<?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-2274277197817991964</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:48:50.278-06:00</updated><category term='PETA'/><category term='back to school'/><category term='mites'/><category term='Cristmas Tags'/><category term='5th quarter'/><category term='migrating AOL journals'/><category term='riding lessons'/><category term='bite'/><category term='winter tags'/><category term='twins'/><category term='fall tag'/><category term='Christmas Card Exchange'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='Christmas Eve'/><category term='LilA Challenge'/><category term='itching'/><category term='media room'/><category term='giving up Harley'/><category term='Christmas Tag'/><category term='Fireproof'/><category term='snowman'/><category term='tags'/><category term='pumpkin farm'/><category term='spring tag'/><category term='fleas'/><category term='2009 snags'/><category term='CILM'/><category term='Zeus'/><category term='Blinkie'/><category term='sick'/><category term='granny passes'/><category term='Nolan Worthington'/><category term='snow'/><category term='1st place'/><category term='Peanut Festival'/><category term='Rion Vernon'/><title type='text'>Emmi's Snagger Tagger</title><subtitle type='html'>A PSP addicts place to share her work. 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Please do not alter tags in any way or take credit for it's creation.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-6165044937062716884</id><published>2009-11-15T15:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:20:39.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvest Homecoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=harvest.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="blank" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/harvest.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-6165044937062716884?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-2627920474562627503</id><published>2009-11-15T15:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:20:13.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=givethanks.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/givethanks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-2627920474562627503?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-2172469691019127595</id><published>2009-11-15T15:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:19:01.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Majestic Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=majesticfall.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/majesticfall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-2172469691019127595?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-5601444555674374529</id><published>2009-11-15T15:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:18:19.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxed Fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=spiritsofthefall.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/spiritsofthefall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-5601444555674374529?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-746258630389739043</id><published>2009-11-15T15:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:17:12.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wolfspride.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/wolfspride.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-746258630389739043?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-1933379114985804260</id><published>2009-11-15T15:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:16:21.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Show me Whatcha Got!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SMWG111008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/SMWG111008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-1933379114985804260?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-8476574852590911157</id><published>2009-11-15T15:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:15:44.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Raking Leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=rakingleaves.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/rakingleaves.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-8476574852590911157?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-8312114292945776553</id><published>2009-11-15T15:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:15:25.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=autumnscarecrows.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/autumnscarecrows.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-8312114292945776553?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-7111267572555949051</id><published>2009-11-15T15:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:14:09.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Your Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=counturblessings.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/counturblessings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-7111267572555949051?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/7111267572555949051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=7111267572555949051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/7111267572555949051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/7111267572555949051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2009/11/count-your-blessings.html' title='Count Your Blessings'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-3899118578558781689</id><published>2009-01-23T12:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:52:23.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>glamour scrap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/GlamourScrap/?action=view&amp;amp;current=glam.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="blank" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/GlamourScrap/glam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-3899118578558781689?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/3899118578558781689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=3899118578558781689' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/3899118578558781689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/3899118578558781689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2009/01/glamour-scrap.html' title='glamour scrap'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/GlamourScrap/th_glam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-9066809934147137037</id><published>2009-01-22T07:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T07:41:02.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/Bleeding%20Heart/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bheart.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blank" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/Bleeding%20Heart/Bheart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-9066809934147137037?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/9066809934147137037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=9066809934147137037' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/9066809934147137037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/9066809934147137037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2009/01/bleeding-heart.html' title='Bleeding Heart'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/Bleeding%20Heart/th_Bheart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-679342016706455998</id><published>2009-01-21T17:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:56:27.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>S.W.A.K.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/February/swak/?action=view&amp;amp;current=swak.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="swak" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/February/swak/swak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-679342016706455998?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/679342016706455998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=679342016706455998' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/679342016706455998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/679342016706455998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2009/01/swak.html' title='S.W.A.K.'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-1277838860725757143</id><published>2009-01-20T16:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:33:13.650-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>I Heart You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Snag Only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SXZRBozsWPI/AAAAAAAAAr0/31tUBbrHoQs/s1600-h/iheartu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293507500596549874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SXZRBozsWPI/AAAAAAAAAr0/31tUBbrHoQs/s400/iheartu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-1277838860725757143?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/1277838860725757143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=1277838860725757143' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/1277838860725757143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/1277838860725757143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-heart-you.html' title='I Heart You'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SXZRBozsWPI/AAAAAAAAAr0/31tUBbrHoQs/s72-c/iheartu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-5097934052152818930</id><published>2009-01-18T17:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:38:51.644-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>Please be my Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SXO9bjdqq4I/AAAAAAAAArs/etnhORxZtp0/s1600-h/myvalentine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292782268164254594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SXO9bjdqq4I/AAAAAAAAArs/etnhORxZtp0/s400/myvalentine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;-- Snag Only!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-5097934052152818930?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/5097934052152818930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=5097934052152818930' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/5097934052152818930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/5097934052152818930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2009/01/please-be-my-valentine.html' title='Please be my Valentine'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SXO9bjdqq4I/AAAAAAAAArs/etnhORxZtp0/s72-c/myvalentine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-186412952963422080</id><published>2009-01-16T10:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:30:44.323-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>Roller Derby Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SXC2AOtYhBI/AAAAAAAAArc/wyj4AO4LGYk/s1600-h/roller+derby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291929677225034770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SXC2AOtYhBI/AAAAAAAAArc/wyj4AO4LGYk/s400/roller+derby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;--- Snag Only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-186412952963422080?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/186412952963422080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=186412952963422080' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/186412952963422080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/186412952963422080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2009/01/roller-derby-girl.html' title='Roller Derby Girl'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SXC2AOtYhBI/AAAAAAAAArc/wyj4AO4LGYk/s72-c/roller+derby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-1183348167531693048</id><published>2009-01-14T09:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:48:25.624-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>Butterfly Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SW4JG1-Yf8I/AAAAAAAAArU/Rpu8Mhh3aCE/s1600-h/butterfly_dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291176625379508162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SW4JG1-Yf8I/AAAAAAAAArU/Rpu8Mhh3aCE/s400/butterfly_dreams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snag Only Please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-1183348167531693048?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/1183348167531693048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=1183348167531693048' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/1183348167531693048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/1183348167531693048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2009/01/butterfly-heaven.html' title='Butterfly Heaven'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SW4JG1-Yf8I/AAAAAAAAArU/Rpu8Mhh3aCE/s72-c/butterfly_dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-7107490214359951649</id><published>2009-01-13T07:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T07:38:22.260-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>Jean Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Snag Only Please!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SWyXqJhdReI/AAAAAAAAArE/_9tAWjyPKFQ/s1600-h/TEEN_STYLE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290770412620039650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SWyXqJhdReI/AAAAAAAAArE/_9tAWjyPKFQ/s400/TEEN_STYLE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been doing much of anything. Had several errands to run yesterday when school was over &amp;amp; like wise today. Still need to toalk to the VA guy about my schooling but then I think ... do I even have time to go back to school? Will I really use what I learn? I mean I have gone to school for so many things &amp;amp; the only thing I'm doing is staying at home teaching the kids. Not that this isn't a full time job but I'm not using any of the skills that I studied for ... none! So what's the purpose. I love being a SAHM ... a Domestic Diva! I feel like this is what I should be doing ... tending to the house, the children ... the hubby! But I'll go ... hubby is so fearful that something will happen to him &amp;amp; I won't have any education to fall back on. I know he's right but I also look at it like this .. I have education under my belt now ... paralegal, fitness/nutrition certified, CNA certified ... all sounds good to me but he wants something more solid. CNA is a great job, well I should say rewarding but like hubby says, there's not much money to be made and if he isn't here I wouldn't be able to provide for me &amp;amp; the kids. I try to tell him I don't go through much money but he says I can't live like a hermit. I did while he was in Egypt ... I didn't see anything wrong with it. =} Oh well, I'll make him happy and go. Guess that's all for me today.&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/2274277197817991964-7107490214359951649?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/7107490214359951649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=7107490214359951649' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/7107490214359951649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/7107490214359951649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2009/01/jean-style.html' title='Jean Style'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SWyXqJhdReI/AAAAAAAAArE/_9tAWjyPKFQ/s72-c/TEEN_STYLE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-8030543142643097310</id><published>2009-01-10T09:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T09:58:20.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, New Year &amp; B-day with Twins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=130440834&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=130440834"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=130440834&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=130440834"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-8030543142643097310?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/8030543142643097310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=8030543142643097310' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/8030543142643097310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/8030543142643097310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-new-year-b-day-with-twins.html' title='Christmas, New Year &amp; B-day with Twins'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-997844215379982382</id><published>2009-01-10T09:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T09:38:10.489-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>Naughty Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SWi_XvZ2b6I/AAAAAAAAAq0/CpJyhiLt5hk/s1600-h/naughty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289688176929435554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SWi_XvZ2b6I/AAAAAAAAAq0/CpJyhiLt5hk/s400/naughty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snag only please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tell ya hubby cam ehome a couple hours early yesterday cause he was feeling so bad. He didn't wake up until about 7 last night, that was just to drink some chicken broth and some water. He took some more meds and by 9 was out again. We were relieved when he had a message on his phone that all flights had been canceled for today ... no one likes to work on Saturdays but the pay is good but with hubby being sick this was HUGE relief. Anyway, about 5:30 this morning hubby is rushing around like a mad man ... I said the hell are you doing so early in the morning. He says I'm getting ready for work, I'm late, I was supposed to be there at 5. I said we're you so sick that you don't remember the message that they canceled the flights for today? He said no I remember that ... unfortunatly they left another message to say that they were back on but I didn't get thta message until a few minutes ago. His phone is a weird one, he doesn't always get his messages at a normal time. I can call &amp;amp; leave 3 messages for him this morning ... 2 will get to him within a minutes time while he might not get the other one for 24 hours. It's weird! So he rushed out the door already an hour late for work ... he's the only one working the shift so I'm sure the pilots aren't to happy since they had to work today but even worse since they had to stand around a wait for hubby to issue them their air craft. Poor guy ... I know he's swamped right now on top of being sick. I hope he's not as sick as last night but I couldn't really gage how he was feeling this morning as he was up &amp;amp; out in less than 10 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-997844215379982382?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/997844215379982382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=997844215379982382' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/997844215379982382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/997844215379982382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2009/01/naughty-tag.html' title='Naughty Tag'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SWi_XvZ2b6I/AAAAAAAAAq0/CpJyhiLt5hk/s72-c/naughty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-8105909285504364365</id><published>2009-01-09T07:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:01:39.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where was I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SWdVc6b6WgI/AAAAAAAAAqc/K8Z26ZJLsjg/s1600-h/rockon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289290242580961794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SWdVc6b6WgI/AAAAAAAAAqc/K8Z26ZJLsjg/s400/rockon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OMG, I didn't even realize I hadn't posted since Tuesday. Where did the time go? Good question. I guess I got into a new trilogy by Nora Roberts &amp;amp; I am having a hard time dragging myself out of the books. I started them on Tuesday afternoon ... finshed the first book, I'll easily finish book two before lunch &amp;amp; then start on book 3 probably right after lunch. It's the Blood Brothers trilogy ... very good if you like magikal books (which I do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was the twins birthday so I'll have to make up a little slide show so I can share how much they have grown. The theme was Thomas the Tank but I forget to get a picture of the cake. Maybe SIL got one &amp;amp; will share! I didn't have to deal with my brothers moodiness cause like always he wasn't even home. I could say that 2pm in the afternoon he would be working but the truth of it was he was at my brothers house getting his drink on. It pisses me off ... he could have been  at home with his boys showing them how much he loved them but no instead he leaves his MIL to tend to the boys. My SIL was at work making a living. I bought the boys the same thing just different colors ... they got a rig that held a car, a sippy cup, and footie pj's. The grandma thanked me bunches for thinking of pj's. She said they didn't have any! I got them the really nice fleece footies ... my kids always loved them. Now I'm thinking I should have gotten 2 sets for each. But then my brother would have just thrown a big hissie fit telling me I don't need to be buying his kids anything cause he can take care of them himself. He's such an ars! Anytime I buy them something when it's not Christmas or their birthday he freaks out on me &amp;amp; says he thinks I'm taking pity on him. Ummm, I love his boys ... that's an auties job! Am I wrong? Aren't aunts supposed to spoil nieces &amp;amp; nephews? I mean my gosh ... I don't say anything when my brothers hand my kids 5, 10, 20 bucks here &amp;amp; there for no good reason. Oh well, I can't understand my brother, I probably never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not doing much of anything tonight ... hubby is sick. I think he's got the flu or something. I was scared to sleep with him last night cause he was either keeping me burning up with his high temp body of coughing on my neck making me think I'm gonna get sick. I can't afford to get sick. Tomorrow is the movie our church is putting on. I'm so excited to see it ... Fireproof. Anyone seen it yet? One lady in church said it's an amazing and powerful. A movie that all married couples should see together. Tomorrow's viewing of the movie is just for the church &amp;amp; then Sunday we are putting on two shows for the community. It's free!! Plus we're passing out free soda &amp;amp; popcorn. I think it's so awesome &amp;amp; I hope there's a HUGE turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for me. Have a blessed weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-8105909285504364365?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/8105909285504364365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=8105909285504364365' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/8105909285504364365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/8105909285504364365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-was-i.html' title='Where was I?'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SWdVc6b6WgI/AAAAAAAAAqc/K8Z26ZJLsjg/s72-c/rockon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-1021271262286197907</id><published>2009-01-06T12:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:26:09.210-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>Flirty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SWOgForwb3I/AAAAAAAAAp8/4X8Lf1fpHOs/s1600-h/FLIRTY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288246406143831922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SWOgForwb3I/AAAAAAAAAp8/4X8Lf1fpHOs/s400/FLIRTY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Valentine's Day will be here before ya know it. I love Valentine's Day cause it's filled with so much love &amp;amp; romance. At least around here! I don't know if hubby has anything planned for us or not, he usually surprises me with something or somewhere. Anyway, keeping with my week's theme of love (unintentional but I'm going with it) I decided to do a Valentine's Day tag. Hope you like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning ... actually let me go back to last night. Hubby walks in from work we zoom out to meet with the VA guy ... turns out he was really busy so we just took some fliers to see what it's all about. Anyway, on the way home he starts telling me he doesn't think the security system is enough. I don't know if I told you all or not but the installer didn't but a sensor on our back door ... told us he didn't have access to it from the atic so we could either pay for a wireless or just keep using our dead bolt. Well, I guess it just really grated on his nerves over the weekend cause he was spit fire mad while talking about it. So mad that when we got home he started calling the offices of the sales lady, monitoring office, &amp;amp; even the instulation office. It wasn't until about 8 last night that someone finally called him back about it. He told the lady what was going on &amp;amp; she was fuming about by the time the conversaton was over. She set up an installer to come out this morning to rectify the problem if he could ... which he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new installer was pissed that the last installer was "LAZY" as he put it. Said it wasn't gonna be hard at all to get the back door set up. Said it looked like he just didn't want to work with a snake tool to get the job done right. He said it wasn't even close to being the first time this certain installer did a half ars job with an install. Excuse me ... if this isn't the first time he has screwed up then why is he still working for the company? Just a though! Anyway, he asked if I had any questions ... of course I did have one major question. How do we set the danr alarm when we leave. Ya see we have been setting the thing but when we come home ... it's not on. Come to find out we have to set the thing with the door closed. Would have been nice to know that from the beginning. All is well now though ... no problems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm outta here ... it's a beautiful day so I think I'm gonna take full advantage of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-1021271262286197907?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/1021271262286197907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=1021271262286197907' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/1021271262286197907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/1021271262286197907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2009/01/flirty.html' title='Flirty'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SWOgForwb3I/AAAAAAAAAp8/4X8Lf1fpHOs/s72-c/FLIRTY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-4729066645971554154</id><published>2009-01-05T13:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:13:38.739-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>Wild About You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SWJaEMRa1iI/AAAAAAAAAps/o-4GL_TSJ0U/s1600-h/wildaboutyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287887940546647586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 358px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SWJaEMRa1iI/AAAAAAAAAps/o-4GL_TSJ0U/s400/wildaboutyou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know what it is about this tag but I just love it. It's full of romance ... at least where I'm viewing it from. With the tags I'm thinking of I believe yesterdays sermon really has me in the mood for love. Good thing I have an amazing hubby who is willing to comply with this. he he he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is back on 1st shift and the kids are back on their school. Son went through everything with little problems but daughter ... uggg, just like last year struggles so much with her math. I don't know if it's because she is scheduled to do a mountain of it each night or what it is. With this semester I'm bringing a new attitude and a new way of aproaching her math. I know she doesn't like homework ... one of the reasons she loves home schooling but with math she will just do half during school hours &amp;amp; the other half at night. It's the only way I can see her getting through it without frying her brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm heading the the VA office to find out about schools. Since hubby was classified as disabled the kids &amp;amp; I qualify for free college ... can't let all his pain be for nothing. I don't know what I want to be when I grow up ... he he he. Maybe I'll do book keeping! I'm pretty good at keeping up records ... maybe dad will hire me to keep his books. His girl friend can't keep up with them to save her darned life. Not from lack of trying though! Ok, well I'm outta here ... hubby is home &amp;amp; wanting to get to the VA office. Have a great Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-4729066645971554154?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/4729066645971554154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=4729066645971554154' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/4729066645971554154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/4729066645971554154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2009/01/wild-about-you.html' title='Wild About You'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SWJaEMRa1iI/AAAAAAAAAps/o-4GL_TSJ0U/s72-c/wildaboutyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-580791337115783015</id><published>2009-01-04T15:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T15:54:03.893-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fireproof'/><title type='text'>Bridal Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SWEuBBtOzeI/AAAAAAAAApk/KVKogvRnVS8/s1600-h/bridalmoment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287558032682569186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SWEuBBtOzeI/AAAAAAAAApk/KVKogvRnVS8/s400/bridalmoment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't know what this tag is all about. Something came over me this morning though. As I listened to the pastor talk about the importance of a marriage and remembering daily the vows that one takes an imagine came to mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our church is sponsoring a community event this coming Sunday based on saving marriages. We're showing the movie Fireproof to the community for free plus offering popcorn &amp;amp; drinks for free too. I haven't seen the movie yet but the pastor has been playing clips for the congregation for the last couple of weeks. I'm excited about it. I think I may have to bring my tissues though cause the previews had me a little misty eyed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nothing really new this afternoon. Just getting my kids &amp;amp; myself into the mind set of back to school tomorrow. I don't know if I'm ready for it though. I've sort of enjoyed not having to get up early &amp;amp; rouse them up out of bed. My daughter is the worst ... 10am is to early for her. I would complain &amp;amp; say I don't know how on earth she can do that but in all honesty when I was her age until the time I had my kids I was the same way. Don't know what changed ... maybe midnight feedings but now anything later that 8am is to much sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OK, I'm outta here ... gotta get dinner going then kids in the shower &amp;amp; all that good stuff. Have a great evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-580791337115783015?