<?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-3991679036480525483</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:32:15.871-05:00</updated><category term='F1'/><category term='frog'/><category term='House Hunting'/><category term='Motivation'/><category term='Tusbaki'/><category term='FMP'/><category term='Animals'/><category term='tired'/><category term='Hulu.'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Stupid Sicknesses'/><category term='Wine'/><category term='Shiner'/><category term='Comic'/><category term='becks'/><category term='House'/><category term='meds'/><category term='Computer'/><category term='Excuses'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='Perverts'/><category term='laundry'/><category term='drugged up kitteh'/><category term='Tragic'/><category term='dickhead'/><category term='Weather'/><category term='My healthy creations series'/><category term='cream of mushroom'/><category term='Laptop'/><category term='Horses'/><category term='MRI'/><category term='work'/><category term='News'/><category term='picture.'/><category term='friends'/><category term='car'/><category term='Fail'/><category term='Septic Systems'/><category term='Shoes'/><category term='Script'/><category term='Chinese Hell'/><category term='booze'/><category term='Examiner'/><category term='Medicated'/><category term='body'/><category term='skillet'/><category term='cats'/><category term='Ipod'/><category term='New blog'/><category term='Brett'/><category term='Crane game'/><category term='Clothes'/><category term='Pants'/><category term='movie'/><category term='Sunny day'/><category term='Chat'/><category term='dishes'/><category term='Failblog'/><category term='Cleaning'/><category term='Old blog'/><category term='wireless'/><category term='asshat'/><category term='food'/><category term='insurance'/><category term='screwed'/><category term='fun'/><category term='sick'/><category term='paranoia'/><category term='canned'/><category term='Blog'/><category term='Racing'/><category term='Weight'/><category term='kittehs'/><category term='Pipe'/><title type='text'>Aislin's Dreams</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-2279383736777842771</id><published>2010-09-28T21:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T21:33:56.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aislin’s Day Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Ok maybe I should start earlier than today. See I got a burr up my ass and I wanted a change so I decided to cut my hair. So yesterday I went to my mom and she cut my hair.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/TKKXag1IlvI/AAAAAAAAADo/LcIHidJjh74/s1600-h/Scalp%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Scalp" border="0" alt="Scalp" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/TKKXaynnjKI/AAAAAAAAADs/6Xc1klRt-V4/Scalp_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;Yep I really had her cut it. She took 14in off. All of which are going to &lt;a href="http://www.locksoflove.org/"&gt;Locks of Love&lt;/a&gt;. The end result is this.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/TKKXbb-QsKI/AAAAAAAAADw/Gy7PWW3ObeI/s1600-h/Me2%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Me2" border="0" alt="Me2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/TKKXb_ikj6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/J17Q-T4DKuM/Me2_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;Quite a change. So lets go on to today. I got up this morning and sent my Brett Brett off to work. Then I decided to lay back down, since I was tired. I slept till about noon and then got up to get ready to go see my sis.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/TKKXcUassjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/osb300QO1dg/s1600-h/Me3%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Me3" border="0" alt="Me3" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/TKKXcl34R2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZusjHUSFEkc/Me3_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="212" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;Instead of having to brush out and braid my hair, I just ran a brush through it real quick and this was the result. Cool huh? I was surprised.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/TKKXc8EvufI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ICcOB4DQXbs/s1600-h/Starbucks%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Starbucks" border="0" alt="Starbucks" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/TKKXdGqRZEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zG1uN8nauQ4/Starbucks_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;I ran out the door to go see my sis at her work, stopping to get some Starbucks on the way. Mmmm Starbucks.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/TKKXdWuklFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mS9-foJf_wE/s1600-h/Nails%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Nails" border="0" alt="Nails" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/TKKXd75ykDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Y7xQRQxflXM/Nails_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Then my sis put gel overlays on my nails to strengthen them up so they will grow out more. The only problem is that my knuckles have been hurting me so the ached the whole time. Don’t they look pretty.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/TKKXeKsvS7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/L6V-nMh1Av0/s1600-h/KFC%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="KFC" border="0" alt="KFC" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/TKKXfFH8mUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1Gdfw252SvM/KFC_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;After that we were hungry so we went over to KFC to get lunch. I saved the biscuit for Brett since it wasn’t part of my diet.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/TKKXfaBke_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/dAkM9sQ9mfw/s1600-h/Barn%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Barn" border="0" alt="Barn" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/TKKXfr7sElI/AAAAAAAAAEc/pLh4Iippc4Y/Barn_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;After that I had to go to the barn and clean stalls. It isn’t that cold yet, I still worked up a sweat cleaning a few stalls.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/TKKXgKb1XjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zElafMWWeZA/s1600-h/Groceries%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Groceries" border="0" alt="Groceries" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/TKKXgVHDfPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Plgb10VgIZI/Groceries_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;On my way home I stopped off at Marsh and got groceries. See how neatly everything fits in the back of Shamrock. ^_^      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/TKKXgmcFZNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nGlP_D_yZR0/s1600-h/Me4%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Me4" border="0" alt="Me4" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/TKKXhBvk5VI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-d-PhYjFyEE/Me4_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;So after I got home I had wash the sweat off from working out at the barn so I took a shower, while my Brett Brett told me about his day. I brushed out my hair and it did it’s curly thing.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;So that’s my day off in a nutshell. Tomorrow I have to be in at work at the butt-crack of dawn. It’s kind of sad but at least I had a good day.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Also I have a new food blog, &lt;a href="http://cookhealthyordiehard.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cook Healthy or Die Hard&lt;/a&gt;. Go check it out. Laters! Savvy?      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;-Aislin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-2279383736777842771?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2279383736777842771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2010/09/aislins-day-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/2279383736777842771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/2279383736777842771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2010/09/aislins-day-off.html' title='Aislin’s Day Off'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/TKKXaynnjKI/AAAAAAAAADs/6Xc1klRt-V4/s72-c/Scalp_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-5215207593037639208</id><published>2010-08-17T21:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:55:23.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again into the land of retail.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So yeah, now that I’m working in retail again I remember how it use to be. The tiredness. The what day is it. The back pain that makes me a massage junkie. But yet I’m comfortable with it. I’m worn out. Getting use to working again. Working out at the barn. Trying and failing to keep up with things around the house. I gave up a day off to get more hours, which makes me grumpy. But I’ll survive.    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I went up and saw my grandma. Her birthday is Friday, so I wanted to go spend some time with her. The sink is messed up again. Need to fix it. I also need to tame the jungle that is our flower bed. So much to do, not enough time or energy to do it. Sooo tired. Laters! Savvy?    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;-Aislin&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-5215207593037639208?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5215207593037639208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2010/08/once-again-into-land-of-retail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/5215207593037639208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/5215207593037639208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2010/08/once-again-into-land-of-retail.html' title='Once again into the land of retail.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-9061285111405832682</id><published>2010-08-04T23:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T23:10:29.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oppressive Humidity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;That’s what the weather channel describes the humidity in our area as. It’s so bad that our little window air conditioner is spitting water because of condensation.        &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;I have to be at work early tomorrow so I have to keep this short. I have a new job. I’m also working part time cleaning stalls to board Katelin so I don’t have to get rid of her. Though her vet bill from moving her was not nice at all.         &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;I’m still hyped a little from work. I’m working retail again and part-time, but at least it’s something.         &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;Well that’s about all. Time to go wash my face, brush my teeth and hope I can get to sleep fairly quickly. Why am I never tired at night even after a 8 hour shift? Laters! Savvy?        &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;-Aislin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-9061285111405832682?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9061285111405832682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2010/08/oppressive-humidity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/9061285111405832682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/9061285111405832682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2010/08/oppressive-humidity.html' title='Oppressive Humidity'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-3098660416418589403</id><published>2010-05-15T23:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T23:56:04.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ups and downs. I guess that’s life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Ok. I’m writing this while drinking my 3rd Guinness so bear with me on this.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;First of all I’ll start with the downs. I don’t want sympathy and I don’t want to talk about it so I’m getting it out once and for all. We have been barely getting by. Living paycheck to paycheck and slowly draining our savings. So I had to make one of the hardest decisions I have ever had to make. I’m giving up my horse Katelin. Though I haven’t failed to pay her board, I can’t pay the vet bills if she gets sick or hurt so that is not good for her or responsible ownership. Though all I have ever wanted was a horse and a farm, I must do what is best for her. Brett says that maybe all my role in Katelin’s life was to save her and that’s it. Maybe that’s true, but nothing will take the pain of giving her up go away. I have to do it and that’s all I’m going to say about that.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;The ups. Our tax check came in so our savings is back to good. The bills are all paid up and we can now replaced me poor car. We are waiting for a start date on my new job to move forward on a car, but we are close. We are looking at a steal of a little red Chevy manual hatchback. If we are supposed to have it, it will be ours. If not, we will find something. So that’s something to look forward to. I would have liked to have a fenced yard for the dogs, but other things come first, like not being broke. So maybe next tax refund. I still need to get things cleaned up in the flower gardens.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Well my train of thought went the way of the alcohol fairies so I’m going to end this. Laters! Savvy?      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;-Aislin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-3098660416418589403?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3098660416418589403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2010/05/ups-and-downs-i-guess-thats-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/3098660416418589403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/3098660416418589403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2010/05/ups-and-downs-i-guess-thats-life.html' title='Ups and downs. I guess that’s life.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-5821416049948811798</id><published>2010-05-09T22:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:15:25.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Down but not out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;A lot has happened this past year. I haven’t wrote much here because all I had to say was basically depressing. But though this still suck, they are also starting to look up some. First of all if things go right, I have a new job. It only took me a year to get one but I did. And no matter what my mom says, I was really trying to get one. This economy just flat sucks.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;I’m looking forward to this new job. I am fully aware that it may be the most boring job since watching grass grow, but it will pay the bills and it works well with my sleep schedule. Hopefully it will be something solid and I might be able to move up thin the company some. I hope I’m comfortable enough with this company to stick with them for a long time. I don’t like the idea of any more job hunting in the future. I’ve learned on thing during this year. Because of my depression, house wife isn’t the occupation for me. I have to work outside the house to make myself stable. Sucks but that’s how it goes.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;You know I hate that question they ask in interviews of where do you see yourself in 3 or 5 years. You really can’t answer that truthfully if your goal does not involve you working there. But I guess my truthful answer would be working at someplace solid that I want to stay with and having a farm. I know now I can not have a farm as my sole job and I&amp;#160; never really wanted that in the first place. I didn’t want strangers coming into my personal space. I just wanted a farm my way. So in the end I just want&amp;#160; a job I’m comfortable with that will make enough money to have my farm.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;My car is on the short road to dead. So we have to replace it soon. Car payments yay –_- But there are a couple good prospects. But I might need to rent my mom’s car till we can get a new one. It’s not that my car doesn’t run, I just don’t want to risk it braking down on the way to work and getting me fired. Don’t want to fark up this job.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;So there you go. There are some good and bad and a little of me reprioritizing things. I don’t know. It seems like a good goal to work somewhere till you retire. That’s all for now.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Laters! Savvy?      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;-Aislin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-5821416049948811798?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5821416049948811798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2010/05/down-but-not-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/5821416049948811798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/5821416049948811798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2010/05/down-but-not-out.html' title='Down but not out.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-7646474189112195550</id><published>2010-01-20T22:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:54:57.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m aloud to say it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I’m aloud to complain, or am I just being a whiny bitch? Pretty much the end of last year was shit and this year doesn’t seem to be getting any better. Last year I lost my job and got only disappointment from what few interviews I got. We had to find a new place to stay, so we had to take what we could get, which isn’t bad, but it’s not a farm. We had to sink our savings into our cars and this house, so even I got a halfway decent job now, we wouldn’t be able to get a farm. Brett is worried about losing his job, which he’s stressed at in the first place. We are just getting by and I am very thankful for that. I never wanted to be rich. I just wanted to make enough to be comfortable and own a farm. But I’m stuck. We own a house and that’s good. But I can’t put Katelin in the backyard. Makes we wonder if I’m going to have to board her all her life, or should I just give up and see if Ivy will take her. I just wonder where the future will take me. We really can’t afford to have kids right now, and how can I bring a kid in the world and let them dream, knowing it won’t come true. People are like, don’t think like that, your dream could still happen. But to me that seems like bullshit. I have lost my savings and if I do get a job again, it’s not likely I’ll make more than enough just to get by. Honestly if I can finally afford a farm after I turn 40 I’ll be pissed, because that is not the time to get a farm. I won’t have that many good physical years to keep up with the work and enjoy it and 40 is too old to start having kids. It just makes me want to scream.     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;The job market sucks. It’s flooded with the unemployed and I’m scared of getting another job, because I am scared of getting fired again. I’m scared to death of office jobs now. That and not being able to help Brett, is wearing me down. I have wonderful dreams then I wake up to reality and it hurts, so all I want to do is sleep and escape from it all. I lack the energy to do anything. I’m just tired and starting not to care. My meds can only do so much so I just have to deal.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Ah well. I better stop here. I have a headache and I’m crying now, at least I can cry again. It had dried up for awhile. Laters! Savvy?      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;-Aislin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-7646474189112195550?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7646474189112195550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-aloud-to-say-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/7646474189112195550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/7646474189112195550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-aloud-to-say-it.html' title='I’m aloud to say it.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-7378489470619472592</id><published>2009-11-17T19:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:51:18.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone for an ear pop?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I wish I could. I hate allergies. I really do. So yeah joy of being a grown up 192, sometimes your birthday will be a little messed up. No traditional dinner at Fujiyama that’s on hold till next month where it will be joined with Brett and I’s anniversary dinner. Two birds one stone deal. I will be having dinner with my parents and sis the Saturday after my birthday. That works though. No big hoopla over my birthday. I guess it’s better that way. Hopefully Lisa and I will be going to the international festival Sunday. It’s so nice of her to remember me on my birthday. Seems more that the older you get, the less people care about your birthday. I try to keep track of everyone’s birthday and at least give them a call or a card. Doesn’t always work out that way though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month has been tight, but we are surviving ok. I’ve had enough of not having a stove. I’m putting the kitchen on hold till spring. I’m going to clean up in there, get the shelves up , and get the frikkin’ stove in. I will see if I can recruit Lisa this spring to see if she will help me paint and put down the flooring. Next up after the kitchen is the bathroom. I can’t reno it completely any time soon, but I can knock the title off of the walls that aren’t the shower and paint and fix the water damage on the walls and floor and maybe laminate tile the floor too. That will give it a fresher look and hold it till we and get a new shower/tub put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is going to be tight this year. A lot of hand made stuff all around. I don’t even know what anyone wants anyway. All I want are Kawaii Neko Ears and blankets. Can never ever have enough blankets. Ever. I’m hoping to get enough money for my birthday to get my hair professionally dyed black. Mom says that if I try to do it myself, it won’t turn out right because my hair is so long, so I have to get it professionally done. She doesn’t want me to get it done at all, but I’m tried of worrying about that. It’s not going to kill me and if I get tired of it, I will have it dyed back to my original color. Honestly I was way too goody two shoes when I was growing up, while other kids were dying their hair and getting tats and piercings I was worried what my mom would do. I kept telling myself that when I was out on my own the first thing I would do is dye my hair black. Well I’ve been out on my own for 2 years now and it’s about damn time I keep my word to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trying to take better care of myself. Not sure how that is working out. Going to try to dress up a bit more when I go out and start wearing at least some makeup again. I haven’t done one vlog yet. I kind of need to put makeup on first for it, and haven’t been brave enough to do that yet. I don’t want to throw my ugly face out there on the net without makeup. I’m nervous enough as it is. Hopefully after the Maze rd stuff is done the guys can get back to commentaries. They’ve been hitting rough patches as of late and I suggested getting on YouTube a bit might help them gain fans, so I’m going to use my new camera to help them with that. I love when I feel that I’m helping them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about selling Avon, and I got little to no response from that. All my sister said was um, which I don’t take as good. I was just trying to find something that I could make a few bucks at on the side to help with things. Blarg. I don’t know what to do. Well I think I wrote enough for now. Laters! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aislin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-7378489470619472592?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7378489470619472592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/anyone-for-ear-pop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/7378489470619472592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/7378489470619472592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/anyone-for-ear-pop.html' title='Anyone for an ear pop?'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-4525462667128527433</id><published>2009-11-05T23:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T23:10:22.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The joys of owning a house.