up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grenadine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really couldn't tell you the exact amounts of each to put in, we just quessed at it. It turned out good. In the glass, you put about 1 inch of southern comfort, then fill it up with sprite and orange juice half of each. Just a dash of grenadine to add a little color and sweetness to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-116024825826546396?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/116024825826546396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=116024825826546396' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/116024825826546396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/116024825826546396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/10/friend-and-i-went-to-liquor-store-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-115999835689070328</id><published>2006-10-04T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T14:45:56.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The other night John and Kari was over at the house. Their little girl, Kerinan. decided to try to put her jacket on the dog. She thought he was cold. The dog just stood there and let her do whatever. Hope everyone is having a good week. so far, mine has been o.k. Work as usual. I would love to be able to tell a few people at work to kiss my a__ . But that's just not feasible. You know with me having to work there and stuff. There are a few people there that I like. anyway, here are some pictures of kerinan and the dog. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/320/100_0515.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/7041/3229/320/100_0514.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/7041/3229/320/100_0518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-115999835689070328?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/115999835689070328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=115999835689070328' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115999835689070328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115999835689070328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/10/other-night-john-and-kari-was-over-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-115971449310139646</id><published>2006-10-01T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T07:54:53.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night we had a little fire going in the back yard. Sit around and drink a little. We had fun though. Here are a few pictures.&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/7041/3229/320/100_0553.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;            Little Fire  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;              &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/320/100_0568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  Alicia and Brandon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/320/100_0564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Erin and Courtney&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/320/100_0561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Big Tarantula that I almost stepped on. Still freaks me out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just really can't think of anything to say. So that's why I posted pictures. My mind is in sleep mode even though i'm awake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-115971449310139646?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/115971449310139646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=115971449310139646' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115971449310139646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115971449310139646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-night-we-had-little-fire-going-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-115965481086955067</id><published>2006-09-30T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T15:20:10.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hope everyone's doing good. I thought I would change my blog template up a little. I like the rose thing, but I think I like the 3 column better. I still playing with it. still learning how to do this stuff. this html stuff is kinda  confusing to me. I want to thank susie for all the support you have given me. I know i sound a little depressing sometimes, I'm going to try to do better on that. So far this weekend has been good. haven't done a whole lot. My husband took me out to eat last night. We haven't done that in a while. So that was definitely a treat for me. Ate way to much though. He couldn't believe i could eat all that. I think I was making up for not eating in the last 6 months. I have lost a lot of weight. I think I probably gained some of it back last night. Oh well, I'll worry about that starting monday. No use ruining your weekend thinking about how much food i'm eating. I quess I'll get busy now. going to go mow the lawn. sounds exciting I know. Oh well, You can all just dream of it while I'm actually doing it. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-115965481086955067?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/115965481086955067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=115965481086955067' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115965481086955067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115965481086955067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/09/hope-everyones-doing-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-115931162990965000</id><published>2006-09-26T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T16:00:29.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hope everyone had a great weekend. My weekend kinda sucked. My husband and I don't do a lot of things together. I've been bugging him about it. So Saturday evening he decided we would do something together. Oh but you'll never quess what. He had put some corn out earlier in the day. So we drove to the woods and waited until about dark to see if any deer would come out. Of course they didn't because I couldn't be quiet enough. I started laughing so hard and couldn't stop, Told him I was having a blast how about you? (That's the sarcasm coming out again). He said he was never bringing me back with him. I said why not. I'm having so much fun. yeah right! He was so serious about watching for deer. I've never been to the woods with any man without fooling around. Maybe its just me but I was bored to death.  I Just don't understand men at all. never will I quess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-115931162990965000?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/115931162990965000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=115931162990965000' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115931162990965000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115931162990965000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/09/hope-everyone-had-great-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-115906227624162605</id><published>2006-09-23T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T18:44:36.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope everyone has been doing great! If your wondering how I'm doing, As Redneck Nerdboy would say. Its the best day of my life. I love it. Every time someone asks me how my day is I'm going to tell them that. It will shock the sh__ out ot them. But oh well. I love shocking people, It really is so funny. People think one thing about you and you say something they're not expecting. It really is funny to see the expression on their face. It's priceless. I will difinitely use this at work. Cause everybody always seems so down at work. Just because they hate being there. I like to brighten up someones day by just saying something funny or shocking.