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/580791337115783015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=580791337115783015' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/580791337115783015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/580791337115783015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2009/01/bridal-moment.html' title='Bridal Moment'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SWEuBBtOzeI/AAAAAAAAApk/KVKogvRnVS8/s72-c/bridalmoment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-7215770255281036603</id><published>2009-01-03T08:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T08:54:46.588-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SV954HPJqyI/AAAAAAAAAok/OE-5oUBxknk/s1600-h/mylove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287078492478483234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SV954HPJqyI/AAAAAAAAAok/OE-5oUBxknk/s400/mylove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm just having one heck of a time getting back into PSP this year. Maybe it's because the kids aren't back in school &amp;amp; hubby isn't back to work yet. I'm hoping come Monday I will get back on track with playing around. I'm sure you guys are missing all the tags. I'm sorry for not putting many out lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing major has happened since the first of the year. Finally heard from the lady who has Harley ... I basically sent her an e-mail saying she lied when she took him because she said I could contact her any time I wanted to check in on him but all my e-mails had gone unanswered. She said her computer was down that's why she hadn't gotten back to me but he was doing just fine. I'm hoping he's doing just fine cause I know for a fact she had access to e-mail cause at least 3 times a week she was making a post on free-cycle for something new. Now how can you post a need if you can't check e-mail? If your asking for something ... you get an e-mail response! Anyway, I'm hoping that he's truly ok cause her last request was for a dog house or dog fencing. I'm praying it's not for my Harley. He's not even 2 pounds ... his body just can't take the cold weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess that's all for me ... need to go get cleaned up. I think the family wants to get out of the house for the day. Guess we'll see how well the alarm system works. Don't know if I told you or not but over the holidays our neighborhood was burglarized (can you believe they did it during the day time? As close as 2 doors down even. My friends house at that!)... many of us had Brinks come put systems in. Ours went in yesterday. We've done the basic command but not while we're actually gone. Have to lock the dogs in the laundry room ... thankfully we have the doggie door for them &amp;amp; no sensor in their room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-7215770255281036603?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/7215770255281036603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=7215770255281036603' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/7215770255281036603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/7215770255281036603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2009/01/slow-beginnings.html' title='Slow beginnings'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SV954HPJqyI/AAAAAAAAAok/OE-5oUBxknk/s72-c/mylove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-27320629115360439</id><published>2008-12-30T15:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:17:07.170-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>Here's to the New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SVqPNZLBYUI/AAAAAAAAAn8/fMsWaTZFKkY/s1600-h/heres2thenewyear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285694572930883906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SVqPNZLBYUI/AAAAAAAAAn8/fMsWaTZFKkY/s400/heres2thenewyear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ready for the New Year to get here ... can't you tell with all the new taggies? =D I made this one this morning while waiting for hubby to wake up. I've been dying to use the girl as (for me) it symbolizes me &amp;amp; my annoying others with my camera in hand. I don't go many places without it. Never know when a photo op will come about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing new here just wanted to share the new tag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-27320629115360439?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/27320629115360439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=27320629115360439' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/27320629115360439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/27320629115360439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/12/heres-to-new-year.html' title='Here&apos;s to the New Year'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SVqPNZLBYUI/AAAAAAAAAn8/fMsWaTZFKkY/s72-c/heres2thenewyear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-1642091703067304250</id><published>2008-12-29T14:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:18:00.195-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009 snags'/><title type='text'>2009 Taggies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SVkwQR_oCyI/AAAAAAAAAnk/qx8UV6oljd8/s1600-h/letscelebrate2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285308693962296098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SVkwQR_oCyI/AAAAAAAAAnk/qx8UV6oljd8/s400/letscelebrate2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SVkwQM3Gf-I/AAAAAAAAAnc/dUgJXBzHwps/s1600-h/happynewyear2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285308692584366050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SVkwQM3Gf-I/AAAAAAAAAnc/dUgJXBzHwps/s400/happynewyear2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are my newest creations. Just made them this afternoon. Hope you like them ... I was beginning to feel like I lost my PSP MoJo.&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/2274277197817991964-1642091703067304250?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/1642091703067304250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=1642091703067304250' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/1642091703067304250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/1642091703067304250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009-taggies.html' title='2009 Taggies'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SVkwQR_oCyI/AAAAAAAAAnk/qx8UV6oljd8/s72-c/letscelebrate2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-3509809313437178948</id><published>2008-12-29T09:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:40:56.058-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='granny passes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giving up Harley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>Down in the Dumps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/Frosty%20Morn/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fm-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 363px; HEIGHT: 354px" height="388" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/Frosty%20Morn/fm-1.jpg" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several tags throughout this entry ... snag only please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't been me lately. I don't know what's wrong with me. I couldn't wait for Christmas to be over with so all the decorations could come down &amp;amp; be stored away for next year. This is highly unusual for me. Usually the decorations are up before Thanksgiving (not this year) and I have never taken them down until New Years day. (They were all put away the day after Christmas). I don't know what was going on with me ... I just wanted it all out of my site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny is gone but I know I'm not sad because of that ... she's no longer in pain. I sent a basket full of daisies. I couldn't decide what I wanted to send and the only thing I could think of was that she was gone &amp;amp; gonna be pushing up daisies ... so daisies it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother (twins dad) isn't talking to me now. =( He came over a few days ago saying that he was leaving his wife cause he couldn't take her crap anymore. He was trying to get us to say he could stay with us without actually asking us but we let him know he needed to be a man ... go home &amp;amp; work out his problems with his wife. He's got a family to think about now &amp;amp; running out on them isn't an option he should take. Sunday morning 12:20 am ... I'm dead asleep when the phone rings ... brother calling me crying uncontrollably asking for a place to stay. I knew from a previous phone call that he was drunk and had done a few lines of coke. Sorry ... I don't need that mess on my door step. Hubby took the phone from me &amp;amp; told him he couldn't stay here. He hung up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/Snowflakes/?action=view&amp;amp;current=flakes.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="374" alt="blank" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/Snowflakes/flakes.jpg" width="374" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad called me yesterday morning to let me know the funeral went well ... the preacher was very long winded but the service was beautiful &amp;amp; they could all tell she was well loved by the amount of people that showed up to leave respect for her. Anyway, dad &amp;amp; brother came back home yesterday ... but not to an empty house. My other brother (twins dad) had got into a bit of trouble &amp;amp; crashed at their house. So here is what really happened ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night hubby &amp;amp; I were sitting around watching our favorite movies when the phone rings ... it's my SIL, she's not crying but you can tell in her voice that she's about to hurt someone. She tells us to be on the look out for my brother cause he's just left her house drunker than drunk &amp;amp; higher than a kite. Before he left the house he smashed into her car so she was letting us know that she was calling the cops on him. I called her back about an house later to check on her ... she's my SIL and I care a lot about her. She went into more details. He tried to smack her around but she's a BIG lady so she ended up throwing him into a fence and that's when he took off. He called her lots of names but the one that broke my heart is ... she said right in front of their kids he called her a F'n N*g*r. Now, I don't know about you but around here that word just isn't used cause it's a very derogatory word that no person should ever be called. It's even worse that he felt it necessary to call his wife this nasty name &amp;amp; even worse then that ... his kids are half black so what must he think of his own children? SIL told us this was unforgivable &amp;amp; something that he as a father can never take back. She said the twins are to young to know what was said or really to know what it means but her daughter heard the words clear as day &amp;amp; was devastated that her step dad would say such a thing. I think of Quanasia as my niece so it broke my heart to know that my brother caused her this pain. We went to see niece &amp;amp; SIL yesterday and the niece didn't really want to talk ... don't know if it was from lack of sleep the night before or the fact that she believes I may feel the same way as my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/winter%20angel/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wangel-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="372" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/winter%20angel/wangel-1.gif" width="401" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ... I decided I would call SIL so I could go over, see the twins &amp;amp; check in on her. A man answered the phone ... I asked for SIL and then I heard an angry voice that I immediately recognized ... my brother. He very rudely says call the house to talk to her then hangs up on me. What a flipping poonanny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm at SIL's house ... Part of me seemed to need proof that my brother was actually as horrible as she had said the night before. I know my brother is a very troubled man but when all is said &amp;amp; done ... he's still my brother &amp;amp; I love him for this fact. Well, he did indeed crash into her car. There was a bad place on her front wheel well &amp;amp; then one on the back of her car. Now ... my baby brother wanted to defend the other brother with are you sure he wrecked her car? Ya know he doesn't have any crash marks on his truck. All I can say is I know what I saw and I know that just because you hit someone doesn't mean that both cars will show proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ... as if all this drama isn't bad enough I took the advice of many of my readers &amp;amp; have tried to contact the lady who has my little Harley. She isn't answering any of my e-mails. I'm just heart broken. I'm beginning to wonder if I was scammed out of a dog so she could sell him for money. Ya see, she put in a request for a small dog through the local free cycle ... since Christmas she has popped up asking for tons of things. Computers .... beds ... treadmill ... scrap booking supplies ... you name it. Now how is it that she can ask for these items but not answer a simple e-mail of how is Harley doing? I have her phone number so I think I'm gonna be calling later today instead of sending e-mails. IMO ... you shouldn't say call anytime to check on him if you don't really mean it. Am I crazy for thinking this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ... I'm outta here for right now. Hubby is on 3rd shift so looks like we'll be out of the house most of the day. Who knows what we'll be doing but I know we won't be here. Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/Luvin%20Winter/?action=view&amp;amp;current=luvn-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="362" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/Luvin%20Winter/luvn-1.jpg" width="402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-3509809313437178948?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/3509809313437178948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=3509809313437178948' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/3509809313437178948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/3509809313437178948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/12/down-in-dumps.html' title='Down in the Dumps'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/Frosty%20Morn/th_fm-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-1287252836656549510</id><published>2008-12-24T10:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:45:10.725-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='granny passes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Eve'/><title type='text'>Goodbye granny</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/December/?action=view&amp;amp;current=windmillcmas.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/December/windmillcmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/December/?action=view&amp;amp;current=windmillcmas.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Merry Christmas to all of you. I don't think I'll be on line tomorrow to wish you all a happy joyous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ... this week I took daughter to the bone specialist ... she does have a hair line crack in her elbow still but she no longer needs the sling. He believes that if she is just careful with her activity for the next few weeks she will continue to heal. She doesn't have any pain at all so that's good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother came over yesterday ... weird cause he doesn't visit much. Anyway, he came over for marital advice. He &amp;amp; his wife are having problems again. He was contemplating leaving her but didn't want to leave his boys behind. Hubby &amp;amp; I talked him into going home &amp;amp; talking it through with his wife. He's a grown man &amp;amp; needs to be grown up ... there's no more walking away when things don't go your way. Besides ... it's Christmas ... no one needs that on the brain at this time of the year. I haven't heard from him but I'm hoping that all goes well. I'd like to see the twins but I sure don't won't to drop in during their problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby's tooth has been hurting him lately but he's the typical guy ... won't do anything about it until the pain is so great that he can't stand to do anything. Well, I told him to call the dentist &amp;amp; hope that they could get him in. I knew it was a long shot with it being Christmas eve but ... he called ... they don't open until Monday morning. Hate that he's in pain but darn it ... that's what he gets for waiting until the pain is almost unbearable. Ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when he got ready to call the doctors he used my phone because I had the number already programed in ... he noticed that my dad had made a call about 12 after midnight. As soon as I heard that I knew what the call was all about. My granny had passed away. So I called dad &amp;amp; sure enough ... she's gone. She passed away at about 10 after 12 this morning. We were all hoping she would make it passed Christmas so we wouldn't have to think about her death at this time but she just couldn't hold out any longer. All her kids are together planning for the funeral ... sounds like their going to do it this Saturday. We're not going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told dad we couldn't go because hubby had to work but it was not the truth. I'm not going cause when it all boils down to the nitty gritty ... she's not my blood grandmother. I love my dad &amp;amp; most of his family but in the end I know that he is my step dad &amp;amp; none of those people are my blood. I wasn't very close to my granny either. She was a crass old woman who I always felt took great pleasure in putting me down. The only time I felt she approved of me is when I got married right out of high school ... I was very small &amp;amp; for my granny if you weren't physically fit then you were just a slob who would never amount to anything. Isn't that sad? I know that's just the way she was but it always hurt! Of course she was never this way with her blood grandchildren only those of us who had married in to the family. My step sister is much heavier than me but she was the light of grannies eye ... doesn't matter that she was big into drugs and alcohol when she was younger ... doesn't matter that she a baby when she had her baby ... I've lived the straight &amp;amp; narrow life for the most part but never got her approval. So why should I go to the funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of this said I would like to say goodbye to granny. I loved her because she is my (step) dad's mother but I didn't like her very much. May she rest in peace and have no more pain. May the family's heart heal and remember the loving side. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh ... we had another death in our family Monday night ... my granny's sisters SIL hung himself. No one really knows why he took his life but yup ... 2 family members in less than a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad has been more a part of my life then my own mother so it's for that reason that I don't call him step dad very often. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-1287252836656549510?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/1287252836656549510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=1287252836656549510' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/1287252836656549510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/1287252836656549510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbye-granny.html' title='Goodbye granny'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-4183152856654437218</id><published>2008-12-24T09:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T09:50:56.127-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa and Sarah</title><content type='html'>Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at the Mayfair Mall in Wisconsin . The child climbed up on his lap, holding a picture of a little girl. "Who is this?" asked Santa, smiling.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Your friend? Your sister?'"  "Yes, Santa,' he replied. "My sister, Sarah, who is very sick," he said sadly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby, and saw her dabbing her eyes with a tissue. "She wanted to come with me to see you, oh, so very much, Santa!" the child exclaimed. "She misses you," he added softly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a smile to the boy's face, asking him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When they finished their visit, the Grandmother came over to help the child off his lap, and started to say something to Santa, but halted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it?" Santa asked warmly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Well, I know it's really too much to ask you, Santa, but ..." the old woman began, shooing her grandson over to one of Santa's elves to collect the little gift which Santa gave all his young visitors. "The girl in the photograph... my granddaughter well, you see ... she has leukemia and isn't expected to make it even through the holidays," she said through tear-filled eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is there any way, Santa . any possible way that you could come see Sarah?  That's all she's asked for, for Christmas, is to see Santa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa blinked and swallowed hard and told the woman to leave information with his elves as to where Sarah was, and he would see what he could do.  Santa thought of little else the rest of that afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew what he had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if it were MY child lying in that hospital bed, dying," he thought with a sinking heart, "This is the least I can do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Santa finished visiting with all the boys and girls that evening, he retrieved from his helper the name of the hospital where Sarah was staying.  He asked the assistant location manager how to get to Children's Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" Rick asked, with a puzzled look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah's grandmother earlier that day.  "C'mon.....I'll take you there." Rick said softly. Rick drove them to the hospital and came inside with Santa. They found out which room Sarah was in.  A pale Rick said he would wait out in the hall.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa quietly peeked into the room through the half-closed door and saw little Sarah on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room was full of what appeared to be her family; there was the Grandmother and the girl's brother he had met earlier that day. A woman whom he guessed was Sarah's mother stood by the bed, gently pushing Sarah's thin hair off her forehead.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And another woman who he discovered later was Sarah's aunt, sat in a chair near the bed with a weary, sad look on her face.  They were talking quietly, and Santa could sense the warmth and closeness of the family, and their love and concern for Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a deep breath, and forcing a smile on his face, Santa entered the room, bellowing a hearty, "Ho, ho, ho!"  "Santa!" shrieked little Sarah weakly, as she tried to escape her bed to run to him, IV tubes intact.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa rushed to her side and gave her a warm hug. A child the tender age of his own son -- 9 years old -- gazed up at him with wonder and excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her skin was pale and her short tresses bore telltale bald patches from the effects of chemotherapy.  But all he saw when he looked at her was a pair of huge, blue eyes.  His heart melted, and he had to force himself to choke back tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though his eyes were riveted upon Sarah's face, he could hear the gasps and quiet sobbing of the women in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he and Sarah began talking, the family crept quietly to the bedside one by one, squeezing Santa's shoulder or his hand gratefully, whispering "Thank you" as they gazed sincerely at him with shining eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa and Sarah talked and talked, and she told him excitedly all the toys she wanted for Christmas, assuring him she'd been a very good girl that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As their time together dwindled, Santa felt led in his spirit to pray for Sarah, and asked for permission from the girl's mother. She nodded in agreement and the entire family circled around Sarah's bed, holding hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa looked intensely at Sarah and asked her if she believed in angels.  "Oh, yes, Santa..... I do!" she exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'm going to ask that angels watch over you." he said.  Laying one hand on the child's head, Santa closed his eyes and prayed.  He asked that God touch little Sarah, and heal her body from this disease.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He asked that angels minister to her, watch and keep her. And when he finished praying, still with eyes closed, he started singing, softly, "Silent Night, Holy Night.... all is calm, all is bright..."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"The family joined in, still holding hands, smiling at Sarah, and crying tears of hope, tears of joy for this moment, as Sarah beamed at them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the song ended, Santa sat on the side of the bed again and held Sarah's frail, small hands in his own.   "Now, Sarah," he said authoritatively, "you have a job to do, and that is to concentrate on getting well.  I want you to have fun playing with your friends this summer, and I expect to see you at my house at Mayfair Mall this time next year!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew it was risky proclaiming that to this little girl who had terminal cancer, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he "had" to.  He had to give her the greatest gift he could -- not dolls or games or toys -- but the gift of HOPE.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Santa!" Sarah exclaimed, her eyes bright.  He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out in the hall, the minute Santa's eyes met Rick's, a look passed between them and they wept unashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah's mother and grandmother slipped out of the room quickly and rushed to&lt;br /&gt;Santa's side to thank him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My only child is the same age as Sarah," he explained quietly. "This is the least I could do." They nodded with understanding and hugged him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year later, Santa Mark was again back on the set in Milwaukee for his six-week,&lt;br /&gt;seasonal job which he so loves to do. Several weeks went by and then one day a child &lt;br /&gt;came up to sit on his lap."Hi, Santa!  Remember me?!"  "Of course, I do," Santa proclaimed (as he always does), smiling down at her.  After all, the secret to being a "good" Santa is to always make each child feel as if they are the "only" child in the world at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You came to see me in the hospital last year!"  Santa's jaw dropped. Tears immediately sprang in his eyes, and he grabbed this&gt; little miracle and held her to his chest. "Sarah!" he exclaimed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He scarcely recognized her, for her hair was long and silky and her cheeks were rosy -- much different from the little girl he had visited just a year before. He looked over and saw Sarah's mother and grandmother in the sidelines smiling and waving and wiping their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the best Christmas ever for Santa Claus.He had witnessed --and been blessed to be instrumental in bringing about -- this miracle of hope.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This precious little child was healed. Cancer-free.  Alive and well.  He silently looked up to Heaven and humbly whispered, "Thank you, Father. 'Tis a very, Merry Christmas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe in miracles you will pass this on...I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God will never bring you to a place he cannot bring you through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Simply, Love Generously, Care Deeply.&lt;br /&gt;Speak Kindly and Leave the Rest to God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow your heartfelt, God-given dreams NEVER settle for status quo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-4183152856654437218?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/4183152856654437218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=4183152856654437218' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/4183152856654437218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/4183152856654437218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-and-sarah.html' title='Santa and Sarah'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-2853946327603065304</id><published>2008-12-22T15:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:28:01.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My life in Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=129224332&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="319" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=129224332"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=129224332&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=129224332"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-2853946327603065304?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/2853946327603065304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=2853946327603065304' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/2853946327603065304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/2853946327603065304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-life-in-pictures.html' title='My life in Pictures'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-7649293213397563930</id><published>2008-12-22T08:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T08:49:26.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SU-npLVXgdI/AAAAAAAAAms/NEft_ohZREk/s1600-h/Dec+08+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282625213787767250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SU-npLVXgdI/AAAAAAAAAms/NEft_ohZREk/s400/Dec+08+088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just wanted to wish you all a very Merry Christmas. Thank you to those of you who sent me Christmas cards ... I hope you have received yours from me as well. I have been so darn busy with Christmas parades ... daughter's cracked elbow &amp;amp; her refusal to wear her sling ... remodeling 2 rooms in our house .... my granny took a turn for the worse last week. She was in the hospital for a few days. She's back home but there giving her until the new year at the most before she passes away. She has no will whatsoever to go on living. She had a feeding tube inserted &amp;amp; that's when it all started going down hill. Once oxygen hit the tumors ... they started growing fast. The radiation isn't helping her at all now! Let's see ... oh as of this morning my hubby decided NOT to take the GS9 job cause whoever wrote out the job description wrote it up wrong. It's actually a temp job that Obama has stated will be going away when he becomes president. He doesn't feel civilians should be teaching the military so all temp jobs (which now all of the sudden this job is) will no longer exsist. So back to the air field he goes. Oh well ... it's not a horrible job. Now I'm off to the bone specialist hpoing that Daughters elbow has healed properly. I'll post photos later today.