</title><content type='html'>Honestly, we might have spent the same amount of money staying at the other place, or at least it seems so. But it all comes down to we are broke. All of the work we have done and such has drained us. Along with taking care of our cars. It’s now down to we have to watch our purchases because we have so many big things we have to pay for in what is going to be our slimmest month so far. Funny how things work out like that. My birthday is this month. I wonder what I’m going to get if anything. Christmas is going to be slim again. I still don’t have a stove or a pantry. Things keep pushing that back. I’m really fucking tired of fast food and microwave meals.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I still yet have found a job. I have to be picky on the pay, because I can’t make under a certain amount or we will suffer. The problem is no one wants to hire me. Why can’t I just find a job where I can work from home? I would do other people’s laundry for money. I just haven’t found anything, and no one is responding to my resumes.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;As things go on I honestly am starting to think that I will never get a farm. That it would take us winning a lot of money or someone handing one to us. Our savings is gone with no hope of it coming back in the near future. So much for dreams huh? At this rate I don’t see kids in the future either. Is this how my life is going to be? Bouncing from job that I can get to job that I can get if I can get it and in the mean time living off the scraps the government gives us, making only enough to pay the bills?   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;It’s hard cleaning up the old place. I miss it and it’s a grim reminder of how close we came to having a farm. I love our new house, I’m just realizing we are going to be here longer than we thought. Sigh. I guess that’s life.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Laters! Savvy?  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;-Aislin&amp;#160;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-4525462667128527433?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4525462667128527433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/joys-of-owning-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/4525462667128527433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/4525462667128527433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/joys-of-owning-house.html' title='The joys of owning a house.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-8278445152923663022</id><published>2009-10-19T03:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T03:35:55.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I still miss him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;My grandpa that is. I dreamt about him yesterday. I’ve come to realize that’s his way of checking in on me. He knows I’m a sleeper and that way I can actually see him. The good part of the dream went on like a normal day at my grandparent’s house would be, then I realized that my grandpa is dead, yet in front of me. So I started crying, I hugged him, told him that I loved him, and that I miss him. After that the dream ended.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;All this stuff with the new house is making me miss him more. He was such a Mr. Fix it that I would be able to ask him to walk me through a lot of this. I wonder if he would be proud of me. I miss his stories. I miss putting puzzles together with him. I miss how he would Hoover up any food you put in front of him.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;My last memory of him when he was alive is him looking at me before I headed home after a visit. I said my goodbyes, but he stared into my eyes intently. I think he was saying that was the last time I was going to see him and that he was ok. I’ll never forget the look in his eyes and I’m thankful for that. It means a lot to me.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;I do miss him so and it makes me happy that he comes and visits me from time to time. But that’s enough sappiness for the time being.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Laters! Savvy?      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;-Aislin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-8278445152923663022?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8278445152923663022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-still-miss-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/8278445152923663022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/8278445152923663022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-still-miss-him.html' title='I still miss him.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-6192321829207558950</id><published>2009-10-17T03:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T03:13:27.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it all out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well we’re moved. Sorta. There are a few things that still need to be brought over, and the other place needs to be cleaned. So there is still moving type stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a whole big stressful experience. Brett knows I’ve been stressed out too. Coming home to me outside smoking a cigarillo and drinking a beer in the middle of the day is a pretty big sign that I’m stressed. It’s been stressful for him too. The only ones that have been taking this in stride are the animals. Funny huh? But other than Dipstick needing more exercise than we can give him at the moment, they are doing great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going through a bit of a culture shock moving to a smaller place. We are still trying to figure out where to put all our stuff. We will get it all figured out though. Things are not complete yet though. I just got the dog gates hung today and I still need to put latches on them. The kitchen walls need to be sanded and painted before we can lay the new floor, before we can set up the pantry shelves, before we can bring the stove and fridge in. The living room needs to be sanded then painted. The lawn seriously needs to be mowed. But the weird thing is, is how cold it’s been getting. It makes me wonder how hard of a winter we are going to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like the house, I’m just getting overwhelmed by all the stuff that needs to be fixed and me not having the money right now to fix it. I’ve already made changes and compromises that I really didn’t want to just because I didn’t have the money to do what I wanted. This place is supposed to be an investment, but it right now seems like a money pit that I’ll never get my money back on, let alone make a profit off of. But I’m putting in a lot of sweat equity into this place, I just hope it pays off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to find a job right now is really wearing on me. I’m looking and trying, but I’ve only had one real interview so far. It’s driving me nuts and I’m worrying about what is going to happen in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t say that life is horrid right now. It’s just really stressful. I’ll get through it and be ready for the next problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aislin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-6192321829207558950?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6192321829207558950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-it-all-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/6192321829207558950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/6192321829207558950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-it-all-out.html' title='Let it all out.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-618680517539425994</id><published>2009-09-15T22:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:01:16.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The leaves are starting to fall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Meaning my favorite time of year is coming. Followed by cold and slick. Bah!   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;So the day for closing on the house is coming on fast and you guessed it, we aren’t packed. Stress is getting to us. People said getting a house was hard, but no one said it was going to be a butt rape. But finally on Thursday we will close. Then we have the fun job of moving our stuff. That’s going to be fun and a half. I just hope this time doesn’t end up like last time.    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;The electrician will be there Monday then he will give me a quote on the other electrical work. Looks like we are holding off on the fence for a bit. Dad has to help us replace the back door. I don’t know when I’m going to have a stove. I have never been so unprepared moving into a place, but there is nothing we could do. I’m just going to be surprised if I don’t have a mental break down and go off. Poor Brett, he might be the target of my fury too. We might not have TV or net for a month or 2 when we move. Depends on how fast Uverse moves. Until we get the electric taken care of I have to put the clothes out on a line to dry and before that I have to get a line set up. Vicious circle isn’t it? The kitchen and bathroom will have to be done bit by bit with cash that comes in, which will make cash tight, but we don’t have much of a choice.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I just hope we don’t go insane.&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I’m going to try to take classes to do admin work in hospitals. It pays good and the state pays for the classes. I’m also hoping I can get one of the many jobs down here. The classes only last 4 weeks, so I should be able to survive.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Well wish me luck through this ordeal. I’m going to get some sleep while that fuzzy kids and my insides let me. LOL! Laters! Savvy?    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;-Aislin&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-618680517539425994?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/618680517539425994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/leaves-are-starting-to-fall.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/618680517539425994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/618680517539425994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/leaves-are-starting-to-fall.html' title='The leaves are starting to fall.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-3830873486699340519</id><published>2009-09-04T21:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:38:20.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen from Brett’s blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ok let me start out saying that I’ve had a glass and a half of Bacardi hurricane so if I don’t make a lot of sense, I’m sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are friends that have made a difference in my life. I love them all and owe them a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there is my friend SM. I don’t remember first meeting you because we were still babies. But our summers were spent together and you were my first friend. Though we are polar opposites we get each other. And though we don’t talk much, if you call, I’ll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is my friend LL. I still remember in middle school at lunch when you took a seat next to me and introduced yourself. I remember I was so shocked that someone would approach me. But we soon became fast friends. We went through so much shit together. But we got through it and are still good friends. Much hugs girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also my friend KM. I don’t remember when I met you. I know it was through LL. I do know you were always a bright bubbly character. Though your thoughts and actions go with the wind I still consider you one of my good friends and that’s just the way you are. You are a free spirit and I don’t think anyone can change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly there is Tokyo Cowgirl. I met you though your blog. It is heartfelt and entertaining. I enjoyed reading about your life, and you even reached out to me. Though you have your own crap to go through. You took time to help me out when my grandpa was dying and that means a ton to me. And that’s why I’ll always consider you a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much hugs friends! Much hugs. I love you guys, in a not gay way. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aislin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-3830873486699340519?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3830873486699340519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/stolen-from-bretts-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/3830873486699340519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/3830873486699340519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/stolen-from-bretts-blog.html' title='Stolen from Brett’s blog.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-3477936484384106810</id><published>2009-08-30T23:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:21:37.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaken Foundations</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Seriously, what in the world is happening?! Of course I saw my sister’s divorce coming and by no means am I dancing about it. But now 2 more couples close to me are calling it quits. Of course they aren’t blood family, but they are like family to me. I can not take sides on this because I love both sides, and I am not going to sway them in any way. It just hurts. It’s like family splitting up and honestly I didn’t see it coming. I thought their problems where just normal couple problems. I didn’t know it was making them suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly it’s shaking my foundations. It seems like all relationships are falling apart around me. Of course my parent’s haven’t broken up, but they are still at each other’s throats and dad doesn’t believe in divorce. Are relationships really so fragile? I don’t know what to think. It scares me. Not that I think Brett and I’s relationship is in trouble. But Brett leaving me for not being happy has always been a fear of mine. It’s just something I don’t understand. In no way do I assume to know the details or the way people feel and I do not mean anything towards anyone, but I just personally wonder how this could happen. How someone could date someone for so long and love them enough to get married, then everything change in such a short time. Again this is not meant to ANYONE, it’s just someone who has dated someone for 5 years and has only been married a year, that is now scared shitless because she is seeing serious relationships crumble around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I want to curl up and cry. I feel so sorry for everyone involved in all of this. All I can do is be there for them, though I wish I could do more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much shit has been happening. The complications on the house thing has just been fucking ridiculous and I’m short steps from chewing out our mortgage consultant and real-estate agent. We just got a new puppy, who is trying my nerves. He’s a sweet pup but we are off to a rocky start, like I had with the Roar. It will pass, I just have to be calm. I’m trying to get a job, but I’m getting pissed that I can’t find anything that I’ll be happy with. And I wonder why I sleep so much. Hahaha. I really don’t know what to do about everything. I just hate situations where I have to sit back and do nothing, because there is nothing I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also LL I am getting your e-mails and I appreciate them. I’m sorry I take so long to respond if at all. My brain is all scrambled as you can see. I hope you aren’t taking it personally. Give your short tailed kitteh a hug for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aislin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-3477936484384106810?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3477936484384106810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/shaken-foundations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/3477936484384106810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/3477936484384106810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/shaken-foundations.html' title='Shaken Foundations'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-6243568914413359033</id><published>2009-08-21T23:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:13:10.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 hours and $400 later.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So I went to the mandatory thing so I could keep my unemployment. On the way I fought to get cheap gas, a white chocolate mocha, and found out my alternator died. Great start huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the 3 hours were a waste. The guy didn’t really know a lot and pretty much said that we were at fault for not getting new jobs because our resumes are apparently not good enough. Also they held on to our IDs the whole time so we couldn’t sneak out. Then we were informed we had to come back for another mandatory thing or we loose our unemployment. And we have to use the state’s job search system or we might loose our unemployment. Way to make us feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all that, I headed strait to Saturn to see if they could fix my car. Luckily it didn’t take too long, but I was set back just under $400. At least it was nice out. Plus is my car is fix now. Hopefully it will keep that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watching a lot of Penn and Teller’s Bullshit. I like it. It’s funny. But it does have a tendency to make you feel like a stupid douche for believing some of these things that you get told by the media. But at least we learn the truth in a hilarious way. It’s good that some of these things we already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House stuff is going really slow and stressing Brett out. Everything will turn out ok though. I just want it to be over already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my sister to Texas Roadhouse for dinner. Everything was great and she really seemed to appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now to pass out on the couch and hope the cats don’t destroy the place. Laters! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aislin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-6243568914413359033?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6243568914413359033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/3-hours-and-400-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/6243568914413359033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/6243568914413359033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/3-hours-and-400-later.html' title='3 hours and $400 later.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-2348825561379066763</id><published>2009-08-14T00:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:10:41.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You have been randomly chosen to be screwed over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Or at least it seem that way. I’ve been “randomly” chosen for a reemployment orientation through the work placement place that works with unemployment. Meaning they can force me into a job I don’t want and I can’t say a word about it or they will take away my unemployment. Not so fun. They say it takes three hours so that means it’s like any other work placement place where they send you through a battery of test to see what you can do then they tell you they will call you. So now my only looking for jobs I’d be ok with is going into anything I could survive through mode. I’m even looking at part-time jobs. Anything to keep from getting shoved into a job I will hate. I’ve been looking and putting in apps almost everyday, but still no serious nibbles. I still have some unemployment time left so I’m not that worried about that. And I was hoping I wouldn’t find anything till all the major projects at the new house were done. I admit I was hoping for a work at home job, but I doubt that will happen. I’m still pissed at my old job. They picked the shittiest time to let me go. Then they go and hire more people. They’ve been firing too, but it just makes me feel so worthless a disposable. I don’t think I could trust a job again not to screw me over. In the end I don’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is getting divorced but she managed to get a new job. She is living with mom and dad so she’s doing ok. It’s sad that the house I grew up in is no longer going to be in the family, but there isn’t anything anyone can do. Nikki can’t afford to keep the place by herself and her ex isn’t going to give her any money. He never did before anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my dad and nephew to the state fair yesterday. I had fun, but I was so worn out by the time I got back. My knee has been hurting today too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett is stressing about the new house. I’m more stressing out about after the signing for it. All the stuff that needs to be done. The whole what needs to be done when, and how much it’s going to cost. What can be put off till after we get the tax rebate. There is the whole deal with the windows too. They need to be restored or replaced. A window cost about $170 a piece, but we can get a $100 tax rebate on each one, which will pound out to about $70 a window after the fact. Also new windows save energy and are easier to clean. But original windows add value to the house and are cheaper to restore that getting new ones. So you see my problem. I’ll most likely just restore them and get new storm windows for the place that don’t stick out like sore thumbs to save money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok maybe I need to run down the list of things that need to be done to the place to let you all know what I’m dealing with. I will try to keep it in order of importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What needs to be done to the house.&lt;br /&gt;1. The Fuse box needs replaced. $?&lt;br /&gt;2. New plug for the dryer needs to be installed. $?&lt;br /&gt;3. Plug for the stove need to be installed.$?&lt;br /&gt;4. Wiring needs to be reran. $?&lt;br /&gt;5. Security system needs to be installed. $900?&lt;br /&gt;6. New back door and kitchen door. $400&lt;br /&gt;7. Security doors put in. $?&lt;br /&gt;8. New locks put in. $360&lt;br /&gt;9. New stove. $400&lt;br /&gt;10. More cabinets in the $200-400&lt;br /&gt;11. Kitchen wall redone. $10&lt;br /&gt;12. Windows fixed or replaced $100-1,900&lt;br /&gt;13. New sink, faucet, and countertop in the kitchen $400?&lt;br /&gt;14. New kitchen floor. $150&lt;br /&gt;15. Bathroom redone. $?&lt;br /&gt;16. Air conditioner installed. $?&lt;br /&gt;17. Fence Installed $?&lt;br /&gt;18. Roof redone. $?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who knows what else might pop up overtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all it’s going to end up being pretty expensive. Not to mention the tools we will have to buy for all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also we close in 3 weeks and we still have to pack. Crazy isn’t it. But Brett said we could get a puppy, so maybe then Shiner can come live with us. One could hope. Well I think that’s all for now. Laters! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aislin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-2348825561379066763?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2348825561379066763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-have-been-randomly-chosen-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/2348825561379066763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/2348825561379066763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-have-been-randomly-chosen-to-be.html' title='You have been randomly chosen to be screwed over.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-526086953176284591</id><published>2009-07-27T16:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:34:42.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in a blah mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So much has happened and is going to happen. I really don’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to sign the papers for the mortgage app tonight. The inspection is next Monday and I have to start packing. Not just packing, sorting through our stuff to see what we keep and what goes into the garage sale. Being the pack rat I am, that does not make me happy. But we are moving into a smaller place and we just can’t fit all our stuff in it. Things are going to have to go that we haven’t messed with in the last couple of years. Like my old game systems. I’ll keep the PS2 and the game cube, but the sega saturn and the N64 are going have to go. I have to go through all my kitchen stuff and find out what has to go. I just won’t have the space for all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worries though. Like will I be able to get rid of enough stuff. Can I keep the new house clean? I’m not good at that. It seems that when I clean up a room, it takes no time to get back to bad again. I just never have the will to keep up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to do first. I would like on the day of closing use that day to clean the house and paint before we even move a thing in. Because once we start moving things in we won’t have the room to paint. Plus I need to put more cabinets in. There is just not enough cabinet space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in there now. I want it over and done. I don’t like the transitional in-between feeling. There is nothing I can do about it though. I hate saying goodbye to this place. I’m already putting myself in the mindset of it’s not our place anymore. I need to be getting stuff done, but my un-sureness is keeping me in bed. I don’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get out of bed and get ready for tonight. I don’t know if I can be Brett’s support on this anymore. I’m having a hard enough time keeping it together. Arrg! Can I just hide under a rock and someone call me when everything is done? I guess this is just home buying stress. But it will nice to have something that is truly home. That no one can tell me no I can’t do that to the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to get up and moving. Laters! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aislin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-526086953176284591?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/526086953176284591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/stuck-in-blah-mood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/526086953176284591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/526086953176284591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/stuck-in-blah-mood.html' title='Stuck in a blah mood.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-7697887605413905974</id><published>2009-07-22T03:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T03:41:25.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m movin’ on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;More like just moving, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after the huge depression of finding out that we won’t even be able to afford to rent this place next year, I needed to take a breath and rethink things. Also being cooped up in the house caused a lot of issues. Thankfully my friend Lisa came to my rescue Saturday. We had a yummy lunch at Tokyo Buffet, then walked around the Mall. Other than ranting about the incredibly short shorts that kids are wearing these days, I got to vent about my life and came up with a couple solutions to my problems. I got to also meet her cat, and he was the purry cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after all of that Brett and I set up going to see a repo down the street. It was way out of our range repair wise. I then explained to our agent our budget and if we couldn’t get a place with enough land for Katelin in that budget, if we reduce that even farther, we could afford a house that we can stay in a while and afford to keep boarding Katelin. Mom thought I was giving the realtor a impossible task, but after a moment of thought, the realtor said she had a place that was uber cheap and in great shape, that we could see right then. Brett agreed to go see it and away we went. Well it was a cute little house in town. 2 bed 1 bath with a garage and a big yard. The house shows it’s age in the hardware and kitchen, AKA green floor and antique gas stove. It needs a air conditioner, but it’s in great shape and cute. Right off the bat I started making a list of things to do. Air conditioner, update electric. redo kitchen floor, strip and stain the doors and cabinets, plane the door bottoms, Knock out the wall between the sunroom and living room, redo the flooring in sun room and turn it into a dinning room, add more cabinets and counter space in the kitchen, redo the counter and sink in the kitchen, add storage in the laundry room, put up a fence, add a security system, look into a master suite add on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put a bid in on the place, we should be able to get it. We won’t stay there forever, 3 years minimum, but with improvements, the resale value of that place will soar. I will most likely drive Brett crazy with my wanting of improvements, but it will all be for us when we are there and to gain more when we sell the place so we can get our dream home. Truthfully I’m excited. I’ll get to get creative my way and we will have a place of our own that we won’t have to move out of in a year. ^_^ I know Brett is nervous, but he likes the place. Everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are starting to look up a little. But now I must try to sleep. Laters!Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aislin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-7697887605413905974?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7697887605413905974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-movin-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/7697887605413905974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/7697887605413905974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-movin-on.html' title='I’m movin’ on.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-8558618245938327274</id><published>2009-07-15T01:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T01:21:35.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It seems that life stinks like my cats’ litter box.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I had a phone interview today. I really don’t expect anything to come out of it.    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I got a pink blackberry curve. Still trying to figure it out. It was kind of hard giving up Hagi, but I was offered a new phone and I didn’t know how long my other one would last.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;So after a e-mail from my aunt, it seems that we won’t be able to afford to stay here another year, so all hopes of buying the place are gone. I guess I’m never going to be able to own a farm. Brett thinks we should rent an apartment, but I’m tired of temporary places. I’m already tired of moving. We aren’t going to be able to have a farm and a family, I get it now. The least the world can do is stop shifting us around everywhere. I’ve never moved around so much in my life. I’m a deep rooted person.    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I just don’t get why I keep getting tormented by life. I knew it was a possibility that we couldn’t keep the place. But I didn’t know the rent was going to boot us out before we could buy someplace else. I really don’t know what to do. Really what is there to look forward to now. A life of a common worker bee? Where dreams are just fantasy and the only way to shuffle through life is to keep your head down, take your meds, and drink.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Even now a stupid part of me is trying not to give up. Trying to think of a way of still getting what I want. *sigh* I’m hopeless. I’m stupid for thinking things would work out if I kept facing forward and researching. But in the end I guess I’m just a failure that will continue to be haunted by dreams that might have been every night.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Night. It’s 1am and I still can’t sleep, but if the sun is up I can sleep. I’ve been told if I sleep all day that will happen, but even if I sleep all night I can sleep all day. Maybe it’s something hard wired in me. Maybe it goes back to my dad staying up all night rocking me. My dad gave up on his dreams, why did I think I could be different than him and make mine come true?     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Sorry my blog has gotten emo of late. But that’s just how my life is. I don’t drink much anymore. I fear the feeling of hangovers. Plus it doesn’t seem to help at all. But beers are a little relaxing. Man I’m such a looser. Laters! Savvy?    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;-Aislin&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-8558618245938327274?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8558618245938327274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-seems-that-life-stinks-like-my-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/8558618245938327274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/8558618245938327274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-seems-that-life-stinks-like-my-cats.html' title='It seems that life stinks like my cats’ litter box.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-8048479879473252728</id><published>2009-07-07T22:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:48:12.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The job well is dry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;It’s getting quite frustrating. I’m trying. No I’m not to the point of running around filling out applications. Most places that I can do that with, don’t pay enough. Mostly I comb the net for horse or animal related jobs, then I look for normal jobs. Well so far there aren’t any horse or animal jobs available and now it seems the normal jobs have dried up as well. I can’t just take any job. I have to make as much or more than unemployment is giving me. Plus if I can avoid it, I would like to stay away from a job I would hate like customer service.     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;The truth is I’m afraid of taking on a new job. I don’t want to get fired again and I really don’t want a job I’ll hate and be miserable in. I’m so scared to take that leap. I’m still looking and if someone wants to interview me I’ll go, but what could be terrifies me. Also I thought when I was fired that this could be a opportunity to start up a horse business and now it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen. Not only have I been stripped of my chance for a farm, but our money is severely depleted. I just feel so worthless. Like all my dreams have been smashed and I doomed to live a life where I’m just getting by. I really thought I could break away from my parent’s life. I guess I’m wrong.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;I drive by horse farms and I’m bitter. I keep thinking why do they get to have a farm and I can’t? What makes them so special? And there are the people selling off their land. It pisses me off. They are tried of farming so they are just going to sell their land off to some developer? They have no love for the land that they worked so hard on all those years. If they really cared about it, they would find someone to keep it a farm, instead of caring about the money.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;I’m tired. I’m tried of being lost. I’m tried of feeling worthless. I’m tried of hoping and dreaming only to get let down time and again. I’m tired of watching other people get what they want and I’m left with nothing. I’m tried of getting what I want dangled right out of my reach. I’m tired of these dreams where I’ve got what I want and am so happy, only to wake up and have reality hit me in the face like cold water. I’m tried of crying at night. I’m tired of not being able to sleep at night and wanting to do nothing but sleep all day. I’m just tried. I don’t know what else to do. I really don’t.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;I wish something will come out and let me know if my dreams are going to come true or not so I can know what to feel. If I’m in for a big disappointment or not. If I’m going to spend my life hating myself for ever having a dream and believing it would come true.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;I have no debt. How many people can say that now a days? I guess it means nothing. In truth it means nothing to no one. It’s just that I have less bills to deal with. I’m so upset that I can’t even bring myself to go out and see Katelin. Because I fear when all is said and done I’ll have to even give her up, because I’ll end up not being able to pay rent/mortgage(more than likely rent) and pay to board her. And if I can’t afford a horse, then I can’t afford to have a child. But seriously if it is true that dreams don’t come true no matter how hard you work, then why would I be cruel enough to bring a child into the world only to have their dreams shattered and they live in misery too.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;I see how miserable Brett is and I can’t stand it. No matter what I do, he’s not happy anymore. I glimpse it from time to time. Mostly when he’s with his friends. I wish I could make him happy like that. I feel that I’m dead weight to him, dragging him in directions he doesn’t want to go. I feel like such a looser.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;I need to take a shower. Laters! Savvy?      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;-Aislin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-8048479879473252728?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8048479879473252728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/job-well-is-dry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/8048479879473252728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/8048479879473252728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/job-well-is-dry.html' title='The job well is dry.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-5958834781435706370</id><published>2009-06-26T13:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:22:45.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like a battle between a snake and a toad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Short, odd, and no one knows it will end.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;I watched Mikage, the resident ribbon snake go after a toad. The toad got away, but the whole thing was interesting to watch. It also got me thinking a bit. Other than why that silly little snake would try to go after that big fat toad.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Ok, I lied. All I was thinking about was the silly snake trying to get something that would never fit in it’s unhinged mouth unless it was cut up in quarters.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;But seriously yesterday was interesting. First we lost Farrah Faucet after she had a long painful battle with cancer, then we lost Michael Jackson. Brett and I agree that we like his music, but we also agree that guy was also fucked up. I think it may be stemmed from his childhood. He really was never aloud to be a kid. He spent all his time in the spotlight and I’m sure that caused a lot of issues, but his death was sudden, and Farrah’s was long and drawn out. I think we should focus a little more on her. Yes both deaths are equally tragic, but there should be more of a focus on what Farrah went through. She tried everything and never gave up fighting her cancer, the whole time raising awareness about it. She should be given a little more spotlight and credit than someone who died quickly of heart problems.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;There was a nice memorial show about both of them last night, that was on a equal setting. But the Today Show decided to dedicate today’s show to only Michael. What’s up with that!?!      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Also the whole don’t talk ill of the dead thing is taking effect and everyone is shying away from the fact that Michael was accused of doing some pretty bad things. When you talk about a person, you need to talk about the whole person, not just some highlights that you put together to satisfy what you thought they should have been. I seriously wonder what it’s going to be like when OJ dies.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Dad is going to come over today to help me hang my new can crusher, fix the latch on the laundry room door, and take care of wasps that are trying to build a nest outside the back door. Yeah I’m capable of doing all of those things by myself, but I don’t have the tools for that so I need to borrow dad’s. Plus it will be nice to spend time with him.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;The guys are doing a photo shoot for their website tonight so that will be fun. I might have to run out for pizza tonight, because I really don’t have anything to fix for all of them. Yeah I could order pizza, but that will be too expensive. I can just run down to Dominos or Little Caesars and get some pizzas for much cheaper.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;The kittehs are asleep on the couch together looking soooo cute.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SkUD4xpaIZI/AAAAAAAAADI/r_VFxVbguj0/s1600-h/019%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="019" border="0" alt="019" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SkUD5DTghtI/AAAAAAAAADM/LJ1u5dgQowY/019_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Well I need to get back to doing the dishes. Not fun at all. Laters! Savvy?      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;-Aislin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-5958834781435706370?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5958834781435706370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-like-battle-between-snake-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/5958834781435706370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/5958834781435706370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-like-battle-between-snake-and.html' title='Life is like a battle between a snake and a toad.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SkUD5DTghtI/AAAAAAAAADM/LJ1u5dgQowY/s72-c/019_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-650476939907106504</id><published>2009-06-25T02:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T02:52:05.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stumbling down the narrow trail.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I really don’t know if it was missing a couple days of my night meds, or if I was just having that kind of day, but Tuesday sucked. I had to stay up because my aunt was coming to mow so that made me a tad grumpy. But then I was informed, after I walked the yard that morning picking up sticks, that I didn’t do a good enough job. She wasn’t mean about it, but it made me feel like a failure. I had a ton of small failures all day, which made me feel like crap. When I went to go to my sister’s house I started crying. I felt like such a complete failure. I was so close to what I wanted. It was inches in front of what I wanted and I felt it was ripped away from me. Because of expenses and lack of incoming money not to mention the skimpy paychecks I got before I was canned. Drained my savings down to an amount that doesn’t make a great down payment on a house. I felt that my dreams were ripped away from me. We can’t afford a farm without help now. Mom says to be patient my aunt will get tired of the place and sell. That’s the problem though. We can’t afford it, even at a reduced cost. There is nothing with land that we can afford.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;I just feel like I’m getting tormented. Here I am in a great house with plenty of land, and I’m not aloud to use it. Then I noticed the&amp;#160; other day that the rain has washed away a good patch of seeds in the field right at the front. Enough to be a good sized pasture for a horse. I go outside after someone mowed and it smells like hay and I want to cry. It’s like being on the other side of the glass. I can see it but I can’t grasp it. Am I cursed? Am I doomed to live the life of my upbringing. Living on the edge of poverty. Making just enough to pay the bills, but never making enough to have what I really want. I watch my dad struggle to this day. I just though it had to do with a decision he made. He chose a family over his dreams and he chose a woman who will keep him on the financial edge. But now I think about it. He always said that when he lived on his own that he was working 2 to 3 jobs to pay the bills. He even said that the reason he moved in with mom before they got married was because his roommates baled on him and left him with all the bills. He even had to borrow the down payment for the house from grandma. Is this the life I’m doomed to? I tried to get out of retail because it never pays well. But I still ended up getting nowhere. I’m so ashamed that I can’t get towards owning a farm, that I stopped going to see Katelin. I know that’s wrong and I shouldn’t use it as an excuse. And if we have to move into a small place or an apartment in the next couple of years, then I might need to just sell her. Because it will be obvious we will never be able to own a farm and I will never be able to give her the attention she deserves.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;I just want to bang my head against the wall. I was in such a dark place yesterday. I try not to burden Brett with these things because I know he feels bad enough, but it seems like he doesn’t have a good day anymore. I can’t even make his life better. Is that the way things are going be for the rest of our lives. A pair of miserable. There is nothing Brett can do to make my dreams come true, so I don’t want him being upset about it. But I wish I could get at least him to be back to where he is happy again. I try everything I can. But nothing seems to work. It seems that the problem is something I have no control over. I so much want him to be happy. I just don’t know how to make him that way.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;I really need to grow some figurative balls and talk to my aunt. The worst she can say is no, then I will know that holding on to this place is nothing more than cheap rent and I need to look somewhere else for permanent. Grr! I’m tired of others having what they want and I am the one that is left with the bad luck and what I want just out of reach. God damn this economy and fuck everyone in management at my old job!      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Ok, I’m done now. Laters! Savvy?      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;-Aislin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-650476939907106504?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/650476939907106504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/stumbling-down-narrow-trail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/650476939907106504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/650476939907106504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/stumbling-down-narrow-trail.html' title='Stumbling down the narrow trail.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-2765786152331167481</id><published>2009-06-18T22:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:12:05.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A lesson of Gran Torino</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I just got done watching Gran Torino with Brett. I’m telling you what. There is nothing better than good chili, a Smithwicks, and a good movie. The movie was fucking amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett had a problem with all the racial slurs that were thrown around especially at the beginning. Growing up around that, it didn’t bother me as much. Pretty much it’s a story of a old grumpy and lonely man who just lost his wife and is at odds with his kids. He is one of the last white people left in his neighborhood and is grumpy about that to. He develops a friendship with a neighbor kid who tried to steal his car. He teaches the kid to have a spine and some important life lessons and the kid and his family teach him about living. Being an old Korean war vet he is haunted by the killings. You think he will have no problem with more. He chooses not to kill, but secures a way to keep his neighbors safe. I cried at the end and the movie was hard to watch at times. Why, because the character being a lifetime smoker, was dying of cancer and coughing up blood. This soon after loosing my grandpa to that it struck close to home. It was a good movie and I’m still crying a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to happier things. I made chili today which is awesome. Happy Birthday Tokyo Cowgirl! If you were here I would make you a cake. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new potato peeler and managed to cut my finger on it when I was cleaning it. I’d say it works. I burnt my hand when hot tomato sauce splashed up on it. I”m becoming a klutz in the kitchen. I need more practice. Laters! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aislin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-2765786152331167481?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2765786152331167481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/lesson-of-gran-torino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/2765786152331167481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/2765786152331167481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/lesson-of-gran-torino.html' title='A lesson of Gran Torino'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-5803898716545871377</id><published>2009-06-16T21:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:44:59.