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Here is a picture of ME! Yeah, it's funny too. I'm just sitting there,but you can tell that i'm crazy i think by just looking at the picture. I swear ya'll I'm really not crazy, Well maybe just a little. ha. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/320/100_0493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-115906227624162605?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/115906227624162605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=115906227624162605' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115906227624162605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115906227624162605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hope-everyone-has-been-doing-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-115887769018291126</id><published>2006-09-21T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T15:28:10.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Susie sent this to me. so I thought I would post it.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 1. FIRST NAME?Melinda &gt; 2. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? &gt;Some Soap star that mom watched.3. LAST CRY? a week ago. over a man too. &gt;&gt; 4.DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? No way.&gt; 5. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?  Ham&gt; 6. KIDS? 3    &gt; 7. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? Of course, I'm a fun person.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 8. DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL? Just my blog. &gt; 9. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? All the time. It just comes out that way. &gt; 10. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?  Yes&gt; 11. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? No Way &gt; 12. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Captain crunch&gt; 13. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? no.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 14. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG?   Not really, &gt; 15. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR? none, don't like ice cream.&gt; 16. SHOE SIZE? 7&gt; 18. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? short, shy, Just plain getting old.&gt; 19. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? My Grandfather. who passed away about 3 years ago. he was my most favorite person in the world.&gt; 20. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU?  yes&gt; 21. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?   Blue, White and blue shirt. &gt; 22. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? The tv in the background.  &gt; 24. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Blue&gt; 25. FAVORITE SMELL?  Love Spell, By Victoria Secret.&gt; 26.WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? A friend from work. Misty.&gt; 27. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE (of the opposite sex) YOU ARE ATTRACTED TO? their smile. personality.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 28. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?  Yes.&gt; :)&gt; 29. FAVORITE DRINK? Coffee, Diet Mountain Dew.&gt; 30. FAVORITE SPORT?  don't have one&gt; 31. EYE COLOR? Hazel, which is a brownish green.&gt; 32. HAT SIZE.  don't know&gt; 33. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?  no&gt; 34. FAVORITE FOOD? Chicken strips from kfc.&gt; 35. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDING?  happy endings&gt; 36. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED AT THE MOVIE THEATER?  don't remember, Been a long time since been to the movies.&gt; 37. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?  White, and blue&gt; 38. SUMMER OR WINTER?  Summmer for sure&gt; 39. HUGS OR KISSES? definitely, hugs.&gt; 40. FAVORITE DESSERT?  none.&gt; 41. WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Don't know.&gt; 43. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING? none right now&gt; 44. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?  Plain Black.&gt; 45. WHAT DID YOU WATCH LAST NIGHT ON TV . news.&gt; 46. FAVORITE SOUNDS?  some music, the sound at night in the spring when all the crickets are chirping. &gt; 47.  ROLLING STONE OR BEATLES? neither one.&gt; 48. THE FURTHEST YOU'VE BEEN FROM HOME?  lived in Utah for 1 year.&gt; 50. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Batesville, Arkansas&gt; 51. Who sent this to you?Badooza&gt; Have fun everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-115887769018291126?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/115887769018291126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=115887769018291126' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115887769018291126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115887769018291126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/09/susie-sent-this-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-115837231029501606</id><published>2006-09-15T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T19:05:10.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, How is everyone? Sorry I haven't posted in a couple of days. I just hadn't had a whole lot to say. It's been my usual week. nothing really exciting has happened. I don't know if everyone knows that much about me. I didn't put a whole lot in my profile. My name is Melinda, My husband's name is Shane. I have 3 wonderful children. 2 grandsons. I know I'm really old. I'm 46 years old. But I feel like I'm about 35. I like to hang around people that are a lot younger than me. simply because most people my age are very boring. I like to have a good time. My husband is 34. My oldest daughter is 25, My youngest daughter is 19, and going to college, My son (Jarrod)  is 17, a senior in high school. He's doing really good so far this year. I'm very proud of him. So far has made A's and B's. I know it's early in the school year. I hope he keeps it up. He had a job working part time. But he quit so he can really try to do good in school this year. We have promised him my husbands Toyota Supra. If he makes A's and B's all year. He's really wanting that car. My 19 year old daughter (Alicia) Still not sure what she's going to college for. But as long as she's going I'm proud of her for going farther than I did. My oldest daughter (Marla) is married has to wonderful sons. They are 4 and 5 years old. they are definitely a handful sometimes. But love them and also proud of the way Marla turned out. My children are all really great people. I may not be good at much, But I think I done a good job raising my children. Even though I wish I could have done more with them when They were younger. Never take one day for granted, Because they really do grow up too fast. When they are little you think they will never get big enough so you don't have to worry so much about them. Hey! You never quit worrying. I think When they get older and they are out running around It's in a way worse than when they are little because at least when they are little you know where they're at and can watch them all the time. Well, I know that I have went on and on about my family, so i'll shut up now. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-115837231029501606?