&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/2274277197817991964-7649293213397563930?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/7649293213397563930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=7649293213397563930' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/7649293213397563930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/7649293213397563930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/12/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SU-npLVXgdI/AAAAAAAAAms/NEft_ohZREk/s72-c/Dec+08+088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-6306047925285409185</id><published>2008-12-10T16:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:04:30.327-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cristmas Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowman'/><title type='text'>Christmas Snags</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/December/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CMASPRESENTS.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="424" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/December/CMASPRESENTS.jpg" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/December/?action=view&amp;amp;current=merrycmassign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="302" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/December/merrycmassign.jpg" width="498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/December/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sleighbellsring.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/December/sleighbellsring.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-6306047925285409185?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/6306047925285409185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=6306047925285409185' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/6306047925285409185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/6306047925285409185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-snags_10.html' title='Christmas Snags'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-4540491640623612158</id><published>2008-12-08T18:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:57:16.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA for a few</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/ST3CWR39l0I/AAAAAAAAAmk/apn_FRYd-9s/s1600-h/OCT08+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277588026359125826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/ST3CWR39l0I/AAAAAAAAAmk/apn_FRYd-9s/s320/OCT08+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/ST3CLU3_4PI/AAAAAAAAAmc/kaoQfRC4c5A/s1600-h/Sept08+b-day+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm finally not crying every second over giving up my Harley. I realized he must be being spoiled rotten since he is the only poochie the disabled man has. He can give him so much love ... chihuahua's really do need lots of attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so Friday afternoon my kids were playing on the back of our truck. My daughter went to jump off the back and her foot got caught causing her to fall off. She hit the ground and shrugged it off as she's tough. We went to the town parade &amp;amp; didn't think much of it until I noticed her really favoring her arm. I poked &amp;amp; proded until she finally confessed her arm was hurting her pretty bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So 9pm we were sitting in the ER. She got in really quick, they did an x-ray of her arm from elbow to wrist where she was complaining of pain. We were snooping &amp;amp; saw her file ... it showed a line of some sort around her elbow so we were thinking it was broke. A few minutes later the doc came in &amp;amp; said it wasn't broke but probably badly bruised. He gave us a name of a dr. to get referred to this morning and instructions for over the weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning we call post to set up an appointment to find that we were given an off post doctor. Ok, whatever! As long as she has a doctor I don't care at this point. So hubby calls at 7:30 this morning to set an appointment ... the woman was rude and cut hubby off before he could say anything. She told him the office was closed call back at 8:30 when they opened. Well, he wasn't here to call so I made the call. The woman asked if daughter had ever been seen there before &amp;amp; I told her no. She says well we don't have anything open until the new year. I explained to her about the fall &amp;amp; her needing a referral for this orthopedic surgeon that the ER doctor put on her sheet. She very rudely says well he won't refer her because he's never seen her before so I don't know how we can help you. I said well I have a problem with the first of the year appointment because she's needing to see the ortho within 3-7 days ... I said waiting until the new year is ridiculous. She puts me on hold for about 30 sec then says well someone just canceled so I can get you in on the 11th. I asked why the ER would tell me an ortho within a week if it was gonna take them that long to see her just to refer her out. "Well your lucky you got what you did". She proceeded on in a nasty condescending voice of "if that's not good enough for you take her back to the ER &amp;amp; confer with them". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took the appointment then called hubby. Oooooooh was ever so pissed. He went straight to post to let them know how we were treated ... we are all moved back on post &amp;amp; daughter has an appointment this afternoon for an ortho doc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The doctor's office that was so rude is also being sent a nasty gram from our insurance provider cause they aren't permitted to treat military people in such a way. Turns out ... we weren't the first to complain about this office ... 1 more strike &amp;amp; NO military personnel can use them ... that means they lose a lot of money. So we're keeping our fingers crossed that nothing major is wrong with her arm. Poor thing can't even lift her arm up to put a shirt on ... she's in a sling ... she's got an ice pack strapped to her ... she's on Tylonol ... of course she's milking it for all it's worth. She can't shower cause she can't wash herself ... she can't do her chores cause she only has one good arm. KIDS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;UPDATE: We got an orthopedic surgeon to see her this afternoon. He was a nice man ... we got in within 5 minutes of arriving. She didn't break it but there is a nice crack in her elbow bone ... it's not just badly bruised as the ER Doc. led us to believe. She had two choices ... be in a cast from bicep to finger tips or wear the sling &amp;amp; be very careful for 2 weeks. Of course she opted for the sling cause she has already been in a cast ... same arm ... same style &amp;amp; hated it. I'm hoping she sticks with being careful cause I want it to heal. I have to take her back in 2 weeks for more x-rays ... if it's doing fine she can get rid of the sling, if she isn't then it's in a cast for a couple of weeks. I really believe she is going to be careful cause riding starts back up the first of the year &amp;amp; she can't ride with a cast on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that was my day ... how did yours go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-4540491640623612158?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/4540491640623612158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=4540491640623612158' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/4540491640623612158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/4540491640623612158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/12/mia-for-few.html' title='MIA for a few'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/ST3CWR39l0I/AAAAAAAAAmk/apn_FRYd-9s/s72-c/OCT08+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-8110790831122492977</id><published>2008-12-05T11:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:35:24.516-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giving up Harley'/><title type='text'>Sad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/STljOfn8MCI/AAAAAAAAAmU/W4tC6Falxhs/s1600-h/harleycmas2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276357539099586594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/STljOfn8MCI/AAAAAAAAAmU/W4tC6Falxhs/s400/harleycmas2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the last month or so we have been considering getting rid of our male chihuahua because he has been marking his territory. I thought I could work with him to get him to stop. Nothing seemed to work. I tried rubbing his nose in it ... spanking his bottom ... leaving him outside ... making for sure he was taken outside plenty ... crating him ... nothing seemed to work.  Well, on Monday marking his territory got even worse ... he started marking all the female dogs. Ewww much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Wed. we started talking about how to go about finding him a new home. I can't just give him to anyone ... he's my baby &amp;amp; I've had him since he was 5 weeks old. Thursday morning a note came through the local free cycle asking for a small lap dog for a disabled man. I thought ... this could be a sign ... I'm a HUGE believer in God giving signs to us. Anyway, I wrote to the lady that we had a small dog but I was very honest that he does mark his territory. I didn't want her to get him then be surprised when he started peeing everywhere. I thought if I tell her the truth &amp;amp; she still wants him for her husband then it's just meant to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She didn't e-mail me back so I started thinking ok ... she wasn't interested. Well, about 7 last night the daughter called &amp;amp; said that they knew he marked and they still wanted him. Said it would bring her dad so much joy as he was unable to walk. He sits in a chair all day long ... we also learned that he is a Veitnam Vet. We met her last night &amp;amp; gave him away. The kids &amp;amp; I of course cried all night long &amp;amp; still are off &amp;amp; on today ... we miss him ... but we know he's in a better home. No other dogs so all the attention will go to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I was trying to decide if it were appropriate to call/e-mail them asking how he's doing. I kept putting it off cause for one I didn't want to cry ... he was my baby! Anyway, hubby called &amp;amp; said the lady left a message asking what kind of food he ate ... I called and left a message then also e-mailed her to let her know more about his eating habits. I asked her to keep in touch. Thanks LilA friends for telling me it was totally acceptable to do this sort of thing. I'm hoping she will keep us updated ... maybe even pics of him now &amp;amp; then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight ... hopefully the town Christmas parade will put us in better spirits.  Hope you all have a very blessed weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-8110790831122492977?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/8110790831122492977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=8110790831122492977' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/8110790831122492977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/8110790831122492977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/12/sad-day.html' title='Sad Day'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/STljOfn8MCI/AAAAAAAAAmU/W4tC6Falxhs/s72-c/harleycmas2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-8202497704535704680</id><published>2008-12-04T14:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:56:33.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Snags</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scroll to the bottom of this blog &amp;amp; leave me a gift ... PLEASE!!!! I love presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/December/?action=view&amp;amp;current=snowprincess.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="415" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/December/snowprincess.jpg" width="373" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/December/?action=view&amp;amp;current=WINTERWEATHER.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/December/WINTERWEATHER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/December/?action=view&amp;amp;current=totdthursday.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/December/totdthursday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-8202497704535704680?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/8202497704535704680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=8202497704535704680' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/8202497704535704680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/8202497704535704680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-snags.html' title='Christmas Snags'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-6507666099184534394</id><published>2008-12-03T07:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:34:17.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snag &amp; Doggie update</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Snag only Please!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/December/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MAGICOFSANTA.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/December/MAGICOFSANTA.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Christmas is almost here. I love this time of the year. I don't know why! I always spend way to much money on things that no one really needs, shoot ... sometimes I'm sure they don't even want what I purchased but at least they smile &amp;amp; say thanks. Maybe I love this time of year because everyone seems to be more friendly ... the south is known for it's southern hospitality &amp;amp; let me tell ya there are some really nice people around here. However ... when Christmas rolls around people are even nicer. Sometimes it's annoying but mostly it's wonderful. I love all the lights and lawn ornaments ... still have to get hubby to put ours up. We're running so behind on the outside of the house. I know it's because last weekend we were cooking/shopping and this week even though he is on second shift he's pulling double shifts. It's such a hard way to go ... not even necessary but ahhh ... the extra money is nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On the job front ... hubby reports to his new job on the 21st of this month. It's a Sunday but they told him it's just a computer thing. He comes in &amp;amp; says I'm here &amp;amp; then he comes back home. He will actually do a full day on the 22nd. I'm guessing there won't be any classes in session with it being so close to Christmas but he will still have to go in &amp;amp; get his office &amp;amp; class room situated the way he wants it. It's strange, he'll have an office again. It's been about 8 months since he's had one. The air field is just a bunch of shared space. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;UPDATE on the love shack doggies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okie ... so I called the vet. Got through after about a million tries. We use the military vet cause it's a lot less expensive then all the surrounding ones. Anyway, they say it's normal for them to mate over &amp;amp; over again. The male is just trying to make for sure it takes ... if it doesn't then he truly is the worthless piece of chit that hubby says he is. =} Anyway, the vet said the male will continue trying until she is either no longer in heat or until she no longer wishes for him to be around her. Hmmm, that that sounds like the little witch that I know of. She never wants him to touch her ... she barely lets any of us love on her anymore. She's just a moody biotch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's all for me. Gotta go make breakfast &amp;amp; get the kids started on their school. I think it's gonna be one of those days where they don't want to do anything. I sure hope not though ... with hubby working a double ... I'm gonna be a moody mama if they give me any trouble. Have a great afternoon. Hugs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-6507666099184534394?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/6507666099184534394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=6507666099184534394' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/6507666099184534394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/6507666099184534394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/12/snag-doggie-update.html' title='Snag &amp; Doggie update'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-2304753320838493011</id><published>2008-12-02T13:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:53:39.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snag &amp; a Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The wreath was a daily challenge sent out in LilA's PSP group. Our task was to decorate it any way we chose. I'm not that great at the real ones so I'm shocked that this one came out looking so nice. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/STWN_vKh7II/AAAAAAAAAk8/ilv37M-xjdg/s1600-h/cmas+wreath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275278664666311810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 387px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/STWN_vKh7II/AAAAAAAAAk8/ilv37M-xjdg/s400/cmas+wreath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Snag only please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok ... on to my question ... it's about animals!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/December/family/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Dec08052.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 434px; HEIGHT: 269px" height="522" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/December/family/Dec08052.jpg" width="1024" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So my female chihuahua is in heat and my male up until now (he's 1.5 years old) has been unable to mate with her. Don't know why he hasn't been able to before but this time it's just insane. Ya see, I've bred dogs before ... never had a problem with the mating ritual ... male does the do, female goes out of heat, about 60 days later there's a liter of puppies. Well, with my chihuahua's, it's not working that way. Without getting to graphic with it ... my male has knocked the bottom out of my female 5 times that I know of in less than 24 hours. She's still in heat &amp;amp; OMG ... she's trying to mate with all my other females. She looks nasty down there ... her poor genitals are nearly hanging on the floor ... she's not that far off the ground, but still! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do any of you know if it's normal for dogs to mate more then a couple times? My pom was bred several years ago, the dogs hooked up twice &amp;amp; she had 4 puppies. The vet told me that she was probably impregnated twice ... she was only expected to have 2 since she was so tiny. My chihuahua is half the size of my pom &amp;amp; has had double/triple the hook ups. I'm scared they either will have 10 puppies or worse ... he keeps trying because it isn't working. PLEASE, if you know anything about this topic help! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh good gravy ... make that 6 times ... they just hooked up again!&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/2274277197817991964-2304753320838493011?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/2304753320838493011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=2304753320838493011' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/2304753320838493011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/2304753320838493011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/12/snag-question.html' title='Snag &amp; 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I didn't win but I'm very happy with the 3 who did. There was just so much great talent that I had a very hard time picking my favorite. I ended up picking the first place winner but it was a hard pick between the top three and one other one ... it was a Marilyn Manroe one that was just gorgous ... they were all beautiful though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a wonderful Thanksgiving, I'll be back to add all the photos &amp;amp; details ... it was a blast even though it was just the 4 of us this year. We had so much fun that spending it together without the rest of the family may become a new family tradition. =D Hope you all had a very blessed Thanksgiving. Can you believe there's only 24 more days til Christmas? Are you done shopping? Thankfully I am ... I think honey is to. At least he better be because I already know what he got me. He will make me wait for the gifts but he likes for me to pick out exactly what I want so he doesn't flub it up &amp;amp; I end up taking it back. The only time he doesn't ask me for help is when it's jewelry ... I have so much jewelry that I actually asked him not to get me anymore for awhile ... a long while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Job news ... last week honey earned a promotion. He'll be going from air field operations (GS7) to AIT Insturctor (GS9) ... big promotion! We're super excited. We have been wondering how long it will be before he gets to actually start his new job. We were thinking 2 weeks because of the pay cycles ... ={ We found out this morning it won't be until the 21st ... a Sunday? A whole month ... all because hubbies boss (even though she knew he applied for the job ... even after she knew he was referred ... even though she knew he was chosen) decided she would keep him around until the holiday break comes around because she doesn't want to have to change her vacation time around to look for another person to take his place. Isn't that some crap. She has known for well over a month that she would need someone new to take his place &amp;amp; then last week another worker gave his 2 weeks notice ... he's going over seas to work a contracting job. Oh well ... no use getting miffed at her not wanting to do her job in a timely manner, that's par for the course around here. At least we know he has a new job &amp;amp; by the first of the year his paycheck will reflect it. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-8294951221191552192?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/8294951221191552192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=8294951221191552192' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/8294951221191552192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/8294951221191552192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/?action=view&amp;amp;current=autumnblessins.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="autumn blessings" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/autumnblessins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/?action=view&amp;amp;current=treasuredmemories.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="treasured memories" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/treasuredmemories.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/Happy%20Thanksgiving/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ht.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="blank" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/Happy%20Thanksgiving/ht.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/fall%20trail/?action=view&amp;amp;current=leaf.gif" 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rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/5692408084016588847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/5692408084016588847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/11/lots-of-autumnthanksgiving-snags.html' title='Lots of Autumn/Thanksgiving Snags'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/Happy%20Thanksgiving/th_ht.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-173087361345320791</id><published>2008-11-25T16:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:07:01.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bounty.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 430px; HEIGHT: 275px" height="323" alt="bounty" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/bounty.gif" width="464" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My honey called me this afternoon ... he was so excited he could hardly talk. I told him to take a breath &amp;amp; then tell me what was going on. Turns out he was refered for a new job. Just because you are refered doesn't mean you will actually get it ... it just means they will take your resume along with everyone else that they sent refere notices to &amp;amp; go through them to see if you are the right fit. Looks like they thing he is a good fit. Now I'm excited. Ya see, right now he has a GS7 job ... it's a government job ... the job he is going to is a GS9 ... we're super happy cause this is going to take some of the financial pressures off of us as this is a HUGE raise ... almost 10K ... that's before he hits his 1 year mark. Once he hits one year he will be getting another substantial raise. Honey was so happy he said baby ... I'm so sorry I stressed you out over thinking you might need to get a job. Not that I'm against getting a job but I'm very comfortable being a SAHM/teacher. I didn't want to have to og back into the work force ... not unless it's teaching aerobics again &amp;amp; well, I'm a lot out of shape for that job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't know if I will be back before Thanksgiving cause I have a lot of things on my plate this week. So if I don't make it back I hope you all have many things to be thankful for. I know I sure do. Be safe ... don't eat to much ... have a very blessed holiday. Hugs!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-173087361345320791?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/173087361345320791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=173087361345320791' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/173087361345320791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/173087361345320791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-4712588459862897489</id><published>2008-11-25T15:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:00:27.824-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Snags</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/?action=view&amp;amp;current=magicofcmas.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/magicofcmas.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/?action=view&amp;amp;current=totdtuesday.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/totdtuesday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/?action=view&amp;amp;current=snowylace.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/snowylace.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/?action=view&amp;amp;current=b4cmas.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="night b4 cmas" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/b4cmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-4712588459862897489?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/4712588459862897489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=4712588459862897489' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/4712588459862897489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/4712588459862897489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-snags.html' title='Christmas Snags'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-2751572805165405480</id><published>2008-11-24T13:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:19:52.052-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Misc. Snags</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSr99OU64mI/AAAAAAAAAks/iBMUXkfO7VQ/s1600-h/SNOWDAY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272305542050275938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSr99OU64mI/AAAAAAAAAks/iBMUXkfO7VQ/s400/SNOWDAY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sleepyangel.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/sleepyangel.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=santasnowstorm-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/santasnowstorm-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=santasnowstorm.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/santasnowstorm.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2274277197817991964-2751572805165405480?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/2751572805165405480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=2751572805165405480' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/2751572805165405480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/2751572805165405480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-misc-snags.html' title='More Misc. Snags'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSr99OU64mI/AAAAAAAAAks/iBMUXkfO7VQ/s72-c/SNOWDAY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-2673131387048177245</id><published>2008-11-24T13:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:17:05.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Misc. Snags</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSr9jeZihDI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zc1s9MJh8Og/s1600-h/nothinglike+fallday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272305099688018994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSr9jeZihDI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zc1s9MJh8Og/s400/nothinglike+fallday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSr9jKIoSPI/AAAAAAAAAkc/ZE7NMVj7CTg/s1600-h/letitsnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272305094248384754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSr9jKIoSPI/AAAAAAAAAkc/ZE7NMVj7CTg/s400/letitsnow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSr9iZVCp_I/AAAAAAAAAkU/eG5I82HK_qU/s1600-h/counturblessings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272305081147107314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSr9iZVCp_I/AAAAAAAAAkU/eG5I82HK_qU/s400/counturblessings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSr9iBoQC4I/AAAAAAAAAkM/wpztCdwZ-oc/s1600-h/betterthanhate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272305074785225602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 377px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSr9iBoQC4I/AAAAAAAAAkM/wpztCdwZ-oc/s400/betterthanhate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-2673131387048177245?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/2673131387048177245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=2673131387048177245' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/2673131387048177245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/2673131387048177245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/11/misc-snags.html' title='Misc. Snags'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSr9jeZihDI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zc1s9MJh8Og/s72-c/nothinglike+fallday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-4030496637220249357</id><published>2008-11-24T06:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:16:41.762-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th quarter'/><title type='text'>Babbling about this &amp; that!