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No accomplishments for me today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously. I slept until about noon and woke up with the same headache that I had yesterday evening. So after a few minutes I ended up going back to bed. Brett wasn’t much better. His poor stomach hates him today, so he is going to bed early today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get to work on the nail holes and cracks on the walls today. Finish cleaning up in the kitchen, clean some in the living room. Get the clean laundry put away and make chili. Instead I spent the day in bed and ate once. I barely eat anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with dad to Loews where I got some supplies, like fire extinguishers. I had to get a new toilet seat for the main bathroom since the other one broke. It took me an hour, a screwdriver, adjustable wrench, and a crowbar to get the old toilet seat off. The new seat went on in less than 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to become handier. There are so many thing that need to be done around here, but I’m afraid to start. I’m definitely am going to put a large garden out back next year. I’m also thinking about getting Murry McMurry chicks and splitting them with Nikki this fall, so we will have egg laying chickens next spring. I wasn’t ready for chickens this year, but especially if we are aloud to keep Katelin here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to talk to Angie. I would honestly work 2 retail jobs to be able to build a barn and a horse business here, where I can buy this place with Brett. I really do love this place and watching the resident bunny and the little chipmunks run around is peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I’m tired. Laters! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aislin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-5803898716545871377?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5803898716545871377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-accomplishments-for-me-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/5803898716545871377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/5803898716545871377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-accomplishments-for-me-today.html' title='No accomplishments for me today.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-7580257130706888281</id><published>2009-06-12T23:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:45:47.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean till your feet hurt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Seriously, that’s what I did. But let me back up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shank was sick all last night and had a fever this morning. The fever broke around 10 and he finally ate at noon. The vet said he just had a bug and is now getting over it. He gave me something to tame his upset stomach and he seems to be back to his normal self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Shiner back to mom and dad’s she didn’t drink any while she was here, so I should only have her here for short visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I started cleaning. I didn’t get the dishes done. But I moved all the boxes into the back room bagged up all the trash and recyclables and they are ready to be dealt with. I cleared off the table and chairs. Then I cleared off the counter for some much needed space. I swept the kitchen floor. Then arranged the stuff by the wall. I cleaned up the main bath.The shower and floor need to be cleaned but everything else is clean in there. I even put one of those scrubbing bubbles gel blob in the toilet in a attempt to keep it clean. Because apparently with well water, no matter how much you flush it gets really nasty in the toilet fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that CLR Bath and Kitchen cleaner is excellent for killing bugs. Two short direct sprays on a wolf spider and that sucker flips over on it’s back, twitches a bit, then Fuck Raid! I’m stocking up on CLR. Plus where ever you spray it, it cleans it. So it’s a bonus. I would also imagine that regular cleaning with the stuff would deter bugs from wanting to come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my dad’s birthday, so he came over and I made him Hamburgers and a chocolate cake. I gotta say this, standing mixers are a gift from the goddess. I have never made a cake so quickly in my life. I gave dad a thing of chocolate covered peanuts, and he talked to me while I hobbled around the kitchen cooking. My feet hurt soooooo bad after all that cleaning I did. There was a lot of walking back and forth. But I had a good visit with dad. I hope he did too. I made sure he left with a big Tupperware of cake. Rory loved visiting with her grandpa. She put on her charm to him, giving him her best cute faces. She even sat on one of the chairs at the table while we ate. I gave her a couple pieces of cheese and dad called her spoiled. Shank even visited with him for a short bit, but wasn’t happy when dad helped me give him his medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked for about 3 hours and then dad headed home. Brett was asleep the whole time. Poor guy was just worn out from worrying about Shank all day. I woke him up when dad left and he ate his share of dinner. Now he’s watching Mixed Marshal Arts while bouncing his legs. My silly man. Well I need to head off to bed soon. Hopefully tomorrow I can get a shower and wash the dishes. Laters! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aislin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-7580257130706888281?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7580257130706888281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/clean-till-your-feet-hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/7580257130706888281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/7580257130706888281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/clean-till-your-feet-hurt.html' title='Clean till your feet hurt.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-846045156540704391</id><published>2009-06-09T21:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:49:46.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Of the warm of Shine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I went and got Shiner from my parent’s house. She is currently warming up my chair with her puppy furnace. Rory seems to have adjusted My dreams have been all messed up lately. Bad mixed with good, nothing like they use to be. It’s driving me crazy and making it hard for me to sleep at night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m having trouble getting to sleep at night. I get up early to make sure Brett gets out the door on time and so I can make his lunch for him, but I end up going back to bed and sleeping till 10 or 12. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m kind of hoping that Shiner will get me a little more motivated. But she is a bit of a snooze hound herself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven’t been able to find any animal jobs I also haven’t had enough get up and go to do anything. This is the first time I felt like writing in a while. I haven’t even replied to e-mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a bit of a mess. I resent the place I worked at so much that I wish it would just go to hell. But Brett still needs a job so I bear it. But It’s hard to hear about anything that goes on there. Good or bad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really don’t know what to do and it frustrates and scares me. I don’t want to go back to the kind of jobs I hate. At first I thought this is the chance to go into business for myself, but it doesn’t seem to be working out that way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really don’t want to give up this house. I love it. Yes it needs work, but it’s solid and most of the stuff that needs done, I can do, and others can help me with. I know I get frustrated because practically everything in this house is hand made. But it can be fixed and changed. Ever since I got canned I wanted to work on the house, get things done that need to be. Yes cleaning should be first priority, but I’m afraid. I’m afraid of investing time in this place, and getting my heart broke because we can’t keep it. I want to put a garden out back and a chicken coop. Both things I have been given permission to do, but I’m afraid to do it. That and I don’t think Brett will find it good use of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep wanting to ask Angie if I can set up a barn out back to start getting some boarders in to help us buy the place, but I’m so afraid to ask her. I’m afraid of her turning us down. I’m willing to just about anything. Even if I have to work anywhere retail till I get enough boarders to pay the bills. I’m not looking to be a millionaire. I’m just looking to make enough money to pay the bills and raise happy and healthy children. I think my dream is simple enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the starter farm loans I found, you have to be working the same type of farm job that you want to start up for 3 years to qualify. If we can keep a horse business going for 3 years here, I can qualify for a loan to buy the place. Maybe I shouldn’t get my hopes up. I just don’t know what to do. It’s enough for me to want to bang my head against the wall, then I would need to patch it or course. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aislin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-846045156540704391?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/846045156540704391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-warm-of-shine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/846045156540704391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/846045156540704391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-warm-of-shine.html' title='Of the warm of Shine.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-3826658734502254494</id><published>2009-06-01T18:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:05:14.799-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canned'/><title type='text'>In the night when we don't know if we are living or not.</title><content type='html'>I'm really starting to love that song from Get Backers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I know I haven't posted in a while. Well it has a little to do with the fact that I got fired. Yep miss thinking that she is important and needed got canned like yesterday's tuna. And how did I handle it? Well after I figured out that the cunt that fired me wasn't joking, I started to cry. I was able to keep myself sort of together until Brett came out. Then I lost it to the point of hyperventalating. I managed to get ahold of myself after a while Brett took me to Ma and Pa's were I drank 2 bottles of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not happy, but I'll survive. At least Brett still has his job. The worst part is that our chance of getting house came crashing down. At least we have somewhere to live though.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Sorry really not up to blogging. Laters! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aislin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-3826658734502254494?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3826658734502254494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-night-when-we-dont-know-if-we-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/3826658734502254494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/3826658734502254494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-night-when-we-dont-know-if-we-are.html' title='In the night when we don&apos;t know if we are living or not.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-6005286078841879923</id><published>2009-05-25T00:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:02:32.329-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Gather up your tears and throw them back up to the sky.</title><content type='html'>Well tonight was interesting. I drove by a potential house and I liked it. We should be looking at it this week. I drove up to Ma and Pa's house to wait for Brett after the race. We had awesome steak for dinner. I also drank a bottle of wine and a Miller Light. Which makes me wonder too things, will Tums make things worse and what is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;considered&lt;/span&gt; three sheets to the wind. I went to have dinner with my parent's last night. Dad, can't cook a steak. Good thing Pa can, or we would pat $10 every time we wanted a good steak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just me and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kittles&lt;/span&gt; last night which led to me being &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;parinoid&lt;/span&gt; for being alone. But I survived. I need to spray for bugs, because the spiders are trying to invade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma and I sat out on the deck with a fire in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chiminiea&lt;/span&gt; and I was enjoying nature, good wine, and country music on the radio. It was great. We saw a tree frog on the kitchen window so I had to take a pic. Seen here.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339617789147111954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/ShoiFrZ4YhI/AAAAAAAAACY/dJRSVPRf-XA/s320/Frog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry the pic sucks. I tried to clean it up, but it was at night taken with my cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired, but I don't want to go to bed just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I read a list of the hot or not bikini bods. Apparently I'm a not. They are down right cruel on these. We aren't perfect, get over it. The normal person can't keep a super &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;model&lt;/span&gt; figure and to make them feel like they shouldn't even put on a one piece is not fair at all. It really brings down &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;everyones&lt;/span&gt; self &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;esteem&lt;/span&gt; and pisses me off. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; I need to go out and get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lipo&lt;/span&gt;, before I should be aloud to wear a suit, let alone a bikini. What in the world are things coming too? Gods, the world is so fucked up with concepts of "beauty", that we never see the true beauty, of others. Just pisses me off. Well my eyes are closing without permission, so I better go. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aislin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-6005286078841879923?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6005286078841879923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/gather-up-your-tears-and-throw-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/6005286078841879923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/6005286078841879923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/gather-up-your-tears-and-throw-them.html' title='Gather up your tears and throw them back up to the sky.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/ShoiFrZ4YhI/AAAAAAAAACY/dJRSVPRf-XA/s72-c/Frog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-1298030025437293734</id><published>2009-05-21T21:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:44:16.287-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FMP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crane game'/><title type='text'>Don't worry, the company isn't closing.</title><content type='html'>Though we canned your boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not kidding there. My boss was fired. I really don't know what to think of it to tell you the truth. But it came as a huge shock to everyone. He's already been replaced. Sod is a good person and Brett said she is good to work under, so I'm kind of looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been kind of up in there air the last couple of days. They didn't have any work for us so we were to go home early and we were not to come in yesterday. They even told me, the friendly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;neighborhood&lt;/span&gt; receptionist that has to come to work when everyone else gets the day off, had to stay home. I have to admit I was worried. But they said work is coming in again, they just had to change around some stuff. So that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to download some new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt; songs for my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;, but I got caught up watching the last of the second leg of Full Metal Panic. I love that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt;. I really do. I wish I could make &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Souske&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chidori&lt;/span&gt; Sims. But I don't think the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sims&lt;/span&gt; programing can handle making someone so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rigid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Souske&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see the Wolverine movie. It was awesome. Brett won me a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kakashi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sensei&lt;/span&gt; from the crane game. It made me so happy. Yes my husband winning a small plush toy out of a arcade game makes me happy. When we were dating he would win me stuff out of it every time we went to a movie. It just reminded me that in all this chaos that we are going through. Some things are still the same. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kittehs&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;m'owing&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; dinner, so I better feed them and skitter off to bed. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aislin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-1298030025437293734?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1298030025437293734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-worry-company-isnt-closing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/1298030025437293734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/1298030025437293734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-worry-company-isnt-closing.html' title='Don&apos;t worry, the company isn&apos;t closing.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-2725538853014315277</id><published>2009-05-17T20:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:21:57.850-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>A sunday drive.</title><content type='html'>We drove by the house in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Danville&lt;/span&gt;. It's really out there. Goodness. It's only about a mile away from SM and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JM&lt;/span&gt;. On the way to Ma and Pa's we took back roads. It was nice I saw some countryside and cows. Some baby cows. I realized I got sunburned yesterday. Not fun. But it was a nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; drive and I enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up taking a sort nap at the house. We had pizza for lunch and tacos for dinner. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started watching the second series of Full Metal Panic. Really, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Souske&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chidori&lt;/span&gt; really need to just do each other and get it over with. I do like the show though. I want a big paper fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three day weekend next weekend. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! Can't wait. Really can't wait. I really don't want to go to work tomorrow. I guess I have a case of the Sunday blues. Life goes on. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aislin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-2725538853014315277?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2725538853014315277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-drive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/2725538853014315277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/2725538853014315277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-drive.html' title='A sunday drive.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-8486815153446063715</id><published>2009-05-16T20:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:50:05.172-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asshat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Racing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brett'/><title type='text'>A day of rain and cars.</title><content type='html'>Yo. I know I've been lacking on my blogging but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sims&lt;/span&gt; 2 and online &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt; has hooked me. I will try to keep up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; now that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; are where they should I've noticed a few things. I'll get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shaky&lt;/span&gt; if I don't take my day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;. And my balance on stairs will never be the same again. I think I'll survive as long as I have something to hold onto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to the track with Brett today. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Numnuts&lt;/span&gt; that was supposed to go with us, blew Brett off again. Only for Brett to get a text message from him at 7:30 with a lame excuse. Brett didn't want to go after that, but I convinced him to go. We walked around in the rain I got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hideki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mutoh&lt;/span&gt; shirt from the Danica Patrick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;merchandise&lt;/span&gt; booth. Oh it said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Andretti&lt;/span&gt; Green on the trailer but 99% of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;merchandise&lt;/span&gt; on it was Danica &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;related&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;!? I haven't seen such over publication of a person with no talent since William Hung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we walked and walked, and walked in the rain. I drank a Mike's Hard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Lemonade&lt;/span&gt; and we walked some more. We finally got to the bleachers in the middle of turn one. My ass is still wet from the failed attempt to use a plastic bag as a barrier against the wet seat. We watched as they dried the track I snuggled with Brett a bit. We watched Milky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Donuts&lt;/span&gt; white wall a tire between turns one and two. It was decent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;considering&lt;/span&gt; the majority of the drivers were scared of the track. I had fun and a corn dog. My back was killing me as we headed to the car, so Brett drove home and we decided to not go by my parent's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the Preakness Stakes, forgot to record it. I watched the race replay online. All I can say is Holly Crap! Not only did the filly Rachael Alexander beat all the other horses, she creamed them. She was in the lead the whole race, then at the end sped up to leave them all in the dust. That filly has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;talent&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out and picked up sticks in the rain for nothing yesterday. Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Asshat&lt;/span&gt; didn't come and mow today. He actually did something smart by realizing it is just too wet to mow. Brett and I are going to drive by a house in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Danville&lt;/span&gt; on the way to Ma and Pa's house. I'm looking forward to a semi lazy day and so is my back. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Aislin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-8486815153446063715?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8486815153446063715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-of-rain-and-cars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/8486815153446063715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/8486815153446063715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-of-rain-and-cars.html' title='A day of rain and cars.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-3120634942899588280</id><published>2009-05-10T18:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:36:54.757-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kittehs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Shopping's a headache.</title><content type='html'>Well not always, but I got a headache after coming back from grocery shopping. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oy&lt;/span&gt;, my poor head. Well it has been the biggest thing I've done since I got sick, so I shouldn't be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did keep it under budget and I should I have enough to last till next pay period. I went to Marsh. They have worse prices than Target, but I managed to get out for less than normal. Still trying to figure that out. I'll go back to Target next time, but I enjoyed how quiet Marsh was today. I really wasn't in the mood for dealing with a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom went up to grandma's for the night. I found that out when I got home. Good thing I didn't decide to stop by to wish her a happy mother's day. I'll just call her later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cats are chair cats. They are either on a chair or a couch when they are aloud to roam the house. Shank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;likes&lt;/span&gt; Brett's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;video game cha&lt;/span&gt;ir. Rory steals the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Steiner&lt;/span&gt; Recliner when Brett isn't in it. She also sleeps on the slide rocking chair. They are silly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kittehs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Brett Brett is back and all is right with the world. He got a new video game, so all is right in  his world. He is tormenting Rory again, so everything is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; in her world. Shank could care less as long as he is fed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I need to get back to virtual house hunting. Still need to find a place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett just took back the remote, so my weekend of controlling the big TV is over. Now it's back to racing and House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aislin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-3120634942899588280?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3120634942899588280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/shoppings-headache.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/3120634942899588280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/3120634942899588280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/shoppings-headache.html' title='Shopping&apos;s a headache.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-858762032393389960</id><published>2009-05-10T13:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:26:05.853-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kittehs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranoia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>What to do on a sunny day.</title><content type='html'>Well there are tons of things to do, but mostly I'll just go to the store. There is laundry to be done and dishes to be washed. Seriously they need to be washed as in no drinking glassed are left. Down to a spoon and fork sort of thing. It's amazing how bad things can get when you are sick. The dishes will most likely wait until after work tomorrow, if I still have a job. I left them hanging when the Company Pres was in town. I feel so bad about it. But I was sick. It's not like I was staying home on purpose. It won't matter if the pres thinks I should go. It would be horrible if I lost my job. Our dreams of getting a house would be dumped down the drain. I'm trying not to worry about it though. Because worrying about it will solve nothing and just make me sick again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had cereal for lunch. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Glamorous&lt;/span&gt; I know. But my options are limited, so cereal it is. That's why I need to go to the store. I might go down to Marsh today. I don't need beef, so it should be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I just want to avoid the Target crowd and if I go to Target I might want to buy a summer dress and I really shouldn't right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kittles&lt;/span&gt; they have been with me the whole time I was sick, trying to make me feel better with there fuzzy warmness. Though at times Shank tried to cut the blood flow to my legs with his weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me with happy mothers day, this morning. It made me happy. Though eventually I would like to be a mother to a human, instead of just animals. But with expenses and everything, I'm not sure that will be able to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett is off at his parent's house, watching their dogs. I miss him and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;paranoia&lt;/span&gt; is running rampant yet again. I don't think I will be mentally right till he gets home. That and I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jealous&lt;/span&gt; he got steak for dinner last night. I've never done well by myself also. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;paranoia&lt;/span&gt; gets the best of me and I start to worry about someone breaking in or something. Which results in me walking around the house checking the doors and windows umpteen million times, with a baseball bat in my hand. Yeah, I admit it, I have issues. What else do you expect from a person that rarely has been alone in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still Brett will be home tonight and I will follow him around like a puppy for an hour till he gets annoyed and tells me to back off. I can't help it. I miss him so much when he's gone. I just want to squeeze him forever after he gets home. He doesn't like that much though and looks at me like I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I need to get to the store and back. I also need to run a load or two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; the washer. I should have got going earlier. I could have put some clothes out on the line to dry. Ah well, I keep talking about it and never doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Aislin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-858762032393389960?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/858762032393389960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-to-do-on-sunny-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/858762032393389960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/858762032393389960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-to-do-on-sunny-day.html' title='What to do on a sunny day.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-4424536420322492274</id><published>2009-05-09T01:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T01:34:00.218-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tusbaki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Examiner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perverts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chat'/><title type='text'>Sleeping with Tsubaki.</title><content type='html'>For the past 3 days I have been sick. I haven't been sick to the point where I had to stay home more than a day for years. It's not been fun. I've felt like crap and been bored out of my mind. You'd think with unlimited access to the net, I would find a way to entertain myself. Not so really. Since I got sick. I moved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tsubaki&lt;/span&gt; into my bedroom with me. The way I have things set up I just set her off to the other side of the bed and go to sleep. So I've been sleeping with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tsubaki&lt;/span&gt;. Lazy I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love skipping out of work, I'd rather go to work and deal with the company president that feel as bad as I did these past days. That's sad isn't it. I promise I wasn't playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hooky&lt;/span&gt;. I really was sick. I'm feeling much better now, though I would like to get rid of these headaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They finally got my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; straitened out. It works well for me. From what I can see I have no more shakes. Which I am very happy about. Stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CVS&lt;/span&gt; with assuming things instead of asking questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aren't able to get the house we wanted. We are sad about it, but we knew it was a possibility so we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with it. I keep trucking on. Which also means annoy Brett with house prospects. He's been a trouper though. He's got a part time job as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;IRL&lt;/span&gt; writer for the &lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-10239-IRL-Examiner"&gt;Examiner&lt;/a&gt;. It doesn't pay much, but he's getting published and that could lead him to other things in the future. I'm proud of him for getting the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to find a clean video chat place. I found out there isn't one. Though there are designated places for the pervs, they still lurk around the normal ones. I wanted to reach out to the outside world after being locked up for 3 days, and to test &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tsubaki's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;webcam&lt;/span&gt;, so Rory became the star of the show. It's kind of hard for a guy to say show me your tits when they are looking at a sleeping cat. I did get a few normal people that wanted to just talk. One turned her camera on her cat so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; see it.  But all in all it was a bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; and I have to resign myself to the fact that there is no chat place that is pervert free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm tired so I think I'll drift off to sleep. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Aislin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-4424536420322492274?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4424536420322492274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/sleeping-with-tsubaki.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/4424536420322492274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/4424536420322492274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/sleeping-with-tsubaki.html' title='Sleeping with Tsubaki.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-8061944347345766219</id><published>2009-05-05T21:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:17:40.685-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My healthy creations series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Failblog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laundry'/><title type='text'>A break in the clouds.</title><content type='html'>I took Brett to his appointment at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;orthopedist&lt;/span&gt;. Where the doctor informed us that the tendons at the end of his hamstring were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aggravated&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cortisone&lt;/span&gt; should fix everything. So he got the shot, and I manage to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;convince&lt;/span&gt; the doctor to at least give him something stronger than an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aspirin&lt;/span&gt; till the pain goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to see my grandmother only to find out that my mom and dad had brought my nephew up to grandma's while they cleaned out the garage for her. So a simple lunch with my grandma turned into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cluster fuck&lt;/span&gt; and Brett and I getting further proof of why we shouldn't leave any kids we have in the future with my mom for any period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to Old Country Buffet and ate well. Then we skittered out to go pick up our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;, they had finally straitened mine out. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dosage&lt;/span&gt; gets upped tomorrow. Not looking forward to that. We got home and settled down for the evening. We had pizza for dinner, I got the trash out before it got dark. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; me! I also managed to get a load of laundry done, and get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; needed shower. Tomorrow It's supposed to start raining again for days, so I'm not going to be able to laundry again for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to deal with the company president tomorrow. I managed to avoid having to be at work and dealing with her today, but I have no excuse for tomorrow. Nor can we afford any more days off. *sigh* I think I can pretend to be someone I'm not for 9 hours tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to it in the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew why the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;president&lt;/span&gt; of the company doesn't like me so much. I get along great with the vice president and everyone else that isn't a regular back stabber or can actually keep it all in the toilet when they go to the rest room. Yeah, we have problems with that at work. We know who it is that is doing it, but can't call them out on it. Gross I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it was nice out today, which made the drive home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pleasant&lt;/span&gt;. Brett has to walk around with a cane for a little while longer, but eventually everything will right it's self and he can go without it. At least that's what we were told. I hope so, because I hate to see my Brett in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I need to get up earlier than normal tomorrow so I can put on makeup. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Grr&lt;/span&gt;. I want to use makeup when I feel like it, not when I'm being forced to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also check out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Failblog&lt;/span&gt;.org Brett and I were giggling over it today and sending each other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;failblog&lt;/span&gt; videos. It's worth the look see. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Aislin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-8061944347345766219?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8061944347345766219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/break-in-clouds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/8061944347345766219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/8061944347345766219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/break-in-clouds.html' title='A break in the clouds.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-8175921416214059646</id><published>2009-05-03T22:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:16:48.787-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hulu.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Septic Systems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clothes'/><title type='text'>The hulu zombie.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I've discovered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hulu&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;commercials&lt;/span&gt; are right. You do get addicted to it. I spread the addiction to Brett too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett went to Best Buy yesterday and overdid the walking around thing and wasn't up to going to his parent's house. My poor Brett Brett, he's not use to walking with a cane yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to do one load of laundry today. Hopefully I will be able to do another one tomorrow. I hate living on a crappy septic system. All winter it was fine, but I didn't know the yard gets so water logged in the spring. Standing water means the septic can't drain well and water can back up. A major drawback of spring. Almost makes me want to wash dishes in big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;basins&lt;/span&gt; outside so I'm not sending water into the septic. Same with washing clothes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Arg&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well one day of work before we go to Brett's appointment. I hope he does &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; at work. I don't want him in a lot of pain at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tsubaki&lt;/span&gt; is all charged up, but I'm not going to take her in the bedroom tonight. I need to get to sleep here soon, and I will be too temped to stay up all night surfing the net, and I already spent all day on it. Time to let her rest. Night! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aislin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-8175921416214059646?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8175921416214059646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/hulu-zombie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/8175921416214059646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/8175921416214059646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/hulu-zombie.html' title='The hulu zombie.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-2063229610960646821</id><published>2009-05-03T00:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:56:12.871-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hulu.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laptop'/><title type='text'>Words from Tsubaki.</title><content type='html'>So, I you know how I was bragging about how well my laptop was running after all these years? Well I shouldn't have opened my big mouth, because my dell decided that it couldn't run the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; anymore. Sucks huh. That's Murphy's law for you. Well I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;promptly&lt;/span&gt; got on the phone to Staples and asked if they had the same laptop I got for Brett. They didn't but they had a HP that was similar and was cheaper. Sold! I drove down there, bought it and was back to watch the Kentucky Derby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre-race&lt;/span&gt;. BTW when a long shot like Mine that Bird won the race, it just further proved that you shouldn't bet on the big races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have a swank new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lappy&lt;/span&gt; that I named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tsubaki&lt;/span&gt;, which after watching the latest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;episodes&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Naruto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Shippuden&lt;/span&gt;, mean Camellia Flower. I like the word that and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tsubasa&lt;/span&gt;, which means wings. But back to the subject. I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tsubaki&lt;/span&gt;, she runs so well and her wireless card rocks! Don't worry, my dell still has a purpose, we are going to turn her into a library computer to store things. Waste not and all of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor Brett is in a lot of pain right now. We are going to an orthopedist Tuesday, but I still wish there was something I could do for him. If they can't fix what's wrong, I'm going to change the way I look for a house. I'm going to have to find a place where it's easy for him to get around with a cane, so no stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place where I can handle most of the work myself, since he is limited on what he can do. I'm sure I can find a place, but I would prefer to have him better and not in pain anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a website called &lt;a href="http://www.sailormoonabridged.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sailor&lt;/span&gt; Moon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Abridged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's hilarious. They took the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sailor&lt;/span&gt; Moon episodes and dubbed there own words over it. Everyone needs to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a show on &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for the first time. The quality was amazing. Yes the buffering was annoying, but it's nice to go full screen with something and not have it all blurry and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pixelized&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to slosh through the yard to pick up sticks so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;douchbag&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;magee&lt;/span&gt; that my aunt hired could come and mow. Seriously, what moron mows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; tons of heavy rains in a yard with standing water? I swear if the grass was a foot underwater, he'd still try to mow it. Then accuse me of not picking the sticks and asking him to keep it down. That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;f'ing&lt;/span&gt; pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett wants everyone to know that he won the Indy 500 on &lt;a href="http://www.batracer.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Batracer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. He's silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going to continue messing around on the next, drinking Black Cherry wine. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Aislin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-2063229610960646821?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2063229610960646821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/words-from-tsubaki.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/2063229610960646821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/2063229610960646821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/words-from-tsubaki.html' title='Words from Tsubaki.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-1665496687862193475</id><published>2009-04-30T12:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T13:30:54.737-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screwed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MRI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><title type='text'>But I can't stop the rain.</title><content type='html'>Brett's MRI was a bust. They didn't find anything. Now he has a appointment with an orthopedist Tuesday. If that doesn't work, it's off to a sports medicine doctor. I don't know where else from there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Where's&lt;/span&gt; House, when you need him? Of course he would run a bunch of expensive tests, but he might find out quicker than all these doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett's already getting tired of seeing doctors. Can't say that I blame him, but we have to find out what's wrong with him. I'm afraid of him calling it quits because of money. He said he would rather limp around in pain for the rest of his life, instead of draining our money to were we couldn't get a house. That kind of shocked me. I didn't know he felt that way. Then I wondered if it was because of me. I started re-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;evaluating&lt;/span&gt; my priorities. Was a farm more important than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stopping&lt;/span&gt; him from being pain. If it took all my savings I would give it to make him better. We would work something out from there. He is more important to me than a farm or a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing is really starting to wear on him, along with all the other crap that's been happening. I feel sorry for him. I wish there was something I could do to make it all better, but I can't. I feel bad having him walking around looking at houses tonight, but it seems that he's going to still be in pain for awhile so putting it off isn't going to help. I just hope we have a good night, then we can go home and he can get off his leg by laying in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Steiner&lt;/span&gt; Recliner and surf the net on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lappy&lt;/span&gt; Gilmore, his new laptop. He's having to walk with a cane now. It's like I've got my own fuzzy House hobbling around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aislin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-1665496687862193475?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1665496687862193475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/but-i-cant-stop-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/1665496687862193475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/1665496687862193475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/but-i-cant-stop-rain.html' title='But I can&apos;t stop the rain.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-2758817938481518956</id><published>2009-04-29T23:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:30:38.065-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laptop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wireless'/><title type='text'>The rain does have an end.