<?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-37212527929125326</id><updated>2011-08-01T12:28:07.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>certifiable in the wild wild west</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-3681852200726803507</id><published>2010-07-28T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T06:51:06.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wondering where in the hell the year has gone!? I feel like I've accomplished nothing...have not progressed in any area of my life...if fact, I've taken a couple HUGE steps backwards! The immediate future isn't looking all that bright either. I have a big move looming before me with unfinished issues here - but who knows, could get some resolution on a couple before I depart, but not really holding out or placing bets at this time! In all honesty, I believe the majority of society has taken a permanent break from reality. When I hear things being said, I'm asking myself, "what the hell are they THINKING?" Simple answer...they're not. I've spent most of my life taking care of others (just how it ended up), and mind you, I've never done so thinking "what's in it for me?" But honestly, it would be nice to have a little bit of a break now and then...a little reward to keep those thoughts of "why am I bothering?" at bay for a little while longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-3681852200726803507?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/3681852200726803507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/07/wondering-where-in-hell-year-has-gone-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/3681852200726803507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/3681852200726803507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/07/wondering-where-in-hell-year-has-gone-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-4826034003863439785</id><published>2010-04-01T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T20:21:42.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://thursdaythunks.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's the first of April, do you play April Fool's jokes on anyone? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I do everything as always, which puts everyone on their toes, wondering if I'm gonna pull some stunt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Do you like to eat sardines? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;No, and I don't like to play with them either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Have you ever played racketball? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Yep...until I got beaned on the back of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;head as it bounced on the back wall...those little blue balls are HARD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. If eating at a fast food joint that has a dollar menu, do you order a bunch of different dollar items or just go ahead and get a regular meal? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;IF I eat fast food, it's usually Wendy's (which isn't here in this neck of the desert) and I order strictly from the dollar menu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Have you ever taken a brand new pencil and sharpened it in an electric sharper until it was almost gone just because you were bored? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Not an electric one, but did use a hand crank one and sharpened it down to a nub so people would ask how long I had been using it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Do you have any old broken computers still sitting around your home? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I moved from THAT house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ricky_Martin"&gt;Ricky Martin&lt;/a&gt; came out this week stating he is gay. Were you shocked, had a feeling, "who?" or just didn't care? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Just don't care (and didn't really know about it till you mentioned it here.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. If marijuana is legalized, do you think it should have a luxury tax added onto it? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sure, why not? Alcohol is taxed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. What's the oddest thing you have sitting on your computer desk right now or where ever it is you may be sitting with a laptop (you could be sitting at a Starbucks with an alien from Mars for all we know)? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I have a pine cone chick sitting on my computer desk that my grandson made for me a few Easters back...the pine cone has cotton stuffed in the crevices and he cut out yellow foamie wings, an orange foamie beak, and white foamies with black inserts for eyes! Something you just don't see everyday on a computer desk!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/S7ViZdq7HuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5DavPXLlafA/s1600/104_0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/S7ViZdq7HuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5DavPXLlafA/s200/104_0280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455374713230139106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10. Have you ever bumped into a former lover and found out they were now gay or straight depending on your relationship with them? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I try not to bump into former lovers (not that I have THAT many!), but I've not heard they switched preference...though they may find that out about me one day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Have you ever held a tarantula? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Nope, I usually do the "ewwwww...cooties....get away from me" dance when I see one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Shower- curtain, door, walk-in, or do you just roll around in the dirt to get the stink off? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Have a curtain now, had doors, and a walk in previously. Next move, I think I'll try the "roll around in the dirt" trick and see if it works!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;13. Which commercial is the most annoying to you on TV or radio? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ANY of them...I have a DVR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-4826034003863439785?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/4826034003863439785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/04/httpthursdaythunks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/4826034003863439785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/4826034003863439785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/04/httpthursdaythunks.html' title=''/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/S7ViZdq7HuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5DavPXLlafA/s72-c/104_0280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-3319234565306127649</id><published>2010-03-29T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T21:36:10.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mimiqueenofmemes.blogspot.com/2010/03/queens-meme-31-what-not-meme.html"&gt;The  Queen's Meme #31 ~ The What Not Meme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What NOT To Do when  you’re…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1. On a first date - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;talk about the incessant itch "down there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2.  Intoxicated - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;propose or accept a proposal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;3. In the shower - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;get on your knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;" class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span&gt;4. At your  ex’s wedding&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; - flirt with your ex's "soon to be" bride/groom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. In jail&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Being stalked&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Invite the person in for a drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Stuck to an igloo&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stick your tongue on the yellow block.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. In sewing class&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make the others laugh so hard you put them in stitches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Asleep in a helium balloon&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sleep walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. At a  birthday party for twins&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Forget who's who.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. On a  nude beach&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forget your sunscreen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. At the  opera&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. You’re falling in  love&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tell the person you're falling in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Low on gasoline in a bad  part of town&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ask for directions to the nearest gas station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Having a  baby&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question the paternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. On  fire&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Put gasoline in your car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Lost at the  mall&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ask where the nearest exit is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. At a single’s  dance&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flash your big engagement ring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Riding a bike on the  Jersey Turnpike&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Admit you're lost (why else would I be there?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Driving your  significant other's car&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sneeze on the steering wheel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Being  robbed at gunpoint&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ask where the person purchased their gun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22.  Kissing&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Burp or smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Paying the hotel  cashier&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Set up "dates" for the evening on my cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Buying  lingerie&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;talk about the incessant itch "down there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Commenting  on a blog&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be rude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. In Queen Mimi's  dungeon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- be inpatient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-3319234565306127649?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/3319234565306127649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/03/queens-meme-31-what-not-meme-what-not.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/3319234565306127649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/3319234565306127649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/03/queens-meme-31-what-not-meme-what-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-1757592372072936396</id><published>2010-03-29T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T19:16:30.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://manicmondaymeme.blogspot.com/2010/03/manic-monday-205.html"&gt;Manic Monday #205&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;How do you feel about couples that share an email address? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I say more power to 'em. Obviously don't have anything to hide and are comfortable with the knowledge of who their significant other is conversing with. I think it would be nice to have that sort of comfort level with someone and not worry about being "surprised" by something that might show up on email.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How open about your life are you in the various online arenas? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Fairly open depending on the question and my mood...I can be quite snarky some days and am sometimes surprised by my own sense of humor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On average, how many hours a week do you spend online?  Do you think it's too much?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm sure it's in excess of 20 hours, simply because I'm home on the weekends. I don't think it's too much because I accomplish what I want and enjoy myself.Besides, it keeps me from watching TV...well, maybe not...I usually have it on in the background!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-1757592372072936396?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/1757592372072936396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/03/manic-monday-205-how-do-you-feel-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/1757592372072936396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/1757592372072936396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/03/manic-monday-205-how-do-you-feel-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-7476376338527585335</id><published>2010-03-28T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T15:45:50.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, though not over for several hours, turned out to be very nice weather-wise. I put in a day's work to earn a day off for the upcoming week (gonna work 1/2 day Friday so I can head up to BC to see my kids for the weekend and will use the other 1/2 day when Eric's flight comes in.) I felt very productive and satisfied in what I accomplished - YAY ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sunday Stealing: The 35 Questions X 2  Meme: Part One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How far away is the last person you kissed? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Not far enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Has someone ever told  you they would be with you forever? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;yeah, the person I married (then split from because his behaviors weren't conducive to keeping those vows).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last person you were in a car  with? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My friend Brett, who took me home after I returned from a conference in SC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Any plans for tomorrow? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Work (and hopefully not dealing with one of the employees I supervise).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How long does it take for you  to take a shower? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Depends on whether I decide to masturbate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Best friend or close friends? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;More like acquaintances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Is tomorrow  going to be a good day? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It's what I hope for every day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Did you kiss anyone friday? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Does "kiss off" count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ever  thrown up in public? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;If I did, I was too drunk or stoned to know, and since no one told me about it, they were either embarrassed by and didn't mention it or I didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's on your mind RIGHT NOW? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What job prospects are in the near future, which will determine where I'll be moving...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who  was the last person you talked to? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My dad in Ohio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is the WORST subject they  teach at school? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sex education - with all the young "moms to be," somebody isn't getting the word out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you seen anyone lately that you don't get along  with? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;One of the employees I supervise makes it extremely difficult to be civil to her, but I manage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is your favourite colour top to wear? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Have you  ever been in a car accident? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yes, because the other person in the other car was the moron who didn't know how to drive, steer, pay attention, stay conscious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What's the closest thing to you that's  green? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The indicator lights on my internet box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where would you like to be right now? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Settling into my new location (and starting my new job).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Write down  some lyrics to the song you're listening to? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I can see clearly now, the rain is gone. I can see all obstacles in my way. I think I can make it now, the rain is gone. All of the bad feelings have disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;19. How many dogs do you  have? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Does that count my tired feet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Is anything bugging you right now? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Is life going  right for you now? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Probably, but I'm not satisfied yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Is there someone you care about more than  yourself? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What made you laugh today? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Watching the movie "Maverick."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the last  movie you watched? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Maverick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Whats the last conversation you had  about? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My job (with my dad).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What were you doing at 7:00 this morning? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Waking up (woke up at 2:00 a.m., chatted with a couple friends on Facebook, and went back to sleep around 4:30 a.m.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you  like your hair long or short? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you want to see somebody right  now? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you like the rain? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Did you have a valentine this  year? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I got a card from my grandsons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. The last person you kissed needs you at 3 am, would you  go? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Would you honestly say you'd risk your life for someone  else? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Would depend on who it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Honestly, if you could go back 1 month and change something  would you? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. How do you feel about boys smoking? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;NASTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Could you  see yourself with someone forever? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I did, but it's a mutual thing...I guess nobody can see themselves with me forever...at least not the way it should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-7476376338527585335?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/7476376338527585335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-though-not-over-for-several-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/7476376338527585335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/7476376338527585335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-though-not-over-for-several-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-1833812054303298415</id><published>2010-03-27T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T08:35:37.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seems that I've taken a sabbatical from my blog...unintentional of course...just something that happened. So rather that try to catch up with a vengeance, I'll give a short update since mid-January.&lt;br /&gt;I was finally hired full time as the 'Family and Community Services Manager' for the local county Head Start program. It's a new position and there were LOTS of applicants from local folks, but I landed it. Funny thing is, I walked out of that interview feeling like I blew it. Since then, I've gone to Washington DC and Charleston SC for conferences and training. I'm slowly "getting it," but also feel like I should be doing more. However, my boss (the Executive Director) told me that she doesn't fully expect that I'll be 'up and running' for a full year. Now I don't feel so inept. Am getting a bit of resistance from one of the employees I supervise (she applied for and didn't get this job), and dealing with some minor sabotage and undermining, but am going through the channels to deal with it. I am doing okay with the others, so that helps.&lt;br /&gt;I ended a friendship with someone and have moved forward on another relationship. Eric is moving out here in the next couple weeks and we're gonna "give it a go." I'm not wanting to have any expectations and wonder if that's the best approach, but console myself by telling me that it's the safest approach.&lt;br /&gt;All that aside, I found out that licensing requirements are a bit different here in this state and if I can't get in with a federal employer, may have to return to Ohio to get my supervision hours. Deadline for moving will be this summer if I don't get in to a federal position...no matter what though, will be moving from this area.&lt;br /&gt;My kids moved 4 hours further north in BC, but they seem to be happier and that's what really matters in the grand scheme of things. Hopeful that everything will finally fall into place for them (which will reduce the stress factor for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://samanthasaturday9.blogspot.com/"&gt;Saturday 9: You're My  Best Friend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Outside of your romantic life, do you currently have a best friend?&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Haven't had a "best friend" in a very long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Regarding your future, what is the best thing you could hope for? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Stable health and happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have  you ever helped out a friend with basic needs, like rent or food? If yes. what  did you do? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Does family count? If so, helped with basic needs (and I've been on the receiving end as well.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If they re-instituted the draft (for both genders and your  were of age) would you go, or would find some way out of it? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I'd go if they'd take me...I feel I have the mettle to deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tell us  one thing you wish you hadn't let yourself do. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Fall in love indiscriminately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Tell us about the last  time you bragged. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;More like "tooted my own horn," but I feel I sold myself pretty hard at my last job interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What area are you wisest in? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Hindsight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Tell us about  something that happened that at the time made you "full of yourself". &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Thinking I found love again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Has there ever been a time that you wanted to try something in the bedroom, but  were afraid to ask? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Nope (part of that 'indiscriminate' trait I seem to possess.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-1833812054303298415?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/1833812054303298415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/03/seems-that-ive-taken-sabbatical-from-my.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/1833812054303298415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/1833812054303298415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/03/seems-that-ive-taken-sabbatical-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-6530937019587334965</id><published>2010-01-14T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T18:33:54.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just exactly who am I?</title><content type='html'>I'm definitely on the cusp and today's horoscope captures that intriguing little detail perfectly!&lt;br /&gt;TAURUS (April 20-May 20). You were born innocent, and in many ways you are innocent still. Embrace that. Though it may be fun to discover how the magic trick works, it's far more fun to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I sometimes feel more gullible than innocent, but very true of my nature. I go into situations with a smile and lots of hope because I just don't know any better at times. DAMN! Wish I could sell that - I'd be a millionaire...instead, I'm rich with friends who tell me I'm what they look forward to...that I put a smile on their face and in their heart when things are grim and that I somehow have the perfect timing for it...PRICELESS!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And do I believe in miracles? Why, yes I do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEMINI (May 21-June 21). You'll be an excellent judge of character, but the question is whether you will follow what your inner voice suggests. In order to do so, you must let go of needing the situation to go a certain way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I do agree that I am an excellent judge of character and because of it, I've met some really great people. I have to admit that I haven't followed what my inner voice suggested and got a broken heart...because I wanted it to go a certain way and it wasn't meant to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, thanks Holiday! http://www.creators.com/lifestylefeatures/horoscopes/horoscopes-by-holiday.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-6530937019587334965?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/6530937019587334965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-exactly-who-am-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/6530937019587334965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/6530937019587334965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-exactly-who-am-i.html' title='Just exactly who am I?'/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-1074854346906306630</id><published>2010-01-13T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T16:23:13.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it over yet?</title><content type='html'>TAURUS (April 20-May 20). Balance and moderation are in order. There are those around you who will want to push you in a direction that is too extreme. Be reasonable. Also: Avoid spicy or unusually rich foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading into the latter part of the day and tucked in safely at home, so doubt sincerely there's any danger of being pushed or eating things I shouldn't (unless someone shows up at my door and persuasively invites me out to eat rich foods!) Feeling a bit discouraged about the job situation, so expanding my search out toward Spokane. May have to move closer to a big city, even though I don't want to. If something comes up in the next month, it will only bring relief and nothing more...and I should be happy, but I know I will only feel exhausted from the effort...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-1074854346906306630?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/1074854346906306630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-it-over-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/1074854346906306630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/1074854346906306630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-it-over-yet.html' title='is it over yet?'/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-7806136869052230879</id><published>2010-01-12T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T15:39:06.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day...another few dollars</title><content type='html'>Anyway, so another couple of weeks of WAITING for the outcome of interviews. Still have to pound the pavement though to get MORE opportunities of "hurry up and wait" for jobs that for whatever reason, I don't seem to fit THEIR qualifications. The sad thing is, when I ask them why I wasn't chosen, it's always something that my qualifications can't possibly hope to compete. Example: "the person who has been volunteering, doing it part-time, or applied more times than you got it." You would think with this place being as remote and rural as it is would run out of these types of candidates, but doesn't seem like it's going to end any time too soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-7806136869052230879?