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/115837231029501606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=115837231029501606' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115837231029501606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115837231029501606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-how-is-everyone-sorry-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-115810576661056405</id><published>2006-09-12T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T17:14:04.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it just me, or does work really suck? I absolutely hate my job. But I can't just quit. ya know how that is. need that stuff that is the root of all evil. Evil or not I still need it. What's so bad is you have to have so much of it just to survive in todays world. It really sucks that life has come to this point. Where personal possessions are so important to people. I think I would be happy living in a cabin in the woods and eating from a garden, Have my husband kill the meat. The only problem would be no electricity, no T.V., no computer. What would I do without those things. I quess I'm as bad as everyone else. Have to have this stuff, or I think I do. I really think I could adjust. But it would be very hard. I even think about not having my diet mt. dew. a day. I might have to kill someone over that. But really, If you get to thinking what life would be like if we didn't have all this technology. It would really be bad since we have gotten so used to it. If we had never had it, it wouldn't be so bad. I love meeting people and talking to them. With a computer you can meet people from around the world. Pretty cool. I'm still amazed by this invention. I hope we never have to experience what it would be like without this stuff. But if we do we can survive. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="98" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/400/log%20cabin.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-115810576661056405?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/115810576661056405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=115810576661056405' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115810576661056405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115810576661056405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/09/is-it-just-me-or-does-work-really-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-115802924724960557</id><published>2006-09-11T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T19:47:27.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will never forget the tragedy the day of sept. 11, 2001. I remember being at work and the t.v. was on. I worked at a donut shop at the time. We had a t.v. in the corner of the room. the room was full of people, When It showed the first plane going into the first tower. everyone in the room got silent. I just stopped and stood there in shock as I watched. As if that wasn't bad enough. While everyone was still in shock over the first plane. while we were all still watching ,the 2nd plane hit the 2nd tower. I couldn't help it but tears come to my eyes, and as I looked around the room everyone there had tears in their eyes too. I will always remember that day. I will always keep all of the people that died and people that survived the tragedy in my prayers and thoughts. It made me feel so small in this big world. Knowing that something so tragic could happen so fast and no one would have time to do anything about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-115802924724960557?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/115802924724960557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=115802924724960557' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115802924724960557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115802924724960557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-will-never-forget-tragedy-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-115793957583213863</id><published>2006-09-10T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T18:52:55.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been spent mostly doing as little as possible. Had to go to Wal-Mart. I hate going to Wal-Mart. There are always too many people. I just want to go in and get out quick. It seems like everybody in town decides to go all at once. I just can't believe there are that many people in such a small town. Shane went squirrel hunting this morning. actually killed one. lol. This afternoon was spent just hanging out at home.It seems like I have cooked all day, and cleaned the kitchen a hundred times.  These pictures are some of the stuff being done at my house today while I was cooking and cleaning. I got to at least take these pictures and hang out with them a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/320/100_0372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jarrod practicing shooting, getting ready for bow season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/320/100_0371.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Alicia and Erin studying for exams. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/320/100_0340.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Alicia and our dog (Ruger) both with big mouths.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/320/100_0343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                           Alicia and Erin acting goofy as usual.                                &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-115793957583213863?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/115793957583213863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=115793957583213863' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115793957583213863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115793957583213863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-has-been-spent-mostly-doing-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-115767164571256340</id><published>2006-09-07T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T16:27:25.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am I the only person in the world that doesn't like my husband to go to strip clubs?  Why is it that some women think its ok for their husbands to go to strip clubs and come home all horny and want to make love to you. Or should I say just have sex. And who knows what all they do while they are there. I know there is more goes on in a strip club than most people know. I know they have back rooms and depends on how much you want to pay. Can get blow jobs for about 50 bucks. Because I always thought why would a guy want to go to strip clubs and get all horny then just leave. To me that's just torture. But come to find out They don't have to leave horny. I don't think my husband went in the back room. But who knows, He lied to me about even going. Said He didn't know they were going to go until they got there. But why come home get all cleaned up to go get an axle for a big truck, which was what they were going after. Do I have a right to be mad, or am I just being stupid. I more upset about the lying but I still don't like the idea of him going to strip clubs when If he will just come home I will buy the stripper outfit and strip for him. Am I crazy?  I am doing much better now. But its been about 3 weeks since he went. It still bothers me. Why? Am I just insecure or what? Or why can't he look at me and get as horny as he does with them. If its something I need to do different, all he has to do is tell me. But he won't. What should I do. Ican't bring it up in front of him again. But I can't quit thinking about it either. I just don't understand why men do this to the women they love.  