</title><content type='html'>I figured I would let everyone know that my life isn't all shit. Other than having my Brett Brett and fuzzy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt;. There are good things that happen every once and a while. Brett got his new laptop so he is happy about that. I was able to set up wireless on mine so I can move around the house with it, but for some reason my reception goes down some in my bedroom. I currently have my laptop on my stomach while I'm in bed. Hey it works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett's car is running better than when he bought it, so he is very pleased. I have a feeling a oil change is due soon for me. I'm afraid of what they will find when I take it in. But for now that is all behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to look at some houses tomorrow, hopefully that will go well. I would like for things to continue to look up. Maybe we had enough lows that we have earned some much needed highs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I need to get to sleep. I can't sit up all night typing and watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt;, as much as I want to. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aislin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-2758817938481518956?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2758817938481518956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/rain-does-have-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/2758817938481518956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/2758817938481518956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/rain-does-have-end.html' title='The rain does have an end.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-3869433554501985352</id><published>2009-04-29T14:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T15:41:26.126-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screwed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insurance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><title type='text'>The Real Folk Blues</title><content type='html'>Search for that song online. It's Cowboy Bebop's ending theme. You don't have to speak the language to get the feel of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep that's how a feel right now. Becks is still not making good, we ended up getting stuck between them and the dealership. Stressed beyond belief, I called the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wookie&lt;/span&gt;. He fixes cars, more as a hobby than anything, but I trust him to know more about cars than I do. After a short &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;explanation&lt;/span&gt; of what our current problem is. A fuel filter. After a question and answer session, he told us to trust the dealership. They are less likely to screw us over and know the most about the car. So we are back where we started. I doubt we will get any money back from Becks, but I'm tired of being jerked around and our savings drained due to sheer greed and stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes ass rape number 2. Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;insurance&lt;/span&gt; went up $30, along with a doubling of the copay amount. How much farther do they want me to bend over? *sigh* I did add &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aflac's&lt;/span&gt; Cancer coverage. To keep us from another possible screwing, because if we don't have it, one of us would probably get it just out of the world's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mere&lt;/span&gt; spite of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound bitter, but I'm tried of getting pushed down in the mud and kicked while I'm down. It's stressing Brett out too. We just got him to where he was feeling better and now he's stressing about all of this. He feels bad and keeps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;apologizing&lt;/span&gt; that I have to give up money for his car. He still thinks our savings is my savings. Yes it's in my account, but it's there for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;emergencies&lt;/span&gt;. I just would like for it not to be gone by the time we get a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of houses. We really can't skirt the edge on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mortgage&lt;/span&gt; payments now that our pay has been fleeced by insurance. So our slim options are even slimmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He head honcho is going to be in town &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; and she wants me to work on my energy. Even my boss isn't clear on what that means. I sure hope she doesn't fire me because she doesn't like me. That will probably be the the straw that breaks the camel's back. Looks like I'm going to have to turn myself into a totally different person for the day. I hope I can make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going to get to cleaning up. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; like the front area messy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Aislin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-3869433554501985352?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3869433554501985352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/real-folk-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/3869433554501985352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/3869433554501985352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/real-folk-blues.html' title='The Real Folk Blues'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-8651984890570447876</id><published>2009-04-28T20:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:23:13.426-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='becks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MRI'/><title type='text'>No pickles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SfejWbcLDVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/F55c0lPE67U/s1600-h/Kittehs+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329908289734643026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SfejWbcLDVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/F55c0lPE67U/s320/Kittehs+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was interesting. Getting up at 5:30am tends to foreshadow that. I had to take Brett to get an MRI on his knee. Of course it happened to be pouring outside, so thanks to the leaks in my car, it was raining inside and out. We get there early, and that goes ok. I treated him to breakfast at Bob Evans, then we head home. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grabbed&lt;/span&gt; some Zs and I just snuggled with the cats till it was time to take his car to the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so far it doesn't seem to be a interesting day, but just wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dropped his car off at the dealership repair shop, since no one else can tell what's wrong with it. They are overly polite, not being use to that we were a little surprised. We head off home and an hour later we get the diagnostics call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all when we took the car to Becks by home for a tune up, they put the wrong coolant in the car. This isn't some fly by night place, they came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;recommended&lt;/span&gt; by my dad, because he knew them. Well they FAILED! It turns out that the problems with the car are nothing related to the codes pulled from the car. A couple weeks about we spent $100 bucks for them to find out what was wrong with the car. Their diagnostics, that it was a faulty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;EGR&lt;/span&gt; valve. The same one that was replaced back in January. Brett asks the tech 3 times, is there anything else that could be causing this problem. They said no. Pissed off, Brett tracks down a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;EGR&lt;/span&gt; valve and replace it, and gets a refund for the so called faulty one. The problem keeps happening, getting slightly worse. Brett goes to Auto Zone and gets the codes pulled on the car. It says a number of things, like a bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;EGR&lt;/span&gt; valve and O2 sensor. I finally had enough and we take the car to the dealership, because they would know that type of car better than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;exhaust&lt;/span&gt; valve leak, a problem with the starter, one of the engine mounts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;collapsed&lt;/span&gt;, and it had the wrong coolant in it. None of these things Becks caught in the inspection. Fail 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becks is known for their mufflers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;exhaust&lt;/span&gt;, and they didn't catch a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;exhaust&lt;/span&gt; valve leak? Fail 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becks flushed the coolant when they did the tune up, so they put the wrong coolant in the car. Fail 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett calls Becks and tells them that the dealership said that the coolant was wrong. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Asshat&lt;/span&gt; at Becks pull the paperwork and says they used the right coolant, (the coolant is supposed to be blue, and it was green) and that sometimes dealerships can put one over on you, and that if you shine a light into the system, it can make the coolant look green. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Asshat&lt;/span&gt; says they put the right coolant in but if we wanted to bring the car in they would flush it and put coolant in it again. Brett calls the dealership back to get that the wrong coolant was put in the car in writing and double checks to make sure that the coolant was indeed wrong. The dealership tech that it was no problem getting that in writing and they just drained to coolant to flush it, and it was indeed green. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, what color blind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Fuckmook&lt;/span&gt;, tech can drain coolant from a car, see that it is blue, then turn around and put green coolant in? (the color tells the type of coolant) Fail 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we pick up Brett's car and get the paper saying that Becks fucked up. Then we are trotting ourselves over to Becks with paper in tow and demanding the money for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;diagnostics&lt;/span&gt; and the coolant flush back, because they have now cost us $1450 in repairs on the car that should have been caught earlier. Who knows if the fucking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;EGR&lt;/span&gt; valve was bad in the first place, which "needed replaced" when the car was in the shop for the tune up, so these problems could have been there and they didn't notice. We will simply tell them that if they don't refund the money that we will file a complaint with the BBB. We are also going to inform them that we are no longer going to take our vehicles there and neither are my parents. That's 4 cars they will never work on again. Lest see if they hit Fail 5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Fuckmooks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to the timeline of the day, my mother decided to come over and bring her friend from up north. I by the way hate this friend of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;her's&lt;/span&gt; and can not stand the woman. They come in and fawn over the Roar, and Shank hides. Shank hates my mom, because she torments him and calls him fat kitty. Shank lets Brett hold him so my mom's friend can see him. He knows he's safe from torment in Brett's arms. They chatter on and on, telling up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;horrible&lt;/span&gt; stories. Then they left. Only to have my mom call me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; my "yearly exam", &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to see a couple of houses Thursday, and one we were excited about already has an offer on it. Which sucks ass. But I did research on it. What they have is a First Right to Purchase agreement with the owner. Which means they put in a offer, but they won't commit to buying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; they sell their house, if they can sell their house. It's not solid. If little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' me comes along and likes the house, I can put an offer on the house, if the owner likes the offer and accepts it, then the people with the agree&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ment&lt;/span&gt; have a set time like 24-48 hours to give a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;definite&lt;/span&gt; yes, we will buy it, or they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;fore fit&lt;/span&gt; their right to it. Then the place is mine. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Muahahaha&lt;/span&gt;! But seriously there is hope in that situation, or the owner can tell us to fuck off. And the people with the agreement might go ahead and buy the place. But there is hope, and if people don't want to buy a place till their sold, they might not have enough money to own both and be forced to give up their right to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've been up since 5:30, so I'm going to bed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Aislin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know that the picture has nothing to do with what I wrote in the blog, but they are cute and I wanted to show them off. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-8651984890570447876?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8651984890570447876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-pickles.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/8651984890570447876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/8651984890570447876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-pickles.html' title='No pickles.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SfejWbcLDVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/F55c0lPE67U/s72-c/Kittehs+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-8118332435052749297</id><published>2009-04-27T10:06:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:26:35.660-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ipod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid Sicknesses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><title type='text'>Life is a boat.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's calm waters, other times some idiot comes by and rocks it and you end up falling in the drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously I love the song 'Life Is A Boat' by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fu&lt;/span&gt;, it's a good song. I'm loving my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;. I listen to it at work, and I listened to it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; the Indy Car race yesterday. I also listened to it on the way home. I was still buzzing good after drinking nearly a bottle of wine and Brett's parent's house so when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Caramell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dansen&lt;/span&gt; came on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sakura&lt;/span&gt; I started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt; to it in the car. Eventually Brett told me to stop, because it was distracting. They should &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;consider&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Caramell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Dansen&lt;/span&gt; dance a workout routine, because it wears you out an used a lot of your muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went out with Ma (Brett's Mom) we drove by a house for sale that I wanted to look at. After that she drove me by one other place she saw and then we went to the book store and Target. At Target I got one of those big bag purses. It's white with big pink flowers on it. Ma said that it wasn't too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;fru&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;fru&lt;/span&gt;. When I asked Brett about it, he said there is nothing wrong with girls having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;fru&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;fru&lt;/span&gt; stuff. I do like the purse though. It's big and it doesn't look like I have as much stuff anymore. I could keep my makeup bag in there and still have a ton of room. That would imply I wear makeup on a regular basis, and I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, first we had Mad Cow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Disease&lt;/span&gt;, then Bird Flu, now we have Swine Flu. For goddess sake, what's next Equine Flu? And you got to wonder how these things just pop up. If they were there all along and can spread so quickly, why haven't we attacked by it long before now? They say if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;exhibit&lt;/span&gt; flu like symptoms that you should notify your doctor right away. Great, I bet every doctors office is flooded with calls of people thinking they have the Swine Flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the trend in Japan of wearing a surgical mask, to keep germs out, or in. Now Mexico has adopted it. I read an article about how it's almost a fashion statement in Japan, and they aren't sure it helps anything. Maybe it's like a placebo to these people, since they think they are protected, then they don't get sick. I really don't know. I saw a girl walking down the street the other day with a colored surgical mask. I'm all for following Japanese fashion, but I don't think that will catch on, and if you are doing it just for a fashion statement, well you've got problems. But of course growing up, there were some pretty weird fashion statements. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett goes in for his MRI tomorrow. We've got to find out what's going on with his leg, before he turns into House. We are stopping by J's to get his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;earrings&lt;/span&gt; taken out. They really haven't been out since they were put in. This is going to be fun. After the great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;earring&lt;/span&gt; extraction, we are going to drive by a couple of house options. I'm currently waiting for my mortgage lady to call me back and let me know what Mortgage Insurance is, and why do I need it. Because that thing is making possible Mortgage payments that are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;livable&lt;/span&gt;, turn into OUCH. And I will have a real hard time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;convincing&lt;/span&gt; Brett to go with OUCH payments. And if that doesn't work out, then we fall into the desperate level of things. *sigh* Why is this never easy. If this keeps up we are going to end up living in a van down by they river. If we can't find anything with acreage, then we will have to looking into a cheap enough house where we can still afford to board &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Katelin&lt;/span&gt;. I would really hate to ask a family member for money to help with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;down payment&lt;/span&gt; on a place, just so we can afford the payments. I'm betting on the van down by the river. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Aislin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-8118332435052749297?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8118332435052749297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-is-boat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/8118332435052749297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/8118332435052749297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-is-boat.html' title='Life is a boat.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-8629762059139321631</id><published>2009-04-26T00:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:32:31.157-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ipod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kittehs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><title type='text'>Sometimes the breeze isn't enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SfPhVdtB0tI/AAAAAAAAACI/YWFnxuZo_ZM/s1600-h/Kittehs+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328850542976422610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SfPhVdtB0tI/AAAAAAAAACI/YWFnxuZo_ZM/s320/Kittehs+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I finally got all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accessories&lt;/span&gt; for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; in the mail. I checked them for all the problems that people seem to be having with them, and they look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I ordered a new battery for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lappy&lt;/span&gt; so I can take it around the house. I'm also getting Brett a laptop of his own. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jealous&lt;/span&gt; that he will get this neat new laptop, but there is no reason for me to get a new one. Mine works just fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have 1 follower! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! It's my friend Tokyo Cowgirl. It's good to know someone reads my blog from time to time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was nice. We opened up the windows and the cats ran from window to window smelling the breeze. They eventually wore themselves out. The picture is of Rory &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;asleep&lt;/span&gt; at the window. I enjoyed the windows being open, but the breeze died down and wasn't strong enough to cool the house so we relented and turned on the air. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The people that my aunt hired to mow the lawn showed up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;unannounced&lt;/span&gt;. He lost my number, so I gave it to him again. They scared our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;resident&lt;/span&gt; bunny that lives under the deck. I like the bunny. I get a kick out of seeing him just sit out in the yard like a little statue. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; calmed down and ate while we watched him today. I keep wanting to get pictures of him, but he's just out of range for a good picture all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd say the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;kittehs&lt;/span&gt; are about ready for bed, and they are going to wake me to feed them at 6 so I better scoot off to bed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;! Savvy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Aislin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-8629762059139321631?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8629762059139321631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-breeze-isnt-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/8629762059139321631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/8629762059139321631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-breeze-isnt-enough.html' title='Sometimes the breeze isn&apos;t enough.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SfPhVdtB0tI/AAAAAAAAACI/YWFnxuZo_ZM/s72-c/Kittehs+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-517255842734145903</id><published>2009-04-24T13:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:33:58.180-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ipod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laptop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Grumbly in the tumbly.</title><content type='html'>So I've went from eating till I was stuffed and snacking when I was a little hungry, to eating small, proper portions and maybe eating a apple between meals. Lets just say my stomach is a little upset with me. It doesn't think yogurt is enough for breakfast and green tea isn't a good subsitute for coffee and coke. So 3 hours before lunch it starts talking to me and I wish lunch time would hurry up and arrive. Then when it does I wolf down my plain chicken patty sandwich and 15 pringles. My stomach is still asking where the rest of the food is. Yep it's going to take awhile for my stomach to adjust. I'm most likly going to have to go out and get a salad after we get to J's tonight. I don't think I can last until after their JITBR recording.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving my new iPod. Brett is jelous of it. I forgot I loaded Caramell Dansen on it, so when it came up on the rotation I started laughing, and wanted to get up and dance to it. I would get a lot of weird looks if I did that at work. But I have Sakura hooked up to a pair of computer speakers so I can move around while I work. Also it's more distracting having music directly in one ear while you are trying to talk to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are going to get Brett a Laptop of his own, so I don't have to share mine anymore. I know, I should be better at sharing, but it still gets a bit annoying. So we are going to use tax return money to get him his own laptop and he can surf the net in the Stiner Recliner. I think that will make him a very happy Brett Brett. I'm going to get a new battery for my laptop, so it can actually be disconected from the power plug. The old battery is toast, so my portible computer is pretty staionary. I'm not surprised I've had the thing since 2002.