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/7806136869052230879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/01/httpmimiqueenofmemes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/7806136869052230879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/7806136869052230879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/01/httpmimiqueenofmemes.html' title='Another day...another few dollars'/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-4026611127862808470</id><published>2010-01-10T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:35:20.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>now what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://manicmondaymeme.blogspot.com/2010/01/manic-monday-196.html"&gt;Manic  Monday #196&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="post-body"&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. What is one thing you wish you could change about yourself? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be rid of the abuse in my past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you  believe everything happens for a reason? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes I do, even though I don't agree with it sometimes. I believe that situations change in order for a new (and hopefully better) situation to come in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What would be your dream job? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Running a shop for low-income adults trying to get back in the job market (will be a referral process) to get a few interview outfits (clothing, shoes, etc). I've discovered that quite a few people don't have appropriate clothing for interviews and may get overlooked because of it.&lt;/span&gt; A&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lso serves to boost their confidence and self-esteem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to my interview and met with a panel of seven people - no pressure there! Won't know anything before end of next week, but that will be the beginning of the process. Top 3 candidates are notified. The #1 candidate undergoes a background check, credit check, and drug and alcohol screen.  If anything comes back to your detriment, offer of employment is withdrawn and the next candidate is notified and goes through the same process. I was enthusiastic during the interview (which was followed by an essay portion to test your writing and critical thinking abilities). I walked out of there not really feeling great, but that may come from going through this process only to bumped out by a current employee or somebody's friend/relative. Not sure what else I can do - I give 100%, but my confidence is shaken as I'm walking out the door. I'm treating "job searching" as a full time job, but there's only so many places I can apply before I become a nuisance. Not sure if anything is coming up where I'm currently employed part-time, on-call (which doesn't meet my basic living expenses). I can feel discouragement elbowing its way in and taking up residence next to insomnia on the couch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-4026611127862808470?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/4026611127862808470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/01/manic-monday-196-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/4026611127862808470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/4026611127862808470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/01/manic-monday-196-1.html' title='now what?'/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-556264096913698123</id><published>2010-01-10T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:44:21.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I wish you could see you through my eyes"</title><content type='html'>What my name means (this is the name I use, which is a derivation of my given first name at birth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your first name of &lt;b&gt;Ronnie&lt;/b&gt; has given you a quick-minded, sensitive nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; It gives you a clever, creative ability in art, music, singing, or drama and an appreciation for refined surroundings &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I am a writer at heart and deeply affected by music)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Your sociable nature expresses affection, kindness, and thoughtfulness to the extent that it is difficult for you not to be affected by others and governed by your emotions, rather than by logic and reason &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and sometimes to a fault)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; As you respond to love and encouragement from others, your romantic and dreamy nature can easily lead you into love affairs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and a broken heart)&lt;/span&gt;.       &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Although the name &lt;b&gt;Ronnie&lt;/b&gt; creates the urge to understand others, we point out that it causes you to be emotional and temperamental &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(most definitely out of frustration)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Not sure why I'm having feelings of doubt about so many things, but I am. I usually have feelings of self-doubt and am working to change that in myself on a few different levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;TAURUS (April 20-May 20). Your daily habits keep you in an enjoyable rhythm. One of your activities will be prevented or interrupted by an unexpected twist in the plot. You'll adapt quickly and retain your excellent mood &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(was supposed to go to the casino with a friend, but an impending family death called him away).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;GEMINI (May 21-June 21). You will make a concession so that a friend's life will go more smoothly. It's a selfless act, but it will work out for you. When your relationships are going well, your personal and financial pictures brighten, too. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(As mentioned above, assured friend that there was no need for an apology to postpone a trip to the casino due to a family tragedy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I also gave him the opportunity to talk about the effect his younger brother's impending death was having on him, which helped him deal with it a bit better&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-556264096913698123?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/556264096913698123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-wish-you-could-see-you-through-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/556264096913698123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/556264096913698123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-wish-you-could-see-you-through-my.html' title='&quot;I wish you could see you through my eyes&quot;'/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-4547963182575965970</id><published>2010-01-09T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T04:26:35.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever wonder just where you're headed?</title><content type='html'>Dreamed I was on a rocket ship. Got strapped into this HUGE helmet, but didn't get things attached as required. So before lift off, I could hear a woman say "we're gonna defer to Michelangelo since he WAS the original inventor." (something to do with the lining to my helmet). Anyway, I woke up because I was a bit claustrophobic even though I could move my head around in the helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://samanthasaturday9.blogspot.com/"&gt;Saturday 9: Call Me  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who is someone that phones you routinely that you never  seem to be up to talk to, but you are not ready to push them out of your  life?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does texting on the phone count? If so, that would HAVE to be Dan. Mostly because he ends EVERY text "YOU ARE A BEAUTIFUL LADY" even though I've thanked him and told him it makes me uncomfortable. May have to add him to my "do not call list."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is something that effects you deeply, to your core, no  matter your mood or what else is going on in your life? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When my son (or members of his family) are hurting over something (too long of a story to go into it here). However, things appear to be going okay for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tell us of  something that relaxes you and always makes you happy. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Having things turn out the way I really want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you could  take the train from anywhere to anywhere, where would 'anywhere' be? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From here to eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  If you could look into the future, how far down the road would you like to see?  10 years? 100 years? A million? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The next mega millions drawing so I could get the winning lottery numbers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Did you do your shopping online for  this Christmas, how did it go? Did things come in on time? Any significant  failures? ...and if you didn't, will you consider trying online shopping  sometime this year? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I actually did. I was quite pleased and saved some money. They arrived on time and I will certainly do so this coming holiday season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What people or projects are worth your time, money  or effort? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Those that further the good cause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Think back when you were in high school. Are you proud of  the way you dressed, or do you wish you could go back and change it  all? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't think "pride" had anything to do with how I dressed, but I was happy with it. I looked classy, stylish, and comfortable, so would not desire to go back and change THAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do any of your friends, family or co-workers know about your  blogs? For those that do, did you tell them or have they stumbled upon it by  themselves? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Only a couple friends know. I used to have a link to it, but removed it because I didn't want some people reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-4547963182575965970?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/4547963182575965970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/01/ever-wonder-just-where-youre-headed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/4547963182575965970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/4547963182575965970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/01/ever-wonder-just-where-youre-headed.html' title='Ever wonder just where you&apos;re headed?'/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-5146943073041200517</id><published>2010-01-08T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T10:48:29.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the cocktail hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3043/2459486282_9be6217be7_t.jpg" /&gt; http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There are places &lt;strong&gt;that a person should never venture again&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Quit your GD whining and&lt;/strong&gt; blow those clouds away.&lt;br /&gt;3. Standing in the &lt;strong&gt;midst of chaos, she throws off the challenge with a shrug&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Hot dog treasures and tater tots for dinner, &lt;/strong&gt; oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;5.  He went out tiger hunting &lt;strong&gt;but brought back three missionaries instead&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Downers keep&lt;/span&gt; my mind from wandering.&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend,  tonight I'm looking forward to &lt;strong&gt;possibly going to see a movie (It's Complicated)&lt;/strong&gt;, tomorrow my plans include &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finishing my manuscript&lt;/span&gt;,  and Sunday, I want to &lt;strong&gt;prepare for my Monday morning job interview &lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the cusp, so here's my possibilities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;TAURUS (April 20-May 20). Sure, every choice matters. But every choice is not hugely momentous. When it comes to fulfilling your life's purpose, there are many perfect routes. Just choose one that feels right and don't agonize.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;GEMINI (May 21-June 21). Fortune favors you when you shift into an area of interest that is foreign to your expertise. Being a newcomer is exciting. You'll be game for the adventure and fabulously passionate about the learning process.&lt;/p&gt;Had a very good conversation with Eric. We talked about a couple of things that needed to be talked about and dealt with - success! I feel my love for him growing each day, which is a difficult feat given my experience with such matters. He told me that he fell in love with me all over again and I truly believe him. He loves me unconditionally and extraordinarily ~ what more could a woman have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-5146943073041200517?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/5146943073041200517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/01/cocktail-hour.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/5146943073041200517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/5146943073041200517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/01/cocktail-hour.html' title='the cocktail hour'/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3043/2459486282_9be6217be7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-6643806024267462714</id><published>2010-01-07T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T22:40:28.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>can I blame this on Rio?