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSqiwApF7DI/AAAAAAAAAkE/upqgkEq-Te0/s1600-h/SMWG111008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272205259480362034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSqiwApF7DI/AAAAAAAAAkE/upqgkEq-Te0/s400/SMWG111008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The above tag was done for a contest, I didn't win but there were so many great ones I didn't expect to. Congrats to Bethe, Missie, &amp;amp; Cathy for their awesome entries. My kids helped me vote &amp;amp; they loved Bethe's the best out of all of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a weekend we had ... Friday hubby had to work a different shift than usual but it worked out fine for the plans we made. We went to the high school football game ... they made it to the play offs. It was soooo flippin cold I didn't know if we were gonna make it through the game or not. We did though ... our team lost so that's it for them. The team they were playing against was very very good. Our team record was 9-3 while the visiting team record was 12-0. Anyway, after the game we took the kids to our church for 5th quarter. If you don't know what that is ... it's just where kids get together for food/games &amp;amp; a little worship. They kids had a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday we went shopping. My son decided he didn't want to keep his room anymore. Ya see, w hen we first moved in here he didn't think his room was big enough for him so we converted the garage into a bedroom/laundry room. It turned out great &amp;amp; son has been using it for close to 4 years now. Well, he decided it was just to big to keep clean &amp;amp; asked if he could have his old room back &amp;amp; us make his converted room into a game room or something. He really wanted a half pipe in there ... ummmm .... I don't think so. =D  We decided we would make it into a media room ... we bought tons of wall art for the room. Of course we still need to paint it, clean it out completely ... buy furniture for it to. Hubby is looking into getting a projector for all the movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We took the kids to the drive in that night to see Twilight. My daughter has read the whole series &amp;amp; had let us know every day all day long when the movie was coming out in theaters. She was so excited ... I had read in her book that I would probably freak out when I saw the movie ... I didn't! I was one of the cleanest love stories I have ever seen. Now I'm curious about the book, what made her worry about me seeing it with her? BTW, the movie was very good if your into vampire movies (which I am). The other movie was kinda lame; The Haunting of Molly H ... never heard of it but when you go to the drive in a family of 4 pays $18 for 2 movies. The Haunting was the second movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday morning we all got up for church ... daughter was a crabby patty. Don't know if it was because of the late night, she didn't sleep well, or she was just being a butt whole but she was just a nasty little thing to all of us. We dropped them off at Sunday school &amp;amp; warned her to mind her attitude. Hubby &amp;amp; I went for coffee (we don't do Sunday school). After coffee we stopped at my dad's/brothers for a few minutes. Hadn't seen dad in a couple of weeks ... he's becoming a hermit or something. He goes to work, he goes home, repeats this day in &amp;amp; day out. Thankfully he does call to let me know he's still alive. Anyway, while we were there we got to visit with my SIL's sister ... she's just a sweetie ... turns out she's getting a divorce. She came in from work one night &amp;amp; walked in on her hubby plowing someone else's field. Bad karma for him! She's barely 5 foot he's 6 foot ... she kicked his tail all over the place ... was arrested but then released. It's hard to imagine anyone being mean to her cause she is just such a lovely person. Maybe that's the problem for some people though, they have to be treated like crap to feel good about themselves. Anyway, now that he sees the divorce is gonna happen he's trying to get back with her ... maybe it's the fact that she is the sole provider ... he doesn't work, just goes out &amp;amp; parties all the time (with my brother). Now he's working at McDonald's cause he has nothing else to fall back on. Perfect reason why you shouldn't drop out of school. Even if you do ... in Alabama you have no excuse not to go get your GED cause they do it here for free. No registration fee to sigh up or anything. They provide the student with everything!!! Oh well ... some people I suppose would rather just be stupid. My oldest brother dropped out of school int he 8th grade ... he can barely read, barely write ... he won't go get his GED cause he says he is good with his hands so he can always make a living at building cabinets or catching fish on the boats. Great future for my nephews. Thank goodness my SIL has higher expectations for herself ... she's in law school, wants to be a lawyer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, enough of my babbling ... got a busy morning. Taking all out clutter from sons old room to the thrift store this morning. OMG, he had so much crap that it wouldn't even fit in his room. He has 3 different game systems, all the games for all the different machines plus movies out the yang ... clothes that hasn't fir him in forever shoved in the back of his closet ... you name it, we found it! What makes kids so nasty? My house isn't nasty so they don't get it from what they see around them but oh my goodness ... the filth we found was astonishing. YUK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a great day ... stay warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-4030496637220249357?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/4030496637220249357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=4030496637220249357' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/4030496637220249357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/4030496637220249357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/11/babbling-about-this-that.html' title='Babbling about this &amp; that!'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSqiwApF7DI/AAAAAAAAAkE/upqgkEq-Te0/s72-c/SMWG111008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-5458008524777650068</id><published>2008-11-21T13:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:06:18.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know Dana?</title><content type='html'>aka ... &lt;a href="mailto:Heavenlybama@aol.com"&gt;Heavenlybama@aol.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I knew she was having a hard time of things but I didn't know how hard until I got a letter from Den. Below is the letter;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is Den again. Im going to delete this after sending. Dana's having such a hard time coping with her Dads sudden death. Her birhday lands on thankgiving this year. The family is not getting together this year because of the drama between Dana and her sisrer-in-law who stole her dad's paper work and someone else stole $300 from her even though she got it back within a couple days after his death. Could I please ask a favor of you? If you could flood her mail box with (e-mail) cards or birthday wishes I'm sure it will cheer her up some. I would appeciate it so much. TY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking everyone to please send her well wishes, birthday wishes, prayers etc. Dana is just a wonderful lady who deserves thebest. Thanks for reading &amp;amp; sending her special goodies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-5458008524777650068?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/5458008524777650068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=5458008524777650068' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/5458008524777650068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/5458008524777650068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-you-know-dana.html' title='Do you know Dana?'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-7329221511802270044</id><published>2008-11-21T09:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:35:57.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul meets Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSbT36im2II/AAAAAAAAAjc/Or7HLrLGIsY/s1600-h/SOULMEETSSOUL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271133371444418690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSbT36im2II/AAAAAAAAAjc/Or7HLrLGIsY/s400/SOULMEETSSOUL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a tag that I made for a daily challenge in LilA's PSP group. The goal was to use the word art any way we chose. I'm a HUGE Elvis fan so I thought I would look for some kissing scenes and make them work with the word art. I like it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, today is sort of a busy day. Teaching the kids this morning then when their done it's on to chores ... the house is in need of a good sweep/dusting. I have to do a little shopping, come home prepare dinner, then head to the high school for a football game. I know my kids don't go to the school but we do like to support the football team. They made it to the playoffs this year. Everyone around here is so very proud of them. Hopefully they will win tonight. After the game is over we'll take the kids to the church for 5th quarter. This is a fun time for kids to gather ... eat pizza ... load up on soda and make jokes. Don't have to pick them up until 11:30pm. Don't know what we'll do with our time cause don't know how long the game will take. Maybe we'll just crash at my brother's house for awhile. He lives right next to the church. It's always fun to wake him up and say hey turd ... wake up &amp;amp; talk to me. he he he I love pickin' on my baby brother. He's not so little any more though. He'll be 27 next month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, that's all for me. Gotta get the kids back on their school work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-7329221511802270044?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/7329221511802270044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=7329221511802270044' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/7329221511802270044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/7329221511802270044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/11/soul-meets-soul.html' title='Soul meets Soul'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSbT36im2II/AAAAAAAAAjc/Or7HLrLGIsY/s72-c/SOULMEETSSOUL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-2669746697979238819</id><published>2008-11-20T12:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:59:20.063-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Card Exchange'/><title type='text'>Christmas Card Exchange</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cmascard.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 376px; HEIGHT: 328px" height="472" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/cmascard.gif" width="376" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year I do a Christmas Card Exchange with all my online friends &amp;amp; I didn't want to stop the tradition just because AOL journals went under. A few of you have already sent me your e-mail but just in case the first entry was over looked I wanted to do a new entry on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas Card Exchange is really easy &amp;amp; a lot of fun. You e-mail me privately with your home mailing address ... I send you mine in return &amp;amp; we exchange Christmas cards this year. I DO NOT share your addresses with anyone else and as soon as I use them I shred the list. PLEASE ... do not leave your address in the comments section cause that's just to dangerous. If your interested in exchanging cards please send me an e-mail with your addy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=computergirl.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/computergirl.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:emmi2sweet@aol.com?subject=cmas"&gt;E-Mail Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-2669746697979238819?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/2669746697979238819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=2669746697979238819' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/2669746697979238819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/2669746697979238819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-card-exchange.html' title='Christmas Card Exchange'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-1074768276321983865</id><published>2008-11-20T12:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:53:54.001-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blinkie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring tag'/><title type='text'>Misc Tags 4 Snagging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=remember.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/remember.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=beautifulmasterpiece.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/beautifulmasterpiece.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-1074768276321983865?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/1074768276321983865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=1074768276321983865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/1074768276321983865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/1074768276321983865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/11/misc-tags-4-snagging.html' title='Misc Tags 4 Snagging'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-2426513610956438918</id><published>2008-11-20T12:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:49:22.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/thank%20you" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 396px; HEIGHT: 256px" height="491" alt="thank you note Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d15/Nizari/thank-you.jpg" width="636" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to say thank you to all who have stopped in to leave comments or send e-mails. Your prayers for my grandmother are very much appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-2426513610956438918?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/2426513610956438918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=2426513610956438918' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/2426513610956438918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/2426513610956438918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you_20.html' title='Thank You!'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-725092857443262901</id><published>2008-11-19T08:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:10:38.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers Needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSQeSsYMfBI/AAAAAAAAAjM/vWXrkNc7o8I/s1600-h/DSCF0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270370770429443090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSQeSsYMfBI/AAAAAAAAAjM/vWXrkNc7o8I/s200/DSCF0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My grand mother has Cancer in her Neck,Breast, Hip Bones, Adrenal Glands, Spline &amp;amp; on her Lung. (10-Tumors)&lt;br /&gt;She just took her first Radiation treatment yesterday, which made her very sick. Dr. told us that without Kemo &amp;amp; Radiation she would have 3- months to live. With Kemo &amp;amp; Radiation she has 6-Months to a Year, God makes miracles, myself and the family are looking for one. Keep her in you're prayers. Her name is Pauline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-725092857443262901?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/725092857443262901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=725092857443262901' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/725092857443262901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/725092857443262901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/11/prayers-needed.html' title='Prayers Needed'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSQeSsYMfBI/AAAAAAAAAjM/vWXrkNc7o8I/s72-c/DSCF0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-5758071687861872001</id><published>2008-11-19T07:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T07:57:38.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Snags</title><content type='html'>Is it cold where you are? It is here. I live in southern Alabama ... it's not supposed to be this cold. It feels like the end of August in New York. Now that's chilly! It doesn't feel much like fall ... we're already wearing our heavy winter coats when we go walking at night. That usually doesn't happen until the end of January. I think we're in for a rough winter. Guess it's time to order a cord of wood. So much for global warming ... I hear all over the US temps are hitting record lows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All three tags are snag only please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSQaTn2SSaI/AAAAAAAAAi0/IBkwHsJeA0Y/s1600-h/stamped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270366388346833314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSQaTn2SSaI/AAAAAAAAAi0/IBkwHsJeA0Y/s400/stamped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSQaTiVFcvI/AAAAAAAAAis/DvpJvN4hvVM/s1600-h/SNOWFLAKES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270366386865402610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSQaTiVFcvI/AAAAAAAAAis/DvpJvN4hvVM/s400/SNOWFLAKES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSQaTcfCeZI/AAAAAAAAAik/kz0XFRQawVA/s1600-h/Cmasornamente2s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270366385296538002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSQaTcfCeZI/AAAAAAAAAik/kz0XFRQawVA/s400/Cmasornamente2s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All tags we're made as part of the LilA PSP daily challenge. This is an awesome group of PSPers. If you think you might like to join, let me know ... I send you all the info you need to become a part of this fabulous group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-5758071687861872001?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/5758071687861872001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=5758071687861872001' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/5758071687861872001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/5758071687861872001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/11/winter-snags_19.html' title='Winter Snags'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSQaTn2SSaI/AAAAAAAAAi0/IBkwHsJeA0Y/s72-c/stamped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-8963948161102178183</id><published>2008-11-18T14:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T07:42:47.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Real People - Real Blogs Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSMgWFqcaHI/AAAAAAAAAiM/14xbdqP8_Ic/s1600-h/marieantonette_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270091552803022962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSMgWFqcaHI/AAAAAAAAAiM/14xbdqP8_Ic/s400/marieantonette_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you Missie, from &lt;a href="http://missiesupsidedownworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Missie's Upside Down World&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://admdesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;ADM Designs&lt;/a&gt; for passing this wonderful blog award to me! Now, it's my turn to pass it along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Please put the logo on your journal - Real People - Real Blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Place a link from the person, from whom you received the award.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Nominate at least 7 if you can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Put the links of those on your journal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Leave a message on their journal to let them know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Put the award on your sidebar/journal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as far as picking, it was very hard. However, there are some great blogs out there who tell it like it is. Don't sugar coat life, and those are the ones I'm going to nominate. Also, I did not nominate any private journals, because any new readers would not be able to visit those blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Erica from &lt;a href="http://ericanbiloxi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erica in Biloxi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. Joyce from &lt;a href="http://tagsandalittlechatter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tags and a Little Chatter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Linda from &lt;a href="http://tagsandalittlechatter.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Thoughtful Spot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Shelly from &lt;a href="http://shelly-didisaythat.blogspot.com/"&gt;Did I Say That?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Melissa from &lt;a href="http://somewhere2hide.blogspot.com/"&gt;Somewhere to Hide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Chris from &lt;a href="http://cabscreationschatter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cabs Creations &amp;amp; Chitchat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Donna from &lt;a href="http://dsdesignsandotherthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;DS Designs &amp;amp; Other Things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My picks are in no special order. I have a whole bunch more I'd like to share, and so many deserve this award, but I must follow the rules and pass it on to only seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-8963948161102178183?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/8963948161102178183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=8963948161102178183' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/8963948161102178183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/8963948161102178183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/11/real-people-real-blogs-award.html' title='Real People - Real Blogs Award'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSMgWFqcaHI/AAAAAAAAAiM/14xbdqP8_Ic/s72-c/marieantonette_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-7409535958358725869</id><published>2008-11-18T12:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:45:04.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Taggies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lovelydream.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/lovelydream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=santasnowstorm-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/santasnowstorm-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=santasnowstorm.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/santasnowstorm.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-7409535958358725869?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/7409535958358725869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=7409535958358725869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/7409535958358725869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/7409535958358725869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/11/winter-taggies.html' title='Winter Taggies'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-724615050722762961</id><published>2008-11-17T07:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T07:34:05.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Tags to Share AC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are being marked AC for adult content. If you do not wish to view this type of material please exit this entry now. This entry was in no way meant to offend ... only express my creative talents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This first one I made I just love. You hardly ever see tubes for dark skinned women that are worth using. I made this tag with my SIL in mind. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSFx6X-DG1I/AAAAAAAAAh8/P6dkeuZK4YI/s1600-h/WINTERLICIOUS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269618286680808274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSFx6X-DG1I/AAAAAAAAAh8/P6dkeuZK4YI/s400/WINTERLICIOUS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of you who frequented my AOL journal know ... I love Mandy. So here she is. The tag was a challenge from last week. We were to take a jeans scrap sheet &amp;amp; make something out of it. I decided to dress Mandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSFx52pa1SI/AAAAAAAAAh0/s86ajKFfcPM/s1600-h/iluvdenim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269618277735912738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSFx52pa1SI/AAAAAAAAAh0/s86ajKFfcPM/s400/iluvdenim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hope you enjoy today's creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-724615050722762961?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/724615050722762961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=724615050722762961' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/724615050722762961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/724615050722762961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-tags-to-share-ac.html' title='New Tags to Share AC'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SSFx6X-DG1I/AAAAAAAAAh8/P6dkeuZK4YI/s72-c/WINTERLICIOUS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-9055978950770344887</id><published>2008-11-14T10:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:55:19.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Tags</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SR2taqfcf2I/AAAAAAAAAhc/krqAifQ7Yro/s1600-h/wolfspride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268557812687732578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SR2taqfcf2I/AAAAAAAAAhc/krqAifQ7Yro/s400/wolfspride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SR2taRvp38I/AAAAAAAAAhU/3pzkvryE75Y/s1600-h/rakingleaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268557806044831682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SR2taRvp38I/AAAAAAAAAhU/3pzkvryE75Y/s400/rakingleaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SR2tZ0kHV3I/AAAAAAAAAhM/c39vV-0Tu4g/s1600-h/autumnscarecrows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268557798211802994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SR2tZ0kHV3I/AAAAAAAAAhM/c39vV-0Tu4g/s400/autumnscarecrows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-9055978950770344887?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/9055978950770344887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=9055978950770344887' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/9055978950770344887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/9055978950770344887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/11/autumn-tags.html' title='Autumn Tags'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SR2taqfcf2I/AAAAAAAAAhc/krqAifQ7Yro/s72-c/wolfspride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-1179296558307322896</id><published>2008-11-13T10:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:19:51.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Taggies SAC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, so hubby is on 2nd shift now &amp;amp; I was so bored yesterday that I played in PSP. I played in PSP so long that my eyes started hurting &amp;amp; I had to stop. he he he I know ... not very smart of me but oh well, I made some cute little snaggies for all of you to snag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made a Mandy tag for those of you who love her like I do ... as with most of my Mandy tags ... she's SAC which for those of you who don't know this term ... she's slight adult content. If you do not wish to view this type of material please just exit out of this entry. It's not meant to offend anyone ... I'm just having a little fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SRxaJ-ioRcI/AAAAAAAAAhE/SWXdYAndfRg/s1600-h/nautychristmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268184791570204098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SRxaJ-ioRcI/AAAAAAAAAhE/SWXdYAndfRg/s400/nautychristmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SRxaJhiLNOI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Q60FbEyc710/s1600-h/MandysWinter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268184783783671010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SRxaJhiLNOI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Q60FbEyc710/s400/MandysWinter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SRxaJGUAV7I/AAAAAAAAAg0/DQxOUt1K3-k/s1600-h/magicofchristmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268184776476481458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SRxaJGUAV7I/AAAAAAAAAg0/DQxOUt1K3-k/s400/magicofchristmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please enjoy the tags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-1179296558307322896?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/1179296558307322896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=1179296558307322896' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/1179296558307322896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/1179296558307322896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/11/winter-taggies-sac.html' title='Winter Taggies SAC'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SRxaJ-ioRcI/AAAAAAAAAhE/SWXdYAndfRg/s72-c/nautychristmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-4238334002995973797</id><published>2008-11-12T10:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:50:43.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Snag Only!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SRsJK9jRk1I/AAAAAAAAAgs/VafIVInqjZ8/s1600-h/TREASURES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267814273065784146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SRsJK9jRk1I/AAAAAAAAAgs/VafIVInqjZ8/s400/TREASURES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/2274277197817991964-4238334002995973797?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/4238334002995973797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=4238334002995973797' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/4238334002995973797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/4238334002995973797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/11/treasures.html' title='Treasures'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SRsJK9jRk1I/AAAAAAAAAgs/VafIVInqjZ8/s72-c/TREASURES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-3760946438977409730</id><published>2008-11-11T16:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:57:13.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Veteran's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Snag Only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SRoNRQlkd2I/AAAAAAAAAgk/yFMfJKLan3w/s1600-h/contemplatinglove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267537304324700002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SRoNRQlkd2I/AAAAAAAAAgk/yFMfJKLan3w/s400/contemplatinglove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing new today. Spent most of it shopping for nothing. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for the TOM advice &amp;amp; web sites for daughter, she appreciated them. Nothing else to say tonight &amp;amp; don't feel like babbling on. Have a great Veteran's Day ... remember to thank a soldier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-3760946438977409730?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/3760946438977409730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=3760946438977409730' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/3760946438977409730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/3760946438977409730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-veterans-day.html' title='Happy Veteran&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SRoNRQlkd2I/AAAAAAAAAgk/yFMfJKLan3w/s72-c/contemplatinglove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-477146470170262293</id><published>2008-11-10T13:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:55:31.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut Festival Slideshow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=126418317&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=126418317"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=126418317&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=126418317"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-477146470170262293?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/477146470170262293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=477146470170262293' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/477146470170262293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/477146470170262293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/11/peanut-festival-slideshow.html' title='Peanut Festival Slideshow'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-705296419998815508</id><published>2008-11-10T11:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:21:35.665-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st place'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LilA Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter tags'/><title type='text'>I WON!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SRhqcachIUI/AAAAAAAAAgU/fKZZ5iAPgHw/s1600-h/SMWG1st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267076800577610050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SRhqcachIUI/AAAAAAAAAgU/fKZZ5iAPgHw/s400/SMWG1st.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SRhp9ZWY7pI/AAAAAAAAAgM/xV5r9ns0lUc/s1600-h/showmewhatchagot11_3e2s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267076267707526802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SRhp9ZWY7pI/AAAAAAAAAgM/xV5r9ns0lUc/s400/showmewhatchagot11_3e2s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OMG ... I woke up this morning only to find I won 1st place in the Show Me Whatcha Got contest in LilA's psp group. I was so shocked. I didn't even vote for my own cause I thought there were a couple better than mine.  Nice surprise. Thank you to all who voted for mine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weekend went very nice, I'm still working on the slide show so I can show off the fun we had at the festival. It was so much fun but I think my body doesn't like rides anymore. I ended up having to close my eyes on all the rides because I would get extremly nauseus. I don't know why ... I've never really had this problem before. On one ride I realized I had to do something about my weight cause I almost wasn't able to ride it. First, it took me forever to figure out how to jump up backwards to get into the seat ... it was a bit tight but not to bad ... I thought I had to bar all the way closed, it felt fine to me but evedently there was a light above everyones head that let the operator know when it wasn't closed. I watched as he went around &amp;amp; told people they would have to exit the ride cause it wouldn't lock in. Well, I didn't think anything about it cause well those people were bigger than what I think I am. He come to me &amp;amp; I'm thinking WTH ... he pushes the bar down ... I'm losing my breath cause the sucker is so damned tight but I'm not about to say anything cause I don't want to admit that I'm to fat for the ride. I suck it up ... nearly breathless for 2 minutes. It was fun though!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok ... the itching hasn't subsided ... I'm slathered in calamine lotion from head to toe. I look like some pale looking person. Some of the bites are drying out while others are forming. It sux!!! My dad's g/f told me it could be scabbies. WTH is that? I didn't know so I looked it up ... it's horrible looking &amp;amp; NO ... I don't have it. I looked up flea bites &amp;amp; it looks sort of like the pics ... son thought maybe it was chicken pox since the neighbor just got over them. I looked that up &amp;amp; NOPE ... doesn't look like that either. So I guess I just have a lot of flea bites, deep fogging &amp;amp; spraying of the furnature this afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little girl is growing up. =} The last couple of days she has been showering ... a lot ... she isn't one to shower so I figured something was up but I didn't want to pressure her. I have taught her that is she needs to talk about anything then she can. This morning she came up to me &amp;amp; says mommy ... I think TOM has come to visit me. YUP ... it has. I have talked to her about it since she was about 9 but for some reason it wasn't registering with her. She has been going through panties like crazy ... I finally showed her what she had to do. Poor thing ... she starts walking after she cleans herself up &amp;amp; says "man ... these things are really uncomfortable." I thought her eyes were gonna pop out of her head when I told her how long TOM visits. She says is there anyway to make it go away so I never have one again. he he he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's what's been going on in my world ... nothing super special, but we did have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SRhp9NWrFkI/AAAAAAAAAgE/0XbKx39r9RQ/s1600-h/SMWG1st.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-705296419998815508?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/705296419998815508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=705296419998815508' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/705296419998815508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/705296419998815508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-won.html' title='I WON!!!!'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SRhqcachIUI/AAAAAAAAAgU/fKZZ5iAPgHw/s72-c/SMWG1st.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-1095439441221529782</id><published>2008-11-08T06:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:01:30.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SRWKF7tHMRI/AAAAAAAAAf8/qKZtCDL9dtY/s1600-h/orientalflair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266267173810549010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SRWKF7tHMRI/AAAAAAAAAf8/qKZtCDL9dtY/s400/orientalflair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snag Only!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanted to thank everyone for the wonderful advice. Unfortuneatly I can't take Zeus the the Vet's just yet because there aren't any openings for him. He is registered though so I'm half way there. I have to call the office on Wednesday to get him an appointment.  Ya see I use the military vet because it's much cheaper on us plus they take care of all of our other babies. The way they run the office is by setting appointments for one week out that was it's less likely that someone won't be able to make an appointment. If you miss 3 appointments without calling to cancel that you are no longer able to use the facility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, we just keep washing him with oatmeal shampoo but I'll be taking Indigo's advice this weekend. I have to go get the right kind of pumpkin. As for the scratching &amp;amp; me just getting itchy because Zeus is scratching ... very plausable cause if someone itches their head or brings up the words "maybe it's lice" I will itch for days even if I have been checked &amp;amp; I'm good to go. However, hubby thought the same thing until I lifted my shirt &amp;amp; showed him the evidence. I'm covered in bug bites. He went out and bought more anti-itch cream &amp;amp; calmine lotion. I haven't used the calamine lotion as I know I'll be out &amp;amp; about today ... I do not want people to see all the pink splotches all over me. he he he what a sight that would be. =D  Oh, for future reference ... hubby told me to put clear fingernail polish over the bug bites cause this would cause the itch to stop &amp;amp; if the mites (if that's what it was) would be trapped &amp;amp; die. IT DOESN'T WORK!!!!! Not even a little bit. In fact I think I was itching more because once the polish dries it becomes scratchy. Not good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So later today we're headed to the Peanut Festival ... I've got the camera charged and a sitter for Zeus. he he he Sounds so funny to have a sitter for him but not for the other 5 poochies. The fact is ... he can't climb our back steps yet &amp;amp; he can't push open the doggy door either. So dad &amp;amp; my baby brother have said they will take care of him for the day. I'm so glad. The thought of him being cooped up for 7-10 hours was just killing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, I'm off ... gotta go have breakfast. Hubby made pancakes this morning. No wonder I can't seem to lose weight. He feeds me all the best foods ... and I don't need any of them. Last night he made a cake ... and yes, I had a slice of it too.  Don't tempt me with yummy food ... cause I'll eat it! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a very blessed weekend ... stay warm if it's cold where you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-1095439441221529782?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/1095439441221529782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=1095439441221529782' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/1095439441221529782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/1095439441221529782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SRWKF7tHMRI/AAAAAAAAAf8/qKZtCDL9dtY/s72-c/orientalflair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-4699555109411522147</id><published>2008-11-07T07:35:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T07:49:13.034-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='itching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zeus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nolan Worthington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fleas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Tag'/><title type='text'>Fight the Bite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SRRGElrHNwI/AAAAAAAAAf0/0LUr5vv0xnU/s1600-h/zeuscollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Snag Only Please!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tag is a LilA's daily challenge. I was asked to use the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=postcard.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="416" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/postcard.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok ... the subject line is fight the bite. What's that all about? Well, you all know I have a new puppy Zeus &amp;amp; although he's keeping me awake a lot through the night he's still just as sweet as can be. Now my delima with him/me ... he is always scratching. I've given him several oatmeal baths, can't find any fleas at all yet he scratches non stop. If that weren't bad enough ... I've got tons of bites all over me but don't even know what they are. It's can't be fleas cause there isn't a single one to be found on him or in the water ... hubby thinks it might be mites so I carefully sprayed him with some meds to rid him of that. This morning he's still scratching &amp;amp; I've got even more bites then yesterday &amp;amp; I can't stop itching. Any ideas on what he might have? How to get rid of them? How to make mine stop itching? HELP ... if I keep scratching the way I am now I'll be so raw come Monday morning. I've tried peroxide, alcohol &amp;amp; anti-itch cream already with no such luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing else new today ... planning on going to the Peanut Festival tomorrow so I'll have lots of pictures to share in a few days. I've never gone to this festival before cause it is kinda pricey but we promised the kids we would go this year. I'm thinking it will be a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a great weekend all. Hugs .... Emmi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=zeuscollage.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 356px" height="453" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/zeuscollage.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^ My Zeus ^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-4699555109411522147?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/4699555109411522147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=4699555109411522147' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/4699555109411522147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/4699555109411522147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/11/fight-bite.html' title='Fight the Bite'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-841572508076153459</id><published>2008-11-06T14:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:30:33.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowmen Comp Set</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lovewinter.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/lovewinter.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lovewinteryourewelcome.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/lovewinteryourewelcome.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lovewinterwelcome.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/lovewinterwelcome.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lovewinterthx4playing.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/lovewinterthx4playing.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lovewinterthankyou.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/lovewinterthankyou.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lovewintersharing.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/lovewintersharing.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lovewinterqotd.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/lovewinterqotd.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lovewinterfwding.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/lovewinterfwding.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lovewinterblinkiemania.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/lovewinterblinkiemania.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-841572508076153459?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/841572508076153459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=841572508076153459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/841572508076153459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/841572508076153459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/11/snowmen-comp-set.html' title='Snowmen Comp Set'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-3854815499859413238</id><published>2008-11-06T08:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:59:44.941-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Card Exchange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter tags'/><title type='text'>Winter Snags</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wintersceneblinkie.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/wintersceneblinkie.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=snowisfalling.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="378" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/snowisfalling.jpg" width="390" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SNOWISFALLING-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/SNOWISFALLING-1.gif" width="430" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=whereubelieve.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/whereubelieve.gif" width="426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm getting into the spirit of Christmas even though it's well over a month away. I don't know why ... maybe it's because all the local stores already have their Christmas displays up &amp;amp; playing Christmas music. I love Christmas time, it's my favorite time of the year. People seem to be more cheerful, giving of themselves, gracious ... just plain nice. I love that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, this is my first year with blogger but I am keeping with a holiday tradition that I usually start in November. I send out Christmas cards to my online friends who want to participate in a Christmas Card exchange. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so simple ... you simply send me your home address (I don't share with anyone else), I will send you mine in return &amp;amp; then sometime mid December we will receive a Christmas cards from each other. Last year was very awesome ... I received almost 40 cards from so many of you. So, if you would like to participate please e-mail me privately with your info at: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:emmi2sweet@aol.com?subject=DND"&gt;Christmas Card Exchange&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PLEASE use this link &amp;amp; don't change the subject line. It will aid me in not accidently deleting your e-mail if it should land in my spam folder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I guess that's all for me right now. Kids break is over so it's back to teaching I go. Have a great morning/afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-3854815499859413238?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/3854815499859413238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=3854815499859413238' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/3854815499859413238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/3854815499859413238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/11/winter-snags.html' title='Winter Snags'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-1941739732401800715</id><published>2008-11-05T09:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:58:20.137-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peanut Festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zeus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PETA'/><title type='text'>Baby it's Cold Outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Snag Only!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tag23.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/tag23.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now we don't get snow here in lower Alabama but it was pretty darn chilly this morning. So chilly that when I woke up (after a brutal night with Zeus), there was a fire all ready to toast my tootsies. Hubby had coffee ready &amp;amp; waiting on me to. It's one of those rare moments when I get to see him when I wake up in the morning. He took a sick day from work cause he had some veteran affairs things to take care of. I'm thinking he'll be home by lunch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The fair is in town! Actually it's a few towns over. It's called the &lt;a href="http://www.nationalpeanutfestival.com/"&gt;Peanut Festival&lt;/a&gt;, it comes once a year. Our state celebrates peanuts cause we make up 1/2 of all the US peanut supply. Pretty cool huh? We haven't decided which day we will be going. Today they are having a concert but it's someone I have never heard of ... tomorrow Bucky Covington from American Idol will be playing or we could be going on Saturday to watch the Demolition Derby ... I just love those things. Yes, I'm a redneck woman and darn proud of my title. I pack a pistol and I have no problem hunting for my own food =D I believe PETA stands for people eating tasty animals. he he he &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sorry to any vegitarians out there. I look at it like this ... God wouldn't have given me teeth to tear away at meat if I wasn't meant to eat it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, that's all for me ... gotta get back to teaching the kids, their short break has come to an end. Have a great day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-1941739732401800715?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/1941739732401800715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=1941739732401800715' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/1941739732401800715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/1941739732401800715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby it&apos;s Cold Outside'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-4018760441126341763</id><published>2008-11-04T09:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:18:52.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If you love Someone ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Snag Only!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lovesomeone.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="425" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/lovesomeone.jpg" width="403" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is just a little something I made yesterday for LilA group. Not super crazy about it but I didn't want to chose photos that a lot of the other members picked. I like originality! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So today's the BIG day ... ELECTION DAY!!! Did you vote? I'll be headed to the polls right after lunch. Waiting to go with hubby ... dad &amp;amp; his g/f are going then too. Looks like my brother has opted out of it this year cause he doesn't like either candidate &amp;amp; then my other brother can't vote due to him being a felon. Being young is one thing but being young &amp;amp; stupid is something different. His right to vote has been taken away for life ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/?action=view&amp;amp;current=zeus.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/November/zeus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Zeus is a little ooger &amp;amp; already spoiled rotten. Last night I needed my sleep so I told hubby to take care of him. Hubby grabbed Zeus up in his arms &amp;amp; I thought nothing more about the little guy. Well I woke up around 12:30 scared that hubby would roll over on him ... he doesn't have the motherly instinct ... I felt around the bed for him, couldn't feel him anywhere so I felt around his sleeping area ... no Zeus so now I'm freaking out. I wake hubby please tell me your not laying on Zeus ... he's freaked out thinking maybe he was. He flips on the light, we search the entire bed ... he's nowhere in site. We start calling his name, he doesn't even know his name yet but we're calling it anyway ... finally hubby looks under the bad &amp;amp; there he is all snuggled up in my slippers. Neither one of us heard him fall ... cry ... anything. Thankfully he was ok. Took him out for him midnight business then back to bed. He in his bed &amp;amp; me in mine ... not for long though. He didn't stop crying until I put him in bed with hubby &amp;amp; I. SPOILED!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-4018760441126341763?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/4018760441126341763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=4018760441126341763' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/4018760441126341763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/4018760441126341763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-you-love-someone.html' title='If you love Someone ...'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-3453005091127817854</id><published>2008-11-03T12:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:20:58.971-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger ate my entry</title><content type='html'>Ok so I came to update when I realized Blogger ate my entry that went along with the slide show. I looked for the draft, but now such luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was my weekend ... Friday when hubby got home we finished decorating the yard. Nothing like procrastinating to the bitter end. We though kids started trick or treating at 6 but to our dismay it was 5pm. We were still eating our dinner! Hubby had fun with it though. We had steak that he cut into strips ... he told the kids he was eating the other half of the leg from our display &amp;amp; then with the steak he had made sweet potato fries ... he said it was fingers. he he he You should have seen some of the looks he was getting. Some of the kids truly believed he was crazy enough to eat a person. Anyway, one of our first trick or treaters was this young lady that I have never seen around before ... kinda creeped me out. Ya see she came through our yard asking to play with my Chihuahua's &amp;amp; I told her no they would bite her. Their loving for us but they little fluckers will bite strangers. So after she realizes I'm not about to change my mind (don't need a law suit on my hands) she grabs up the leg from my display &amp;amp; says I don't want a treat so I'll just take this trick. Ummm, hello ... who let's their child try to run off with other people's property? The mother ... older sister ... whoever she was didn't make her behave at all. Instead she was at the top of the drive yelling at her to come on or she was gonna leave without her. The girl yells back ... go ahead, I'm fine right where I am. She takes off her shoes, sits in a chair &amp;amp; asks for a nice slice of leg. OMG ... I couldn't believe the nerve of this girl. She looked to be 11-13 years old. Anyway, after about 30 minutes the lady came back around to retrieve the girl. So glad ... I was fed up with her antics. I wanted to prey the leg out of her hands &amp;amp; beat her over the head with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the drama filled child leaves and we pass out the candy. Had a really good crowd considering we live on the city limit line. Right as trick or treating was about over my brother pulls up with the twins &amp;amp; my niece .. SIL too. My kids ended up going trick or treating even though they thought they were to old to go. They had no costumes but that didn't seem to stop them. They had fun with their auntie &amp;amp; uncle. We took lots of adorable pics of the kids in costume ... aren't they so sweet looking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we were all set to have a yard sale but neither one of us were in the mood for it so since we hadn't set out any signs we decided to wait until spring comes around. It's a bunch of summer clothes anyway ... wouldn't get much for them this time of year. It's nice weather that we're having ... but not that nice. So we headed to the flea market ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love going to the flea market unless I'm feeling down. When I'm feeling down we always end up leaving with an animal. I was feeling great as I walked by all the cages ... played with all the furry babies ... the last stand we went to hubby says awww, he's so cute. The lady says yeah he's the last one ... all his sisters were taken first thing this morning. He asked how much but I thought he was just being polite. She said well since he's the last one I'll shave off $50 and let you get him for $150 ... now this is a great deal on mini Chihuahua's. In our area they sell for no less than $100 more &amp;amp; that's driving into Florida to get them. I'm looking &amp;amp; thinking nah when hubby says ... he's mine ... I'm naming him too! WTH? We already have 5 babies at home ... he says well you have your dogs now I want one of my own. I'm almost crapped my pants ... so I bought him because hubby seemed to want him so bad. The booger held him through the rest of the market ... all the way home &amp;amp; slept with him too. Hubby started calling him Tater (yes I know ... very redneckish) but the name just wasn't stickin. Sunday morning while we were out on our walk he says I think I want to change his name ... I think I like the name Zeus ... so Zeus it is. Isn't he so cute!!!???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-3453005091127817854?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/3453005091127817854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=3453005091127817854' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/3453005091127817854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/3453005091127817854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/11/blogger-ate-my-entry.html' title='Blogger ate my entry'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-3249999026426469936</id><published>2008-11-02T10:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T10:00:41.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=125944442&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="319" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=125944442"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=125944442&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=125944442"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-3249999026426469936?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/3249999026426469936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=3249999026426469936' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/3249999026426469936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/3249999026426469936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-video.html' title='Halloween video'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-3214378556478677384</id><published>2008-10-31T09:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:32:34.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Snags</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy! Have a SPOOKTACULAR Halloween.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=autumnrelax.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/autumnrelax.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MEETME.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/MEETME.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=spiritsofthefall.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/spiritsofthefall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=friendsrangels.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/friendsrangels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=promises2keep.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/promises2keep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=TIME2LAUGH.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/TIME2LAUGH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2274277197817991964-3214378556478677384?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/3214378556478677384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=3214378556478677384' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/3214378556478677384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/3214378556478677384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/10/lots-of-snags.html' title='Lots of Snags'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-6306718454095292811</id><published>2008-10-30T06:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T07:05:58.