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying up till midnight messing with iTunes, is starting to catch up with me. A nice nap sounds really good. I wonder if anyone would notice if I crawled under my desk and went to sleep. I would have to take the phone there with me, but I could deal with that. Need to find things to keep me awake, that doesn't involve poking myself in the rear with a strait pen every 5 minutes. Laters! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aislin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-517255842734145903?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/517255842734145903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/grumbly-in-tumbly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/517255842734145903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/517255842734145903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/grumbly-in-tumbly.html' title='Grumbly in the tumbly.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-5023514140961761327</id><published>2009-04-23T23:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T00:06:34.475-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ipod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>I haz iPod!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SfE5MKG0JjI/AAAAAAAAACA/cX7yUwkDr-w/s1600-h/iPod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328102715190158898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SfE5MKG0JjI/AAAAAAAAACA/cX7yUwkDr-w/s320/iPod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, I finally have it! When we got home tonight there was a little box on the front porch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;addressed&lt;/span&gt; to me. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;contained&lt;/span&gt; my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;. I named it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sakura&lt;/span&gt;, because it's pink and pink reminds me of Cherry Blossoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;frikkin&lt;/span&gt;' ever to get everything set up. I had to try several times to upgrade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt;, because the version Brett had was too old for it. It finally got done a few minutes ago, and I quickly synced in all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Anime&lt;/span&gt; songs. 3 hours worth. I'm sure to drive the people at work crazy now. But I'm happy. Now to bed because I'm going to be tired as hell tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way crab wrapped in bacon is awesome. I guess everything does taste better with bacon. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Aislin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-5023514140961761327?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5023514140961761327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-haz-ipod.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/5023514140961761327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/5023514140961761327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-haz-ipod.html' title='I haz iPod!'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SfE5MKG0JjI/AAAAAAAAACA/cX7yUwkDr-w/s72-c/iPod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-8943669157931607217</id><published>2009-04-23T15:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:07:02.699-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><title type='text'>A shoelace eating shoe.</title><content type='html'>Seriously I have one. My mom got me a pair of big clunky black dress shoes when I was in middle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;, and I noticed from the start something was wrong. My laces were being warn through on the right shoe. Like it had been slowly chewed through. It continues to  this day to chew through laces and I keep replacing them. Why? Because I'm cheap and they are decent shoes, and laces are cheap. It's just a bad grommet that's wearing through them, I'll be fine. They have yet to eat my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to a china buffet with SM&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JM&lt;/span&gt; tonight. Excited about that. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;, not so much. Not really in the mood for it, but I'm sure I can find something I like there. It will be nice to catch up with them none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing my new work pants, haven't hemmed them yet, that's why I'm wearing the clunky shoes. It's nice to wear pants that are a little loose on me. Maybe I've lost weight, or just forgotten how it feels to wear pants that fit. Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm done for now, I have to get things cleaned up to leave and then stare at the time on my computer until it reaches those magic numbers. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aislin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-8943669157931607217?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8943669157931607217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/shoelace-eating-shoe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/8943669157931607217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/8943669157931607217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/shoelace-eating-shoe.html' title='A shoelace eating shoe.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-1799427234681532411</id><published>2009-04-22T13:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:33:59.645-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ipod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Ticking the time away.</title><content type='html'>I have found that time seems to move slower when you can't snack on things. I do have a snack though, a apple. I just don't feel like diving into it right now. Work seems to be dull and slow with Brett not here too. Poor guy is still sick. But I truck on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; seems silent. All the people I follow aren't saying much and rarely saying anything. I've been trying to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a hold&lt;/span&gt; of Tokyo Cowgirl, but she's most likely too busy right now to get back with me. So I continue to search for life out on the net and annoy you all with my excessive blog posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LF&lt;/span&gt; on her engagement! At least that's what I think that picture of a engagement ring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't hear any more from her. *sigh* I use to talk to my friends all the time, now they hardly have time for me. They say when you get married you have no time for your friends, well my friends have no time for me. I only have a few that are married too. Brett and I are to go out to dinner with SM&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JM&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow. Let's hope Brett feels up to it. I haven't see SM for a while. She's so busy with work and school. That girl just keeps going back for more degrees, but as she says, she loves money, so you have to work that hard to get lots of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL texts me from time to time, mostly just asking me how I'm doing. It's good that she cares enough to check in on me. KM seen my blog, so she's still alive out there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! That is one girl that you never know where she's going to be. She goes where the wind takes her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to talk to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nea&lt;/span&gt; more than most, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mainly&lt;/span&gt; because she and J come over for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;JITBR&lt;/span&gt; recordings. But it's good to have someone to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to find out what a real day in the life of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;foreigner&lt;/span&gt; in Japan is like. And also what a day is like in the life of a native in Japan. I get slight views from the blogs I read and sadly enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt;. But it does nothing to walk me through it. The video day in the life of videos by lonely single men do noting for insight. One guy was eating cereal right out of the box, that only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;portrays&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bachelors&lt;/span&gt; life. Not what I'm looking for. *sigh* I will continue to search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I've caved to being one of those people that has to have a certain tech device. I don't need every tech device, I'm just tried of switching out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cds&lt;/span&gt;, and I don't want to buy a whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt; for just a few songs, plus I can get J-pop on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Istore&lt;/span&gt;. I was going to get a red one, but you can only get it from Apple, so I went with the pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Nano&lt;/span&gt;. It was cheaper, so I could afford to get a few cheap accessories, by what the reviews say, could either work perfectly or break on the first use. But like I said they were cheap. If they break I can always fork out the money for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;versions&lt;/span&gt; from Apple. I'm supposed to get it tomorrow if all goes well. Then I can load it up with music and not have to worry about switching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;cds&lt;/span&gt; again, unless I'm in my car of course. Not high tech enough to have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; hooked up to the car yet. Too much trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all that I have for now. I need  a refill on my tea and to get some more things done. Later! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Aislin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-1799427234681532411?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1799427234681532411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/ticking-time-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/1799427234681532411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/1799427234681532411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/ticking-time-away.html' title='Ticking the time away.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-2242220085944143827</id><published>2009-04-21T21:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:14:21.653-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skillet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My healthy creations series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cream of mushroom'/><title type='text'>My healthy creations series part 1 'Cream of Mushroom Skillet'</title><content type='html'>I've decided to try to post my food creations on my blog, in case people would like to try to make them. So is born the My Healthy Creations Series. These are made with methods I learned making healthy meals for my mom. My dad was making food from a low fat cook book, and he and I were suffering for it. So we developed ways to make food healthy but also filling. So I'm passing on what I can to all of you. Here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cream of Mushroom Skillet'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need a deep cooking skillet&lt;br /&gt;A pound of ground beef&lt;br /&gt;A can of low fat cream of mushroom soup&lt;br /&gt;2 bullion cubes or a cup of beef broth&lt;br /&gt;Veggies of your choosing&lt;br /&gt;a small box of pasta of your choosing&lt;br /&gt;2 cups milk.&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Merlot&lt;/span&gt; of cooking sherry&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup chopped onion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, brown the ground beef in the skillet and drain it, then using hot water rinse the meat to get all the grease off of it.&lt;br /&gt;Then return it to the skillet and add the chopped onion and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Merlot&lt;/span&gt;/sherry. Season to your liking.&lt;br /&gt;Then add the veggies you want and cook on medium covered, stirring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then when the veggies are mostly cooked, add the pasta, cream of mushroom soup, milk, broth or cubes, if you use the cubes add a cup of water.&lt;br /&gt;Stir together well and continue cooking on medium, this time uncovered, stirring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When the soup has boiled down about half way, reduce heat, cover and cook for about 15 min stirring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It should be done after the fifteen minutes. But you can cook it uncovered a little longer if you want the soup to cook down more.&lt;br /&gt;After it's done, let it sit 5 minutes, then dig in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone tries this recipe, let me know what you think. Now my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kittehs&lt;/span&gt; are saying they want to go to bed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Aislin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-2242220085944143827?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2242220085944143827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-healthy-creations-series-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/2242220085944143827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/2242220085944143827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-healthy-creations-series-part-1.html' title='My healthy creations series part 1 &apos;Cream of Mushroom Skillet&apos;'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-2899649156852324897</id><published>2009-04-20T21:12:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:49:14.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amid thoughts of plum wine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Plum wine is pretty good. Of course&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I got some cheap ass kind from a overpriced "Wine Specialty Shop" Not going back there. It's Beer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mecha&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CVS&lt;/span&gt; from now on. But the plum wine was a nice change and went well with laid&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;backness&lt;/span&gt; of tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well I've started eating properly. I'm not going to say eating healthier or dieting, because I'm not. I'm just changing a few decisions on food. Preparing it differently and changing my portions. I still can eat what I want, I'm just going to do it more wisely and not in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;excess&lt;/span&gt;. The doctor advised Brett to do the same so that's what we are going to do. It worked for my mom, I know it can work for me. But of course after I moved out, she went back to old ways, and her old weight. I read where someone said that Japan they have the right portion size, that's why it's so easy for them to stay fit. Of course the walking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;everywhere&lt;/span&gt; doesn't hurt either. But America is a place of huge portions, and we can get them for cheap and we think we are getting a deal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That seemed to ring true. There are value meals where you can super size it. $5 foot long subs. Nothing comes in small portions here. But just because you got all that food for a good price, doesn't mean you've got to eat it in one sitting. Yes it would be nice and I'm more than guilty of it, but today we went to lunch at subway. I got a foot long and some chips and ate half of both. Of course I could have wolfed down the rest before you could say, 'are you going to finish that', but I felt that it was enough and I could save the rest for lunch tomorrow. So packed it up and took it home. I had leftover fish and fries for dinner. My stomach is saying it could go for more, or maybe a nice snack, but I don't need it. It's just going to take my stomach time to get use to smaller potions. I'm not starving myself by no means, I'm just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stretching&lt;/span&gt; out good food ;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well I need to skitter off to bed, but first I leave you with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kitteh&lt;/span&gt; pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326951607149714018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/Se0iQ2fa2mI/AAAAAAAAABY/uKDo4DzmbX4/s320/RoarandShankwithdad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The little ones snugging with Brett while he naps in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Steiner&lt;/span&gt; Recliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326952355452469650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/Se0i8aIswZI/AAAAAAAAABg/Dij9WgVw6Eo/s320/RoarandShankwithdad2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Here's another pic of them, Shank is starting to doze off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326953070509699778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/Se0jmB7oMsI/AAAAAAAAABo/LTRIKYk2Frk/s320/CutelittleRoar.jpg" border="0" /&gt; A close up of the Roar. Sorry about the black blob in the corner. Brett didn't want me showing his chest on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326953806932713890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/Se0kQ5UjoaI/AAAAAAAAABw/PUdj_IO2o2g/s320/SleepyRoar.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; She's a sleepy little Roar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326954235968519362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/Se0kp3mqfMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/LXV4ZprOkeg/s320/Shankybank.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And of course we can't forget the Shank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;! Savvy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Aislin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-2899649156852324897?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2899649156852324897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/amid-thoughts-of-plum-wine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/2899649156852324897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/2899649156852324897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/amid-thoughts-of-plum-wine.html' title='Amid thoughts of plum wine.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/Se0iQ2fa2mI/AAAAAAAAABY/uKDo4DzmbX4/s72-c/RoarandShankwithdad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-2602496494178334641</id><published>2009-04-20T09:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:58:29.309-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><title type='text'>Why does Japan get all the nice weather?</title><content type='html'>Ok it's raining there too, but it's warmer. Where did all the nice warm weather we had last weekend go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/Sex_KA4IJFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VV_UjM3jt3o/s1600-h/Weather.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326772269283288146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/Sex_KA4IJFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VV_UjM3jt3o/s320/Weather.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-2602496494178334641?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2602496494178334641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-does-japan-get-all-nice-weather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/2602496494178334641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/2602496494178334641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-does-japan-get-all-nice-weather.html' title='Why does Japan get all the nice weather?'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/Sex_KA4IJFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VV_UjM3jt3o/s72-c/Weather.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-4002973213921539261</id><published>2009-04-20T09:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:45:50.908-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tragic'/><title type='text'>21 Polo Horses Dead In West Palm Beach</title><content type='html'>This is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tragic&lt;/span&gt;, I heard about it as we were heading out the door to work this morning. Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.abcactionnews.com/mostpopular/story/21-horses-die-at-Florida-competition/HeBrcWy-fU-BBC6KflXOGw.cspx"&gt;news &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-4002973213921539261?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4002973213921539261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/21-polo-horse-dead-in-west-palm-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/4002973213921539261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/4002973213921539261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/21-polo-horse-dead-in-west-palm-beach.html' title='21 Polo Horses Dead In West Palm Beach'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-2132882152676180060</id><published>2009-04-20T08:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:20:37.388-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excuses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>The mystery of the shrinking pants.</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday my biggest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accomplishments&lt;/span&gt; were washing work clothes and washing enough dishes for dinner. That's pretty sad unto itself, but after such a relaxed weekend, I put on my most comfortable work pants only to find they weren't comfortable anymore. Instantly this raises the question, did my pants shrink, or did I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;balloon&lt;/span&gt; up this weekend? The thought of jumping up another pants size and not being able to fit into my larger pairs of pants makes me want to run out and by Alli or something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt;. But I'm trying not to panic. I did eat a lot of salty stuff over the weekend. I also drank and didn't hydrate well enough. I also drank a lot of water before bed last night. So I wonder if that has anything to do with it. Not saying I don't need to lose weight, but I just can't afford to buy bigger clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financially we need to cut out the fast food anyway. The whole thing of being convenient, is a bad excuse and a further sign of me being lazy. Also, I'm drinking way too much pop, because it's again convenient. I'm hiding behind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;convenient&lt;/span&gt; way too much. I may not have the drive to work out everyday, but there are other things I can do to keep my weight down. I need to wash the dishes tonight and start cooking dinner again. I know how to cook healthy I've just been too lazy and been using Brett not being hungry as an excuse not to cook. I'm noticing a pattern of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;convince&lt;/span&gt; and excuses. These are apparently bad things in my life and I need to get rid of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't mean to turn into a whine fest or my own personal pep talk. I'm sure you all find me odd. But I always seem to be at war with myself. I know what I want or need to do, but let excuses or being tired get in my way. Before my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; I would sit there and try to will myself to do something, like get out of bed, and nothing would happen. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; bridged that gap between my brain and my body, I just have to put that to good use now. I don't know how many people have that problem of needing to be motivated or inspired to do something. But for 2 strait weeks I kept my room clean after I cleaned it and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;organized&lt;/span&gt; it. I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;clean out&lt;/span&gt; the litter pan every night, sweep the litter and carpet fuzz from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pedestal&lt;/span&gt; up off the floor and even wipe down the sink after I used it. Then I stopped. I don't know why, I just slipped back into lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to slip into lazy, thinking I'll do it tomorrow, or if I had this it would be different. But it isn't different. Lazy is lazy and that's what my dad has been trying to tell me for years. Of course he takes his go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;attitude&lt;/span&gt; too far which made me shy away from it, but the principal is the same. Yes, you could do it tomorrow, but it might be worse tomorrow and take twice as long, or something will come up, or you'll sleep the day away and not feel like doing it. I took not being forced to do things to my advantage when Brett and I moved in together, but there is no one to follow behind me and pick up the slack on my busy days. I just have to motivate myself and get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I'm done with this long winded blog. I don't know how it switched from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;weight&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;laziness&lt;/span&gt;, but I feel better for posting it. I wish I had more exciting things to post for you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Aislin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-2132882152676180060?