</title><content type='html'>Sat around last night and told some "Chance stories" to my daughter in law. She laughed so hard! Me too....felt pretty good. Before my son and DIL went off to bed, they showed me how to set the sleep timer on the TV so I could watch a movie...got that all set and decided to get Hunter up to the bathroom in hopes he'd have a dry night for himself. I picked him up outta bed and could smell the sleep swirling around his little head. He laid his head on my shoulder and wrapped his arms round my neck - brought a few tears to my eyes because he reminded me of Chance at that age. He sat on the pot, did #1, and went right back to sleep. I settled myself on the couch and don't even remember getting 5 minutes into the movie...I awoke hearing Hunter saying "i hear noises." I walked over, picked him up (still dry), and asked him "what noises?" All he said was "san poil noises." HUH???????? So I cuddled him on the couch and he was back out in 30 seconds. I put him back to bed. A couple hours later, he was in the hallway again saying "I see shadow and hear san poil noises." The only thing I can figure is he saw the cat (that only comes out from her hidey hole under Kim and Gayle's bed at night). He wanted to cuddle with me again and we both woke up together on the couch this morning (and yes, he was still dry!)  Had to come home earlier than I wanted because I have a job interview tomorrow morning as well, but I had a great time and am looking forward to seeing them again soon and may even take them to see a movie.&lt;br /&gt;As I'm writing this, I'm waiting for a "friend" to show up with my laptop that he had someone look at for me. (He offered to fix it and I told him no.) I'm so perturbed because he's two hours late (so far). Seems to be an epidemic here in this town...people not being courteous, etc. Or perhaps it's me...I'm not worthy of their effort? I don't consider them worthy of mine anymore.&lt;br /&gt;What's truly bothering me about this "friend" situation is that there's more to it than I'm willing or able to put to words, but suffice to say I'm hurting over it.&lt;br /&gt;The "friend" just showed up (2 1/2 hours after he said he'd be here). He attempted to engage me in small talk, but before I could tell him I really didn't want to visit,  he pulled out his phone to answer a fucking text message from someone, I thanked him for bringing my laptop back and told him to have a good night as I opened the door for him. See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAURUS (April 20-May 20). Despite the moments of self-doubt that every human experiences from time to time, you are more than competent to cope with the basic challenges of life. Keep reminding yourself that you are powerful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-6643806024267462714?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/6643806024267462714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-i-blame-this-on-rio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/6643806024267462714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/6643806024267462714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-i-blame-this-on-rio.html' title='can I blame this on Rio?'/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-807132991990490777</id><published>2010-01-06T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:29:22.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time out</title><content type='html'>Drove up to BC for a couple days to get away. It's odd, because once I get here, I want to get back home...not because I don't want to see my family, but because I'm afraid I'll miss out on an opportunity for a job interview or something equally as important. I do enjoy the drive up and enjoy the time with my grandsons. Now if I could only land a full time job so I can afford to take them somewhere when I come to visit...hopefully soon enough.j&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope (I'm on the cusp between Taurus and Gemini, so I usually look at both):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;TAURUS (April 20-May 20). You marvel at the glass-half-empty people who are always bringing up negative things, because for you the whole point of life is to see the good wherever you can. You'll connect with a special friend who shares that gift.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;GEMINI (May 21-June 21). You feel like you're somebody who never wins anything, but everyone is a winner eventually. You just have to keep taking chances. Your number just came up, and you're about to find out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe a job looming on the horizon???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-807132991990490777?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/807132991990490777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/807132991990490777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/807132991990490777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-out.html' title='Time out'/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-2696838515119604179</id><published>2010-01-05T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:01:07.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This road leads home</title><content type='html'>It's  1:30 in the afternoon...nary a call from anyone about the 4 different jobs I responded to in December. I can understand waiting until after the holidays (somewhat) to contact people for interviews...but HOW long after the holidays???? Do they actually NEED people in those positions or are they fucking (a derivative of my favorite cuss word) with people who TRULY need a full time job? I'm already formulating a back up plan that will go into effect this summer, which will hopefully coincide with my son and DIL successfully getting into their own place. Had thought about applying for a job in Alaska, but they don't have any relocation assistance, so not gonna bother! And if I was considering a job there (2400+ miles away from here), no reason why I shouldn't consider my home state of Ohio again...which would address a couple other situations too.&lt;br /&gt;Update: Have an interview for a position with Head Start. The position is for Family/Community Services Manager. I'm reading up the responsibilities and preparing for a good interview...will keep you posted...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-2696838515119604179?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/2696838515119604179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-road-leads-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/2696838515119604179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/2696838515119604179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-road-leads-home.html' title='This road leads home'/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-6658673148182839118</id><published>2010-01-04T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T16:28:39.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Spring yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/S0KF70FKykI/AAAAAAAAABw/8wDbgAvtwwg/s1600-h/100_5194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/S0KF70FKykI/AAAAAAAAABw/8wDbgAvtwwg/s200/100_5194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423044163946596930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever have one of THOSE days? THEY know what I'm talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/S0KCR2Q-R6I/AAAAAAAAABg/9eLzIXQ8-SE/s1600-h/100_5193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/S0KCR2Q-R6I/AAAAAAAAABg/9eLzIXQ8-SE/s200/100_5193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423040144443590562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is it Spring yet?&lt;br /&gt;Not according to the calendar...or the weather ~ DAMN! Lots of snow today, got a few pics. Spent the morning at the laundromat; met a guy named Phillipe, who was doing his laundry. His Mexican accent was barely understandable, but he was good company and a pretty good conversationalist. We said our goodbyes and headed out into the snow, bidding each other a safe journey home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn between two situations and trying to figure out what I should do. For now, gonna play this one close till things become a bit clearer at this end. At times, I feel I've gone too far to change direction and at other times, afraid of going further into the abyss of what is my current life situation.  I really love my current location here in the north central remote area of Washington. However, it's been a tough 7 months, though have had much needed help from my father (THANK YOU DAD!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://manicmondaymeme.blogspot.com/2010/01/manic-monday.html"&gt;Manic  Monday&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="post-body"&gt; &lt;p&gt;What did you get in trouble for the most when you were a kid? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Not doing what I was supposed to be doing (although most times, I didn't know what I was supposed to be doing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is  your wish that is not yet fulfilled? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Be married to someone who loves me for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have to choose a movie title  for your life story, what would that be? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;A Secret Insanity (already writing the manuscript).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-6658673148182839118?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/6658673148182839118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-it-spring-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/6658673148182839118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/6658673148182839118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-it-spring-yet.html' title='Is it Spring yet?'/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/S0KF70FKykI/AAAAAAAAABw/8wDbgAvtwwg/s72-c/100_5194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-3946022140864187220</id><published>2010-01-03T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T08:14:01.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomized chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240707426999565698" border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMCsoHEmcok/SLq7o24PfYI/AAAAAAAAePs/h2LvahE5h7E/s200/SundayStealing.JPG"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you  blow up? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Gary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You can flip a switch that will wipe any band or musical  artist out of existence. Which one will it be? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So many to choose from...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who would you really  like to just punch in the face? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite  cheese? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;provolone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich  ingredient known to humankind is at your immediate disposal. What kind will you  make? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Thinly sliced turkey breast, provolone cheese, avocado, romaine lettuce, with a small amount of mayonnaise on whole grain white bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You have the opportunity to sleep with the movie celebrity of  your choice. We are talking no-strings-attached sex and it can only happen once.  Who is the lucky celebrity of your choice? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Harvey Keitel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You have the opportunity to  sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who do you pick? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Tom Petty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Now  that you’ve slept with two different people in a row, you seem to be having an  excellent day because you just came across a hundred-dollar bill on the  sidewalk. Holy shit, a hundred bucks! How are you gonna spend it? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Take my grandsons to their favorite fun places!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You  just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where  are you gonna go? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Columbus Ohio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Upon arrival to the aforementioned location, you  get off the plane and discover another hundred-dollar bill. Shit! Now that you  are in the new location, what are you gonna do? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Take my father out for a nice dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. An angel appears out  of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your  choice. It is…? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sangria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Rufus appears out of nowhere with a time-traveling  phone booth. You can go anytime in the PAST. What time are you traveling to and  what are you going to do when you get there? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;1968 and I'm going to use my voice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You discover a beautiful  island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is  the first rule you put into place? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;No anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You have been given the  opportunity to create the half-hour TV show of your own design. What is it  called and what’s the premise? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Don't lose Hope - instilling hope in those who feel they have none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What is your favorite curse  word? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;FUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the  light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really  doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you  do? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Get the FUCK! outta there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to  run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and  pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the item? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;My fucking computer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. The Angel  of Death has descended upon you. Fortunately, the Angel of Death is pretty cool  and in a good mood, and it offers you a half-hour to do whatever you want before  you bite it. Whatcha gonna do in that half-hour? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Have incredible fucking sex and a 26 minute orgasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. You accidentally eat  some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they  endow you with the super-power of your choice! What’s it gonna be? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mind reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a  half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience  again? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The first time I felt true love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will  it be? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Fucking Abuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling  heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this  cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world! Bitchin’! What country  are you going to live in now? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;In fucking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;England.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. This question still counts, even for  those of you who are under age. Check it out. You have been eternally banned  from every single bar in the world except for ONE. Which one is it gonna  be? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The closest fucking one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Hopefully you didn’t mention this in the super-powers question….  If you did, then we’ll just expand on that. Check it out… Suddenly, you have  gained the ability to FLOAT!!! Whose house are you going to float to first, and  be like “Dude, check it out…I can FLOAT!”? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;My son's house - my grandsons would think I was REALLY cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. The constant absorption of  magical moonbeams mixed with the radioactive vegetables you consumed earlier has  given you the ability to resurrect the dead famous-person of your choice. So  which celebrity will you bring back to life? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jim Morrison, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. The Celestial Gates of  Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing  existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity,  and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the  friend/family-member/person, etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will  you bring back? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Papaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What’s your theme song? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So, it's just now the 3rd of January, but wanted to get a headstart on the day...if anything exciting happens, I'll add it later in the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-3946022140864187220?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/3946022140864187220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/01/randomized-chaos.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/3946022140864187220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/3946022140864187220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/01/randomized-chaos.html' title='Randomized chaos'/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMCsoHEmcok/SLq7o24PfYI/AAAAAAAAePs/h2LvahE5h7E/s72-c/SundayStealing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-7193553255519342626</id><published>2010-01-02T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T12:06:09.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="msgtxt4056588096"&gt;What is your pet  hate? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Liars and cheats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="msgtxt4056588096"&gt;If you had the choice of living on any  planet, then which one it be and why? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Now why would I want to move to another planet when I haven't even adjusted to this one yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="msgtxt4056588096"&gt;It’s your birthday and everyone forgets  what would you do? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;It happens fairly routinely and I'll do what I usually do...nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="msgtxt4056588096"&gt;Do you think you are good at  recycling? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I try to be...I cut and paste on the computer, which uses less key strokes on the keyboard, which means less effort and energy on my part, which means I eat less (hmmm) due to less energy needs, which means, well you get my direction...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="msgtxt4056588096"&gt;Cash or credit? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Cash, when I have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="msgtxt4056588096"&gt;Car or public  transport!? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm a slave to my car, though try to combine trips so I don't use what precious gasoline I can afford to put in it, which cuts down on emissions, which helps the planet...(see #4 above). Besides, no public transportation out here where I live, unless I put my thumb out and use the public at large as my mode of transporation...which is actually a common practice out here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; http://blazingminds.co.uk/category/saturday-six/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The progress on one of my resolutions is going along okay. I'm already procrastinating on the one with a looming deadline, but I'm sure I'll get over that hump and get it done. And only 135 shopping days till my birthday, for those of you referred to in #3 above...and only 356 shopping days till Christmas...GET A MOVE ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-7193553255519342626?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/7193553255519342626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-your-pet-hate-liars-and-cheats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/7193553255519342626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/7193553255519342626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-your-pet-hate-liars-and-cheats.html' title=''/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-9077614704411890174</id><published>2010-01-01T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:32:48.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I am, 7 months later, still looking for a full time job. I did manage to get a part time (REALLY part time) job that doesn't pay all my bills and leaves me shuffling things around each month. My father has helped me off and on, without which I would probably be living outta my car or possibly in a pay by the week motel. Never imagined I'd be in this situation, but here I stand looking out my eyes, but not seeing me. Have a couple (as in two) goals for the first half of this year...okay...three. The first is to obtain full time employment (though I am doing what I need to do, just not getting the interviews or getting hired). The second is to finish my book for review and hopefully get it published. The third thing is to improve my health and all the things implicated in that (better nutrition, excercise regimen, etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last night&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: I spent alone, wondering what happened in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;I hope to not be alone&lt;/strong&gt;  this year.&lt;br /&gt;3. The funniest thing &lt;strong&gt;happened when I read my horoscope and it was nothing like what was going on in my life&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;strong&gt;And then I asked myself&lt;/strong&gt;...so where do we go from here?&lt;br /&gt;5. He said &lt;strong&gt;"I wish you could see you through my eyes&lt;/strong&gt;;" she said&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "I wish I could too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; We've lost our way along the path and forgot where the journey was leading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and it's up to us to find it.&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the  weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; more mundane loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, tomorrow my  plans include &lt;strong&gt;additional routine rhetoric&lt;/strong&gt; and Sunday, I want to &lt;strong&gt;engage in vapid solitude&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-9077614704411890174?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/9077614704411890174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/01/here-i-am-7-months-later-still-looking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/9077614704411890174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/9077614704411890174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2010/01/here-i-am-7-months-later-still-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-7220876245089464709</id><published>2009-12-31T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:33:35.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the New Year</title><content type='html'>We can journey down the same path, but the experience will not be the same. We can come back in, but not through the same door. We can go back, though not as we were before. Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear and I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let it take the wheel and steer. It's driven me before. It seems to have a vague haunting mass appeal. I kept going back to give them the opportunity to apologize. At 48, I realize they won't and now I can move on. As the book comes about, lives will shift...welcome to my world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-7220876245089464709?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/7220876245089464709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/12/into-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/7220876245089464709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/7220876245089464709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/12/into-new-year.html' title='Into the New Year'/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-2407224686556774241</id><published>2009-12-10T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:12:20.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"We take a risk when we open our hearts because the truth is, if we open our hearts, we will get hurt. You can't open your heart and not have some hurt because you're in a human experience..." ~Mary Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage." ~Lao Tzu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cut off a friendship that I can't bear to continue - too wrought with emotional pain for me, and pain has no place where trust is present, at least not in my book. Was easier than I thought, but gonna be tough. I'll just view this as something to get past...like I did when I quit smoking. The pain will pass in time and I'll be healthier. Still gonna miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update 12/18/2009 : Talked with him and decided we still wanted to maintain a friendship, but I can't. The shallowness that is present is so nauseating that I don't know what the hell I was thinking - men can't be friends with women. The pain is completely gone now and I can't believe I allowed myself to become so distraught over the potential loss of it - what a waste of my time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-2407224686556774241?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/2407224686556774241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/12/cut-off-friendship-that-i-cant-bear-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/2407224686556774241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/2407224686556774241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/12/cut-off-friendship-that-i-cant-bear-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-1494468909860472949</id><published>2009-12-09T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:38:42.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartstrings</title><content type='html'>Beautiful lyrics by Bette Midler...Eric told me that this song "The Rose" reminded him of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say love it is a river&lt;br /&gt;that drowns the tender reed&lt;br /&gt;Some say love it is a razor&lt;br /&gt;that leaves your soul to bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say love it is a hunger&lt;br /&gt;an endless aching need&lt;br /&gt;I say love it is a flower&lt;br /&gt;and you it's only seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the heart afraid of breaking&lt;br /&gt;that never learns to dance&lt;br /&gt;It's the dream afraid of waking&lt;br /&gt;that never takes the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the one who won't be taken&lt;br /&gt;who cannot seem to give&lt;br /&gt;and the soul afraid of dying&lt;br /&gt;that never learns to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night has been too lonely&lt;br /&gt;and the road has been too long&lt;br /&gt;and you think that love is only&lt;br /&gt;for the lucky and the strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember in the winter&lt;br /&gt;far beneath the bitter snows&lt;br /&gt;lies the seed&lt;br /&gt;that with the sun's love&lt;br /&gt;in the spring&lt;br /&gt;becomes the rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-1494468909860472949?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/1494468909860472949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/12/heartstrings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/1494468909860472949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/1494468909860472949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/12/heartstrings.html' title='Heartstrings'/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-3170481733491133354</id><published>2009-12-08T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T21:55:11.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In retrospect and hindsight (which is always 20/20), I'm thankful that others were able to say what should have been said. Those too close oftentimes don't see...I was too close and did not see. Took me some time after backing away...with my tail between my legs in rejection. My vision is much clearer on several levels. However, still finding it difficult to deal with one situation. The hurt was more profound than it should have been...in fact, there should have been no hurt involved given the circumstance from the very beginning. What the mind says, often the heart does not feel; sort of an emotional dissonance rather than a cognitive one. At least that's what I'm telling myself to get through this. Much in keeping with my values and beliefs however, I'm able to understand that the path has been cleared for a purpose...a person...who has been persistent and devoted from the very start. A clear and true purpose of love and devotion. Enduring what I have before him when it comes to matters of the heart. A man in love...with me and now me, in love with him. Do I see or feel this waning even at the prospect of months in front of us before we're together again? No. We both feel and see a strengthening in the bond.&lt;br /&gt;Had a dream last night with my step mother in it. I asked her if we could keep in contact...I woke before she answered. I closed my eyes to force myself back to sleep and dreamstate...only to feel a great sense of loss at the failed attempt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-3170481733491133354?