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Necessary Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Snag only Please!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=necessarylove.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/necessarylove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yesterday was not very eventful, just an ordinary boring day. Sometimes those are the best days of all. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This week my son is doing reports on differnt events in history because he is a book or more ahead in school. Well, in the past he hasn't been very good at reports &amp;amp; hubby has really ripped his reports apart. He'll have to rewrite the reports several times before hubby says it's exceptable. This week however, son has written two papers ... both excellant ... hubby has been shocked, asking me if he copied from the book! Nope, he's tired of getting ripped! Anyway, I named this entry Necessary Love cause I truly believe God has laid his hand on my son to write better and then laid his hand on hubby so he can see the beauty in son'd writting. Hubby has praised son on a job well done &amp;amp; it has just made all the difference in the world to son's disposition. A little praise can truly carry us a long way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Today I'll be preparing the Halloween treat bags for the twins. I'm hoping SIL keeps to her word and brings them by. I would love to take pics of them in their costumes. She says their going to be pumpkins ... my neice is going to be a killer cheerleader (or somehting like that). I'll get pics of her as well. I feel like I'm missing out on Halloween since my kids feel their to old to dress up this year. They just grow up so fast! Oh well, they did decorate the house which is something we don't usually do. I'll have to get pics of the house once it's all complete. We still have to draw the outline of dead bodies &amp;amp; splash the fake blood on the sidewalk. We have our fogger ready &amp;amp; this past weekend we purchased a stobe light to make it look even better at night. I'm not expecting a HUGE flood of kids ... we just don't have many young kids out this way &amp;amp; the ones we do have most parents just take them on post. Post is not only safer on foot but you get better candy &amp;amp; people don't worry about having something dangerous added to the goodies. Yesterday while we were at the commissary we found great deals on candy. A HUGE bag of snickers that sells for almost $5 at walmart for going for $1.50 ... then there were a lot of bags for only .50. I was ticked that I didn't have hubby hold off to buy the treats. Oh well!!! At least we didn't have to worry about there being no candy at all. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok, so that's all for me. It's after 8am and the kids should already be on their school work. I'm such a slacker today. I bet the kids aren't complaining though. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Have a great day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-6306718454095292811?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/6306718454095292811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=6306718454095292811' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/6306718454095292811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/6306718454095292811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/10/necessary-love.html' title='Necessary Love'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-8804076149854962892</id><published>2008-10-29T09:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:28:06.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Snag Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=beautifulangel.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/beautifulangel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=good2brandom.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="371" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/good2brandom.jpg" width="410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wordsthatenlighten.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/wordsthatenlighten.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for stopping by!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-8804076149854962892?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/8804076149854962892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=8804076149854962892' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/8804076149854962892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/8804076149854962892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/10/come-snag-away.html' title='Come Snag Away'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-496578530423298969</id><published>2008-10-28T05:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T06:18:29.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snag &amp; a game!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Snag Only&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=NOTBORING.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/NOTBORING.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got tagged by &lt;a href="http://ellie-crazylife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ellie&lt;/a&gt; ... the little booger just had to have the dirt on me. he he he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;* link to the person who tagged you&lt;br /&gt;* list 6 random things about yourself&lt;br /&gt;* tag 6 new people&lt;br /&gt;* let each tagged person know by posting a comment on their blog&lt;br /&gt;* link to the 6 people you've tagged&lt;br /&gt;* and let the person who tagged you know that you posted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things you may not know about me - random-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I played the flute from 5th -12th grade. Auditioned for a specialized band and made it into the band one of three years that I tried out. It was the best year of my life. The specialized band got a record deal the year I made it. Don't know whatever happened to that record though. =}&lt;br /&gt;2- I used to own &amp;amp; run my own dance aerobics business. Now I'm just an out of shape has been! he he he&lt;br /&gt;3- I got a full scholorship in music but turned it down to get married to a squid. The marriage lasted less than 2 years. =(  The only good thing about that marriage was it brought me to hubby almost 16 years ago. =D&lt;br /&gt;4- I used to write poetry like there was no tomorrow. I have several pieces that were published at poetry.com, some even made it into their book of poetry.&lt;br /&gt;5- I went to school to become a paralegal, early childhood education teacher, and book keeper. I graduated all programs in the 95th percentile but haven't worked a day in any field.&lt;br /&gt;6-I love politics! I watch the news from sun up to sun down when possible. When I'm on here I have the news playing. If I'm watching a regular show then I'll either tape the news or stay up late to watch the replay of the show. It's insane I know ... but I love to know what's going on in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - these are the peeps I tag - I want some dirt on...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://ericanbiloxi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erica &lt;/a&gt;... she's wickedly crazy cool.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://juliasnewjournal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Julie &lt;/a&gt;... a wonderful lady that you just have to love.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://yellowbrickroadtwo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Robin &lt;/a&gt;... at Yellow Brick Road. She's a military wife so I automatically felt a connection.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://tighteningthecorsetagain.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heather &lt;/a&gt;... one tough lady with determination like I've never seen the likes of before.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://shadowsofthemoon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Teresa &lt;/a&gt;... at Shadow of the Moon&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://greenolivesandpicklejuice.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelly Dawn&lt;/a&gt; at Green Olives &amp;amp; Pickle Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many other wonderful ladies that I could have asked for dirt on but I'm sure you'll be nominated very soon. I love all of ya &amp;amp; appreciate your support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-496578530423298969?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/496578530423298969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=496578530423298969' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/496578530423298969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/496578530423298969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/10/snag-game.html' title='Snag &amp; a game!'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-3911917017339408130</id><published>2008-10-27T06:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T06:32:42.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster Mash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Snag Only Please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=monstermash.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/monstermash.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG, I'm so tired and so grumpy this morning. It was a loooong night last night. My neighbors have 5 ... yes 5 really big dogs that love to bark very loud. A lot of the time they stop around 9:30 at night and all is well. Well, last night was not one of those times. I woke up at 10 tot he parking, a little after 1am to barking then at 5 this morning. I laid in bed until about 5:30 hoping they would shut up ... they never did so I just got up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's my question ... hubby wants to call the cops on them but I say we should be neighborly and ask them once again to do something with their dogs. Hubby has gone to them on 2 seperate occations asking them to please put their dogs up at night because they are keeping us awake at night. The guy says he'll see what he can do but nothing ever gets done about it. I think it's because he doesn't hear the problem like we do. Their bedroom is on the other side of where the dogs bark &amp;amp; the dogs bark right into our window. Closing the windows don't help.  The only one who doesn't hear the dogs barking like crazy is DS who's bedroom is on the other side of the house. Would you call the cops or would you once again do the neighborly thing &amp;amp; ask them to do something about their dogs? My thinking is we will be living next to these people forever cause we aren't moving ... they aren't moving so why cause waves? But on the other side of it ... I WANT SLEEP!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-3911917017339408130?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/3911917017339408130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=3911917017339408130' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/3911917017339408130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/3911917017339408130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/10/monster-mash.html' title='Monster Mash'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-5912759045140787476</id><published>2008-10-25T16:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T16:40:53.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting the twins</title><content type='html'>OMG ... I was so excited when I called my brother to make for sure they would be home for us to swing by &amp; see the twins and he said they would be there. Its amazing how much babies can grow in just a week. Last week they were crawling &amp; this week they are pulling themselves up &amp; trying to taek steps. It's awesome! Here's the newest pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=125459438" quality="high" wmode="transparent" width="426" height="320" flashvars="appWidth=325&amp;appHeight=244" name="slideshowpreview" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://apps.rockyou.com/dot.gif"&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com?type=slideshow&amp;refid=125459438"&gt;&lt;img title="RockYou slideshow" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/logo-mini.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow-create.php?source=cyo&amp;refid=125459438"&gt;Create Your Own&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-5912759045140787476?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/5912759045140787476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=5912759045140787476' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/5912759045140787476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/5912759045140787476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/10/visiting-twins.html' title='Visiting the twins'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-7778540315029765427</id><published>2008-10-24T07:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T07:16:51.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave a Trail</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Snag Only Please!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=LEAVEATRAIL.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/LEAVEATRAIL.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It had been one stormy morning. It actually started last night and continued through the night into this morning. I'm hoping it keeps raining. For one I won't have to water any of the flowers cause they are getting a good soak but second ... hubby works on an air field. If it's raining they don't have to really work. Since he didn't get much sleep last night &amp;amp; will be working an extra 4 hours today ... he could use an easy day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm contemplating making this an easy day with school too. Son is WAY ahead of where he should be but daughter is right on track, so I don't know. Maybe I'll just have son read/watch the news for awhile &amp;amp; do a report onw hat he sees. He needs to work on his writing anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Looks like we will be going to street crafts fair tomorrow. The town over is have one tomorrow from 9-4. I haven't been to one in a really long time and this just sounds like fune. Not to mention I will be even closer to the twins. Hoping to be able to drop in and see them for awhile. If I do of course I will take a butt load of pics ... their just so darned adorable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's all for now ... I'll be back later today. Have a great weekend if I don't see ya before then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-7778540315029765427?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/7778540315029765427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=7778540315029765427' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/7778540315029765427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/7778540315029765427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/10/leave-trail.html' title='Leave a Trail'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-5512286211964907729</id><published>2008-10-23T11:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:55:31.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just a little DRAMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;SNAG ONLY PLEASE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DRAMA.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="292" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/DRAMA.gif" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's Thursday &amp;amp; this means my daughter &amp;amp; I get up early so she can get her daily school work done before she heads off to riding lessons. Remember last week the instructor didn't show up ... she was in Seatle, claimed we knew but we didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well we get to the drop off point &amp;amp; her instructor showed up about a minute after. She came around to talk to me. She wanted to let me know that she wouldn't be availible for lessons for the next two weeks. Have no problem with this. Just thankful I know what's going on this time. Well, she didn't stop there. She says your daughter owes me for a couple of lessons. Ummm, no she doesn't! I let her know that she wouldv'e owed starting last week but since there wasn't a lesson she didn't owe. I let her know that she's paying for 2 lessons this morning &amp;amp; since she cancelled the appointment for the next two weeks she will be ahead. I told her I keep a very close watch on when she owes her money cause I would hate to owe anyone anything. Ya know what she says to me? Oh well if you write it down you're probably right cause I'm really bad when it comes to such things. OMG ... I was sitting there in disbelief. Your gonna tell me my daughter owes you money but you don't even really know. WTH? Who does her tax records? I keep track of everything, thankfully I do cause there have been several things that have come back on us but I had proof that they were in the wrong ... not us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that was my morning drama. Nothing major but enough to get me questioning DD's instructor more then I have been recently. Uggg, I really can't stand people who are absent minded then blame it on someone else. I'm absent minded (it's why I write so much down) but I don't blame anything on anyone else without proof! Then I still don't really blame people ... just shrug it off as absent mindedness just like me. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-5512286211964907729?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/5512286211964907729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=5512286211964907729' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/5512286211964907729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/5512286211964907729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-little-drama.html' title='just a little DRAMA'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-5806925480347348748</id><published>2008-10-22T15:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:54:30.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally made it to the Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=125268174&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="319" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=125268174"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=125268174&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-5806925480347348748?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/5806925480347348748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=5806925480347348748' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/5806925480347348748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/5806925480347348748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-made-it-to-farm.html' title='Finally made it to the Farm'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-6727850334995191900</id><published>2008-10-22T08:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:15:28.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 new snags =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kittyhalloween.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/kittyhalloween.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bittersweetoctober.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="443" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/bittersweetoctober.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This next one does contain SAC ... slight adult content so if you do not wish to view this type of material please exit this entry now. This entry was in no way meant to offend any of you only to express my creative talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=temptation.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="305" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/temptation.jpg" width="391" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-6727850334995191900?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/6727850334995191900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=6727850334995191900' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/6727850334995191900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/6727850334995191900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-new-snags-d.html' title='3 new snags =D'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-4001791249167980486</id><published>2008-10-21T11:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:27:38.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snag Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=practicesafehex.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/practicesafehex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=minihalloween.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="369" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/minihalloween.jpg" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=spooktakular.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/spooktakular.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bootiful.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="380" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/bootiful.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=goblinsnwitches.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="403" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/goblinsnwitches.jpg" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are all up for snag. I've been catching up on all my LilA challenges.  I figure I need to get in as many Halloween taggies as I can now since Halloween is next week. WOW ... this month has just flown by hasn't it? Please tell me it's not just me. I hear the older you get the faster everything goes. I thought time only flew by when your having fun! I'm not having fun being older. =}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, enjoy the snags. I'm off to baby my baby boy. He says he's feeling better but I think it's the medicine talking. He really wants to feel better so he can go hunt for a pumpkin but I don't know if I should let him or not. We still have the rest of this week &amp;amp; next week to go.&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/2274277197817991964-4001791249167980486?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/4001791249167980486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=4001791249167980486' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/4001791249167980486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/4001791249167980486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/10/snag-away.html' title='Snag Away'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-6383578467052583687</id><published>2008-10-21T08:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:00:13.400-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumpkin farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Sick again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Snag Only Please&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=littlewitch.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="355" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/littlewitch.jpg" width="348" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;DS is sick again. I don't know what's up with him. This is the first time he has been sick in 6 years. I've always been lucky because no one in our house ever really gets sick except for my DH. We originally thought maybe he had a 24 hour bug cause he ended up getting sick after camping out this past Friday. Well, Sunday he told us he was feeling better but because he was running a fever on Saturday we didn't let him go out and play with anyone else. Anyway, he did feel like shopping &amp;amp; who am I to deprive him of what I love to do ... SHOP!!! =D Ok, so while we're at lunch he was scratching his wrist ... I saw a bite &amp;amp; asked him what happened. He said he thought an ant had bit him when he was sleeping out ... DH looked at the bite &amp;amp; said it was to big to be an ant bite. We now believe that whatever bit him is what's causing his to feel sick. He said he pinched a lot of liquid out of it. I checked it this morning &amp;amp; it's healing nicely ... but, we don't know what bit him &amp;amp; now he's sick again. Actually I'm not at all sure he was better yesterday but he wasn't running a fever so I couldn't very well make him stay inside when he didn't have a fever two days in a row. Today though ... he's got a fever 102.6!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Both kids are a little upset by DS being sick cause today we were going to the pumpkin farm for a field trip ... now we have to move the time back. It's no big deal cause the place is open until the 1st of November. So DS is in bed sleeping ... DD is taking a break from school work to read, DH is working &amp;amp; I'm sitting here not feeling so groovy myself. Maybe after DD is done with all her school work I will go back to bed too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-6383578467052583687?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/6383578467052583687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=6383578467052583687' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/6383578467052583687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/6383578467052583687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/10/sick-again.html' title='Sick again!'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-4617043859103203633</id><published>2008-10-20T07:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T07:55:11.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=majesticfall.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="363" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/majesticfall.jpg" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Snag Only Please&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OMG, this weekend thankfully went by really quick. DS is now feeling much better but wishes he was still sick so he wouldn't have to do school work this morning. Isn't that the way it always goes. DD told me she was sick this morning but realized there was something she wanted to do this afternoon and wouldn't if she was sick so she quickly said it must have been because she was sleepy. I checked her temp just to make for sure ... no temp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brrrr, it's chilly this morning. I'm wearing a jacket &amp;amp; toe socks to keep warm. I've got my coffee cup next to me so I can feel the warmth radiate from it. Now isn't that sad? I'm to stubborn to turn the heat on. I say as long as we can bundle up for a couple hours then we're good. Today's high will be in the mid 70's so it's not like it won't warm up. The kids are sitting at the table wrapped in their blankets ... he he he. They look so cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok, that's all for right now ... school work is calling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-4617043859103203633?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/4617043859103203633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=4617043859103203633' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/4617043859103203633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/4617043859103203633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/10/quick-entry.html' title='Quick Entry'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-2867200603975615344</id><published>2008-10-18T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:44:49.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Snags</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=trickortreat.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/trickortreat.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ghostbeware.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/ghostbeware.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=vamptramp.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/vamptramp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-2867200603975615344?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/2867200603975615344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=2867200603975615344' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/2867200603975615344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/2867200603975615344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-snags.html' title='Halloween Snags'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-3347755428131298325</id><published>2008-10-18T15:38:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:05:38.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258663539862356322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="201" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SPqGoL7LQWI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Igd0M1eOPfs/s320/OCT08+006.JPG" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;-- My step neice with her baby brothers. She's such a good sister. She watched over them like a mama bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SPqFOfaBfEI/AAAAAAAAAZc/-RG7FE_QNuo/s1600-h/OCT08+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258661998903786562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="202" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SPqFOfaBfEI/AAAAAAAAAZc/-RG7FE_QNuo/s320/OCT08+001.JPG" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;-- Caiden ... he looks so much like my brother. He's such a gentle soul ... I don't think he knows a stranger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SPqFPXCv9rI/AAAAAAAAAZs/9Bi5FofA7jM/s1600-h/OCT08+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258662013838554802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="183" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SPqFPXCv9rI/AAAAAAAAAZs/9Bi5FofA7jM/s320/OCT08+009.JPG" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-- Caiden &amp;amp; Camren. I just love my nephews to pieces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SPqFQPbMacI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vYigUpSgdJ8/s1600-h/OCT08+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258662028973468098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="172" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SPqFQPbMacI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vYigUpSgdJ8/s320/OCT08+032.JPG" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- My SIL with Camren &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning bright &amp;amp; early my phone rang ... I answered it ... it was my brother who rarely ever calls me. He asked how we were doing &amp;amp; if we had plans for the day ... we didn't so we made plans for him to come over. I haven't seen/heard from him since Father's Day ... which means I haven't seen my nephews either. For those of you who are new to my blog ... my brother's wife gave birth to twins in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was so great to see them ... they've gotten so big since Father's Day. Of course knowing they were coming over I had to go shopping. I bought them each an outfit &amp;amp; of course I got a few small toys. nothing major, just something so they would know that auntie Em was thinking of them. The visit was great but much to short.