<?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-8309904</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:06:05.460-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck On That</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>282</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-116407189975452216</id><published>2006-11-20T14:10:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T14:18:19.836-11:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Thanksgiving Already!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/286533085/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/118/286533085_00732b0f7c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/286533085/"&gt;Fall Colors&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It’s hard to believe that Thanksgiving is only 3 days away. My time here so far has just flown by. I guess it’s true that times flies when you’re having fun. This year for Thanksgiving we’ll be eating at the Berkeen’s. Drew and Adrienne are from New Orleans. Drew will be spending his Thanksgiving in the desert on deployment. I am making a sweet potato casserole. Marshmellows and all! I just hope it turns out OK! After we eat dinner there, we’re taking a dessert over to the Ertman’s. The Ertmans are from Utah and they have three little boys. Three very cute little boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has turned cold. It’s raining a lot and the wind blows almost constantly. But it hasn’t been too bad. I’m enjoying having to shop for winter clothes. Just last Wednesday, we had a pretty bad wind storm. It knocked out power for almost 5 hours at our house and a lot longer at other people’s homes. I had to work that day - the power went out at noon, I went to work at 12:30. We stocked shelves in the dark (managers and supervisors held flashlights for us) for three hours before they let us go home. Ridiculous. And maybe a little against the law - or so I was told. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor and I are going to get our first Christmas tree next week. I’m pretty excited. I’ve never had a real one!!!! There’s a tree farm on my way to work that we’re going to chop down our own!!! More like, Trevor will chop it down - you know I can’t chop no tree!!! Keep looking on Flickr for our pictures. I posted a few from this weekend. We invited some friends over and cooked some jambalaya for them. I think they all liked it. I only took a few pictures of the kids playing. I keep forgetting to take them!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-116407189975452216?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116407189975452216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=116407189975452216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/116407189975452216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/116407189975452216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-thanksgiving-already.html' title='It&apos;s Thanksgiving Already!'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-116046509117179259</id><published>2006-10-09T20:18:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T20:24:53.083-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. &amp; Mrs. Bates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/265812670/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/81/265812670_7b1d4a4944_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/265812670/"&gt;Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Bates&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In honor of Columbus Day, Trevor and I did a little exploring around the island! I had been wanting to go back to one of the beaches called Rosario Beach that we had gone to the last time I came up for a visit. Neither of us had been to the Deception Pass Park either, so we decided to go there and then go to Rosario. The Deception Pass Park was absolutely beautiful!!!! I’m so glad we went there first. We started at the North Beach first - hiking up a trail to what we thought might lead to the beach below the bridge. Half way up the trail we ran into two old ladies coming back down. They told us the trail led to the bridge, not under it - so we turned around and headed off the trail, into the woods. We got to the beach. It was soooo pretty!!!! We took a ton of pictures so check those out on Flickr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went through a couple of different trails and came out at a few beaches. We took our time and looked around and took as many pictures as we could. Then we headed over to Rosario Beach figuring we could hang out there and wait for the sun to set. It took near an hour for the sun to get far enough down for us to even look in its direction. The sun is so bright and gorgeous out here. Every sunset is something to pause for. We took a lot of pictures of the sun going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home, made some dinner and got back to watching Lost. Trevor borrowed the complete first season and we have been cracked out on it. I can’t wait to find out what’s on that island with them!!!! We’ve also been cracked out on cookies. We like to bake cookies at night and eat them right out of the oven with some cold delicious milk to wash them down. We’re really living the big life!&lt;br /&gt;Trevor’s at work now. They’ve moved him to the night shift. He goes in at 10:30 and comes home around 7:30 in the morning. This means I have to sleep alone! I hate sleeping alone in this house! I keep hearing noises! Of course I blame everything on the neighbors. And I’m making Sativa sleep with me. Everynight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s really starting to get COLD!!! Last night, Trevor forgot to turn the heat back on. (I usually turn it on every day and he comes behind me and turns it off) I froze my ass off. Even Sativa was cold. I woke up to find her snuggled up right next to me UNDER the covers. All of her was under there, even her head. She’s too cute.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-116046509117179259?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116046509117179259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=116046509117179259&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/116046509117179259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/116046509117179259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/10/mr-mrs-bates.html' title='Mr. &amp; Mrs. Bates'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-116011523022335516</id><published>2006-10-05T19:07:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T19:13:50.323-11:00</updated><title type='text'>playin around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/260034095/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/87/260034095_02f1cbc554_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/260034095/"&gt;DSCN0896&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am finally starting to get out there and make more friends. When I first moved up, I kinda stuck close to home. I don't know if I was just scared to get out or if I was just happy with the stuff I had just started to figure out. It's all been very exciting moving up here, getting a new job, seeing new faces. I've been enjoying Trevor's company so much that I thought I couldn't fit anyone else in. I've opened up a little more at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're finally starting to keep me in jewelry more often. Thank God! I am starting to hate those purses more and more....so much that I sigh a little every time I look at my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have this policy about the merchandise - which is a good one - if the product isn't on the floor, the customer can't buy it. Therefore, all merchandise MUST be on the floor!!!! It doens't matter that there isn't enough room on the floor to hold all the merchandise, we still must put every box of handbags out there. That's what I've been doing with my time since getting the job. Shoving and smushing purses onto tiny shelves. So much smushing that if you (the customer) were to even look at one, it, plus the 20 others it's next to, will fall off. It's so frustrating to spend an hour shoving those ugly purses on these tiny shelves just to come back 20 minutres later and see the whole display a huge mess. I've been hit in the face with some really big ugly ones too. Even more frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is turning quite chilly!!! Will I survive??? I think so - I bought my first coat last week. It's fleece lined and it's got a hood! AND it's waterproof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well - go check out the pictures on my Flickr page - I took some pictures of the house so y'all could see where we live. The pictures aren't great, but you get the idea.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-116011523022335516?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116011523022335516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=116011523022335516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/116011523022335516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/116011523022335516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/10/playin-around.html' title='playin around'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-115985706411252983</id><published>2006-10-02T19:24:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T19:31:04.290-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dock A</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/247187223/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/91/247187223_a157c0329f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/247187223/"&gt;Dock A&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the husband at the dock just before we boarded the Mystic Sea on a long boat trip to see some whales. The brochure showed these majestic whales popping up out of the water and swimming up next to the boat so we were pretty excited to take the ride. After about 3 hours of sailing the seas, the captain comes over and says they spotted some whales about 15 miles west of us. It'll take another 1 1/2 hours to get there - if they're still there by that time. We decide to push on - we really want to see the whales. After another 1 or so, he makes another announcement. We've spotted a bull at 2 o'clock!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are about 6 other whale watching boats out there and we're all in a circle. These three whales have killed something - probably a porpoise. The surface a lot, but don't show a lot of themselves. They finish up eating and they swim away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't all that exciting - they didn't make a big splash or anything and we barely saw the white part of them, but it was still cool. I had never been on a boat like that or even that far away from the shore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not much more exciting than that has been happenin. I'm still liking my job - they're still working me like a horse. I'm trying to get back into school and married life if still blissful.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-115985706411252983?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/115985706411252983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=115985706411252983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/115985706411252983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/115985706411252983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/10/dock.html' title='Dock A'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-115803844890439584</id><published>2006-09-11T18:15:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T18:20:48.990-11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/237144170/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/83/237144170_d3a7118fdb_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/237144170/"&gt;stairs&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Work is going well. They keep me so busy - time passes so quickly that I can't believe it's time to go already. I work work work from the time I get there until ten minutes after I'm supposed to leave. We had a "Fragrance Festival" this past week. Which means they moved a buttload of perfumes from one department into the main showcase of the whole store - the mall. A lot of "product" had to be scooped into buggies and placed neatly onto displays. Then just 5 days later, all dumped back into the buggies and moved back on the floor in the department. Actually, that was the fun part - besides the part where me and one other tiny girl moved a giant table full of perfume across the store - all my tiny little muscles were about to burst outta my arms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the handbags the most. It's constant straightening and shoving and rearranging ugly bags on little shelves. And they still have 50 boxes in the warehouse that have to go out on the shelves. I don't know where, but we're still pulling them out and shoving them in holes on shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They put me in the jewelry department for two days. I really enjoyed that. It was a lot less stressful and there wasn't as much running around and disorganization. I liked it so much I requested to stay there. So, they're workin keeping me there full time. They'll make a jeweler outta me yet! I was proud of myself that last day I worked there - I showed a customer (we're not allowed to actually do it since we're not certified jewelers) how to change the battery out of his watch and it was correct!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the job is that I only have to work 20-25 hours a week. I'm a "flexible hire" which means I can get anywhere between 0-40 hours a week - there's no guarantee of hours, but I was told that I'd at least be getting 20 hours and the closer we get to the holidays, the more I'll be getting. I was also told that the holidays are exciting - with all the customers getting all roudy and demanding - I don't know what they're talking about - it doesn't sound fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, things are going swell. I'm liking my job and I'm still in love with my husband. He even cooks for me and lets me sleep in late. How sweeeet!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-115803844890439584?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/115803844890439584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=115803844890439584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/115803844890439584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/115803844890439584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/09/job.html' title='The Job'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-115766755757279370</id><published>2006-09-07T11:13:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T11:19:17.793-11:00</updated><title type='text'>B is for BATES!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/237144169/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/47/237144169_dccec17aba_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/237144169/"&gt;B is for&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Trevor and I did a little sight seeing this weekend. We took a walk on one of the trails on base, then to one of the beaches near our house. It's definitely not a white sandy beach that you can lay out on, but it does have one thing - the ocean. I uploaded a few pictures to Flickr. I'm having trouble downsizing our photos to use on the internet. So, I can only upload a few every once in a while. Now that it's the beginning of September, I have an empty box on FLickr, so I uploaded a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a job! I put in applications at all kinds of places around town. Nothing major, mostly grocery stores and little places like that. I ended up taking a job at the other base across town. I am now a sales clerk in the handbags/frangrances/cosmetics department at the Navy Exchange. It's a small job but they keep me busy from the time I clock in to the time I go home. I like it though. I don't have a full schedule so I still have time to play wifey - which I'm enjoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some rednecks!!! We were invited to a birthday barbecue last week and upon arrival saw these two men out in the street yelling and pushing each other. We watched for a few minutes then went inside to say hello. I lso met a guy from Louisiana - in the Monroe area. Trevor, him and me had a good time reminising about Louisiana things. Backroads, pastures, cows, country music. We ended that night sitting around the dining room table singing country songs. I wasn't singing, but most of the guys were. It brought me back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off - I need to get dressed for work! Work work work!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-115766755757279370?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/115766755757279370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=115766755757279370&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/115766755757279370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/115766755757279370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/09/b-is-for-bates.html' title='B is for BATES!!'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-115673196547913216</id><published>2006-08-27T15:20:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T15:26:06.023-11:00</updated><title type='text'>WE'RE BIZZACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58004300@N00/221990053/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/85/221990053_55db8cb9bd_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58004300@N00/221990053/"&gt;Bridal Party&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/58004300@N00/"&gt;mamacats&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, we did it!!! The boy married me!!!! I couldn't have imagined a better time...actually I never was one to dream about my wedding growing up. I didn't really picture myself ever leaving my momma. But boys will do that to you. They make you fall in love with them and then they show you the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've finally gotten all moved into our new apartment. Sativa is liking it here, I think. She freaks out sometimes, but for the most part, I think she's enjoying the new environment. She just can't understand why we won't let her outside all the time and why she can't get canned food everyday.  I spoiled her a little during her first week here. I gave her can food every morning while I was making our coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've gotta say.....married life is wonderful. After being separated for the past year and a half, it's nice to have Trevor all to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to make some friends. I was hesitant to leave my girls back home....and I miss them a lot but we're still in touch. It's been interesting to meet the other sailors' wives and find out about their lives. The most common question I've heard is "Where are you from?" I didn't think I had an accent but apparently I've got a pretty noticeable one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on landing a job. I had one offer to work at a thrift shop, but I turned it down because they wanted me to work from 8 am to 4 pm. (pish on these hours!) I only turned it down because Trevor has to work from 2 pm to midnight and we'd only see each other for a few hours a day - either right after he got off work or right before I had to go to work. And that would totally defeat the point of me moving here so early before he has to go on DET. (DET=detachment) He'll be spending a month down in south California in about a month so we wanted to spend as much time together before he goes. So, right now, I'm just playing housewife, which I love. I'm even enjoying the cleaning and the cooking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I'm off to do some more cleaning. But don't worry! There shouldn't be much of a lapse in blogging now that we have our brand spanking new iMac - which I luuuv!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-115673196547913216?