As far as I know only women that wouldn't care if they had a threesome with another girl and their husbands are ok with it. But I do care, I don't want to share My husband with anyone. If I did, I would have never married him.  All I know if It happens again, I have decided to leave, because I can't live with the lies and strip club bitches too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-115767164571256340?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/115767164571256340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=115767164571256340' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115767164571256340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115767164571256340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/09/am-i-only-person-in-world-that-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-115758471705115669</id><published>2006-09-06T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T16:18:37.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today has been the usual. Got up about 5:30 a.m. Went to work. worked until 3:00 p.m. Drove home which is about 33 miles. Get home about 3:45 p.m. Run around the house straightening up stuff before I start cooking something to eat. Finally start cooking about 4:30 p.m. Get it done just a little after my husband (Shane) gets home. Eat, clean up the kitchen. wash a load of laundry. Take time out sometimes to type something on here. Take a shower, and finally sit down and watch t.v. about 7:00 p.m. This is my usual week. Sounds fun doesn't it. If my life got any more exciting I would just die. lol. A picture of My daughter and her friend. They were acting goofy as usual.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/320/100_0076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-115758471705115669?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/115758471705115669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=115758471705115669' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115758471705115669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115758471705115669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-has-been-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-115750067246067493</id><published>2006-09-05T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:57:52.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/100_0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/320/100_0319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/100_0318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/320/100_0318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/100_0317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/320/100_0317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend has been pretty good . Nothing really exciting happened. Saturday was spent running errands for my husband and his friends while they were building fence. The one most important errand was going to get the beer. Cannot build fence without it. Impossible. Believe it or not, I really think it is impossible. They have to take breaks and drink a beer to discuss the next important step to take in the fence building process. Without the discussions, which would not happen without beer, The fence building would become just a plain and dull looking fence, but with the discussions it is difinitely not plain, and sure ain't dull. It's a pretty fence. What is a pretty fence you ask, one that has been built by my husband, John, and Michael (Coondog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the weekend was spent celebrating the new fence. I know you can quess how we celebrated. Beer, of course. Just sitting around talking eating, and drinking. What a weekend! May sound kinda boring, but believe me it's not. Loved it and enjoyed it. Glad to be back to my usual crazy self. Hope everyone had a good weekend. Tell me about yours so I can be jealous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-115750067246067493?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/115750067246067493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=115750067246067493' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115750067246067493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115750067246067493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-past-weekend-has-been-pretty-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-115716073171006272</id><published>2006-09-01T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T18:32:11.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever just wanted to scream so the whole world could hear you? Everyone just listen to me and everything would be so much better. Be nice to people it makes a big difference. Just let people be who they are without cutting them down. Why can't we just do that? I don't know. I know I'm not completely normal, but who is?  Are You? If everybody was normal this would be a very boring world. I may not be the so called norm. but who gives a crap?  You may not be the so called norm. Are you? If you are I feel sorry for you. Your life must be very boring. Hey, take a chance every once in a while and do something fun. You might actually have some. ( fun that is).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-115716073171006272?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/115716073171006272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=115716073171006272' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115716073171006272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115716073171006272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/09/have-you-ever-just-wanted-to-scream-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-115698052669630049</id><published>2006-08-30T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T16:28:46.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/images[14].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/400/images%5B14%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here ya go. Sexy, ain't it.  You guys don't get to carried away, I know you can't hardly control yourselves, But at least wait till you get home so you can have sex with your partners and dream about these hot babes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-115698052669630049?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/115698052669630049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=115698052669630049' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115698052669630049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115698052669630049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/08/here-ya-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-115688668739004299</id><published>2006-08-29T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T14:30:35.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today has been blah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Today has been blah. I feel depressed, don't know why. I think way too much. and about everything that I probably shouldn't. I feel like I have it too good now and something bad is bound to happen. Why do I feel this way? I don't know. Do I really have it good. I work my ass off. I feel like thats all I ever do. My husband works too. But he tells me that all he does is work and bring home money for me. Well, He has a house, a truck, a car, a dog, a cell phone, home phone, all kinds of hunting stuff, which is never enough of that, He don't work weekends, never! which I usually work at least 6 days a week. I tell him I feel the same way about working all the time, But he acts like everything I work for don't matter because he pays for most of it. I make pretty good money, not as good as he does, but I work. I get to thinking about stuff way too much. This is just one thing I've thought about today. don't have room on the world wide web for the rest of it. I think I worry too much and just need to let what happens happen. The hell with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-115688668739004299?