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got the feeling that my brother had stayed away cause there were some family issues a month or so back. Of course I knew what they were but I wasn't about to bring it up &amp;amp; have things rehashed. Thankfully he didn't bring them up either. It's just better left in the past &amp;amp; him not hearing all the hurtful things that I heard said. No matter which side is right I love both of my brothers &amp;amp; my dad &amp;amp; just like I wouldn't bad mouth my brother to my dad &amp;amp; baby brother ... I won't do it with my other brother. I think it's best like that. I've made the mistake in the past of repeating their words &amp;amp; in the end I was made out to be the bad guy ... never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, remember me saying in the last entry that DS was being lazy cause he stayed up all night. Well, all day long yesterday he kept telling me he didn't feel well. I chalked it up to him being tired ... I was wrong. He kept us all up all night long with his throwing up and crappin all over the place. Poor guy ... he was so sick. He still isn't feeling perfect but I've been keeping him on DayQuill to help him feel human. He was a little upset that he wouldn't be able to see the twins ... he's great with kids. DD could care less &amp;amp; chose not to show herself but for maybe a minute. I had purchased her a new book earlier this morning so her &amp;amp; a new book ... forget about it, there's no pulling her away from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's about all from me today. DS is in bed, DD has her nose in the book, DH is watching his football game ... and me ... I think I'm gonna go take a nap. =D Have a great weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-3347755428131298325?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/3347755428131298325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=3347755428131298325' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/3347755428131298325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/3347755428131298325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/10/unexpected-call.html' title='Unexpected Call'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SPqGoL7LQWI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Igd0M1eOPfs/s72-c/OCT08+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-8385415039355715241</id><published>2008-10-17T11:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T11:47:49.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep over Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=spookyboo.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/spookyboo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-- Snag only please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so darned exhausted. DS wanted to have a sleep over but since I'm not fond of the kids parents &amp;amp; never know what hair brained scheme they will come up with I only agreed to the sleep over if it was a sleep over in the tent. I know ... it was cold ... well I should say on the cool side. I was hoping that they just wouldn't spend the night at all, but they did. I don't know when they went to sleep, I just know that I was to tired to hear anything that went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:53 this morning my son comes into my room ... can I have breakfast now? Well, we have a rule in the house that you can't have food before 7am and nothing after 8pm. It's not because we don't let the kids eat it's that my son has this habit of wanting to eat every 2 hours. Doesn't matter what he's doing ... 2 hours roll around &amp;amp; he's starving, throwing a fit because I'm letting him starve. I let him know that it wasn't 7 yet but his little whining bit and me being awaken from my sleep told him to just eat. I hear them diving in to the pop tarts then in to the living room to play the xbox. I wanted to scream because the TV was just so loud. I got up &amp;amp; closed my door ... it was barely after 7 and I'm so darned tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up about 8 ... DD is still sleeping. I walk into the kitchen to get me a cup of coffee ... DH didn't make coffee this morning, he was running short on time. Well what do I see on the counter ... half a gallon of milk that's getting warm. The boys took it out but didn't bother to put it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uggg, my son can be the most absent minded kid on the planet sometimes. Is it just the norm for a 12 year old? So I pick up the milk then notice the kitchen table is littered with trash from breakfast. I asked my son about it ... he said I'll clean it up. There was 2 wrappers out ... he had 2 boys over so it was obvious that the wrappers were from the neighbors, not my son. After he cleans the table he goes to his room then comes out with 3 used pudding cups. Evidently they had pudding cups as a snack &amp;amp; I was totally unaware of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm in a bad mood cause I can't keep asking DS to keep cleaning up the mess of the neighbor boys ... I just asked him to get his chores done &amp;amp; then he could go outside and play. He goes to his room for what I believe is to clean his room ... within minutes he emerges to tell me he's sick. SICK ... grrrr ... sick my frickin' behind. It's called staying up to late, getting up to early, eating way to much food &amp;amp; now wants to laze around the house doing nothing. I don't know whether to make him do his chores or not. I know he won't be having sleep overs with the neighbor boys for awhile. It's totally ridiculous that they can't clean up after themselves. My son's room is trashed, the back yard is trashed, the video area is all messy. They didn't put one single game away ... not one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This may sound a little harsh but, Ya know ... I don't think I like other people's kids to much. I was always taught then when you go to some one's house you leave it the same way you found it. You're on your best behavior! A lot sure has changed since I was a kid! I tell my kids the same thing ... my kids are always praised by other parents but I can't return the favor to them cause their children are little animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you tell your children to be polite while visiting someone elses house? Do you make your children clean up after their friends? &lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=costumedcutie.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/costumedcutie.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-- Snag Only ... thanks for listing to my rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-8385415039355715241?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/8385415039355715241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=8385415039355715241' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/8385415039355715241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/8385415039355715241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/10/sleep-over-rant.html' title='Sleep over Rant'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-6704464861799023225</id><published>2008-10-16T09:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:53:30.149-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riding lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='migrating AOL journals'/><title type='text'>What a morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=pickothepatch.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/pickothepatch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-- Snag Only Please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this tag as part of the PSP group. The girl is what I was given ... I sort of like it ... sort of not! I'm in a nit picky mood when it comes to the tags I have been making. I really haven't liked many of them lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the advice on refreshing the page when the error came up. I refreshed it 4 times but my old tag journal finally migrated with all entries, photos, and comments. It's the main one that I just didn't want to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special happening today. Took DD to meet her riding instructor ... we sat waiting for 15 minutes after the pick up time. I finally told DD to call her instructor to see if she was ok. The phone rang a bunch of times then a very sleepy woman answered the phone. DD asked her is she was ok since she was 15 minutes late. Wanna know what she said? I'm in Seattle! She told DD that she told her that last week but I know for a fact that when I picked her up she told DD "see ya next week." I'm was mad that I didn't get to sleep in cause after staying up late watching the debate then all the analysis of it I was dead. The only good thing is thankfully I didn't take her all the way to the farm like I used too. I'm upset with the instructor cause who in there right mind tells a child &amp;amp; not a parent that they won't be available? Yes my DD is one smart cookie but I tell ya, she is in la la land when she is around horses. I'm the one who drives her to the lessons so tell me ... the parent what's going on! Am I over reacting to her not giving me the info needed or do I have every right to be perturbed at her being so inconsiderate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-6704464861799023225?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/6704464861799023225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=6704464861799023225' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/6704464861799023225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/6704464861799023225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-morning.html' title='What a morning'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-5720350103633863760</id><published>2008-10-15T07:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T08:00:20.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week with Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=happiness.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/happiness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or does the week just fly by super fast when there is a day off due to a holiday? I got up this morning feeling like it was Tuesday &amp;amp; was quickly informed by DS that it's Wednesday but he wished it were Tuesday ... DD wished it were Thursday. I had to inquire as to why they both wished it was a different day then it really was. DS wished it was a day earlier cause that means he doesn't have to do school work for an extra day &amp;amp; DD withed it were tomorrow cause that means she'd be going off to her riding lessons for half the morning. I see where their priorities lay. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lovegrowsends.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/lovegrowsends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DH was out of the house 4:30 this morning ... I heard his every step to the bathroom, his shower, him putting on his clothes, making breakfast, coffee ... even closing the door. For someone who is trained to be quiet so he's undedectible ... he's so darned LOUD!!!! I would say it's because I wasn't tired but as soon as I heard to door lock behind him I was out for the count until a little after 7. I was just plain pooped out. Why are men so loud? Do they secretly want us awake so they will have someone to talk to? Do they just not know how loud they are being? Maybe I'll ask DH when he gets home this afternoon. He'll probably say I'm going deaf so I can't hear myself being loud. I guess he does have a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's all for me. I need to get up &amp;amp; moving. I cleaned house yesterday but never got everything accomplished that I wanted. I ended up sitting on her for most of the day making cute taggies to share here &amp;amp; in the PSP group. Last week I didn't turn much of anything in &amp;amp; I felt so guilty for it. There is only a 1 send per week minimum but I ALWAYS send in stuff daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot ... my diet journal finally migrated over to blogger. My two other journals wouldn't migrate. =( Told me there were errors int he transfer. Has anyone else had this problem? It sucks cause the ones I really wanted to transfer just won't work with me. Maybe I'll try my tag one again. The homeschool one isn'[t that big of a deal cause I just started it in August and there wasn't to much stuff on there ... but the tag one ... 3 years worth of work and lovely comments. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn AOL ... still breaking my heart! Oh ... both tags are snag only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-5720350103633863760?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/5720350103633863760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=5720350103633863760' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/5720350103633863760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/5720350103633863760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/10/week-with-wings.html' title='Week with Wings'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-8185981502301803699</id><published>2008-10-14T10:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:27:49.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Broom Rides</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SPS5IoJZ6XI/AAAAAAAAAOI/mMOPQQUynmY/s1600-h/halloween08+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257030222915168626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SPS5IoJZ6XI/AAAAAAAAAOI/mMOPQQUynmY/s320/halloween08+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SPS43PoiYhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/uxsjdWzCVtw/s1600-h/halloween08+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were so gung ho to get all our Halloween decorations up yet we still haven't finished. I promised pics when it's done ... but this is as far as we have gotten. We had planned (and hopfully still will) to make our porch &amp;amp; side walk into a crime scene. We'll be removing the chairs and putting body parts down ... we have fake blood to make it more dramatic &amp;amp; then on our side walk we plane on drawing out crime scene bodies. I'm finding that I really hate the spider web crap ... when it rains it's just one big mess. Of course it is fixable once it dries but who the heck wants to keep messing with this stuff? I'll let the kids do it ... they like touching creepy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really new here today. We have a whole week without school &amp;amp; DH is on 1st shift so his day is over with my 1pm. Maybe we'll get out of the house then. I need to clean the house ... we didn't do much of anything over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following tag was something that I made last week for LilA's group. Wasn't really feeling the creative juices ... I don't know what's wrong with me lately. At any rate ... here is my newest creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SPS43PoiYhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/uxsjdWzCVtw/s1600-h/halloween08+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=freebroomrides.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/freebroomrides.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is a SNAG ONLY!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-8185981502301803699?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/8185981502301803699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=8185981502301803699' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/8185981502301803699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/8185981502301803699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/10/free-broom-rides.html' title='Free Broom Rides'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SPS5IoJZ6XI/AAAAAAAAAOI/mMOPQQUynmY/s72-c/halloween08+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-444800669153391438</id><published>2008-10-13T08:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:13:50.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Faced Embarrassment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SPNS9pAK9mI/AAAAAAAAADw/HX-DlEkZFTo/s1600-h/OCT08+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256636409003570786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SPNS9pAK9mI/AAAAAAAAADw/HX-DlEkZFTo/s320/OCT08+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-- DD ... we had a lovely weekend. Friday DH took a sick day so we went shopping. Always love to shop!! We ended our shopping at the book store where DD picked up Twilight. I have been telling her all the good things I have been hearing about it so she decided "what the heck." and picked it out. She had the whole thing read by breakfast Saturday morning. She had stayed up until 4am reading it. She said she just couldn't put it down. Of course she begged us all weekend long to take her back to the book store so she could get another book in the series. Of course we said no cause we have other books here that she could read that she hasn't yet. She loved the book so much that she decided she would just read it again. She's now read it 2 full times and as of last night had started all over again. Must be a good book for her to read it 3 times in a row. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SPNS9stpMMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5Jp31yODTIA/s1600-h/OCT08+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256636409999601858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SPNS9stpMMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5Jp31yODTIA/s320/OCT08+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-- DS I think had a pretty good weekend. He spent most of it outside with the neighbor boy ... skate boarding. I don't know what he sees in that board but whatever it is I'm so thankful for. There was a time when even suggesting that he go outside to play would have been worse than death to him. He just hated going outside ... now it's all we can do to get him to come in when it gets dark outside. Of course he only wants to be outside to skate ... nothing else. Small steps I suppose! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SPNS-PROnYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NTBYrc1UZGE/s1600-h/OCT08+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256636419275660674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SPNS-PROnYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NTBYrc1UZGE/s320/OCT08+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-- DH &amp;amp; I ... we had company come over for a cook out. Dad was supposed to come along with baby brother but they had a wedding that they went to in Panama City on Saturday &amp;amp; were just to tired from the drive to come over. Our friends didn't make it though. She's the lady who brought her dogs over &amp;amp; one ended up biting by DD. We weren't sure we ever wanted her back over after she seemed so nonchalant over the bite ... she never once said she was sorry that her dog bit DD ... the dog was completely unprovoked ... DD still has scar tissue in her calf. Anyway, this time when we invited her we let her know that she couldn't bring her dogs. Thankfully she didn't. I had a "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BOY WAS MY FACE RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" moment. We were watching Family Guy and it went to commercial break ... the female friend got up to go smoke a cig (can't smoke in my house) and every time someone gets up ... my Chihuahua's go crazy. It doesn't matter that they already know you ... I think their blind or something! Anyway DH made some obscene comments like my little Biotch opens her mouth for anything ... the little black bass-turd is a Percival sweet water .... just crude stuff. Well my blue chihuahua was sitting in my lap barking her little head off when DH points at her &amp;amp; says if you don't knock it off I'm gonna cock block you ... she snaps at him &amp;amp; I said hey, leave my snappin coochie alone. OMG ... the whole house bust into laughter before I even realized what I had said. All night long people were teasing me over the comment ... even this morning on our morning walk DH was teasing me. Geez ... was my face ever red! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was how my weekend went. Still have today to go ... don't know if we are doing anything or not. I want to check out sales in the area cause there's usually some good ones but who knows ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get some creativeness flowing in PSP. I didn't do much of anything in the group last week. Just enough to stay a part of it. Below is one of the creations I came up with. It's a SNAG ONLY creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=givethanks.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/givethanks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-444800669153391438?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/444800669153391438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=444800669153391438' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/444800669153391438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/444800669153391438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/10/red-faced-embarrassment.html' title='Red Faced Embarrassment'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SPNS9pAK9mI/AAAAAAAAADw/HX-DlEkZFTo/s72-c/OCT08+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-8065052130799524371</id><published>2008-10-11T20:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T10:41:22.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend check- in</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=witchy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="blank" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/witchy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having one heck of a weekend. I was able to get some sleep last night ... slept in about an hour more than usual but after only a couple hours of being up I felt sluggish again. I really think I have a cold coming my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had DH boil out my &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;EARS (I'm such a muldoon. I originally said eyes. I guess I'm so tired I can't even speak right. Thank you for all of those of you who were concerned about putting peroxide in my eyes. =D)&lt;/span&gt; last night with peroxide because they were hurting so bad I was almost in tears. My throat is killing me ... hurts to swallow anything and then I just feel so drained. I've been drink OJ all day long in hopes of fighting off anything that's trying to grab hold. I'm usually the healthy person of the family ... well my kids are to. DH is usually the one who comes home all sickly &amp;amp; stuff. I think the only time my kids were really bad sick is when they went to the public school. OMG, they were always coming home sicker than anything. Now that their home though ... they never get sick. I don't know why ... they play with all the kids in the neighborhood. Maybe it's because their not in close proximity to sick kids. I know some parents send their kids to school sick thus the germs get spread around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you guys seeing the gas prices fall where your at? My dad calls me this afternoon from Florida asking about gas prices. He wanted to know how low it was. I told him what it was yesterday ($3.15) and he said he was thinking of getting gas before coming home because it was only $2.98 where he was. Dang ... it's usually more expensive in Fl than here. So DH &amp;amp; I get out of the house to pick up some food for tomorrows little get together &amp;amp; we find our prices have dramatically dropped from yesterday ... $2.92 ... that's 23 cents in one day. OMG ... wouldn't it be nice if by the new year we were back to $2 or less? Yeah I know ... keep dreaming. But who knows! Anything is possible right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it turning cold where your at? Yesterday's high was 86 and today's was barely 75 ... the wind was blowing like crazy &amp;amp; tonight seems like I'll either have to add a comforter to the beds or close up all the windows. It's just down right chilly. When DH &amp;amp; I went on our nightly walk I had to grab a light jacket. I get cold very easily but still ... I'm not used to needing a jacket until around Thanksgiving. Looks like we might be in for a really cold winter this year. It's years like this that I'm very susceptible about global warming. If the world is warming up then why are we having record lows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok ... I've asked to many questions for the day. hope you all are having a very blessed weekend. I'm out for the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-8065052130799524371?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/8065052130799524371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=8065052130799524371' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/8065052130799524371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/8065052130799524371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-check-in.html' title='weekend check- in'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-6791626057993460340</id><published>2008-10-10T07:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T07:59:18.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Tight ... don't let the bed bugs bite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bubbly.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="blank" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/bubbly.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-- Snag Only!&lt;br /&gt;So I decided I would go to bed early last night cause I was just so darned exhausted. I laid down &amp;amp; my eyes popped wide open. Why do we do that? I know I was tired cause while watching TV I was dozing off ... before DH left for work I was dozing so we went for a walk to wake me up. It worked until I sat down. We made coffee to help keep me awake until bedtime ... I was still dozing. So what gives? I lay in bed deciding that I could watch TV so I could doze off ... it worked until the phone rang. DH was calling at 10:30 at night ... ugggg ... he was calling to let me know he was taking today off. He talked to me for about 10 minutes then says ... "Oh, I guess I should let you go back to sleep huh?" Ya think!!! So I lay there ... until 11:30, mind going a million miles an hour, the TV wasn't making me drowsy. Next thing I know I'm waking up a few minutes after 3 this morning with DH clibming into bed saying he's dead tired. I thought about talking his ear off, but I was to tired to bother. I ended getting up at 6:30 ... not because I had to but because my son was up and had let the dogs out of their room. They were trying to tear my bed apart to get in it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't have big poochies, I have little 5 pound yappers ... ankle biters ... annoying spoiled rotten brats. So what if I made them that way ... they can only be that way when I want them that way, right? he he he So I got up to give them lots of love and of course their morning biscuit that they have grown accustomed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=harvest.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="blank" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/harvest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;-- Snag Only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, DD is sleeping, DH is sleeping, DS is playing his video game that he purchased yesterday. Oh, I forgot to share the news ... I think. At the beginning of the school year our cover school came out with an essay contest. My kids just didn't want anything to do with it but I figured since they both needed to work on their writing skills this would be the perfect opportunity for them. They begrudgingly wrote their essays &amp;amp; parents were asked not to help ... so the most I told them is to re-read it &amp;amp; make for sure it sounds well thought out. I sent them in ... I get an e-mail at the end of last week letting me know my DS had won the essay contest. Who would have known? He won a $10 gift certificate from Walmart ... he was so happy he couldn't stop smiling when I gave him the news. Well, like most kids ... when the card arrived it burned a hole in his pocket. He just couldn't wait until this weekend to spend it. He ended up using his card &amp;amp; chore money to buy a DS game. As of this morning he has almost beaten the game. What's the point of buying something that you can beat in less than 24 hours? I have no clue. I asked him that question this morning &amp;amp; ya know what his reply was? Why do you buy books that you have read in less than 24 hours? What could I say? I just spend all day Wednesday  reading a book from cover to cover. It was so good I just couldn't put it down. So I guess it's safe to say ... he got that trait from me! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tt.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="blank" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/tt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;-- Snag only&lt;br /&gt;So what's on the agenda for the day? I don't really know. DH told me he didn't want the kids doing school today because he wanted to go whenever he wanted to &amp;amp; didn't want to worry about the kids being done with their school work. I guess that's a good thing about home schooling. Pick up &amp;amp; go  when &amp;amp; if you want to. It's 15 minutes before school is to start &amp;amp; the kids have no idea what's going on. I figure I will probably make them do a little something ... it's not like DH is up anyway. He's still sound asleep. Thankfully 3rd shift is done for the next 2 months. He goes on 1st shift come Tuesday ... he gets a paid holiday Monday ... the kids are on Fall break ... so I have an easy next few days. FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, for any of you who have kept up with my weight loss process &amp;amp; thought i had fallen off the ban wagon ... I didn't really fall off just changed the way I am going about it. Ya see ... for those of you who weren't following. I Literally was gaining weight faster than I could keep it off. I went to the doctor to have my thyroid check ... anything that could cause weight gain &amp;amp; nothing was wrong with me. I found this book called Bread the Fat-Loss Code ... I did 6 of the 8 weeks on the program &amp;amp; although I did lose some weight I was disgusted in the fact that 1 week off program had caused a 5 pound gain. I was exercising my tail off ... 60-90 minutes 5-6 days a week of cardio ... keeping my food anywhere from 1200-1400 calories every single day, yet I was still gaining weight. Friends would tell me it's probably the weights making you temporarily gain weight. That was a nice thought except after 3 months of weight training I should still be gaining because of weight training. So I said screw it ... threw up my hands &amp;amp; said I'm done with diet &amp;amp; exercise, it just doesn't work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 9 weeks I have taken the approach of I'll eat when I'm hungry &amp;amp; stop when I feel like I could be getting full. I take a neighborhood walk with the honey 3-5 times a week. Wanna know how much I have gained in 9 weeks? 