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/115673196547913216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=115673196547913216&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/115673196547913216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/115673196547913216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/08/were-bizzack.html' title='WE&apos;RE BIZZACK'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-115288871240117750</id><published>2006-07-14T03:47:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T03:51:52.510-11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Day - On To Better Thangs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/160851140/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/160851140_9aa40184c1_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/160851140/"&gt;Red River 4&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's my last day at the paper!!!!! I thought this day would never come! I hope the remaining girls can find a way to make it. Remember, S. Chaz isn't crazy - he's really really crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm most excited that I won't have to slave to a deadline everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago one of the kitens outside crawled up into the underside of dad's truck and Mom and I saw the little kitten fall out from under his truck. We were behind him in the van and he had been on the road only a moment, but long enough to rev his engine a few times. Anyway - he little kitten plopped out and flopped all over the road. I thought it was seriously injured but not dead and I begged Mom to run it over. As awful as that soudns, that is always the best thing to do when you can't near the thing to help it. (it's wild) Mom wouldn't run it over - she just couldn't. But we didn't stop either. When we passed by later, the kitten was gone and I figured it had died and someone had stopped and pulled it off to the side of the road - that seems to be the customary thing to do when you run someone's pet over. Well, that was about two weeks ago and I had forgotten all about him. Then, yesterday morning, on my way out to the car, a bunch of kittens were around and they all scattered (like cockroaches) except for one - it saw me and freaked out and tried to get up but fell. I looked at it a little closer and it looked like two of its legs were broken. I ran back inside to tell my momma that the little kitten had survived but it had two broken legs! We thought we might have to jsut shoot the poor thing. (when you live this far south, shooting a family pet isn't as terrible as it sounds) But this morning, the kitten seemed fine and I tried to get closer and feed him, but he flopped away. It turns out that he only has one broken leg and not two. I don't know if his legs will ever heal right though. It's all crooked and bent and he's using it to walk on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should explain that this cat is one of many cats that we feed at my parents' house. All of these cats are wild. The are deathly afraid of humans but have no problem living amoungst us. So, the main reason we didn't help it was because it wouldn't let us anywhere near it and the closer we tried to get to it, the more it ran and ran on its injured leg. So, we thought it was best not to mess with him but keep an eye on him. It's not like we can take him to the vet. So, our only other option is shoot him, but only if he's in pain and we know he won't make it. We're not barbaric, I swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Delta sucks. They screwed up almost all of Trevor's flights yesterday. And while he should have been here by 6 last night, he didn't even fly into New Orleans until 11:30. Then he had a 4 hour drive here. I haven't heard from him since Atlanta, GA and I'm just praying that he's at home asleep in bed already. I think Delta should be giving him his money back for all the shit they put him through. I also think Delta should pay me back the $550 they owe me for a flight I never took. I won't get started on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a busy week. Everyone is coming home! Once again, the Bryant girls will be together again! A rare occasion! I hope my iPod holds out till then. I may have sneek up here at night and reload it once or twice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going to clean out my desk! A sad yet joyous occasion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merryment.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-115288871240117750?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/115288871240117750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=115288871240117750&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/115288871240117750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/115288871240117750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-last-day-on-to-better-thangs.html' title='My Last Day - On To Better Thangs'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-115281733508617854</id><published>2006-07-13T07:58:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T08:02:15.176-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Let Me Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/124215851/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/40/124215851_b408208baf_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/124215851/"&gt;Kitty Paranoia&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tomorrow is my last day at the paper. The boss took my department out to eat at my favorite pizza pub in town. Then he took us to go get sno cones, but not a damn one was open before noon - so we ended up with ICEEs and coffee from the Chevron. I think I really am gonna miss this place. Not the work, not by far, but getting to see these people every day. And listening to the interesting "stories" and conversations that pop up in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL not miss the deadlines. Or the snack machine. I will miss my little heater though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor is flying home today, except he keeps getting pushed back. At this rate, I won't see him till tomorrow! The cancelled his last flight and now he has to take two more to get home. Poor thing, he's gonna be so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our town is playing host to a film crew this week. And, man! Have they got the whole town in an uproar. They've been closing off one of the main bridges and streets to do the filming. Most of the historical district is dressed up in Christmas gear. Store windows are all painted with red and green and John Goodman and Kris Katan are in town! I haven't seen either one of them yet, but I've seen the pictures. Poor Mr. Goodman. It's close to 98 degrees outside and the humidity is like 100% and they've got this giant of a man in a santa suit out in the heat. I don't know how christmas-y it's gonna look when Santa is pouring sweat and panting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire street where I work my little job is closed off. I tried to go to work the other day but got stopped just in front of my store by a guy standing guard. I wasn't supposed to drive up in there, but I did. Turns out, my store was closed and I didn't know so I just turned around and went on about my bidness. I got a lot done that day. I washed my car (which I haven't done in close to 5 years), painted those pots again, cleaned Tiva's littler box with bleach, helped Dad with the deck, and drove ribbon out to ole Phil. And then hung out with Tim and Jennifer. Bizzay!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-115281733508617854?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/115281733508617854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=115281733508617854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/115281733508617854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/115281733508617854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/07/dont-let-me-down.html' title='Don&apos;t Let Me Down'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-115150936716892474</id><published>2006-06-28T04:39:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T04:42:47.240-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Holla!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/176321456/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/66/176321456_1360390911_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/176321456/"&gt;Smoke and Becca&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We got a new sports editor and he is coooool!!!!! After I agreed to work on one of his pictures today, he exclaimed, "HOLLA!" It's too bad I won't be much longer to enjoy this one. I usually get a kick out of seeing new employees around here. The whole place is so set in its ways, it's interesting to watch new people adjust. The life editor has said many times how quiet it is in here. It's almost like working in a library - except that I'm sure it's louder at the library. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat has reason for celebrating this week - not only is she really really divorced, but she's done gone and bought a house! Let freedom ring! We went out Monday night to celebrate at Antoon's. I mostly stood over the jukebox and bounced to 311. Did you know they had 311 in the jukebox there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my 2 weeks notice at work - so now I'm countin down the days. I've got a lot of countdowns going on right now.  At least I'm looking forward.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-115150936716892474?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/115150936716892474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=115150936716892474&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/115150936716892474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/115150936716892474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/06/holla.html' title='Holla!'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-115099110399723895</id><published>2006-06-22T04:41:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T04:45:04.083-11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bat - A Cat and Nat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/172666363/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/47/172666363_e9c71e343c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/172666363/"&gt;Whirl&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Julie finally shaved Menou and now she's living with a family with kids. I hope they give her enough attention. She looked ten times better than before she was shaved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to sit in a hot hot tub and see the sun set over Sibley the other night. Watching the sun set over Sibley is one of my favorite things to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to do - I must get back to work!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-115099110399723895?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/115099110399723895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=115099110399723895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/115099110399723895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/115099110399723895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/06/bat-cat-and-nat.html' title='A Bat - A Cat and Nat'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-115074582404156651</id><published>2006-06-19T08:33:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T08:37:04.043-11:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the MOON</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/paulinski/27273751/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/23/27273751_551893ff18_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/paulinski/27273751/"&gt;Cloudy Moon (Experiment)&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/paulinski/"&gt;paulinski&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And just because I can't get 311 outta my head today and everything I listen to is hitting me right in the heart here are two more for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give Me A Call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, you draw such pictures in my head&lt;br /&gt;ooh, with so few words I know what you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the time comes&lt;br /&gt;to carry the one&lt;br /&gt;make that dream real&lt;br /&gt;and be sure it stays done&lt;br /&gt;so let that thought&lt;br /&gt;bloom in your mind&lt;br /&gt;a vision that's caught&lt;br /&gt;never left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should just give me a call&lt;br /&gt;you should just give me a call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about you much more than I should&lt;br /&gt;now there's a structure nothing had once stood&lt;br /&gt;no more bluffing it's cards on the table time&lt;br /&gt;what it must be we will take it as a sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just give me a call&lt;br /&gt;so just give me a call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset and my love left me&lt;br /&gt;winter and I'm so far&lt;br /&gt;in darkness will it lead me&lt;br /&gt;to where the meanings are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss and think of you often&lt;br /&gt;no flowers I forgot them&lt;br /&gt;the weather's the same&lt;br /&gt;nothing happens&lt;br /&gt;no love's a hard lesson, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience and years will refashion&lt;br /&gt;what hours will undo&lt;br /&gt;and circles not yet quite circles&lt;br /&gt;somehow close true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on hearing all the things that you said&lt;br /&gt;I keep on feeling you go straight to my head&lt;br /&gt;no more bluffing it's cards on the table time&lt;br /&gt;what it must be we will take it as a sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just give me a call&lt;br /&gt;so just give me a call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call you up but you won't talk to me&lt;br /&gt;no space for words there's just no room&lt;br /&gt;I drift away but you pull me in&lt;br /&gt;I'm the ocean you're the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, how do I know if it's just me&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I think that it must be&lt;br /&gt;you gotta know you can trust me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about you much more than I should&lt;br /&gt;now there's a structure nothing had once stood&lt;br /&gt;no more bluffing it's cards on the table time&lt;br /&gt;what it must be we will take it as a sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just give me a call&lt;br /&gt;so just give me a call&lt;br /&gt;so just give me a call&lt;br /&gt;so just give me a call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ONE MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T DWELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I get near your field of gravity&lt;br /&gt;you look so sad to me&lt;br /&gt;tell me how could that be?&lt;br /&gt;ah-ahh, she said things I obsess&lt;br /&gt;I would never confess&lt;br /&gt;ah-ahh, I told her don't dwell&lt;br /&gt;that will leave you in hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things that you're scorned for&lt;br /&gt;you should be adored for&lt;br /&gt;but like I told her don't dwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my love that I look dilapidated&lt;br /&gt;but are you glad I made it&lt;br /&gt;can you tell me that much&lt;br /&gt;ah-ahh, why are you surprised&lt;br /&gt;I don't take my advice&lt;br /&gt;ah-ahh, she told me don't dwell&lt;br /&gt;that will leave you in hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I need reminding&lt;br /&gt;regret is so blinding&lt;br /&gt;but like I told me don't dwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is a choice&lt;br /&gt;go ahead raise your voice&lt;br /&gt;might as well forgive yourself&lt;br /&gt;that means more than someone else&lt;br /&gt;set you free break the shell&lt;br /&gt;to your demons farewell&lt;br /&gt;I tell you don't dwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is a choice&lt;br /&gt;go ahead raise your voice&lt;br /&gt;might as well forgive yourself&lt;br /&gt;that means more than someone else&lt;br /&gt;set you free break the shell&lt;br /&gt;to your demons farewell&lt;br /&gt;I tell you don't dwell&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-115074582404156651?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/115074582404156651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=115074582404156651&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/115074582404156651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/115074582404156651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-moon.html' title='I&apos;m the MOON'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-115074536740629651</id><published>2006-06-19T08:25:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T08:29:27.493-11:00</updated><title type='text'>One Exhausted Doggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gullevek/168595527/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/49/168595527_37355c07eb_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gullevek/168595527/"&gt;Exhausted Doggy&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/gullevek/"&gt;gullevek&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of the  main reasxons I haven't been blogging lately is becayse I seem to have lost the words again. One reason I started this blog was to help me find those words. As with a lot of things, 311 says it better. See here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crack The Code - 311&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the words&lt;br /&gt;something you haven't heard&lt;br /&gt;will I find them and&lt;br /&gt;will I have what it takes to say them&lt;br /&gt;in the world beside&lt;br /&gt;this one there are no lies and&lt;br /&gt;no suspicion&lt;br /&gt;only dreams without end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta feel what I mean&lt;br /&gt;look into my eyes and know&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to come clean&lt;br /&gt;but I stumble every time&lt;br /&gt;and then the words they escape&lt;br /&gt;fail to take shape&lt;br /&gt;it's all in the code now (come again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel what I mean&lt;br /&gt;look into my eyes and know&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to come clean&lt;br /&gt;but I stumble every time&lt;br /&gt;and then the words they escape&lt;br /&gt;fail to take shape&lt;br /&gt;it's all in the code now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you let me retract&lt;br /&gt;will you let me take it back&lt;br /&gt;sometimes my words lack&lt;br /&gt;and my mind flies off the track&lt;br /&gt;what I'm trying to convey&lt;br /&gt;is miles from what I say&lt;br /&gt;and you slip away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life there are times&lt;br /&gt;when nothing will rhyme&lt;br /&gt;there are days I slip&lt;br /&gt;when I know I should climb&lt;br /&gt;breakin' the vows&lt;br /&gt;I swore I'd never break&lt;br /&gt;a harsh word a white lie&lt;br /&gt;easy to mistake&lt;br /&gt;where have you been&lt;br /&gt;haven't you noticed&lt;br /&gt;there's no map that exists&lt;br /&gt;to point us out of this&lt;br /&gt;my heart was the target&lt;br /&gt;it found your arrow&lt;br /&gt;baby you know I want to be&lt;br /&gt;your straight and narrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to transmit a feeling&lt;br /&gt;I've been hoping you receive what I'm revealing&lt;br /&gt;see the main thing is hang with me and relate&lt;br /&gt;as we communicate, watch out&lt;br /&gt;fenced in like a dog between houses&lt;br /&gt;balled up by the trouble my mouth gets&lt;br /&gt;wrapped up in the things that I don't know&lt;br /&gt;don't you know, hoping that you crack the code, whoa oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first to crack the code&lt;br /&gt;(you may not think I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;to have your love again) whoa oh oh&lt;br /&gt;(you may not think I'm ready)&lt;br /&gt;you are the first to crack my code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the words&lt;br /&gt;something you haven't heard&lt;br /&gt;will I find them and&lt;br /&gt;will I have what it takes to say them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta gotta feel what I mean&lt;br /&gt;look into my eyes and know&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to come clean&lt;br /&gt;but I stumble every time&lt;br /&gt;and then the words they escape&lt;br /&gt;fail to take shape&lt;br /&gt;it's all in the code now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I know I'm wrong wrong wrong when you knew&lt;br /&gt;you didn't have to give me so long long long to see through&lt;br /&gt;not predictable what I will do but you know&lt;br /&gt;cause you cracked the code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your body is a country&lt;br /&gt;you know I'll return to&lt;br /&gt;craving like a family heirloom&lt;br /&gt;that I am into&lt;br /&gt;no baby how could I follow&lt;br /&gt;everything you do&lt;br /&gt;just remember when we touch&lt;br /&gt;I feel so renewed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first to understand me that would be you&lt;br /&gt;it can't work if we can't be open and true&lt;br /&gt;the best thing to happen to me let it be told&lt;br /&gt;that would be the moment that you cracked my code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first to crack the code&lt;br /&gt;(you may not think I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;to have your love again) whoa oh oh&lt;br /&gt;(you may not think I'm ready)&lt;br /&gt;you are the first to crack my code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, uh, yea - no more feelings on here. I can never find the words that would make you understand.