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/3170481733491133354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-retrospect-and-hindsight-which-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/3170481733491133354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/3170481733491133354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-retrospect-and-hindsight-which-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-2164909905293134055</id><published>2009-12-01T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:38:47.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The anticipation is gone and the sorrow has turned to renewed promise. Playing it close to the hip and safe is always a good plan. Have decided to seek assistance with my issues of boundaries. There is a friendship I would like to continue, but don't see that as a possibility unless I do something different. Healthy relationships are the key and I never had the tools to accomplish that before now. I've always had two different selves - a public one and a private one. The public one has allowed me to function at work, in college, and with friends. The private one wore a mask to deal with the non-nurturing dysfunctional family in which I was born and raised. Hard truth, but real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-2164909905293134055?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/2164909905293134055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/12/anticipation-is-gone-and-sorrow-has.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/2164909905293134055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/2164909905293134055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/12/anticipation-is-gone-and-sorrow-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-7802649899406664408</id><published>2009-11-23T22:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:06:40.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My heart is aching in two directions - one in sorrow, the other in anticipation. It hurts to know that you're never gonna be #1. Hurts like hell. Feels like walking along the road and the wind picks up, blowing hard against your back and knowing that when you turn around, it's gonna be blowing full gale in your face to get back home - DAMMIT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-7802649899406664408?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/7802649899406664408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-heart-is-aching-in-two-directions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/7802649899406664408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/7802649899406664408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-heart-is-aching-in-two-directions.html' title=''/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-2742377197890113694</id><published>2009-11-23T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:58:47.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My heart is aching in two directions - one in sorrow, the other in anticipation. DAMMIT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-2742377197890113694?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/2742377197890113694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-heart-is-aching-in-two-directions_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/2742377197890113694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/2742377197890113694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-heart-is-aching-in-two-directions_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-4448367233164006379</id><published>2009-11-18T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T07:46:01.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a really bizarre dream last night. In my old house trying to merge my current furniture with the "old" furniture from my childhood, but not being able to make it work. The old things were comfortable, but not a good fit. The new needs broken in, but the fit is good. And one of my uncles moving in with my dad was key too, though my dad did mention that he was considering it when I talked to him last week. After this past week, quite a dream sequence that sorts through my feelings fairly accurately and parallels the actions I appear to be taking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-4448367233164006379?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/4448367233164006379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/11/had-really-bizarre-dream-last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/4448367233164006379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/4448367233164006379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/11/had-really-bizarre-dream-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-7919285459215152139</id><published>2009-11-15T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T07:27:12.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friend came out from Ohio. We reminisced and laughed and compared notes and feelings. All in all, I can't bring myself to open myself to another relationship. It opens me up to fragile feelings and memories of vulnerability that I don't want to experience again. Now the difficult task of breaking the news because he wants something so much more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-7919285459215152139?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/7919285459215152139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-friend-came-out-from-ohio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/7919285459215152139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/7919285459215152139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-friend-came-out-from-ohio.html' title=''/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-3798077590708083647</id><published>2009-11-08T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T07:28:43.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exerpt from my book</title><content type='html'>Solemn promises made to the self&lt;br /&gt;thoughtlessly broken&lt;br /&gt;as passion is felt&lt;br /&gt;I give, I give, I care.&lt;br /&gt;Silent sleep, watching you there&lt;br /&gt;alone again with you&lt;br /&gt;I dare, I fear, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;Awakening slow, craving your touch&lt;br /&gt;calmly turn&lt;br /&gt;to feel as much&lt;br /&gt;I am, I am, alone.&lt;br /&gt;Solemn promises made to the self&lt;br /&gt;courageously kept&lt;br /&gt;though painfully felt&lt;br /&gt;I dream, I dream, of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-3798077590708083647?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/3798077590708083647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/11/exerpt-from-my-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/3798077590708083647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/3798077590708083647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/11/exerpt-from-my-book.html' title='Exerpt from my book'/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-5329717725169574927</id><published>2009-11-02T17:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:57:08.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Mother's Advice, but not from my mother: "Live a quiet life and be kind to all, especially the old, and listen to the advice of the old. People will respect you if you do this and be kind to you. Do not run after a boy. If a young man wants to marry you, let him come here to see you and come here to live with you. This is the reason I am always telling you to be industrious and how to live, so when you have a home you will be industrious and do right to the people around you." Nodinens (Chippewa), 1929.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda disappointed about my job, mostly because it won't pay my bills, so have to get a day job too. Perfect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-5329717725169574927?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/5329717725169574927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/11/mothers-advice-but-not-from-my-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/5329717725169574927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/5329717725169574927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/11/mothers-advice-but-not-from-my-mother.html' title=''/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-3636017691435281317</id><published>2009-10-25T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:11:35.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining, It's Pouring...</title><content type='html'>Good news and not so good news...I did get a job with the state. However, it's "intermittent, on-call," though I am approved for overtime and can volunteer for as many days as I want. The pay is not what I was making, but it's a decent wage. This gets my foot in the door for regular employment and benefits when an opening comes up. Won't really know the details until I start on Nov 2.&lt;br /&gt;More good news - very unexpected, though almost not. A classmate has been in love with me for over 30 years and recently told me. My first reaction was disbelief (this just doesn't happen to me) and then my heart melted. We have talked, IMd, and emailed almost everyday since then. He is coming out for a visit next month, and we'll go from there. And always with good news, comes not so good news. I can't bring myself to think or write about it here, at this time because I've been there and know the pain that this situation is causing for another. Having said that, I find myself not caring, or at least not wanting to deal with it on that level.&lt;br /&gt;And then, that brings me to another couple of situations. I am conflicted, though know the situations must be dealt with. Why must hearts hurt?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-3636017691435281317?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/3636017691435281317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-raining-its-pouring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/3636017691435281317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/3636017691435281317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-raining-its-pouring.html' title='It&apos;s Raining, It&apos;s Pouring...'/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-662326927081488537</id><published>2009-10-21T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T18:17:19.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing a like a memory to jerk you back to reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-662326927081488537?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/662326927081488537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/nothing-like-memory-to-jerk-you-back-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/662326927081488537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/662326927081488537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/nothing-like-memory-to-jerk-you-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-689232267011817415</id><published>2009-10-19T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T04:50:42.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/StxSUXQn_XI/AAAAAAAAABY/d5HmpFOvh5g/s1600-h/DSCF0769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394276963477618034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/StxSUXQn_XI/AAAAAAAAABY/d5HmpFOvh5g/s200/DSCF0769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://moodymonday.org/"&gt;http://moodymonday.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful, confident, and calm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-689232267011817415?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/689232267011817415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/httpmoodymonday_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/689232267011817415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/689232267011817415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/httpmoodymonday_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/StxSUXQn_XI/AAAAAAAAABY/d5HmpFOvh5g/s72-c/DSCF0769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-4085114271966529848</id><published>2009-10-18T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T10:41:32.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vigilance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cfcl.com/vlb/Memes/wordbeads.shtml#_jump"&gt;http://www.cfcl.com/vlb/Memes/wordbeads.shtml#_jump&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;abbe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;loomed over the moonlit meadow, perched high in the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;orifice&lt;/span&gt; of a hanging valley. As the night progressed, the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;yelp&lt;/span&gt; of coyotes echoed off the canyon walls like the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;rebound&lt;/span&gt; of a rubber ball in an enclosed room. I kept myself &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt; in preparation for my journey lest I be consumed by the distractions surrounding me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-4085114271966529848?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/4085114271966529848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/vigilance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/4085114271966529848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/4085114271966529848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/vigilance.html' title='vigilance'/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-6860358068084556202</id><published>2009-10-17T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T17:59:54.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://samanthasaturday9.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://samanthasaturday9.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you were young, what did you want to be when you grew up? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A nurse, but then changed to doctor...ended up a social worker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you ever pursue that career? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes, got my master's degree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you are not in that field, what changed? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm in my chosen field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your current job? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Social worker for abused and neglected children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the best part of what you do? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Helping children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you have plans to do something else down the road? Not at this time. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Spent too much money and time to change now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How did you get your present job? If you are a stay at home mom, how long did you need to plan that move? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Applied for it just like everyone else. Having the master's degree helps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Did your parents influence your choices of jobs over the years? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nope. My father told me that my bachelor's degree and a dime would get me a cup of coffee. When I got my Master's degree, he asked me if I realized what kind of people I'd be working with. My mother has been absent since birth, physically since I was 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What advice would you give your children on careers? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Do something that you're passionate about and can support your family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-6860358068084556202?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/6860358068084556202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/httpsamanthasaturday9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/6860358068084556202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/6860358068084556202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/httpsamanthasaturday9.html' title=''/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-8349471751504630228</id><published>2009-10-16T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T07:27:09.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dejavu</title><content type='html'>Bizarre dream last night. I received a phone call to babysit for a family I used to babysit for in high school. I accepted and was supposed to be at their house at 7 or 7:30. I began walking and was panicking because I couldn't remember which time and was afraid of being late. So I began to run and remembered that I can't run fast in my dream. I told myself I wasn't dreaming and looked down at my feet. I saw I had running shoes and began to run. However, I didn't have socks on and my feet were coming out of the shoes and I couldn't get a good foot hold to run. I rounded the corner of the street I used to live on in the neighborhood where I went to high school. I saw a group of people loading up their SUVs and trucks with camping gear. I walked up and said I was looking for someone who I was supposed to babysit for. They told me they never heard of them. I figured I was dreaming and that the phone call to babysit wasn't real. I walked down the street and found a little grocery on the corner. I stopped in and the man told me that he fired his staff. I offered to take a part-time job to help out. He looked me up and down and said "I'll have you behind the chocolate counter selling chocolates." I accepted and reminded him I could only work part-time because I worked at night. I remember asking him about a job for my son, who I imagined was still 17 and in high school. He told me he would call. An old woman came in and looked sad. Another adult mail told my soon to be boss that he needed to tell his mother and he couldn't bear to tell her, though I have no idea what they had to tell her. Did I mention the family is of Middle Eastern descent? Bizarre!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-8349471751504630228?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/8349471751504630228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/dejavu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/8349471751504630228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/8349471751504630228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/dejavu.html' title='dejavu'/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-2614786667096387289</id><published>2009-10-15T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T04:51:10.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. So are we going &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;to figure out what's going on&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Uncertainity (not a misspelling)&lt;/span&gt; is what's up ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;get reactions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Leave me love&lt;/span&gt; of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I walk a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;narrow line, teetering on the brink at times, knowing I can fall either side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; is the true elixir of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to having an adult beverage with an adult, tomorrow my plans include possibly more of the same and Sunday, I want to clear my head!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-2614786667096387289?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/2614786667096387289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/httpfridayfillins_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/2614786667096387289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/2614786667096387289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/httpfridayfillins_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-6936090209426574038</id><published>2009-10-14T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T04:44:25.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/StZLon1RRsI/AAAAAAAAABA/Hy1O8dsr7_M/s1600-h/DSCF0756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392580765082011330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/StZLon1RRsI/AAAAAAAAABA/Hy1O8dsr7_M/s320/DSCF0756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday...went to lunch with a friend. Got a phone call from another friend on his way to Idaho for a business meeting. Talked to another friend from Ohio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday...made breakfast for a friend when he came back from Idaho, then we went shooting for the day, had a nice steak dinner (prepared by Moi), and watched a movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday...talked to three friends while trying to get things together to head to BC for Thanksgiving - didn't get out till noon. Got to my son's then decided to drive 3 hours (actually took 4) north to get my DIL's grandma so she could spend Thanksgiving with us. Had my bank card frozen because my bank thought an unautorized person was using my card...had to use cash (thank goodness I had some on me). Sat up till 3:30 a.m. chatting with g'ma Rose and my DIL and laughing...had a great time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday...had a scrumptious Thanksgiving dinner...turkey, ham, veggies, potatoes, pie, and great company! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday...got up with grandsons and got them ready for school while DIL drove her g'ma back home to Little Fort (took her 8 1/2 hours to get back home, then she had to go straight in to work). Had lunch with one grandson at his preschool and got to say goodbye to both. Headed back home at 3:00 p.m. and didn't walk in the door till 6:30! What with road re-construction on Hwy 97 in BC and the hour long wait at the border, I was exhausted...but did manage to squeeze in a phone call from a friend in Ohio and see another friend here for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also got an email that I start work on November 1 - yes, I'm back in the land of the working!&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/37212527929125326-6936090209426574038?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/6936090209426574038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/6936090209426574038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/6936090209426574038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-weekend.html' title='What a weekend!'/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/StZLon1RRsI/AAAAAAAAABA/Hy1O8dsr7_M/s72-c/DSCF0756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-6128039075686049927</id><published>2009-10-09T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T18:35:03.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's go for a ride...</title><content type='html'>http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sweet dreams &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;are wished upon me, but seldom occur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Plans are made&lt;/span&gt; especially for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Silliness &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;permeates the mood until passion takes over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have no special plans for&lt;/span&gt; this Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Outstanding or not &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I enjoy the moment of perfect realization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What I can't have&lt;/span&gt; is what I want right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;self-absorbtion&lt;/span&gt;, tomorrow my plans include &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;self-gratifcation&lt;/span&gt; and Sunday, I want to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;visit with family in BC for long weekend (Thanksgiving)&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice lunch with a friend. The food was so-so...the fried rice was not like any I've ever had, but it was okay. Besides, the conversation with Marty was the focus anyway! Too windy to go shooting, so may do so tomorrow. I really enjoy meeting new people and making friends. Was concerned about that, but I've had great luck. Really looking forward to beginning work again and meeting even more people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-6128039075686049927?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/6128039075686049927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-go-for-ride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/6128039075686049927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/6128039075686049927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-go-for-ride.html' title='Let&apos;s go for a ride...'/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-978214186611603869</id><published>2009-10-07T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:59:30.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>caught in a time warp or space contiuum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This week is certainly turning out to be a bit odd. Seems that others' lives are running parallel to mine...and it makes me wonder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-978214186611603869?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/978214186611603869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/caught-in-time-warp-or-space-contiuum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/978214186611603869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/978214186611603869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/caught-in-time-warp-or-space-contiuum.html' title='caught in a time warp or space contiuum'/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-4074685384434619131</id><published>2009-10-05T16:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:29:49.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't get the job I applied for. However, my application has been forwarded to another section at the same agency for another open position. I remain hopeful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-4074685384434619131?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/4074685384434619131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-didnt-get-job-i-applied-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/4074685384434619131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/4074685384434619131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-didnt-get-job-i-applied-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-264016048077454655</id><published>2009-10-04T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:20:45.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/SsmQz8PZCQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/e34gMZ0d-W4/s1600-h/100_2794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388997651143919874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/SsmQz8PZCQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/e34gMZ0d-W4/s320/100_2794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://moodymonday.org/"&gt;http://moodymonday.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to be a leg up in the job department! Stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-264016048077454655?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/264016048077454655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/httpmoodymonday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/264016048077454655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/264016048077454655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/httpmoodymonday.html' title=''/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/SsmQz8PZCQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/e34gMZ0d-W4/s72-c/100_2794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-369012875382836580</id><published>2009-10-04T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T09:00:35.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;And so what do you do when you find yourself falling in love with someone, but you're not sure that it's really love? And what do you do when that person isn't over someone else? He says his heart skips a beat when he sees her vehicle, or a vehicle that looks like hers, or someone who reminds him of her, or when he gets a phone call or text...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what he doesn't know is that it happens to me when I get a call from him and hear his voice and when I spend time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear the worst...I feel the impending loss and heartache over this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-369012875382836580?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/369012875382836580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-so-what-do-you-do-when-you-find.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/369012875382836580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/369012875382836580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-so-what-do-you-do-when-you-find.html' title=''/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-6388593380006194565</id><published>2009-10-04T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T20:06:11.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dejavu</title><content type='html'>Went shooting today with Bob. What a great morning...shot his .45 and .22 rifle. Shot my .357. Hit gourd targets with his .22, and came within inches of the targets with the other two. I enjoy shooting and know where to go now, but Bob said that since I like it so much, he'll go shooting more often too. Having a time finding .38 spl ammo though. When I do find it, gonna stock up. &lt;br /&gt;1. What was the last thing you put in your mouth? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Does food count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where was your profile picture taken? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;n the back of a boat on the Nile River.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Can you play Guitar Hero? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;No, but I can probably hum a few bars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Name someone who made you laugh today. What was it about? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Bob...he told me dirty jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How late did you stay up last night and why? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well after one because I was laughing about dirty jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you could move somewhere else where would you and why? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm already here because I'm close to my son and his family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ever been kissed under fireworks? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;There's always fireworks when I'm kissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Which of your friends lives closest to you? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The ones who are here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you believe ex's can be friends? With benefits? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I believe they can; it's the exes who seem to have a problem with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you like Dr. Pepper? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Don't know, never met him/her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When was the last time you cried really hard? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A few days ago. &lt;/span&gt;Really hard as opposed to just sniveling? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I never do anything half-assed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who took your profile picture? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The guy in the back of the boat on the Nile River.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who was the last person you took a picture of? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My grandsons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Was yesterday better than today? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's what I aim for...today's not over yet, but I'm hopeful. &lt;/span&gt;Why? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I pay attention and learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Can you live a day without TV? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I've gone lots of days without TV and I'm still here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you upset about anything now? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Not at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you think relationships are ever really worth it? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sometimes I do, other times not. If I perceive that it's a journey to find the real true one, then I'm okay. If I'm feeling lonely because I haven't found the real true one, then I wonder "why bother?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Are you a bad influence? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When it's called for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Night out or night in? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm a 'night in' kinda girl, but am willing to do a 'night out' if needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What items could you not go without during the day? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Toilet paper, water, and phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who was the last person you visited in the hospital? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My dad (and that was back in 2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What does the last text message in your inbox say? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Don't do texting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How do you feel about your life right now? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I feel my life is where it's supposed to be at this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you hate anyone? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Why, yes I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If we were to look in your Facebook inbox, what would we find? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dirty jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Say you were given a drug test right now, would you pass? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You bet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Has anyone ever called you perfect before? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nope, but I have been told I'm 'pretty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What song is stuck in your head? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Superstar by Sonic Youth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Someone knocks on your window at 2 a.m., whom do you want it to be? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Not gonna tell, but the person knows who s/he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you (or did you) want to have grandkids before you’re 50? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Considering that I'm not 50 yet and I have two grandsons (aged 3 and 7), I would say definitely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Tell us your Saturday night. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dinner for a friend and lots of dirty jokes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you think too much or too little? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I think too much and usually about the wrong things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you smile a lot? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Probably too much and at the wrong time, and sometimes till I'm giddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-6388593380006194565?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/6388593380006194565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/httpsundaystealing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/6388593380006194565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/6388593380006194565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/httpsundaystealing.html' title='Dejavu'/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-2668418486765941787</id><published>2009-10-03T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:39:42.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>up and at 'em!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://samanthasaturday9.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://samanthasaturday9.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Has a relationship been effected by how one of you slept? &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;With my ex...his snoring was so loud, I couldn't sleep, so would end up out on the couch, where I slept fitfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What side of the bed do you sleep on? &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Since I sleep alone, I sleep right smack in the middle of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Start out on my side, wake up on my back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Describe the bedding on your bed right now. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Matching sheet set with ivory cotton blanket and floral comforter. How does it change with the seasons? I take the floral comforter off in warm weather. Are you particular about your pillows or linens?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Must have cases on the pillows and the top sheet tucked in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When sleeping with someone, do you hog the bed, steal covers, or snore? &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was accused of hogging the bed, but never heard complaints of stealing covers or snoring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you wear to bed? &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;At a minimum, undies and t-shirt; otherwise, jammies. I've also fallen asleep with my clothes on (but not my shoes). If it varies, explain. The variance is dependent upon how tired I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. No matter how much you love someone, would you rather alone? &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;No, but even though I may be in love with someone, doesn't mean they are with me. Therefore, I am alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Tell us about a time when you awoke in bed, saw the person next to you and thought, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Oh, no..."&lt;/span&gt; Not gonna put that here, but I certainly did say "oh, no..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9. Tell us about a time when you awoke thinking it was a different day than it was. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;That would be this past Thursday afternoon...I was so tired from the night before that I napped during the late afternoon and woke up wondering what the real time was and the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-2668418486765941787?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/2668418486765941787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/up-and-at-em.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/2668418486765941787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/2668418486765941787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/up-and-at-em.html' title='up and at &apos;em!'/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-6775326325428162790</id><published>2009-10-03T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T00:27:05.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have a history of &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;falling for the guy with the sweetest eyes and who is not all that available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; Why I'm not viewed as "the marrying type"&lt;/span&gt; is something I wish I knew.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm eating (or recently ate) &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;food that is healthier for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Bob called me this evening to help him stay awake while he was&lt;/span&gt; on the road.&lt;br /&gt;5. So that's it, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;that's the last straw...not gonna get serious with anyone again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Settling is NOT&lt;/span&gt; better than nothing!&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;relaxing&lt;/span&gt;, tomorrow my plans include &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;laundry and preparing dinner for myself and a friend&lt;/span&gt; and Sunday, I want to &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;work on cross stitch projects!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37212527929125326-6775326325428162790?l=certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/feeds/6775326325428162790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/httpfridayfillins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/6775326325428162790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37212527929125326/posts/default/6775326325428162790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://certifiableinthewildwildwest.blogspot.com/2009/10/httpfridayfillins.html' title=''/><author><name>Certifiable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06225747474431225954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lQqQwK0UFdQ/TFA23xj_sgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QqfvLwGFBRk/S220/me2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37212527929125326.post-1827134451419910825</id><published>2009-10-02T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T16:38:33.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new, new beginning...</title><content type='html'>Took in a family member (an 'adult,' mind you). Knew there was some potential risk involved. Explained the rules (90% - pick up after yourself; 10% no lying, no stealing, maintain personal hygiene and personal responsibility - which was explained in detail). Six weeks later, no improvement, attitude, unfettered sense of entitlement, and demand for unearned respect brought this chapter to a close.  As if that wasn't enough, his immediate family, who didn't step up to the plate initially, turned on me like a pack of pirahnna. That's gratitude for ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythunks.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thursdaythunks.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eKXX_ncnPG4/SsN9rI1jKsI/AAAAAAAAADw/rxTor0fK7pU/s1600-h/eufot-mouthwash-af.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. What color is your mouthwash?  &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's included in my toothpaste (Listerene), which is sparkly &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. Do you remember your first phone number?  &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I remember my first phone from 6th grade on.&lt;/span&gt; Have you called it recently? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No, I'm afraid I'll pick it up in a past or future life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://bpdokc.blogspot.com/"&gt;BPD in OKC&lt;/a&gt;'s question- Do you have a super-secret hiding place and what's in it? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes I do, and I'm not telling what's in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. When was the last time you used a pay phone? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That would have been last month when Canadian border agents refused to allow me to take my son's clothing into Canada (they didn't find him in their immigration database, therefore, were not going to allow me to take clothing to him "because they weren't going to contribute to his comfort.") WTF???? So I had to go back into the US and call from a payphone there to let my son know I couldn't cross this time. Wish I had enough clout to get them transferred to the border shack in the Yukon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much did it cost to make the call? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The call cost $1.75 (US dollars).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What was that noise?&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A tree falling in the alpine forest in the Yukon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. &lt;a href="ttp://glitterbabegreetings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stef H&lt;/a&gt;'s question- how long is a woodpecker's pecker? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Long enough to do the job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How many comments did you receive on your last Thursday's Thunk? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;None, since this is my first post. 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