1.2 pounds! I have gained more than that over night when I was exercising like a nut bag. So I guess I have learned ... the way my body reacts to exercise doesn't help it so I'm gonna just stick with my slow walking &amp;amp; my eating plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing about my weight &amp;amp; exercise that I was doing. I just read an article yesterday ... I think it was in Woman's World or First for Women ... it said that women who exercise intensly usually end up gaining weight because their body not only requires more food for function but because the intensity stresses out the body. When people choose to take their workouts easy ... walking, yoga, ti-chi etc ... they end up being able to lose or maintain their weight. I'd say that's what I have been doing &amp;amp; it's working. Yes, I have gained a pound in 9 weeks but I'm not killing myself to get through workouts anymore ... my body isn't always sore ... I don't feel guilty when I eat something that used to be a no-no. Last night I baked chocolate chip cookies. I haven't had cookies in a few weeks. Not because it's off limits but because I haven't felt the need for them. Anyway, last night I had 7 with a glass of milk. I stopped when I felt satisfied. I saw them in the fridge this morning &amp;amp; didn't feel the need for even a crumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ... I'm happy that the big gaining is going away &amp;amp; that I have learned how to control the food I'm eating. To recognize when my body has enough food to go on &amp;amp; to exercise enough to keep my heart healthy. I'm not an athlete so I don't need to train like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm outa here ... gonna get a little schooling in. No need to waste a whole day when DH is still in bed anyway. Have a great weekend &amp;amp; enjoy Columbus day on Monday. Don't know if I will make any more entries until then. Depends on how boring things get around here. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-6791626057993460340?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/6791626057993460340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=6791626057993460340' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/6791626057993460340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/6791626057993460340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/10/sleep-tight-dont-let-bed-bugs-bite.html' title='Sleep Tight ... don&apos;t let the bed bugs bite.'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-4543624145873766658</id><published>2008-10-09T18:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:42:20.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little under the weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are SNAG ONLY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=autumnnametag.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/autumnnametag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=autumnnametag-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/autumnnametag-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry I haven't been to anyone's blog in the last couple of days. I've been feeling really under the weather. I can't seem to get enough sleep no matter how hard I try. I will go to bed early but only toos &amp;amp; turn. As soon as I'm almost asleep DH will come in from work so we will talk a bit. He of course gets to sleep in because he's worked all night while I have to get up &amp;amp; get the kids going on their school work. Thankfully tomorrow is the last day of the week &amp;amp; then next week in their Fall Break. One whole week to get as much sleep as I want &amp;amp; need. Hopefully I can get that much needed rest. That's all for me. I'm calling it a night. I'm hoping to catch up with everyone this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-4543624145873766658?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/4543624145873766658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=4543624145873766658' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/4543624145873766658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/4543624145873766658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-under-weather.html' title='A little under the weather'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-7120794493789142678</id><published>2008-10-07T19:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:33:52.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a drag sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=happyhalloween.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/happyhalloween.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;-- Snagaroonie only!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This day has just been full of crap. Well, no ... not all day. My good friend Evil called me this morning togive me some happy news so it wasn't all a complete waste. DH didn't get to bed until about 4 this morning ... tossed &amp;amp; turned all night long. Must have been some bad dreams cause he was thrashing about &amp;amp; cussing up a storm. He didn't want me to touch him so I'm assuming he was dreaming about me. I didn't say anything about it when he woke up only a few hours later but he let me know that he hated nights when he knew he had bad deams but couldn't remember what they were all about. I told him what he said &amp;amp; he said he didn't think it was about me. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, my DD wanted to play games with me when it came to school work. Some days they can be just perfect little angels ... sit at the table/computer &amp;amp; get all their work done but then other days I just want to pull all my hair out. Thankfull both weren't acting up ... only DD. She couldn't understand why she had to sit at the table and do her work when her brother was done with his work. So she left the table &amp;amp; went about her own thing. She left me with the impression she was done with all of her school work. Well, I have this thing that I go back over their work so if they didn't get something right I can help them see where they went wrong. This child didn't do her math at all ... not one single problem. This was a problem. I called her into the room and flat out asked her if she finished all her work. Her eyes got really big then she said "Yes mam." I said so if I check your books everything will be done. She again told me yes. Maybe she thought I would just put the books away or something but when I grabbed up her books she says well I think I did everything. She rushed to her math book ... flips open the page &amp;amp; says oops, I forgot to do this page. So I look at it ... I said that's more than one page that you didn't do ... you didn't do anything. She goes through her little speech of how she got side tracked after her snack &amp;amp; just forgot to come back &amp;amp; do the rest of her work. So she sat here at the table from 9:30 until 1:15 working on simply multipication. 2 pages yes but when I sat down with her it took her maybe 1 minute per problem. She thought if she just sat there doing nothing I would get frustrated with her &amp;amp; tell her to go away. he he he nope ... I was evil teacher today ... from now on too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When DD was finally through playing her games I headed off to pay bills and such. Had to cancel Showtime ... no more Big Brother so no need to have the spy channel. he he he Tonight I'll be watching the debate ... well maybe for a bit. I already know who I'm voting for &amp;amp; them tearing ach other down won't change my mind in the least. I'm not voting for who I want to run the country now but more for who I don't want to run the country. Sad huh? I would just not vote but by not voting I put all the power to all those who do. Oh well, I'm beginning to believe this whole election process is rigged anyway. I almost think that my vote doesn't count &amp;amp; there are people in high places calling all of the shots. Why else would Hillary step aside for a much less qualified man to take her place? She had the votes to stay in ... yet she stepped down. Sad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-7120794493789142678?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/7120794493789142678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=7120794493789142678' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/7120794493789142678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/7120794493789142678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/10/lifes-drag-sometimes.html' title='Life&apos;s a drag sometimes'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-7915649414549731642</id><published>2008-10-06T17:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:58:33.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SOqV6ANHf5I/AAAAAAAAADE/NJ7ky8RQN1Q/s1600-h/leaf+pile.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254176739001073554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SOqV6ANHf5I/AAAAAAAAADE/NJ7ky8RQN1Q/s320/leaf+pile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;-- Snag Only please! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where did the weekend go? I don't know! Like a flash it flew by my without letting me savor anything from my two days. Nothing really got accomplished, the decorations were never finished ... our plan of cleaning the house yesterday didn't happen. We sat around doing absolutely nothing. What's wrong with us? I don't know! Today wasn't much different than yesterday. I did get the kids on their school work but they weren't in in at all. I had them both in tears before our school day was over. Neither one wanted to use their brain to get anything accomplished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to go buy a new ceiling fan ... ours crapped the bed over the weekend. Our room just doesn't circulate the air without a fan. It's a big room ... but IMO, not big enough not to circulate air. Anyway, while I was teaching the kids DH went to Lowe's for a new fan. He came back with a beautiful fan ... opened it up &amp;amp; that's when it was obvious that is wasn't new. Not only were there rusted pieces ... their was grass &amp;amp; sticks inside the box. OMG ... DH was PO'ed. So he called the store &amp;amp; spoke with the manager. We were told to come in with the fan, we could pick out another one &amp;amp; get 10% off for our troubles. We found an even prettier one for the same price ... only this time ... 10% less. =D I was happy about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the directions say it should take about 45 minutes to get this thing up &amp;amp; running smoothly ... 3 hours later it was finally up &amp;amp; sort of running properly. DH was never able to get it fully balanced on the highest speed but the lower ones work just fine. Poor guy only had time for a quick dinner, quick shower then had to head off to work. They say time flies when your having fun ... we'll putting that fan together wasn't fun at all but the time just flew by. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-7915649414549731642?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/7915649414549731642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=7915649414549731642' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/7915649414549731642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/7915649414549731642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-another-day.html' title='Just another Day'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SOqV6ANHf5I/AAAAAAAAADE/NJ7ky8RQN1Q/s72-c/leaf+pile.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-7742242716574064149</id><published>2008-10-05T09:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T10:08:49.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A LOT Political</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bexams.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="blank" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/bexams.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Above Tag is a snag only!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok ... so here's the deal. Cause I know many of you don't want to talk politics and anyone who does is a &lt;em&gt;bad&lt;/em&gt; person ... I would ask that you respect my voice or just not read this entry. I'm not trying to change any one's vote cause I think with only 30 days left until the election everyone pretty much knows who their going to vote for. If you don't want to talk anymore because of my views well then it's your loss ... I'll take it as you weren't really my friend to begin with. What's great about America as it stands right now is we have the ability to speak our thoughts freely without repercussions. I won't tell you how to think just like I would expect the same courteous from any of you who may disagree with me. Thanks for listening ... now on to my entry if you chose to continue on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;OMG, Beverly Hills Chihuahua's was such a cute little movie ... a great family movie. I half expected DH to fall asleep about midway through it as he usually does with movies the kids want to watch but he didn't doze for even a minute. He didn't even take his usual potty or concession stand break. When it was over he said it was a very good movie that he wouldn't mind seeing again without all the interruptions. Ya see, going to the drive in is a great way to watch a movie cause you can break out your lawn chairs or lay blankets on the ground &amp;amp; watch the movie but it your not smokers like us ... if you park around someone who is then you have to smell stuff that isn't very friendly to your nose. The people next to us were chain smokers or something cause I kid you not these two ladies (we counted) on the last 1.5 hour movie lit up 18 times. That's about every 5 minutes or so. When one was gone they lit another one within a minute or so. I have never seen people smoke so much in my life. Getting over the smoking came the annoyance of people turning on their headlights int he middle of the movie. A lot of times people don't stay for the second movie cause it's later or for whatever reason. BTW, Swing Vote was very good. I had stated yesterday that I think I would love to be in that man's position ... after watching the movie ... I've changed my mind. I would never want to be the person who would chose between two people who would do and say anything to get my vote. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;After watching the movie I think both Dems &amp;amp; Repubs are saying what they think Americans want to hear. Personally I want to know more about B.O.'s ties to radical people ... more about his preacher who he admired for over 20 years ... his associations with a known terrorist who has yet to denounce his actions. For me ... I already know that neither one can deliver what they say they will on the tax/health plan. It simply won't be possible after this bailout. (not for the first term anyway) Did any of you hear that it turned out to be not 700 billion but 840 billion? Now that's insane! Mac Daddy &amp;amp; BO both signed the bill, so in my mind they are both scoundrels who sold the American people out! From what I have read &amp;amp; heard on the news only 1/4 of the American people were for this bailout. So much for listening to the people who voted you in. My voice wasn't heard at all. Who's gonna pay my bills if I can't pay them? Not the government cause their to busy bailing wall street out. Should I shoot myself to get my mortgage cleared? Why not! A lady who was facing foreclosure shot herself &amp;amp; her mortgage company forgave her loan! What kind of crap is that? Now we have Gov. Arnold saying California might need a bailout. HELLO!!! Why should the government bail his state out? Because he can't manage a bank book. If you can't do your job then your fired!!! IMO he needs to ask all his star buddies to be patriotic and give money to their state. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, I'm done with my little rant. Well, maybe not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Swing vote really made me think about what's going on in our government and the games both candidates are playing in the hopes of getting my vote. The way I see it no matter who I vote for, it doesn't really matter. The media has a love affair with one man &amp;amp; refuses to do news stories on things that I can google &amp;amp; find myself. This is very disturbing! Since when did it become acceptable to be friends with terrorist, radicals, and preachers who say GD America? I'm not even convinced that this man is even eligible to be our president. Many people say he is a natural born citizen and I say prove it. I can't find anywhere that proves BO is a natural born citizen. That "birth certificate" google it ... it looks nothing like a real certificate. NOTHING!!! Did you know that there is a man (democrat) taking this action through the court system? A lot of people didn't think he had enough information for it to stick but guess what? The judge saw something because he is now asking BO for the original documents ... not scanned copies that he has been passing around to media sources. If a judge is asking for this sort of information then there must be something to it ... right?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;The news is twisting the record that you can google of Mac. At this point I see Mac as weak and has no balls to come out fighting. He has nothing to lose at this point so go down fighting. Palin on the other hand has so much fight in her were it not for her lack of foreign knowledge (just like BO) I would say she was the most credible to be president. She has tons of executive experience ... just as much as Clinton did &amp;amp; IMO he did a pretty good job at being the president for those 8 years. Remember, he was never a senator but only a mere governor of Arkansas. As Dick Morris said ... he had to memorize everything when it came to debating because he didn't know anything about anything but he had the potential to learn things quickly &amp;amp; he could relate to the American people. He has recently come out &amp;amp; said the very same thing about Palin ... even the Clintons have come out &amp;amp; said she's a quick study &amp;amp; speaks to the people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Whoever gets elected ... I think our country is headed for a major fall. I think there is a civil war on the horizon and I fear for BO to get in there as he will seek to take my right to defend my home away from me, he's friends with Ayers, Farrakon, Resko, Wright, Flagger ... who knows who else with radical views. I already know the middle east are publicly stating that they want BO as president so one of their Muslim brothers will help them. (google it ... youtube it ... it's all out there for you to find). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;At the same time I fear for Mac getting in the white house because I just don't know that he can get the job done. I'm a conservative (why I love Palin) and from looking at Mac's record ... he's voted more times with the democrats then he ever has with his own party. This reason is why so many republicans weren't originally supporting him and why the media loved him until BO came along. If we are to go with the lessor of two evils as we have in the past then I'll be casting my vote for Mac cause he has fought for America ... he doesn't have radical associations, he doesn't have racist pastors who he can't disown unless it gets to hot for him then he drops them like a bad habit ... he didn't have Muslim brothers paying for his college education, he doesn't have a VP who gaffes more times in one day then I do in a year! It speaks volumes to me when a VP before he was picked to be VP said that BO has no real experience &amp;amp; we can't have on the job training, he has also stated that should Mac be nominated for president he would gladly be on his ticket. Mac can't be that bad if top democrats are supporting him. Even Bill Clinton himself said that Mac is a very stand up man ... he couldn't say the same about BO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok ... so now ends my political rant. Since you decided to read it in it's entirety please respect my views &amp;amp; don't bombard my e-mail with stories trying to change my mind. My mind is set ... I'm going with Mac ... end of story. You're welcome to leave your comment but please don't be nasty. I would hope that we could all come out of this election still being friends. After all ... presidents come &amp;amp; go but real friendships should be able to stand the tests of time. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-7742242716574064149?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/7742242716574064149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=7742242716574064149' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/7742242716574064149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/7742242716574064149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/10/lot-political.html' title='A LOT Political'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-4387523737104294992</id><published>2008-10-04T17:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T17:29:55.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tonight we're going to the drive in. We haven't been in a couple months so I'm excited to see a couple I have been wanting to see. As some of you know I love Chihuahua's so when I heard about Beverly Hills Chihuahua's I knew it was a can't miss movie. I actually got to do a survey on the movie before it even came out. Looks super cute! Swing Vote is the other one we will get to see. I think it's an interesting concept ... wish it would come down to just my vote for this years election. LMAO ... I'd piss off a few people! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SOfpwIARXjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/l7YklgFraOc/s1600-h/chihuahua.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253424503342587442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SOfpwIARXjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/l7YklgFraOc/s320/chihuahua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a small bit about both movies just in case you haven't heard about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Beverly Hills Chihuahua" href="http://www.imdb.com/rg/action-box-title/primary-photo/media/rm705336832/tt1014775" name="poster"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Beverly Hills Chihuahua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/beverlyhillschihuahua/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Official Website Link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; A pampered Beverly Hills Chihuahua named Chloe finds herself accidentally lost in the mean streets of Mexico without a day spa or Rodeo Drive boutique anywhere in sight. Now alone for the first time in her spoiled life, she must rely on some unexpected new friends -- including a street-hardened German Shepherd named Delgado and an amorous pup named Papi -- to lend her a paw and help her to find her inner strength on their incredible journey back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SOfpwa5Wi7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/XXKz62phtPs/s1600-h/swing+vote.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Swing Vote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SOfpwa5Wi7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/XXKz62phtPs/s1600-h/swing+vote.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253424508413840306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SOfpwa5Wi7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/XXKz62phtPs/s320/swing+vote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://swingvote.movies.go.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Official Website Link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Bud Johnson, an apathetic, beer-slinging, lovable loser, is coasting through a life that has passed him by. The one bright spot is his precocious, over-achieving twelve year-old daughter Molly. She takes care of both of them, until one mischievous moment on Election Day, when she accidentally sets off a chain of events which culminates in the election coming down to one vote... her dad's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't forget to add the Halloween pics from us decorating ... I think it's gonna be a work in progress for a week or so. We did put out a bunch of skeletons and spider web but it feels like something is missing. We're thinking of making our porch into a small haunted house. The kids will have to go in on one end ... go through the small haunt and then at the end get the candy. Should be interesting if we can pull it off. We have a fogger to make things even more interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ... outta here so I can eat dinner before we head of to the drive in. Have a great night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-4387523737104294992?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/4387523737104294992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=4387523737104294992' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/4387523737104294992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/4387523737104294992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/10/going-to-movies.html' title='Going to the Movies'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/SOfpwIARXjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/l7YklgFraOc/s72-c/chihuahua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-1499637456023151629</id><published>2008-10-04T09:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T09:56:09.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Always on my Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is a SNAG ONLY offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=alwaysonmymind.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/2008/October/alwaysonmymind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well, yesterday my kids didn't want to go outside cause afterall ... whats the point? They wouldn't be able to play with their friends since their mother put them on restriction. I told them there is more to life then just playing with the neighbor kids. I made them go outsdie to enjoy the fresh air ... ride their bikes ... skateboards ... play with other friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As I was sitting her at the computer I had this horrible though that what if my kids were trying to communicat with the neighbor kids ... what would that woman do? So I decided to go sit out on the porch for a while to monitor the play. Well, the mother wasn't even at home but that dad was. I've never had a real problem with him except for the fact that he lets his kids just do whatever they want. But ya know ... really kids learn more when parents aren't in their face watching theie every move. Anyway, my son is right in front of their drive on his skate board talking to theneighbor boy. I'm thinking oh great the poor kid is gonna get grounded for even longer for talking to my son. Then I see the little girl come riding by on her bike asking my son if my daughter knows they can talk to each other. I'm thinking WHAT? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So this is what I found out. After I told the mother that as parents we need to stand back &amp;amp; let the kids work it out I suppose her &amp;amp; her DH agreed I was right because she told her kids that they could play with mine. However, all of the kids needed to walk away from each other if disagreements came about and not go around each other until cooler heads prevailed. I'm fine with that ... it's the whole let the kids work it out themselves thing I was talking about. Gee, who would've thought letting kids work through their own problems. Isn't this how we learn to deal with people when we get older? You can't just not go to work cause you don't gt along with a co-worker ... you can't just not go to a college class cause the teacher said something that offended you. The way she was sheltering her kids from conflict was setting them up for failure in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh well, today we're gonna set up our yard for Halloween. We purchased some skeltons, webbing and such. This is the first year that we are staying home to pass out candy instead of taking the kids out. Their 11 &amp;amp; 12 and just to grown up to go asking adults for candy. My son said "what's the point of asking for candy when I can take my chore money &amp;amp; buy me a bag of stuff that I actually like?" He's gotta point! =D I'll have to take some pictures of the yard when we're done. We bought a fogger so it should turn out pretty cool ... lets hope anyway. DH has an idea of where he wants to set up the graveyard &amp;amp; I have another place in mind. Don't know who will win this debate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That's all for me ... gonna go shopping for more spooky items. Have a very blessed weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-1499637456023151629?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/1499637456023151629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=1499637456023151629' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/1499637456023151629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/1499637456023151629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/10/always-on-my-mind.html' title='Always on my Mind'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274277197817991964.post-2784788136222165797</id><published>2008-10-03T17:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T17:10:04.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oldies but Goodies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are tags that I made last year at this time. I know a lot of you probably already have them cause I was taggin like crazy last year. Anyway ... I wanted to share them with my new readers or anyone that didn't see them last year. Please enjoy these SNAG ONLY tags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/Autumns%20Loveliest%20Smile/?action=view&amp;amp;current=asmile.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="blank" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/Autumns%20Loveliest%20Smile/asmile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/color%20of%20fall/?action=view&amp;amp;current=colorof.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="blank" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/color%20of%20fall/colorof.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/Fall/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Fall.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Fall Animation" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/Fall/Fall.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274277197817991964-2784788136222165797?l=snaggertagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/feeds/2784788136222165797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274277197817991964&amp;postID=2784788136222165797' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/2784788136222165797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274277197817991964/posts/default/2784788136222165797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snaggertagger.blogspot.com/2008/10/oldies-but-goodies.html' title='Oldies but Goodies'/><author><name>Emmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07959327436933562305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CX-fDxErG68/Sv8XKWrskmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W2JgFK_0JPI/S220/Nov09+036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x51/TagsByEmmi/Autumns%20Loveliest%20Smile/th_asmile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