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-115074536740629651?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/115074536740629651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=115074536740629651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/115074536740629651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/115074536740629651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-exhausted-doggy.html' title='One Exhausted Doggy'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-115023063788782293</id><published>2006-06-13T09:27:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T09:30:38.020-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Menou woo woo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/160853561/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/70/160853561_c71a009115_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/160853561/"&gt;Menou woo&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We finished that tab and our customer ended up liking it a whole whole lot. Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I'm eating! Wedding cake flavored sno cone. Gosh, I love summer. But I have to say this one is a little too much sugar. It doesn't help that just getting the cone back here requires half of it melting into the sugary syrup. I had to suck a lot of it down just to pick it back up. But o, so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not much new. We sent out the invitations to the wedding and I've already gotten about 4 calls for RSVP's. How exciting! I think they turned out nice! And unique! That's been the compliment so far...."how unique". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to work at the other job. I finished my book and now I have to recommend it to you! Invisble Monsters  by Chuck Palahniuk. Highly recommended! It's a fast read too. The only kind I can finish. (Do I have ADD?) He wrote another one called Stranger Than Fiction and I'm dying to read that one.  This is the same guy who wrote Fight Club and Lullaby.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-115023063788782293?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/115023063788782293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=115023063788782293&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/115023063788782293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/115023063788782293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/06/menou-woo-woo.html' title='Menou woo woo'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114977120013102706</id><published>2006-06-08T01:50:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T01:53:20.206-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/160851137/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/60/160851137_84493c3297_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/160851137/"&gt;Happy Jack&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Whew.....it's gonna be a busy next couple of days, I've just found out. We're supposed to receive an 8 page tab that we will have to put together ourselves. 8 pages, 4 color pages and it's all cars. 8 pages of cars ads. And we have to have it done by the time we leave on Friday. 2 days and 8 pages. Can you imagine my joy? I'm pretty sure I'll be working late for the rest of the week. Thankfully, I'm not the only one working on it. If this actually gets done, I want a raise! Right, Shawna? I think we deserve raises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this book I'm reading the main character meets a paramedic who tells her that he he's seen a lot of wrecks where the driver was decapitated by their window. They either had it half up or almost all the way down, but it would cut someone's head off in a second. Is that true? Are you really not supposed to ride with your window half way?? It freaked me out a little bit. I always ride with my windows half down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Mark, stuck in the mud for 3 hours and no one noticed....or thought to go check on the boy. He's supposed to be leaving at the end of June, but now he says he's outta here by Monday. He had better wait till Wednesday....pay time ends. Poor thing, they always pick on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menou is back at the shop is actually moving about like a semi normal cat. She likes to follow you around now and just meow at you until you pet her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cats and meowin. You know how my parents have all those wild cats?  Yesterday when I got home, Cat and I walked in the door and saw Dad sitting in his chair watching TV with the volume waaay higher than usual. (He's deaf and the TV is always loud, but not this loud) We didn't question it or anything. Sometimes the man can't hear! So, after a little while a commercial comes on and Dad mutes the TV and we all start talking and from right outside the back door you can hear a kitten meowing like it's dying. Then dad says, "O yea, there's a stray kitten out there and he won't shut up." (No wonder the TV was up so loud.) Dad's tried feeding it, giving it water, holding it, petting it, all sorts of comfort type things. I open the door and the little kitten bolts through the door screaming its head off and looking in our general direction. Cat and I tried several things to make it shut up including using a  warm rag and some Prep-H cream on its bottom. All to no avail. We left it out there, thinking that it was either in some kind of pain or it was abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, Dad went out to work on the deck and I went out to help and that little kitten followed Daddy around. It would not leave him alone. And he was banging hammers and throwing pieces of wood all over the place. It wasn't scared of any kind of noise. It stayed right under him the whole time. But I saw it eat and drink and play, so it can't be too hurt. I think the mother just abandoned it and it's lonely. You'd think that with all the cats out there, one of them would take care of it. Bitches. So, finally ONE of the wild cats is letting us touch it! And we don't want to touch it now! It's dirty and it needs a bath! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was back at the door meowin really early this morning. I hope it's still alive when I get home. Anyone know anyone that wants a kitten? We're calling it Hemroid for now.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114977120013102706?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114977120013102706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114977120013102706&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114977120013102706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114977120013102706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-jack.html' title='Happy Jack'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114908587957070336</id><published>2006-05-31T03:28:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T03:31:19.576-11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/116507069/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/116507069_e6ddb4eb47_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/116507069/"&gt;After&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY for Wednesday, May 31, 2006:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach out for others. Be more direct this year, even if sometimes you feel uncomfortable with your words and actions. You need to keep the lines of communication open. If you decide someone has really hurt your feelings, you will need to clear the air. If you are single, your communication style draws many people to you. Still, you might attract someone who seems to be withdrawn or emotionally unavailable. Use care in your choices. If you are attached, you might want to stay open even when you are upset or angry. Communication remains key to your success. LEO lights up your day.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114908587957070336?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114908587957070336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114908587957070336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114908587957070336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114908587957070336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-birthday-horoscope.html' title='My Birthday Horoscope'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114908536824828001</id><published>2006-05-31T03:19:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T03:22:48.323-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/157199139/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/63/157199139_3b17bccde7_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/157199139/"&gt;Birthday Girl&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is my birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toot toot, it's my birdday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will be filled with 311, Sublime, Blackalicious and a little bit of Ben Harper, just to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, not many people have remembered my birthday and somehow I feel good about that. At least there hasn't been any song and dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to wake my sister up this morning, Ian was sleeping with her and he had the biggest grin on his face. He must have been dreaming. He is one of the happiest people when he first wakes up. He just laughs and laughs and laughs. You can hear him wake up from all over the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get all dressed up today cause I woke up feeling fine, but then I thought, wait, it's my birthday, I can look any way I wish today. So, I ended up wearing my ever comfy wife beater and a skirt. Mom would be proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've got one more real estate ad to do, so I better get going. I don't want to spend the whole day working!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114908536824828001?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114908536824828001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114908536824828001&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114908536824828001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114908536824828001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/05/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114899359394128448</id><published>2006-05-30T01:50:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T01:53:14.110-11:00</updated><title type='text'>O Menou! Where are YOU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/152618054/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/52/152618054_f6e407bd79_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/152618054/"&gt;Menou&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Roni's Momma got married this past weekend. Tim and I went and had a great time. The wedding was so beautiful and the new family looked so happy. And now, Roni is no longer and only child, but now she's the oldest of three!!! You're so old, Roni! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until the next day that I got sick as a dog and threw up constantly until yesterday afternoon. Cat took care of me all day Sunday and she even washed my sheets for me yesterday morning. What will I do without her? It looks like she may have found herself a house! And I love it! It's a 2 story, 3BR/2BA house with a back deck and there's a swamp/lake out back. I sound like a realtor.....this job is rubbing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Menou is back at the store today. Maybe they gave her a bath, too. She needed one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a rough start of the week, but, hopefully, it will only get better.  May is almost over too! Ug - I'm feelin a little ill right now. Too bad this desk doesn't open up into a comfy bed with a soft pillow and maybe some soup next to it. No, that'd be too much to ask.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114899359394128448?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114899359394128448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114899359394128448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114899359394128448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114899359394128448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/05/o-menou-where-are-you.html' title='O Menou! Where are YOU?'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114856864232323389</id><published>2006-05-25T03:47:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T03:50:42.503-11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pack of Purple Panda Pepper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/152618057/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/45/152618057_1de1f058f1_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/152618057/"&gt;Panda Pepper&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Boy, it's been a busy week at work. Two of ou rpeople were out for the first two days and it's kept me so busy  I've only barely been on the internet and only to check my mail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Lafayette last weekend to pick up my dress and do a little shopping. It was a quick trip down there but still fun. Just hangin out with Roni is worth the gas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work at the little shop has been going great. I don't have to do too much and I get a few hours to myself. It's a nice way to end the work day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, I went to Bryant's tee ball game and Cat and I worked the dugout. It's much much better when there's some one else to help out in there. It was a short game though and the boys came home with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One our way home, Bryant noticed a big splotch of bird poo on my windshield. He offered to help me wash my car anytime a bird pooped on my windows. He's so cute. He and Ian wanted to wash my car as soon as we got home from the game. But once we got home, they opted to watch Tom and Jerry instead. They are both just too cute. It was like they couldn't stand for my car to be dirty.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114856864232323389?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114856864232323389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114856864232323389&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114856864232323389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114856864232323389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/05/pack-of-purple-panda-pepper.html' title='A Pack of Purple Panda Pepper'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114797732081552519</id><published>2006-05-18T07:32:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T07:35:20.886-11:00</updated><title type='text'>bored at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/50976597@N00/71920264/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/20/71920264_9c36a3b0e0_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/50976597@N00/71920264/"&gt;bored at work&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/50976597@N00/"&gt;M G&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Work sucks......I know......&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114797732081552519?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114797732081552519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114797732081552519&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114797732081552519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114797732081552519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/05/bored-at-work.html' title='bored at work'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114796508591707268</id><published>2006-05-18T04:08:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T04:11:26.010-11:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got A New Job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/148156282/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/55/148156282_ab2a6541ff_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/148156282/"&gt;Mark Cedars avulsion&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mark gashed his finger yesterday and I got this cool picture! He had to get two stiches to fix it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new job yesterday! It's just a part time job but every little bit helps these days. I'm working at a consignment store near Front Street. So far, so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner has this super large cat that stays in the store. She got her from a guy that fed her about 5 times a day, so she's HUGE. She's on a diet now and her belly sweeps the floor when she walks. She doesn't do much other than sleep with her stuffed monkey. I was told she'll meow at you anytime you get near. I played with her most of the time I was there yesterday. I think I'm gonna bring her some catnip today and see if she'll get out of that bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot of neat stuff in there. Yesterday, I saw old Star Wars figures, old barbie dolls, collectors New Kids On The Block dolls!!!! a ton of salt an dpepper shakers, old books, pill boxes, toys, clothes, movies, rugs, chairs and even plates. There is soo much shit in there to look at. I think I'll really like working there.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114796508591707268?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114796508591707268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114796508591707268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114796508591707268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114796508591707268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-got-new-job.html' title='I Got A New Job!'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114779113150051222</id><published>2006-05-16T03:49:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T03:52:11.590-11:00</updated><title type='text'>He's A Real Hard Hitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/142818134/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/45/142818134_2d99615dd2_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/142818134/"&gt;Hard Hitter&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wish Bryant good luck today. He's got a game this afternoon. I hope he does well. He got thrown out of the game last week. Can you believe that? He's only 5! He hit pretty well, but every time he hit, he  slung his bat, which they're really not allowed to do. Then, once he got back to the dugout, he took off his helmet and threw it into the pile (scatterin the rest of em), which they're also not supposed to do. Poor thing. Baseball is just not his thing. I think it's too boring for him. He needs something that will occupy all of his time, not just 10 minutes out of the entire game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working with one of our customers on some ads they're running this summer. So far, we have 9 ads done. I'm working on the full page color ad right now. I've got so many ads for them, I think I've got them all confused. We'll see how they turn out! Fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a pretty quiet Mother's Day. Well, the kids were around and wild as ever, but we didn't do much. I made tacos for dinner but made Mom do the dishes. I gave her a card that morning, but forgot to give her the gift I bought her (I had hidden it from her and forgot to wrap it). I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sativa didn't me shit, that little ho. And I soo wanted a dead frog! Or a lizard, those things are everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Sativa - she did the cutest thing this morning. Around 3 AM, she came and poked her head under my covers, pulled them up enough so that she could crawl under them and she laid her head down on my pillow and went to sleep! I woke up when she did it cause she managed to crawl over my neck and step all over my hair before she could get the covers up. I felt her snugged up right next to my back and then she got really still. When I got out of the shower at 5:45, she was still there. So cute, she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have 67 more days until the wedding. I can't wait. It's fun to watch people's face when I tell them I'm getting married. At church on Sunday, I must have shown at least 10 people my ring. Why is that the first thing people want to see? Well, not all people. Just the women....when I tell a woman that I'm engaged, the first thing she does is look at my finger (like she doesn't believe me) and asks to see "it". (O my gosh! Let me see it!) When I tell a man, they're like, "You're getting married? Why" The other day a lady said, "I can tell your excited! You've got it written all over your face!" I really do. I can't stop smiling!