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/115688668739004299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=115688668739004299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115688668739004299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115688668739004299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-has-been-blah.html' title='Today has been blah.'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-115681089534275188</id><published>2006-08-28T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T17:21:35.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to impress a woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOW TO IMPRESS&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Wine her,&lt;br /&gt;* Dine her,&lt;br /&gt;* Call her,&lt;br /&gt;* Hug her,&lt;br /&gt;* Support her,&lt;br /&gt;* Hold her,&lt;br /&gt;* Surprise her,&lt;br /&gt;* Compliment her,&lt;br /&gt;* Smile at her,&lt;br /&gt;* Listen to her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Laugh with her,&lt;br /&gt;* Cry with her,&lt;br /&gt;* Romance her,&lt;br /&gt;* Encourage her,&lt;br /&gt;* Believe in her,&lt;br /&gt;* Pray with her,&lt;br /&gt;* Pray for her,&lt;br /&gt;* Cuddle with her,&lt;br /&gt;* Shop with her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Give her jewelry,&lt;br /&gt;* Buy her flowers,&lt;br /&gt;* Hold her hand,&lt;br /&gt;* Write love letters to her,&lt;br /&gt;* Go to the end of the Earth and back again for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO IMPRESS&lt;br /&gt;A MAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Show up naked ... * Bring food ... * Don't block the TV &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-115681089534275188?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/115681089534275188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=115681089534275188' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115681089534275188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115681089534275188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-to-impress-woman.html' title='How to impress a woman'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-115672330651237511</id><published>2006-08-27T17:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T17:31:22.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A weekend at the Bow shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This weekend was spent mostly at the bowshoot. I was the official score keeper. sounds exciting doesn't it. lol. I know I will not be volunteering to do that again. Here are a few pictures of my husband, son, his girlfriend, my brother, and other friends ( of my husbands).&lt;/span&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/7041/3229/200/100_0304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                      Jarrod shooting&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/200/100_0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shooting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&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/7041/3229/200/100_0305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;         &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      My nephew, Hunter  shooting, he won 2nd place&lt;/span&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/7041/3229/200/100_0311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   Waiting on prizes&lt;/span&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/7041/3229/200/100_0313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                              &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     Still waiting 2 hrs later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-115672330651237511?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/115672330651237511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=115672330651237511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115672330651237511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115672330651237511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/08/weekend-at-bow-shoot_27.html' title='A weekend at the Bow shoot'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-115655732657403163</id><published>2006-08-25T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T17:07:37.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's a good day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/100_0297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="245" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/320/100_0297.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/100_0292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/320/100_0292.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/100_0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="222" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/320/100_0295.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has been a good day. I have been in a very good mood, don't know why. What the hell is half naked thursdays anyway. let me know, I might want to participate in that one.lol. Here are some pictures of my daughter and her boyfriend acting crazy. image that.They're around me too much. lol. And some pictures of the inside of my nose. ha.ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-115655732657403163?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/115655732657403163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=115655732657403163' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115655732657403163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115655732657403163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/08/todays-good-day.html' title='Today&apos;s a good day.'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-115646526564992500</id><published>2006-08-24T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T18:16:36.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;These Poems or quotes explains me pretty good right now. I know no one knows what i'm talking about but, my husband and I have been having some problems lately. I know I can't keep living worrying about everything. But I also can't live with someone who I can not trust to tell me the truth. I'm giving it One more shot. If it happens again I know its over. But I'm going to try to do better on my part and look at things in a different perspective. I am really a nice person even tho I know I don't show it enough.&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Love is the most potent cause of anxiety&lt;br /&gt;and also the most difficult to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Author Unknown ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned silence from the talkative,&lt;br /&gt;tolerance from the intolerant&lt;br /&gt;and kindness from the unkind.&lt;br /&gt;I should not be ungrateful to those teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Kahlil Gibran ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing you can possibly do&lt;br /&gt;is worry about what you could have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Author Unknown ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must speak to be heard,&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes&lt;br /&gt;You have to be silent to be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Author Unknown ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason a dog has so many friends&lt;br /&gt;is because he wags his tail instead of his tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Author Unknown ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may forget what you said,&lt;br /&gt;but they will never forget how you made them feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Carl Buehner ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attachment to being right creates suffering.