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2132882152676180060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/mystery-of-shrinking-pants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/2132882152676180060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/2132882152676180060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/mystery-of-shrinking-pants.html' title='The mystery of the shrinking pants.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-2585552036114476245</id><published>2009-04-18T22:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:26:40.322-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunny day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>A day of sun and snoozing.</title><content type='html'>It was such a nice day today. It started out a little chilly but it warmed up nicely. I opened up the windows and the cats loved it. Though we have people living around us, it was fairly quiet, except for the douche that lives across the street that thinks the should keep the bass blaring and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rev&lt;/span&gt; his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hamsterwheel&lt;/span&gt; engine an obscene &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;amount&lt;/span&gt; of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a nice shower, I headed out to the store, then to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whitecastle&lt;/span&gt; to get some sliders for dinner. Shiner got a few fries out of the deal. I really hate shopping on Saturdays, but sometimes you just gotta. Brett made fun of my organic milk that I bought. I bet if I put it in a normal milk jug, he wouldn't notice a difference. Is it so wrong to buy organic stuff. Pretty sure that cow that gave the milk, gets treated a lot better than most of the normal dairy cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have that many complaints today, it was nice and a good day. And other than getting flipped off by an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;asshat&lt;/span&gt; on the way home, there really weren't any bad spots. I took a nap with Shiner while I watched racing stuff with Brett. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; are still causing the shakes, but it does make me buzzed on smaller amounts of booze, so that's a plus I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt decided that she can't get the mower to start, so she hired someone to mow the yard. the guy is nice and he spared the flowers growing by the deck, which is good because the tulip by the door finally bloomed and is a pretty red-orange color. I was going to put some clothes out on the line to dry, but I didn't get to it today. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Shopping&lt;/span&gt; wears me out. I don't know how people without cars do it. I usually fill my trunk up with stuff. They must have to go to the store every couple of days. That would suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett would like me to stay up for the F1 race with him, but I don't know if I'll last that long. I might pass out on the couch before that. His car is acting up and we are trying to figure out why. I already dumped $100 into a bad diagnosis, I just hope he can find out Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Shiners going to be wondering where I ran off to here soon, so I better go join her on the couch. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Aislin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-2585552036114476245?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2585552036114476245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-of-sun-and-snoozing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/2585552036114476245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/2585552036114476245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-of-sun-and-snoozing.html' title='A day of sun and snoozing.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-5530745654429000347</id><published>2009-04-17T10:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:39:59.446-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese Hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shiner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>A cat's leap of faith.</title><content type='html'>Lands him right on my sleeping husband. Yes Shank was using Brett as a trampoline last night. No clue why, maybe he thought he was taking up his space, or he's just feeling better. I don't know but he kept leaping from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pedestal&lt;/span&gt; to the bed, even after Brett got up. It shook the bed so it started ticking me off. Maybe I should explain. My oldest cat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Crookshanks&lt;/span&gt;, Shank for short, weights 16lbs. He is no longer a fat cat, that's all muscle. He's a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bulldozer&lt;/span&gt;. And my bed is a antique Iron bed with the original box springs. Which makes for an ultra bouncy bed. Now factor in a 16lb cat jumping on it from about 3 feet away and you get a very bouncy bed and a not so happy me. He's a little fart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are bringing Shiner home for the weekend. I feel like a divorced parent with weekend visits. But she just can't stand to be alone. Mom tells me she is green from running in the yard after it was mowed, so she gets yet another bath. I don't want green dog in my bed. Then I will have green sheets, and that's not fun. Since it didn't rain yesterday and it won't till next week, I can pick up doing the laundry and take an actual shower, not just a run and scrub. I need to get caught back up with the laundry, and we need a long dry spell to do it. It's supposed to be nice out, so I might save the electric bill some and hang some clothes out to dry on the line. Never did that before. Kind of looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems the more I blog the less everyone else does. But if I don't for a while there is a bombardment of other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;. It's just weird. Also, since I have this new fancy blog, I've noticed I still haven't gotten many visitors. That sucks, but I hope more people will visit soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling better today, I think it was getting out in the sun after so many days of gloom. Even if all I was doing was trudging around a soggy yard, picking up sticks. Rory really liked me opening up the sliding doors so she could smell the smells through the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the house hunt, still hunting. *sigh* It's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; hell of house hunting. Sorry, I watched Big Trouble In Little China last night. Well that's all for now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aislin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-5530745654429000347?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5530745654429000347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/cats-leap-of-faith.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/5530745654429000347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/5530745654429000347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/cats-leap-of-faith.html' title='A cat&apos;s leap of faith.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-7887324997346330471</id><published>2009-04-16T12:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:37:18.949-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><title type='text'>Susie F'ing Homemaker.</title><content type='html'>She, I am not. It's really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt;. I have a good cleaning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ability&lt;/span&gt; and when I clean I go all out. But I can't seem to keep my house clean and I'm embarrassed by it. A woman who can clean my sister's house top to bottom, do her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;laundry&lt;/span&gt; and dishes. Take care of the cat pans and bird cages, can't manage to keep her house looking decent. What's wrong with me? I don't even feel like cooking anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting so tired of not being able to find a good house for us. I'm starting to get a little desperate. I really have no clue what to do. It's like I have a wall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of my face and I can't see what I'm supposed to be looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not in a good place today, and I'm not sure anything will bring me out of it. I don't even if or what to make for supper. At this point I just don't care. I might just lay on the couch till Brett tells me to go to another room so he can sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the mopey post. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aislin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-7887324997346330471?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7887324997346330471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/susie-fing-homemaker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/7887324997346330471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/7887324997346330471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/susie-fing-homemaker.html' title='Susie F&apos;ing Homemaker.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-8234505979508523866</id><published>2009-04-15T20:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:41:42.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Keitai.</title><content type='html'>I'm adopted that term, because it sounds better than Cell or Cell Phone or even the snooty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mobile&lt;/span&gt; Phone. But that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years this little piece of tech has been my main line of communication. Well because I worked weird hours. When Brett and I moved into the apartment, we used our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keitai&lt;/span&gt; as our normal house phone. It just saved money that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we are in a house with lower rent. we have a land line. Well it's more of a pain than a comfort. Because our number is one digit off from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;comcast&lt;/span&gt;, we have calls for them at all hours. Though our phone was to be bundled with our net and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;, it wasn't so I have to pay at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; bill for that, which isn't cheap. And we still end up using our cells most of the time. We don't make many calls and we have people call our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;keitai's&lt;/span&gt; most of the time. I'm really thinking about of dropping our land line. It's just an unneeded expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;smartphone&lt;/span&gt;. Not a blackberry, cheaper than that, but my next one might be. But I can watch videos on it, download songs and use them as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ringtones&lt;/span&gt;, and I have a GPS map on it. The map has got me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;unlost&lt;/span&gt; on several &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;occasions&lt;/span&gt;. I have a picture of Shiner on the screen and that has never changed since I got it. It eats battery power when you use the net and videos, but it's a good phone. As of recently, it's taken on a new function. My alarm clock. I have a normal one, but it's old and when it has working batteries, it lost time and the light didn't work on it. It's just better this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest use of it to date, is Brett and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I's&lt;/span&gt; sleepy communications. He is napping in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Steiner&lt;/span&gt; Recliner, and I'm snuggled up  in the bedroom with the cats. But when he wakes up and needs to say something to me, he will text me to say it. It's a little funny to tell you the truth. It's not at all different than when I lived with my parents and my mom would call my cell from the house phone when I was upstairs in bed and she was downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main point is. For a long time, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;keitai&lt;/span&gt; has been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;integral&lt;/span&gt; part of my life, and though some can live without one, I can not. That is all. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Aislin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-8234505979508523866?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8234505979508523866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-keitai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/8234505979508523866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/8234505979508523866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-keitai.html' title='My Keitai.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-6253194352296665982</id><published>2009-04-15T19:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:52:36.248-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drugged up kitteh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Hurricane in a wine glass.</title><content type='html'>Well I just plunked some mega money getting Shiner and Shank's teeth cleaned. Now Shank is walking around the house like a drugged up hobo and it's freaking Rory out. Owning animals is never cheap, but it is amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No work today because of the vet appointments so that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;. I can only imagine the mess that we are going to run into when we return to work tomorrow. Well there is only 2 days left in the week so that's good I guess and the guys are going to be doing a &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thejerksinthebackrow"&gt;Jerks in the Back Row &lt;/a&gt;recording &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; so that will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a little nicer since Brett can start drinking again. He's no longer walking around grumpy when people are drinking. And he is drinking very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;responsibly&lt;/span&gt;. So I rewarded him with 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mondo&lt;/span&gt; bottles of wine. I got Captain Morgan 100Proof (which is very, very good) and a jug of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bacardi&lt;/span&gt; Hurricane. That's good too, and because I'm a lazy bitch right now, We have no clean normal glasses so I broke out a wine glass to drink it in. I know that's just weird, but it took me nearly an hour to scrub burnt on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Begal&lt;/span&gt; Bite off the pizza pans so I could cook pizza for dinner last night. I just didn't feel like finishing the rest of the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house search goes on. I'm so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt;. I really don't know what to do. I know it will be really hard to convince Brett to go out and see anymore houses, and with every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt;, my drive for it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;diminishing&lt;/span&gt;. I wonder if we are ever going to find a place, and be stuck in limbo forever. My mom is as cold as ice. Her suggestion is to sell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Katelin&lt;/span&gt;. Like that is even an option. It's so easy for her. If I told her that she would be just fine if she just got rid of the dogs, she would be furious at me. But that's just how she works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not looking forward to going to work tomorrow, but that's just my defeat talking. I might go to bed early tonight. It might make going to work easier tomorrow. But for now, I'm going to find out what to do with a drugged up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;kitteh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Aislin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-6253194352296665982?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6253194352296665982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/hurricane-in-wine-glass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/6253194352296665982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/6253194352296665982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/hurricane-in-wine-glass.html' title='Hurricane in a wine glass.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-6947204010358962983</id><published>2009-04-14T22:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:27:58.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*Bangs head against wall*</title><content type='html'>Grrr!!! Another house that's a bust. It was ok for us, but all wrong for Katelin. I'm starting to think that there isn't anyplace out there for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-6947204010358962983?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6947204010358962983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/bangs-head-against-wall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/6947204010358962983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/6947204010358962983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/bangs-head-against-wall.html' title='*Bangs head against wall*'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-6252529614156815224</id><published>2009-04-14T13:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:04:39.386-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Script'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medicated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pipe'/><title type='text'>Wine, pipe, and a good script.</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday was the same as any other day. Brett and I got home tired and all blah. After giving my dad a call warning that a storm was coming up from the east, I plopped on the couch and watched some recorded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NCIS&lt;/span&gt;. Brett took a shower and called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JM&lt;/span&gt; back. And for once I tried not to listen in on a phone conversation. Don't get me wrong, I trust my man, I'm just naturally that curious. So I didn't know when he started talking to me. Rule #1 of talking to me while I watch TV, say my name first. I'm too tuned into the TV to realize someone is talking to me. For 23 years my dad had trouble remembering that rule. Poor man, many things didn't get done because of that. So after Brett realized I wasn't hearing what he was saying, he got my attention and told me that we may be going to dinner with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JM&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SJM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt;! Haven't seen them in a while. I'm excited. So after that little bit of fun, I went back to watching my show and keeping a eye on the lights which would dim from time to time. They were working on the lines, so I was afraid we would lose power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fun as that all was, I finished up the day with Chicken Pennie, a glass of wine, and a pipe of chocolate flavored tobacco. While I read Brett's script for the comic we are making. Yes I smoke a pipe, and I also smoke cigars. But we will only smoke pipes indoors, because they have a pleasant scent as opposed to cigars and cigarettes. But anyway, it was a nice evening, but I wish the wine buzz lasted through the night instead of me waking up at midnight and not being able to get back to sleep until 3 in the morning. *sigh* The cats didn't help much. Rory knew I was tired and not to be messed with this morning, so she stayed back and watch Shank try to wake me up. If cats could laugh, I'm sure she would, because Shank was dangerously close to getting thrown across the room. I just didn't want to get up this morning, and he was annoying the hell out of me. Needless to say, we were late for work, but we eventually got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we are going to go look at another house tonight. This one looks like it might work. It's only 9 years old so it shouldn't have any big problems. Our mortgage agent already sent us a good will statement to let us know how much it would be a month, if we gave full price for the place. I'm not really getting my hopes up, because we have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; too many times so far. Mom seems excited though. We'll see if the place impresses us. I really hate house hunting. Its full of lies and half truths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get home I'm to work on character drawings for the comic, so far I've only did a rough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sketch&lt;/span&gt; of one character. I need to get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett is making me take my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; like I'm supposed to. I hate to though. They give me the medicated shakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think that is all for now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;! Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Aislin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-6252529614156815224?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6252529614156815224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/wine-pipe-and-good-script.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/6252529614156815224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/6252529614156815224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/wine-pipe-and-good-script.html' title='Wine, pipe, and a good script.'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991679036480525483.post-3172093380433668462</id><published>2009-04-14T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:34:58.166-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dickhead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New blog'/><title type='text'>A new start to blogging!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello all! Welcome to my new blog! I am shedding my past and moving on to the future. In this blog I intend to share my art and events in my life. I will say what I want in my blog and it is your choice to read it. Meaning if you are offended by what I say or don't agree with what I say on my blog, simply walk away and never visit my blog again. I will not tolerate flaming on my blog. And like my friend &lt;a href="http://tokyocowgirl.typepad.com/tokyo_cowgirl/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tokyo Cowgirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, if you do choose to try to flame my blog, your name, offending comment or e-mail, and your e-mail address will be posted on my blog to show the world how much of a dickhead you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok now that, that's out of the way I hope you enjoy reading my blog, as I enjoy writing it. This isn't my first blog, the one I'm stepping away from is on &lt;a href="http://dreamjuggalette.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Livejournal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. You can read my old blog posts there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Until next post! Laters! Savvy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Aislin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3991679036480525483-3172093380433668462?l=aislinsdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3172093380433668462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-start-to-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/3172093380433668462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991679036480525483/posts/default/3172093380433668462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aislinsdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-start-to-blogging.html' title='A new start to blogging!'/><author><name>LadyAislin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664083820303620513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYmaYTjjHvE/SeZubte3X9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0vhe0zEYOw/S220/AislinChristmas06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