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114779113150051222?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114779113150051222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114779113150051222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114779113150051222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114779113150051222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/05/hes-real-hard-hitter.html' title='He&apos;s A Real Hard Hitter'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114744283456781573</id><published>2006-05-12T03:04:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T03:07:14.623-11:00</updated><title type='text'>fuzzy and hazzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54357050@N00/142333611/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/51/142333611_ab401e460a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54357050@N00/142333611/"&gt;fuzzy&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/54357050@N00/"&gt;DillyFae&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm just sit at my desk and not talk to anyone at all today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roni and Jacob are coming in this weekend! I miss Gwen, so it'll be good to see some smiling faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus more wedding details have been worked out and I'm a little less stressed about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that a cute little kitten? I bet it's available or will be within the month or two! So, if anyone wants an adorable kitten, I know a guy!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114744283456781573?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114744283456781573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114744283456781573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114744283456781573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114744283456781573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/05/fuzzy-and-hazzy.html' title='fuzzy and hazzy'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114684738023974137</id><published>2006-05-05T05:40:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T05:43:00.293-11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/138230702/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/52/138230702_5aadaff708_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/138230702/"&gt;Festival&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The weekend is here and I couldn't be happier or busier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture is from the 47th Annual New Orleans Jazz Fest that I went to last weekend with Roni, Jacob and Tim. On the stage at the time was Galatic who I didn't know very much about but they sounded great! I couldn't tell you what they looked like though, we were sooo far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God it's payday. I'm about to wither away. I shouldn't be quite so happy though, everything I earned in the past two weeks is going to bills. Bills, bills, bills. Do they ever end? I remember when I was little, my mom once said, "You don't want to get into that part of your life, once you start paying bills, you never stop." Must she be right about everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your mother always right? Not that SHE thinks she's right, she jsut is. Anytime something comes up and she offers her opinion or her advicce, you had better take, she knows!!!! I always say, "Momma knows, momma knows."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a good one!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114684738023974137?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114684738023974137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114684738023974137&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114684738023974137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114684738023974137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/05/weekend-here.html' title='A Weekend Here'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114669231097861919</id><published>2006-05-03T10:36:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T10:38:31.056-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/119561083/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/39/119561083_805f62860e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/119561083/"&gt;Monstr&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bryant has a wee tee ball game today at 5:15 so I'm heading out to that. I like to help out at the games when I can. The coaches always need help wrestling the kids into the dugout. My job is basically to yell things at the kids to make them see the ball. Or to keep them from hitting each other when the whole team dives for a ball. And I mean the whole team. A batter will hit the ball somewhere near first base and our entire team will run to it and jump in a big pile on top of one another. The coaches usually have to pull kids off of each other to continue the game. It's mad chaos but it's sorta fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus this one little kid has a crush on me. He hugs me after everything. Someone bats, he hugs me. I give the team water, he hugs me. I get anywhere near him and he hugs me. I don't want to, like, push him off me, but he does it every few minutes or so. And when we're in the dugout, he's clinging to my leg huggin it. He's cute though so I can't complain. After that last game, his mom came up to me and said, "I think Jace has a thing for older women!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryant, for one, won't listen to a word I say out there. He totally ignores me. At the last game he and I got into a fight and I had to yell at him in front of his teammates. To which he replied, "She's a mean aunt coach!" Always fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish our team luck!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114669231097861919?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114669231097861919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114669231097861919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114669231097861919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114669231097861919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/05/play-ball.html' title='Play Ball'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114650882693843379</id><published>2006-05-01T07:40:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T07:40:27.326-11:00</updated><title type='text'>The 47th Annual Jazz and Heritage Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/138225546/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/48/138225546_64f0d4affb_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/138225546/"&gt;Jazz 3&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Jazz Festival was great. We ended up getting to see Galatic, Herbie Hancock and Etta James. There were soo many people there, we had to watch all three shows from way far back. The people behind us were using binoculars to see Etta James. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind was hurricane force all day long. We left the festival with sand and dirt clogging up our ears. New Orleans looked better than I thought it would. Although we didn't get into the worst hit areas, the one area we did go into was pretty bad. People are still living out of tiny camper trailers parked in front of their houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amused by the outfits some of these "old" people wore! And the comments made by some older folks. It's always a little strange to see full grown adults smoking pot. I'm talking people my parents' ages smoking pot and dancing around. True hippies, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thunderstorm held off the whole time we were at the festival. But on the drive back to Lafayette, the rain was so bad that we had to pull over for a while.  By the time we got back to Lafayette, it had stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roni and I did a little wedding shopping on Sunday and I found a dress! One less stress!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114650882693843379?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114650882693843379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114650882693843379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114650882693843379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114650882693843379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/05/47th-annual-jazz-and-heritage-festival.html' title='The 47th Annual Jazz and Heritage Festival'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114624163916445201</id><published>2006-04-28T05:27:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T05:27:19.223-11:00</updated><title type='text'>All That Jazz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/134250087/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/48/134250087_026fa15704_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/134250087/"&gt;Seattle&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Lafayette for a trip to the Jazz Festival in New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture is Erin and Trevor walking in Seattle. You can find more pictures on my Flickr page!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114624163916445201?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114624163916445201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114624163916445201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114624163916445201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114624163916445201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/04/all-that-jazz.html' title='All That Jazz'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114615305620292499</id><published>2006-04-27T04:50:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T04:50:56.266-11:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/134255826/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/56/134255826_24f03291ce_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/134255826/"&gt;Tulips 6&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, I came back. I didn't want to, but I have a little party to plan now. I DID NOT realize there would be so much planning involved in a wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin and I had a great time in Washington. Trevor was great, it was so nice to see him in the flesh where I could poke him in the arm. We spent most of our time playing tourists by going around and seeing all kinds of things on the island. (mountains, tulips, bridges, Canadians, &amp; Seattle amongst many others) You can check out my pictures on my Flickr page. Just click on the picture of me in the tulips and it should take you to my page. I also posted a few of those on Myspace.....which I have spent too much time on and have since then be lackin on my bloggin. I can quit anytime I want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a great time! And my biggest news: Trevor and I got engaged! Whoo hoo!!! (You can't see me jumping for joy here at my desk, but you can imagine!) After chasing after him for almost 10 years, it's still unbelievable that I get to spend the rest of my life with him!! It's got me all excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you semi-posted on what's happenin, if I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, folks.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114615305620292499?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114615305620292499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114615305620292499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114615305620292499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114615305620292499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/04/shes-back.html' title='She&apos;s Back!'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114485810006298715</id><published>2006-04-12T05:08:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T05:08:20.136-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/122622532/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/38/122622532_1eacdaaece_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/122622532/"&gt;Fish 2&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fish are cool in that way that I'll never know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I'm ready to walk out on work. Not that I can a thing about it (mostly cause I promised not to talk shit about my co-workers) but some people around here are fuckin worthless......useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do is get through today and I'm out for a week. Time can't tick away fast enough. I just hope they make it through next week without me. I made them a list of things to do and it's almost two pages right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lunchtime for me! One little break.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114485810006298715?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114485810006298715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114485810006298715&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114485810006298715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114485810006298715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/04/fish-2-originally-uploaded-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114470088879448097</id><published>2006-04-10T09:28:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T09:28:09.000-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/124215851/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/40/124215851_b408208baf_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/124215851/"&gt;Kitty Paranoia&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow - two weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been letting Sativa outside more often. I think she's making some friends with the wild gang. I went out the other day to find her chasing one of the orange ones. She almost had him pinned down to the ground but I panicked and made her get away. AND one of the orange ones let me pet him!!!! Maybe only when he eats, but he still lets me. I like to put the food right next to my leg and force them to get near me. That possum was back again last night. I didn't go out there this time. I don't want him getting too used to me. He might attack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry and Cindy have been in Louisiana for the past week or two. They've been travelling all over visiting the family. They stopped by our house on their way to Houston. I love talking to them and listenin to Larry's stories. Yaya - if you ever go to Colorado, look them up!!! They are fabulous tour guides! Never a boring moment! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already started packing, Trevor! I'm just about ready to go! Erin and I fly off to Seattle at the end of this week and I'm super excited!!!! I always get really really giddy and nervous before I get to see Trevor. Work can't phase me this week. Are you ready, Erin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Roni - do I need to bust yo windshield completely out? Cause I can or at least try to. Are you laying out? I'm jealous! Where are you? I'm having Roni-withdrawals at my desk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, not a whole lot of interesting has been happenin. Go figure.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114470088879448097?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114470088879448097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114470088879448097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114470088879448097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114470088879448097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/04/kitty-paranoia-originally-uploaded-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114367599159749149</id><published>2006-03-29T12:46:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T12:46:31.686-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Scars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nantel/102563454/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/102563454_adad1da87b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nantel/102563454/"&gt;Surgical Scar&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/nantel/"&gt;nantel&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today marks one year that I'm tumor free!!!! It was one year ago today that I was laid up pushing the morphine button every 15 minutes. I tired looking for the picture of my tumor to show you, but I haven't been able to find it in the short amount of time I've had to myself today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scar in the picture isn't mine. I'm gonna go home and see if I can find that damn picture!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114367599159749149?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114367599159749149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114367599159749149&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114367599159749149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114367599159749149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/03/scars.html' title='Scars'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114356500903162413</id><published>2006-03-28T05:56:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T05:56:49.120-11:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Groom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/118817389/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/38/118817389_2419ede494_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/118817389/"&gt;Us &amp;amp; The Groom&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;BJ got married!!!! It was really a very beautiful ceremony and one awesome reception if I do say so myself! BJ's new wife is gorgeous and they looked o so in love. BJ is one of those people that you can be wholly and genuinely happy for. He's one the best people in the world and deserves all the happiness he can get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin and I drove down on Saturday and stopped by Roni and Jacob's before heading down to New Iberia. We also stopped back by their house on the way home. Roni loaned me her super cool AE jacket. Could we have not been any cooler, Roni? I think not. Roni. You rock. Really, thanks for letting me borrow your yacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is retarded busy today. I have so much on my to-do list, I don’t think I’ll be going home early today at all. It looks like spring is finally here! Although it IS raining right now. But at least the temperature is warmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must get off to work with my super cool self.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114356500903162413?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114356500903162413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114356500903162413&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114356500903162413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114356500903162413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-groom.html' title='To The Groom'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114306922880560787</id><published>2006-03-22T12:13:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T12:13:48.813-11:00</updated><title type='text'>After the cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/116507069/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/116507069_e6ddb4eb47_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/116507069/"&gt;After&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can go home after I do this car ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cut my hair, can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little more to go....