&lt;br /&gt;When you have a choice to be right, or to be kind,&lt;br /&gt;choose kind&lt;br /&gt;and watch your suffering disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Dr Wayne Dyer ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No-one can make you feel inferior&lt;br /&gt;without your consent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Eleanor Roosevelt (1884-1962&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must begin to trust yourself.&lt;br /&gt;If you do not, then you will forever be looking to others&lt;br /&gt;to prove your own merit to you, and you will never be satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;You will always be asking others what to do&lt;br /&gt;and at the same time resenting those from whom you seek such aid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-115646526564992500?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/115646526564992500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=115646526564992500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115646526564992500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115646526564992500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/08/these-poems-or-quotes-explains-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-115638638788177440</id><published>2006-08-23T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T19:26:27.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you ever just wish your life away. I do all the time. i'm always wanting the week to be over and ready for the weekend. If I don't have to work on the weekends. which really sucks. I do work a lot of weekends. I'm actually off this weekend so far. unless they tell us by tomorrow. I'm so ready for a relaxing, drinking, do whatever i want weekend. and actually not have to worry about work or anything for a while. enough about that. My kids are back at school, and things are back to being just as hectic as i remembered from last year. even tho my son is a senior this year. and my daughter is in her 2nd year of college. It still seems like it is always something going on that i have to do or buy. Oh well I'm trying to really enjoy my kids now because i know they're growing up and I hate that. I know kids grow up, but I did't know it happened so fast. I know now what people mean when they say cherish every minute because they don't stay little very long. But now they're almost grown and i'm just now realizing this. When they were little, it seemed like forever, but now it seems like a minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-115638638788177440?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/115638638788177440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=115638638788177440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115638638788177440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115638638788177440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/08/do-you-ever-just-wish-your-life-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-115629897832336383</id><published>2006-08-22T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T19:09:38.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/100_0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/320/100_0267.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/100_0258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/320/100_0258.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/100_0246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/320/100_0246.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad to see other people are not quite normal just like me. This blog thing is going to be kinda fun. Today has been normally boring. so i have nothing really exciting to talk about. My day consisted of going to work, coming home, cooking, washing clothes, and blogging. Just getting ready for another day of excitement tomorrow. maybe i'll have something better next time. Just for fun here are some more pictures my son took. I never thought you could make a bug look so pretty. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-115629897832336383?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/115629897832336383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=115629897832336383' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115629897832336383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115629897832336383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-so-glad-to-see-other-people-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-115619778190979129</id><published>2006-08-21T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T15:12:01.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/100_0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/320/100_0175.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/100b0180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/320/100b0180.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the rainbow we seen the other day. I'm alway's amazed by rainbows. &lt;br /&gt;Today has been good. Not near as stressed as I have been. But pictures like this reminds me of the way life should be, Forget about all the troubles you are having and really concentrate on what really matters. Why we are here and hope I find the purpose for us being here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-115619778190979129?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/115619778190979129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=115619778190979129' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115619778190979129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115619778190979129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/08/here-are-some-pictures-of-rainbow-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33061509.post-115609339925014765</id><published>2006-08-20T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T10:03:19.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my first blog, so be patient with me. hope to find some friends here. I'm a little crazy but isn't everyone. There's nothing real exciting happening in my life but I would love to hear from others and I will try to post pictures and stuff later after I get all this fiqured out. I have a husband, 3 kids, which are all about grown. I have one more in school and this is his last year. So I kinda dread the day he graduates. But he's my baby, what can I say. I'm not good at communicating with people so please help me out as much as possible. Hope to see you around the blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33061509-115609339925014765?l=thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/feeds/115609339925014765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33061509&amp;postID=115609339925014765' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115609339925014765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33061509/posts/default/115609339925014765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoutherncrazylady.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-my-first-blog-so-be-patient.html' title=''/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433239334364214837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/3229/1600/crazy%20lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