&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114306922880560787?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114306922880560787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114306922880560787&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114306922880560787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114306922880560787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/03/after-cut.html' title='After the cut'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114304350052819779</id><published>2006-03-22T05:05:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T05:05:00.593-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Opossum the human loving cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/115896259/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/48/115896259_12ed4e052c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/115896259/"&gt;Opossum&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's so really early in the morning. My stoamch has been ill since yesterday and it's catching up with me this morning. Ahh the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forced myself to get past the nausea and get to work. I'm getting my hair cut today! Whoo hoo!!! it's been so long since I let a professional cut my hair. I usually do it myself here at my desk when I'm bored or tired of looking at the screen. I gotta say I haven't done that bad a job. OK, I lie. Truth is my hair has been looking rather strange lately so I figured it was time to let some trained on how to deal with this mess take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHILL OUT! (that was a shout out to a co-worker in the office. they just need to chill the F out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old friend from high school is getting married this weekend down in south Louisiana. Erin and I are going down to Lafayette for the night and all four of us (Jacob, Roni, Erin and I) are going to the wedding. I'm sure I will see a lot of old friends from school. I'm excited though! There are a lot of people I haven't seen since we gradutated so it should be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has bee interesting so far this mornig. It always is though. With this strange mix of people there is always something to laugh at. Here's a list of strange things we've talked about so far today. And it's only 9 AM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Sexual questions, which have included discussions about lesbians, fags and old people.&lt;br /&gt;• Crazy customers&lt;br /&gt;• Hair&lt;br /&gt;• dogs with diapers&lt;br /&gt;• coffee and bathroom runs&lt;br /&gt;• dirty old men&lt;br /&gt;• precriptions&lt;br /&gt;• podcasts&lt;br /&gt;• Cyberduck&lt;br /&gt;• comics&lt;br /&gt;• blueberry muffinsa&lt;br /&gt;• cameras and lens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And none of that was related. Someone is brewing a smelly pot of coffee in the back. I'm gonna run to the store and get some milk so I can have some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture to the right is of our new cat, Oppossum. He shows up every once in a while to eat with the cats. They don't seem to mind him one bit. Catherine got brave enough to get this close to take his picture. Those things are freaky with those beady little eyes and wierd toes and long nails! Creepy!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114304350052819779?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114304350052819779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114304350052819779&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114304350052819779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114304350052819779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/03/opossum-human-loving-cat.html' title='Opossum the human loving cat'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114260720687954402</id><published>2006-03-17T03:53:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T03:53:26.916-11:00</updated><title type='text'>OC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/113725195/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/41/113725195_512c90c5fa_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/113725195/"&gt;OC&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;gwenthelova [offline 05:14:10 PM]: sorry bookie&lt;br /&gt;BECCA: it's my bad - I just had sooo much work to fuckin do!&lt;br /&gt;gwenthelova [offline 05:14:13 PM]: you left&lt;br /&gt;BECCA: sorry! but I'll talk to you soon, ho!&lt;br /&gt;gwenthelova [offline 05:14:18 PM]: =((&lt;br /&gt;BECCA: aww, really - i just shut all my shit off and ran out of here! distractions!&lt;br /&gt;gwenthelova [offline 08:04:50 PM]: well, so sunday's ryan's b-day (he's 18) and they're gonna have a big "to-do" for him..............ok it's back on hold!&lt;br /&gt;BECCA: sweet! it's started! let me get my chocolate milk.he's only 18? he looks more like 25...maybe it's all those hard years back in Chino. (when's teresa coming back, by the way? and where's ryan's baybay?) a party? awesome! I bet there's gonna be a fight or someone getting into Trouble with a capitol T!&lt;br /&gt;gwenthelova [offline 08:32:22 PM]: ok, commercial! alright, sandy went to find ryan's mother to bring to his b-day party and she's of course in jail for some reason and sandy of course tries to be the hero and get her out and well, that's it so far.......hold!&lt;br /&gt;BECCA: it's like everyone from Chino spends a little time in jail, except for ryan! when I get arrested, I'm calling Sandy! (holding......)&lt;br /&gt;gwenthelova [offline 08:45:32 PM]: commercial! well, marrissa faints at the same house that was  in the 1st season that burned down, she goes to visit Volcheck and he's working on that house and she faints from her memories (naturally) and ryan decides not to invite her to his b-day party and well, that's it. o! ryan's mother ran off again and left a letter behind&lt;br /&gt;BECCA: what house? i don't remember anything from those dayz. I don't remember a house burning? who's house was that? I knew she liked Volcheck! that was mean, ryan.....how could you not invite marissa to your party?  what did he letter say? did she bust out of jail? &lt;br /&gt;gwenthelova [offline 08:59:01 PM]: alright, well, it's over and julie copper-nickel and summer's dad are going on a surprise cruise to cabo and he took out a GIANT ring so i guess he's gonna propose and johnny's cousin showed up and ryan's party and they started dancing and they like each other and marissa and that guy volchek met up and they're cuddling down on the beach&lt;br /&gt;BECCA: that's a little fast there dr. roberts! what's he in a hurry for? and i figured as much for ryan and johnny's cousin. i think marissa has some issues. was volcheck friends with johnny?&lt;br /&gt;gwenthelova [offline 08:59:05 PM]: til tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;BECCA: alright, chick...thanks for live-IMing it to me...that was awesome.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114260720687954402?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114260720687954402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114260720687954402&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114260720687954402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114260720687954402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/03/oc.html' title='OC'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114260633458942426</id><published>2006-03-17T03:38:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T03:38:54.723-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay THURSDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oceanbornstudios/111692300/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/46/111692300_c2eba7b069_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oceanbornstudios/111692300/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/oceanbornstudios/"&gt;deborah lattimore&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I woke up in the most fantastically greatest mood today. The whole way to Chuck Wagon, I kept thinking, "why?" I couldn't think of one particular thing that could cause such a feeling.  I think my prayers have been answered! I prayed for the stres to be lifted from me and it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was because I chose not to read the news.  It could have been that way to pleasant dream I had about Trevor in the middle of the night. Might have been breakfast. The Beastie Boys are helping.Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it was, I'm grateful. Happiness means everything to me. Well, almost. Love says a lot, too. And I've got both. I feel on top of the world. A welcomed state from the dredge I felt for the past two or three weeks. Sometimes soemthing grabs a hold of you and it's hard to see beyond gray skies. Um....I've been listening to too much 311, n'est pas? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even if it's kinda gray and cloudy outside, it's all warm and sunshiney in my sky.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114260633458942426?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114260633458942426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114260633458942426&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114260633458942426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114260633458942426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/03/yay-thursday.html' title='Yay THURSDAY!'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114246114523388744</id><published>2006-03-15T11:19:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T11:19:05.313-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Bryant!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/112999533/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/51/112999533_f67203a6b2_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/112999533/"&gt;5 Years Old&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bryant turned 5 years old this week. I remember the day he was born very very well. He made me late to play practice. But he also got me out of school for most of the day, so I guess it was all worth it. Just pickin! I love my nephew so much that I didn't turn him away at 2 this morning when he came and climbed in bed with me. He's so adorable when he's being sweet. Just hours before I had to yell at him to sit down in the chair. Sativa was a little upset over her spot being taken away in the bed. I made it up to her in treats though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian is getting more and more vocal these days. It was like one day he would just point and mumble and now he's in your face with it. He's is the cutest little boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend consisted of going to Bryant's party and almost going to church. Nothing else worth mentioning though.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114246114523388744?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114246114523388744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114246114523388744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114246114523388744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114246114523388744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-birthday-bryant.html' title='Happy Birthday, Bryant!'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114194658925482652</id><published>2006-03-09T12:23:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T12:23:09.300-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiplash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21936936@N00/92273881/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/92273881_e37265c8d0_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21936936@N00/92273881/"&gt;The Importance of Early Cervical-Spine Radiography&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/21936936@N00/"&gt;copper0722&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got rear ended yesterday on my way home from work. Our cars weren't hurt, but I am today. My neck is killing me.....this only adds to my little problem when I fell flat on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, Becca, whatcha been doin?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114194658925482652?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114194658925482652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114194658925482652&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114194658925482652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114194658925482652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/03/whiplash.html' title='Whiplash'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114192800661827473</id><published>2006-03-09T07:13:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T07:13:26.670-11:00</updated><title type='text'>shoegazer - desk talker - rain collector</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/larsdotslackerdotse/100129603/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/100129603_660b04e1d8_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/larsdotslackerdotse/100129603/"&gt;shoegazer&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/larsdotslackerdotse/"&gt;larsdotslackerdotse&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was in the paper today. Go me. Although I've come to not like seeing myself there now. I can't explain it, it just doesn't seem right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind was blowing mighty this morning, then the skies got real dark and opened up with a flash flood of rain. Then the sun came out and now it's gray and pasty out there. I'm ready for lunch. Ready to get out of this hell hole if only for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fed up with a certain jig at work. Maybe even two. And I can't get enough 311 in my head to keep me sane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I'm getting excited (trying not to though) about going to see Trevor. I hate being this far away from him. Maybe I'll get lucky and I'll be there by the end of the summer. I don't know if I can stand it that much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time yesterday with the editor taking pictures. Not the picture part or even the trying on all the clothes, but just the conversation. I have a hard time "modelling" in front of anyone but my own mirror. I'm more self conscious than I figured I'd be. Is it that shy little girl in me? We spent almost 4 hours in that store yesterday and just about everyone of my pictures came out with the same look on my face. I posted a few on Flickr, but the clothes were terrible. Only one or two of the things I put on I'd wear out in public. One of the shirts was soo terrible! It had an all lace back - see thru and all and a little skirt on the bottom. That and my nipples wouldn't stay in it. I prolly flashed a customer or two.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114192800661827473?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114192800661827473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114192800661827473&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114192800661827473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114192800661827473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/03/shoegazer-desk-talker-rain-collector.html' title='shoegazer - desk talker - rain collector'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114168684917846988</id><published>2006-03-06T12:14:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T12:14:09.223-11:00</updated><title type='text'>To the good doctor......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yi/7020792/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/5/7020792_4481b2d196_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yi/7020792/"&gt;ouch again&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/yi/"&gt;yi&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just got back from the chiropractor and boy do I feel.......well, almost good. He had me get some x-rays before he would adjust me so I ran down the skreet to get them. After a short wait and a little prying into my back, he let me see the pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM CROOKED!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says I have a "touch" of scoliosis. And I can see from the x-ray that I do. My spine does this wiggle thing. It just curves back and forth all the way up. He says he can correct it with a bunch of adjustments but I'm looking at spending another $750 just to meet my deductible on my insurance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't insurance a bitch? I pay out my ass every two weeks for them to charge me an assload to go to a doctor. I JUST met my deductible last year! You mean I have to meet this huge amount EVERY YEAR? What is the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good doctor put me on his table and hooked me up to a machine with electric pads and left me there for about 10 minutes. It felt great, except that at first he had the volts up too high and I could feel my heart vibrate every time the current came through. I was afraid of going into V-Tach! After he electrocuded me a few more times, he popped everything he could. Feels so good! He wants me to come back later this week, but I don't know how that will go according to my insurance. I WOULD like to keep going back though. I sure don't want scoliosis!!!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114168684917846988?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114168684917846988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114168684917846988&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114168684917846988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114168684917846988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-good-doctor.html' title='To the good doctor......'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114167613228062077</id><published>2006-03-06T09:15:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T09:15:32.330-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gypsygrrrl/106602399/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/47/106602399_2f49cb621d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gypsygrrrl/106602399/"&gt;thought.&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/gypsygrrrl/"&gt;.noémi.&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm getting real slow at this. I haven't felt much like socializing. I mostly just feel like watching the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making an appointment with a chiropractor. I still hurt from that slip a few weeks ago and everyone in my office has praised them. I've always wanted to go to a chiropractor and get adjusted, so I'm kinda excited. At this point, I hurt so bad, I'll take my chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to Ron this week. He's off to Baton Rouge to test for his EMT, finally. Another one of us who's behind. Different reasons, though. I'm hoping to be able to get together with him and Melinda before he goes to see if I'm as bad as I think I am. I am bad. Wish us luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Baton Rouge this weekend with my parents to see Bridget and Yves. We all had a great time. The visit was short but sweet. Dad and Yves grilled out Saturday and a lot of their neighbors came over to eat. They live in a "desperate housewives" kind of neighborhood. All the wives stand outside and talk to each other and the kids all play in the street. And the hood has rules that everyone has to follow as to what their houses can or can't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us almost 6 hours to get back home due to two different wrecks on the interstate. One guy smashed into the back of a cop car who was PARKED in the right lane of traffic on a busy busy interstate. I almost ran over to administer CPR but I decided to watch instead. It was out of my "scope of practice" at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sativa has started her own MySpace page. That cat. I swear. I don't know how anyone puts up with all that. She's not very cool, like me, but she does have a mouth on her. She thinks I don't know she's online all day long. Sleepin, my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got some work to finish up. Hopefully, you'll see me again this week.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114167613228062077?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114167613228062077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114167613228062077&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114167613228062077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114167613228062077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/03/thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114139829859396078</id><published>2006-03-03T04:04:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T04:04:58.636-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Goats Nose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/46844259/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/46844259_5c5f9139dd_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/46844259/"&gt;Goats Nose&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm going with Mom and Dad to Baton Rouge tomorrow morning to see Bridget and Yves. I can't wait! I haven't seen the new house or their new hood or anything! Plus I haven't seen them since Christmas. Mom promises I can sleep on the way down there. They must be thinking about leaving pretty early. I hear we're grillin steaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time, when the car shop was still in front of our building, Butch got a goat. He chained the cute little thing to a light pole tie and left him out there to eat all the grass. Every day when I'd drive into work, there'd be that little goat pulling on his chain and yelling. He actually sounded like a kid in pain or dying. It was an awful noise. I went out one day to pet him and saw that he had no water. And this was in the middle of our Lousisiana summer. I found something to put water in and I ended up giving the goat water like three times a day. Every time he seemed so appreciative of it. He'd run away when I walked. Then I'd set the water tin down and I'd just sit right next to it. He had to get near me to drink, I figured. After a few times of me doing that, he started to recognize me everytime I passed, even in my car. I was really starting to get attached to him when Butch took him away. I just came to work one day and he was gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Butch is giving him water.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114139829859396078?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114139829859396078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114139829859396078&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114139829859396078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114139829859396078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/03/goats-nose.html' title='Goats Nose'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114062625486079646</id><published>2006-02-22T05:37:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T05:37:34.923-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sublime Tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/103064046/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/103064046_7e9e78163b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/103064046/"&gt;sublime&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rivers of Babylon - 40 oz to Freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the rivers of Babylon&lt;br /&gt;Where he sat down&lt;br /&gt;And there he wept when he remebered Zion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivity&lt;br /&gt;Required from us a song&lt;br /&gt;How can we singing out for song in a strange land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let the words of our mouth&lt;br /&gt;And the meditations of our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Be acceptable in thy sight&lt;br /&gt;O-verride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the rivers of Babylon&lt;br /&gt;Where he sat down&lt;br /&gt;And there he wept when he remebered Zion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivity&lt;br /&gt;Required from us a song&lt;br /&gt;How can we singing out for song in a strange land&lt;br /&gt;How can we singing out for song in a strange land&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114062625486079646?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114062625486079646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114062625486079646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114062625486079646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114062625486079646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/02/sublime-tribute.html' title='Sublime Tribute'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114062447214005257</id><published>2006-02-22T05:07:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T05:07:52.210-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bradley Nowell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/102604917/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/102604917_7b6bc369db_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/102604917/"&gt;Bradley Nowell&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today would have been Bradley Nowell's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty stressed out lately. Which also means I'm a tad bit grumpy right now too. Not good for anyone around me. I'm finding it hard to have a place to vent. I think I've exhausted my closest friends. I've started writing little tid bits down on paper. It's worked for so many, why not me? I'm not much of a writer or speaker, so most of what I get down on paper doesn't make too much sense. But I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Bradley. I'll be listening to Sublime all day long in tribute. I'm a badfish too, ya know.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114062447214005257?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114062447214005257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114062447214005257&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114062447214005257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114062447214005257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/02/bradley-nowell.html' title='Bradley Nowell'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114052987687561772</id><published>2006-02-21T02:51:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T02:51:16.940-11:00</updated><title type='text'>To Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/102593407/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/102593407_b6c5e76c37_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/102593407/"&gt;To Do&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Looks like a busy day today. I've already added three more things to the list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing a lot of complaining lately. I know my friends are sick of hearing about it so I'm making an effort to stop! Work is stupendous. (overcompensating much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to hang with Roni, Jacob and Ber (and Lil Rob) for about an hour yesterday. It was a nice break from work. I ended up workin until 7:45 last night. It got kinda spooky up here towards the end. I kept hearing this strange noise coming from the back. I just turned my music up louder and tried not to think about it. Was it the ghost? A little while later, G. popped out from the back. I don't know how long he had been back there, so I blame the noises on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is gray and dismal. It's cold, rainy and foggy. It'd be a great day to stay indoors and watch TV or take a nap or two. I guess it's also a stupendous day for work! (I'm lying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it's Tuesday, right?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114052987687561772?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114052987687561772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114052987687561772&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114052987687561772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114052987687561772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-do.html' title='To Do'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114047505828711111</id><published>2006-02-20T11:37:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T11:37:38.350-11:00</updated><title type='text'>In between.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/100781332/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/100781332_5c5a5ec4de_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/100781332/"&gt;Mark &amp;amp; Dale&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have a few papers to print tonight. I'm in between jobs. Just got done with the Chief (the queef) and am waiting on the Caldwell Watchman. Waiting on Becky from Colombia. The picture is of Mark (left) and Dale mannin the press. That's the massive press behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a little break in between printing jobs to hang with my girls. Roni and Jacob are stopping by for a few and I wanna be there when they get there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops!...thought I'd have plenty of time to blog, but I must go push a few buttons!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114047505828711111?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114047505828711111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114047505828711111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114047505828711111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114047505828711111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-between.html' title='In between.....'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114045122159191206</id><published>2006-02-20T05:00:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T05:00:23.353-11:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BRITHDAY, DANNY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/102155225/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/42/102155225_83dc4f4ccf_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/102155225/"&gt;Primus Dashboard&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Danny turned 24 yesterday! I couldn't gather enough strength to sit myself in front of a computer to blog. I did call though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today is ERIN's birthday. So, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, URN! Big 2-3. You so old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Ian's brithday at Ginga's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather turned pretty cold this weekend. I can add two more marks to the number of times I've had to scrape ice from my windshield. All this time, winter has held off and I've enjoyed the warm winter weather. But I hear it's suposed to get back into the 70's later this week. If this keeps up, we'll be wearing tank tops all year round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! There's a lot of work. It's making my sentences not read very well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Happy Birthday, DANNY and ERIN! and Ian!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114045122159191206?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114045122159191206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114045122159191206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114045122159191206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114045122159191206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-brithday-danny.html' title='HAPPY BRITHDAY, DANNY!'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114044567724759471</id><published>2006-02-20T03:27:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T03:27:57.270-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Eyes Should Be Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/brown.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes reflect: Depth and wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's hidden behind your eyes: A tender heart&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Eyes Be?&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/8309904-114044567724759471?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114044567724759471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114044567724759471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114044567724759471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114044567724759471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/02/your-eyes-should-be-brown-your-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-114018395413439653</id><published>2006-02-17T02:45:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T02:45:54.206-11:00</updated><title type='text'>IAN HYLE WHITTINGTON</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/42690619/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/42690619_db388d4417_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/42690619/"&gt;Ian&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY IAN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian Hyle Whittington turns 3 years old today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there will be cupcakes and ice cream at his school today. I'm gonna try to make it to that. He's also having a party tomorrow morning. Should be tons of fun. I'm gonna bring my camera!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Happy Birthday, Ewewin.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-114018395413439653?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/114018395413439653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=114018395413439653&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114018395413439653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/114018395413439653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/02/ian-hyle-whittington.html' title='IAN HYLE WHITTINGTON'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-113987070259587813</id><published>2006-02-13T11:45:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T11:45:02.653-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Words to describe How I Feel Today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sa_ku_ra/12062458/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/8/12062458_33bfb43094_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sa_ku_ra/12062458/"&gt;balloons&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sa_ku_ra/"&gt;sa_ku_ra&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just to out my Monday into words.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disdain&lt;br /&gt;Discontent&lt;br /&gt;pissy&lt;br /&gt;relief&lt;br /&gt;anger&lt;br /&gt;stress&lt;br /&gt;dispirit&lt;br /&gt;undervalue&lt;br /&gt;hatred&lt;br /&gt;disregard&lt;br /&gt;defiance&lt;br /&gt;pride&lt;br /&gt;agravation&lt;br /&gt;agitation&lt;br /&gt;meanness&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-113987070259587813?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/113987070259587813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=113987070259587813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113987070259587813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113987070259587813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/02/words-to-describe-how-i-feel-today.html' title='Words to describe How I Feel Today!'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-113958903085813406</id><published>2006-02-10T05:30:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T05:30:30.936-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/placeinsun/96308289/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/96308289_0c9deee2ef_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/placeinsun/96308289/"&gt;i see you&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/placeinsun/"&gt;placeinsun&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OK, I'm gonna try to redeem myself after saying such nasty things yesterday. Work has just been a bit stressing on me this week. Maybe I've just been in a bad mood. I can't help it though. Work is unfair. And it's unfair to ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad it's Friday. I don't know how much more of this week I could take. Roni and Jacob are coming in this weekend and so is Erin. I might be able to make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoulders are sore. Mom, Cat and I filled in the trenches that Dad dug yesterday. He's hooked up water and electricity to his buildings. I'm impressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to a better weekend.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-113958903085813406?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/113958903085813406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=113958903085813406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113958903085813406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113958903085813406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-see-you-originally-uploaded-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-113951812836540465</id><published>2006-02-09T09:48:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T09:48:48.426-11:00</updated><title type='text'>If only for a day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/carrietaylor/91321690/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/39/91321690_a9f4d994e4_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/carrietaylor/91321690/"&gt;Could Be Useful...&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/carrietaylor/"&gt;Carrie Taylor&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm about to take off for the day and I just wanted to say......&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-113951812836540465?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/113951812836540465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=113951812836540465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113951812836540465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113951812836540465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-only-for-day.html' title='If only for a day.'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-113898425319779429</id><published>2006-02-03T05:30:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T05:30:53.266-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/87354616/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/39/87354616_cfa83ad25b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/87354616/"&gt;Ramada&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What a shitty day. I took some nighttime cold medicine last night right before I laid my head down to sleep. I woke up really groggy and grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran out of hot water 10 minutes into my shower. I got to work extra early because I had a paper to print at 7 (it didn't show up till 8:15). Right at 8 a.m. I got a call from a very unhappy customer.....much stress involving my poor unsuspecting boss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got that paper printed, thinking I had finally gotten something right only to have the press come up and show me the page I got half wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In happier news: Tim and I are roadtrippin all the way to Lafayette to see Roni and Jacob's new place.  I'll be looking foward to it all day.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-113898425319779429?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/113898425319779429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=113898425319779429&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113898425319779429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113898425319779429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/02/ramada.html' title='Ramada'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-113880313377250058</id><published>2006-02-01T03:12:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T03:12:13.860-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Lova(n) Tomas Apr '03 - Jan '06</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/39566051/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/39566051_9ed62f6655_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/39566051/"&gt;Where&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, Mr. Lovan Tomas is no longer with us. He was run over by a car yesterday afternoon. I burried him right next to Roomie at my parents house. He is already very badly missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About three years ago, one of the pressmen from the newspaper brought me and Catherine to the back of the building and showed us three adorable, frightened little kittens that they found hiding in the paper rolls. A few days later, they told me us that the kittens had to go. Either they would end up under the forklift or someone would take them out back and take care of them. I couldn't let them do that! I figured I'd take one of them home with me. I took the little orange one home and Roni and I named him Mr Lovan Tomas after the man who owns the paper. A few days later, I ended up bringing his sister home too. I would have taken the third kitten home too but he was killed by the forklift, just like they said it might happen. Roni, Chris and I fed those two kitties from a medicine dropper every two hours for two weeks, until they could eat solid food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month later, Roni brought home Brena, a solid black kitten from her grandmother's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomas was the most loving cat we owned. He even had a little heart on his paw to show you that he was really a carebear. He loved newspapers (of course!) and he loved all of his little furry friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sniff*sniff)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-113880313377250058?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/113880313377250058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=113880313377250058&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113880313377250058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113880313377250058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/02/mr-lovan-tomas-apr-03-jan-06.html' title='Mr. Lova(n) Tomas Apr &apos;03 - Jan &apos;06'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-113831444310395215</id><published>2006-01-26T11:27:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T11:27:23.173-11:00</updated><title type='text'>She's A Bad Bad Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/91073045/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/23/91073045_a1937d84a2_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/91073045/"&gt;Nope&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Talk about being a bad blogger. I have been one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is beginning to get a little hectic with Johanna going back to school and all. I HAVE been very productive though, I must say. And I swear this place is giving me daily headaches. Just being here. Strangely, they disappear the moment I walk outside. My boss says it's all in my head, but he has to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my weekend at Tim's house. I met Ber and Danielle there and the four of us watched Tim's newly fixed Giant Screen TV. I didn't stay out too long though as it was Friday and I can't stay up past midnight on Fridays for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fiddled around all Saturday morning waiting on Cat to get off work so we could meet Mom and Dad in Rayville. I hung out with the Bryant's until late that night when Erin drove the 25 miles to come get me. And then she drove another 25 miles to take me to her house, another 25 to take me back to Rayville and another 25 home. It was a short trip but very worth it. Rayville always takes my mind off of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so far, this week, I've just been a workin'. Workin hard for tha money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad Roni and Jacob got internet! I feel like she's still just right over in her little office in the corner. I'm fighting the urge to just drop by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's all the juicyness you can handle, isn't it? I bet you're just about to fall outta your chair from the juicy....wet....wait....er, gross....nevermind.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-113831444310395215?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/113831444310395215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=113831444310395215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113831444310395215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113831444310395215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/01/shes-bad-bad-blogger.html' title='She&apos;s A Bad Bad Blogger'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-113805547657816139</id><published>2006-01-23T11:31:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T11:31:16.653-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Sent Me This Stupid Survey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/87446203/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/41/87446203_1a8cd3ba32_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/87446203/"&gt;Culverto&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;01. do you like anyone?: I really really like Trevor 02. do they know it? I don’t think so, please don’t tell!&lt;br /&gt;03. simple or complicated?: it’s always been complicated, but that’s how we like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I N T H E L A S T M O N T H H A V E Y O U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 04. Had sex: Actually, I have!!!!&lt;br /&gt; 05. Bought something: I bought christmas&lt;br /&gt; 06. Gotten sick?: yea but nothing unusual&lt;br /&gt; 07. Been hugged?: Unfortunately, I couldn’t get away from the hugs today.&lt;br /&gt; 08. Felt stupid: oh yea, many times &lt;br /&gt; 09. Talked to an ex: not unless you count that night at the bar where I briefly said hey to one.&lt;br /&gt; 10. Missed someone: all the frickin time &lt;br /&gt; 11. Failed a test: yes, many personal tests&lt;br /&gt; 12. Eaten cereal: many times&lt;br /&gt; 13. Danced crazy: no, I’m not such a dancer, me&lt;br /&gt; 14. Gotten your hair cut? No, actually not. But it needs it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; U N I Q U E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 16. Nervous habits?: I shake my foot and pop my fingers and play with my hands and I giggle a lot for no reason. Yea, I know.&lt;br /&gt; 17. Are you double jointed?: in one or two places, I’m not a freak though!&lt;br /&gt; 18. Can you roll your tongue?: yep, wanna see?&lt;br /&gt; 19. Can you raise one eyebrow?: I can raise both of them bitches!&lt;br /&gt; 20. Can you cross your eyes?: I do all the time. Bryant thinks I look freaky.&lt;br /&gt; 21. Do you make your bed daily?: I pull the covers up so it looks like I kind made it.&lt;br /&gt; 22. Do you think you are unique?: everyone is unique retard!&lt;br /&gt; 23. Said "I Love you" and meant it: I do all the time, I wouldn’t say it without there being some meaning there.&lt;br /&gt; 24. Given money to a homless person?: not recently&lt;br /&gt; 25. Smoked?: yep&lt;br /&gt; 26. Waited all night for a phone call?: well, until I fell asleep&lt;br /&gt; 27. Snuck out?: kinda sorta, when Trevor was in I snuck into my house and back out again.&lt;br /&gt; 28. Sat and looked at the stars?: I didn’t sit cause it was too cold out there, but I’ve gazed upon them many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; M A N N E R S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 29. Do you swear?: like my momma&lt;br /&gt; 30. Do you ever spit?: sometimes you got to!&lt;br /&gt; 31. You cook your own food?: sometimes, and sometimes I cook my familie’s food too!&lt;br /&gt; 32. You do your own chores?: most of them &lt;br /&gt; 33. You like beef jerky?: luv it!&lt;br /&gt; 34. You like pepsi or coke?: coke&lt;br /&gt; 35. You're happy with your hair?: yea, well, er, no, not really but it’s getting there&lt;br /&gt; 36. You own a dog?: I used to, until my mom ran her over&lt;br /&gt; 37. You spend your money wisely?: unfortunately, no, I don’t, but I’m working on that too.&lt;br /&gt; 38. Do you like to swim?: I love to swim, but only in pools! Clean, clear pools of H2O&lt;br /&gt; 39. When you get bored do you call a friend? No, I usually just lay down and pass out for a while.&lt;br /&gt; 40. Are you patient?: I think I have a ton of patience stored up. I can wait for hours if I need to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; D O Y O U P R E F E R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 41. flowers or angels?: as a gift? I guess angels, cause I’ve never gotten one!&lt;br /&gt; 42. gray or black?: grayscale!&lt;br /&gt; 43. Color or black and white photos?: black &amp; white can turn anything timeless&lt;br /&gt; 44. lust or love?: love&lt;br /&gt; 45. sunrise or sunset?: sunrise&lt;br /&gt; 46. M&amp;Ms or Skittles?: M&amp;M’s – it’s the chocolate&lt;br /&gt; 47. rap or rock?: ROCK is the only way to go&lt;br /&gt; 48. staying up late or waking up early?: both is what I do.&lt;br /&gt; 49. being hot or cold?: I love the heat!&lt;br /&gt; 50. Winter or Fall?: fall&lt;br /&gt; 51. left or right: right&lt;br /&gt; 52. having 10 acquaintances or 2 best friends?: 2 best friends!&lt;br /&gt; 53. sunshine or rain? sunshine on my shoulder makes me happy&lt;br /&gt; 54. vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice cream?: chocolate!&lt;br /&gt; 55. boys or girls?: as in do I like? I like boys, well, I like Trevor&lt;br /&gt; 56. vodka or jack?: vodka does me better&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-113805547657816139?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/113805547657816139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=113805547657816139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113805547657816139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113805547657816139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/01/someone-sent-me-this-stupid-survey.html' title='Someone Sent Me This Stupid Survey!'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-113751399605950771</id><published>2006-01-17T05:06:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T05:10:21.313-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Aww shoot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/87354617/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/43/87354617_b29380e58d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/87354617/"&gt;Shots&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm all for the new Chocolate New Orleans so long as it's still the old New Orleans we all know and love, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Roni and Jacob are gone. In celebration of their new digs we all went out to eat and then out to karokee night at the Ramada. I posted pictures from the night, so go check that shit out. I already miss you, Roni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to keep up with posting. I think I'm just feeling a little lazy and maybe just sick of the whole internet. Sitting in front of it for 6 hours a day will do that to you, I think. I never thought I'd see the day when I'd be behind a computer for so long.  Such has been life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, see there? I've wasted so much time looking up bullshit gossip on celebrities that it's just about lunch time.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-113751399605950771?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cnn.com/2006/US/01/17/nagin.city/index.html' title='Aww shoot.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/113751399605950771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=113751399605950771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113751399605950771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113751399605950771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/01/aww-shoot_17.html' title='Aww shoot.'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-113690278298498426</id><published>2006-01-10T03:19:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T03:19:43.036-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there a ghost at the paper?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/garrettc/79979685/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/39/79979685_2b6a7f064c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/garrettc/79979685/"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/garrettc/"&gt;Garrettc&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dennis and I started talking about ghosts sometime last week. He just happened to mention that he thought he had seen something in the camera room. I got chills on my arms and everything cause just the previous week I was here after everyone else had left and I was leaving to go home. I walked around to make sure lights were turned off and doors were shut. I had a camera to put up before I locked that door and walked out. When I opened the camera room, I saw something a little out of place as I glanced up from the door. It scared me a bit and I quickly looked away. At the same time I laughed inside at the thought of a spirit haunting this wrectched place. Who in the hell would want to haunt this shithole? I looked back up and saw nothing. I quickly set the camera down, locked the door and closed it behind me. I took another deep breath and grabbed my shit and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Dennis all about it too. When he said he thought he saw a little girl in the corner of the room, I almost cried. I could just see that scene from The Shining with those two little girls in the hallway. Spooky. Hallways always spook me now. Anyway, what I THOUGHT I saw, looked like a little figure in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis told me he thinks he saw her again last night. I woke up this morning with a rapid heartbeat because I had just dreamed about being in my aunt's haunted house and watchinga  ghost take my keyboard and then type furiously on an old typewriter.I've been thinking about ghosts too much, I see.  Of course, neither of us can say we actually saw a ghost. It may be all in our imagination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this doesn't affect my job now. I'm certainly not gonna want to stay after hours now. This place is creepy enough without the thought of spirits running around. I know it's not the luxurious offices or the plush carpeting that's keeping them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-113690278298498426?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/113690278298498426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=113690278298498426&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113690278298498426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113690278298498426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2006/01/is-there-ghost-at-paper.html' title='Is there a ghost at the paper?'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-113534838341826196</id><published>2005-12-23T03:33:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T03:33:03.493-11:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/34287985/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/23/34287985_9e71ab459d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/34287985/"&gt;Couple&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;CONGRATULATIONS TO JACOB! Not only did the boy graduate Magna Cum Laude but he's already got a new job. Welcome to the working world. May you get holidays and a fat bonus every year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There won't be many posts between now and the new year. My family is due to arrive this afternoon and there is still lots to be done. AND Trevor flys in on Monday, so I mos def won't be online very much. I hope everyone has a great holiday. I know I will. Everyone in my family will be here this year plus all of my bestest friends are going to be here. It's a guaranteed great time this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Cat and I set up another bed in the house and got another mattress out of storage. Our house is going to be very full this weekend. I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're letting us go early today too. God bless them. It's so slow these couple of days before Christmas. Everyone is busy with their own lives for the moment, which leaves us in peace for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a great Christmas, however you celebrate.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-113534838341826196?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/113534838341826196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=113534838341826196&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113534838341826196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113534838341826196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!!'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-113458585144214410</id><published>2005-12-14T07:44:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T07:44:11.490-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair today....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/73511482/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/20/73511482_6ea3c0d072_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/73511482/"&gt;Hair&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I very very recently dyed part of my hair. Ok, well, by the time I got finished, I had actually dyed all of my hair. Not too long ago, I dyed the underpart of my hair a dark brown. No one noticed it very much so I decided to try a little bit darker. What I had not decided on was what dark color to dye it. It ended up blue after I couldn't resist a tub of Manic Panic the other day at the Salley Jesse Raphael Beauty Mart Palace here in town. I've been staring at the bottle for a few days and last night I was bored, so I took to the bathroom like Golum and didn't come out for another hour. Our bathroom now looks like a smurf spontaneously exploded and bled blue blood all over the place. Either that or we murdered him beginning in the sink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty sure that it was noticeable this time. I showed my parents this morning and was met with the usual, "What the hell color is that and why did you do that to your hair?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is something going on with you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to take some pictures of it in the bathroom mirror here at work but the lights aren't so good, so they didn't come out very well color-wise. Check out that cool wallpaper behind me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should also check back tomorrow. I'm taking a camera home with me tonight. At the end of the road by our house, there's a dead dog and a deer carcus that look specially gross that I want a picture of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite customers has broguht on the burden of laying out a schedule for the next year. I curse the man every year for his ability to change his mind in a split second. I'm gonna be ready for him this year though. I'm about to devote the next 20 minutes to running off 5 copies of a calendar. I know it's gonna take at least that many times of rewriting the schedule to please him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I'm gonna go try to donate blood out front.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-113458585144214410?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/113458585144214410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=113458585144214410&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113458585144214410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113458585144214410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/12/hair-today.html' title='Hair today....'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-113442844590552845</id><published>2005-12-12T12:00:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T12:00:45.960-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/68757091/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/68757091_cc7634a3ba_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/68757091/"&gt;Cheers&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I, too have been a bad blogger as of late. Work has been busy and I kinda cheated on Blogger. I recently set up a thing over on myspace. I've been devoting a lot of free time to looking for people I know. I didn't know that many people were connected! (By the way, Telle, I found you too!) This picture is of some people partying in Canada, so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte got married this weekend. I took pictures with my trusty camera. Turns out that damn camera wasn't quite as trusting as I had hoped. Not a lot of them came out very pretty. There was a lot of low lights. I'll post a few of her wedding pics so you can see her new hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned on going out with the girls, but I'm quite a big loser and fell asleep very early. I'm going over to Ber's after work to see Tomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.....none of that made much sense, I'm done.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-113442844590552845?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/113442844590552845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=113442844590552845&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113442844590552845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113442844590552845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/12/cheers.html' title='Cheers'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-113391626544312727</id><published>2005-12-06T13:44:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T13:44:25.496-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending Time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/68765475/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/18/68765475_41b8b382d8_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/68765475/"&gt;Rich Bitch&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With all this working I should be getting paid like a whore, but alas, my paycheck still looks like it did back in the day. Did I hear Jerry say he'd give me a raise? I was prolly just trippin, shoot. And it's official, I've been here for 12 hours today. So far. I still have two more papers to print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange the calls this place gets after hours. I think I won't answer the phone anymore. I keep answering thinking it just might be important. It always ends up being someone looking for someone I never even knew worked here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go home and file my nails and make them look all pretty. I get to play hand model tomorrow for Tasha. (She wore the cutest shoes today!) Look for my rings in the paper this week. Then you can say you totally know that hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession: I love that Black Eyed Peas song "My Humps" I love it! Fergie makes me want to shake my lovely lady lumps down at the disco. I think I can get my bangs to look like hers....So, I guess it's a good thing I'm the only one in the building cause I have My Humps rockin out pretty loud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to another paper.....&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-113391626544312727?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/113391626544312727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=113391626544312727&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113391626544312727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113391626544312727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/12/spending-time.html' title='Spending Time....'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-113382453715022002</id><published>2005-12-05T12:15:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T12:15:37.203-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival Left Overs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/70529224/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/70529224_9e32ec5c78_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/70529224/"&gt;Crowd&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My henious work week has begun. But so far, it hasn't been too bad. I've only printed one paper though so give me till tomorrow and I'll be freakin out in no time. I only had one little problem so far, and I knew how to fix it but Dennis made me second guess myself and I sat for about 20 minutes before I realized I had it fixed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas Festival came and went again this year. Just flew right by. My girls and I walked from Ber's house all the way to the festival to watch the parade from the cemetary. We walked the tracks back to her house and took one of our cars to the fireworks. I decided not to go to any parties afterwards and instead went home and watched some Sex and the City. Lame! I did have a swell time thanks to Ber, Danielle and Roni though, so thanks, girls! And I will be having another swell weekend coming up also thanks to my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad spent the fesitval making meatpies with the family. They made 79 dozen this year. I promised to save you guys some and I will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to go print one more paper and try and weezzell my way outta prepping the next one. Maybe I can Dennis to do it and let me watch. I like to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it might be a few minutes on that paper. Our editor is trying to decide on which crotch shot to use on the front page. Poor chunky girls. They have this one picture of some girls in the Christmas parade and they've all got their legs up in the air doing a kick. You can see the front two girls crotches very clearly and they're kinda chunky girls, so she's looking for a better picture to put there. When she's done with that, I can print!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-113382453715022002?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/113382453715022002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=113382453715022002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113382453715022002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113382453715022002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/12/festival-left-overs.html' title='Festival Left Overs'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-113354396089725970</id><published>2005-12-02T06:19:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T06:19:20.936-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Drink It All In</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/68761436/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/9/68761436_b7515f6bc5_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/68761436/"&gt;Drink Up&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's Christmas Festival weekend! This might be the first time in quite a few years that I might be going totally sober! Can you believe that? Normally, we can barely pick ourselves up off the sidewalk. Though I must say, GREAT TIMES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Galliens are making meatpies this weekend too. I may decide to just go out there and help out even though I rarely eat them. It's always a lot of fun to get all flourly and listen to my aunts and uncles argue with each other. More great times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little nervous about work next week. Dennis won't be here so I get to do his job. Here's hoping I don't screw things over too badly! I'm joking, I swear! I'm just not looking forward to being him next week. Too much work on this tiny paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all getting off early here. And for once, I am too. The news department buckled up and got thier shit done by 10 this morning and the weekend paper is already on its way to the press. And I did all of my "afternoon" chores earlier, so I can go home too! It's been soo long since I've been off at noon, I don't know what to do with myself! I wonder if Cat can get off?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-113354396089725970?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/113354396089725970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=113354396089725970&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113354396089725970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113354396089725970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/12/drink-it-all-in.html' title='Drink It All In'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-113344676965141855</id><published>2005-12-01T03:19:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T03:19:29.703-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Postcard Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/68761411/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/12/68761411_f5e3b5ece8_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/68761411/"&gt;Deception Postcard&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, I came back. I wish I didn't have to to. At least not so soon. I had a really great trip and the best time hanging out with my boy. He took me around to see all the beautiful places on the island. I love new places. Especially when it's all so different than where I'm at. I psoted most of my picutres from my trip on Flickr, so you can go check those out. I didn't have a very big card for my camera so I didn't get too many. Not like that time we went to New York and came back with 650 pictures. I wish I had Chris there to follow us around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deception Pass is the main bridge on the island and it connects the island to the mainland of Washington. I think the only other way to get on/off the island are the ferries. I can't remember just how high up the bridge is but it sits somewhere near 150 feet above the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to eat at a lot of great places. I can't remember the last time I ate that much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm back home and back to work. I hope the next three weeks fly by...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-113344676965141855?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/113344676965141855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=113344676965141855&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113344676965141855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113344676965141855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/12/postcard-perfect.html' title='Postcard Perfect'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-113275456677775263</id><published>2005-11-23T03:02:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T03:02:46.836-11:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so happy I could pee my pants right now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fl8us/57918091/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/57918091_b85ef57490_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fl8us/57918091/"&gt;lovers&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/fl8us/"&gt;Hoser Dude&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One quick post before I leave...on a jet plane......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to you. I'm so excited, I can barely think! I came into work for a few hours to get some work done so the other girls won't get stuck with too much work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna feel great not to have to think about deadlines for once! I can't wait! Well...this is my farewell!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-113275456677775263?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/113275456677775263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=113275456677775263&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113275456677775263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113275456677775263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-so-happy-i-could-pee-my-pants-right.html' title='I&apos;m so happy I could pee my pants right now.'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-113275455235405174</id><published>2005-11-23T03:02:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T03:02:32.360-11:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so happy I could pee my pants right now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fl8us/57918091/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/57918091_b85ef57490_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fl8us/57918091/"&gt;lovers&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/fl8us/"&gt;Hoser Dude&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One quick post before I leave...on a jet plane......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to you. I'm so excited, I can barely think! I came into work for a few hours to get some work done so the other girls won't get stuck with too much work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna feel great not to have to think about deadlines for once! I can't wait! Well...this is my farewell!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-113275455235405174?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/113275455235405174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=113275455235405174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113275455235405174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113275455235405174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-so-happy-i-could-pee-my-pants-right_23.html' title='I&apos;m so happy I could pee my pants right now.'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-113269148496333775</id><published>2005-11-22T09:31:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T09:31:25.023-11:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm off to see the WIZARD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mjanean/34965168/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/23/34965168_c6b6b03d55_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mjanean/34965168/"&gt;Deception Pass bridge&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mjanean/"&gt;mjanean&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm on my way to see Trevor! I'm on my way to see Trevor! I'm on my way to see Trevor!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited, can't you see??? I can't wait to get on that plane!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite a hectic week at work, with the early deadlines and all. I'm glad to be getting away from it for a while. When I come back from Seattle, work will be a little MORE hectic. Dennis is leaving for a week and I'm still trying to figure things out. I'l manage somehow, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just deleted over 7,000 pictures from my computer today. Took me 3 hours to go through and delete them all. In the past 10 months, we had taken over 9,000 pictures. Anytime anyone has ever taken a camera and taken pictures for our paper, I had those. I stopped myself a few times before I could actually push the button to "Permantly Delete" them. I sure hope we don't need those! Of those 9,000, I've taken 1,000 in the past 6 months. I don't know what I'm gonna do when I leave this place. I love that camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope y'all have a great Thanksgiving, I know I will! I probably won't blog for another week. I'll be too busy humping Trevor's leg to even think about the internet!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-113269148496333775?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/113269148496333775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=113269148496333775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113269148496333775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113269148496333775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-off-to-see-wizard.html' title='I&apos;m off to see the WIZARD!'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-113226499824576338</id><published>2005-11-17T11:03:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T11:03:21.116-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2005 in Natchitoches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/64278055/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/64278055_9a45c43529_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/64278055/"&gt;Group 1&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I finally got the pictures from Cat and here are the kids all dressed up for Halloween. Hannah is Belle, Ian is Dora, River is Satan's angel and Bryant is the Blue Power Ranger.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-113226499824576338?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/113226499824576338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=113226499824576338&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113226499824576338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113226499824576338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/11/halloween-2005-in-natchitoches.html' title='Halloween 2005 in Natchitoches'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-113217632208410962</id><published>2005-11-16T10:25:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T10:25:22.126-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Where was I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/61894632/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/61894632_adedf103df_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/61894632/"&gt;Mirror&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's been hella crazy/bizzay here at work this week. I tried my hardest to work on Monday but I was overcome with the sickness. I spent most of my time at work in the bathroom. You probably don't want to hear this but there was shit all over the bathroom! It was dripping off a toilet, smeared on the rim of the seat and still in the bowl. Everytime I went in there it was worse than before. Once, I went in and there were two people in one stall and one of them was taking a shit, I know. Ugh! I couldn't take it much longer and just had to go home. I tried to sleep the rest of the day away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt better on Tuesday. I ended up working till 6:30 just so I could catch up with all the work around here. And I've spent the rest of my free time catching up on missed shows. Did anyone see the last episode of Laguna? (crackin out) Screw next season! That shit looks retarded! No one wants to see Miss Noone's little sister go through the same shit. Unless she's the biggest, sluttiest bitch around the Guna. Then I might want to watch. No? You don't watch that show? Don't lie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The OC is ending its season too. I didn't get enough drama rama yet and I don't want it to end! I need my Marissa. This season wasn't nearly as good. What is happening to my shitty TV shows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still smell you RS........your putrid cologne lingers long after you're gone......ick. One of our usual customers comes in twice a week and walks around the office. Even after he's been gone for 30 minutes, you can still smell his cologne. Now that's just a little much, don't ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that's enough nonsense for one day.....just enough to get you all caught up again.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-113217632208410962?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/113217632208410962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=113217632208410962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113217632208410962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113217632208410962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/11/where-was-i.html' title='Where was I?'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-113163876237116629</id><published>2005-11-10T05:06:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T05:06:02.423-11:00</updated><title type='text'>NYSL Red Dragons 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/45050404/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/45050404_84ae9ecd6d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/45050404/"&gt;Red Dragons&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Red Dragons' last game of the season is this afternoon.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-113163876237116629?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/113163876237116629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=113163876237116629&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113163876237116629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113163876237116629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/11/nysl-red-dragons-2005.html' title='NYSL Red Dragons 2005'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-113155553769804896</id><published>2005-11-09T05:58:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T05:58:57.756-11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Office Around Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalldogs/61428151/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/61428151_3be92d6759_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smalldogs/61428151/"&gt;3pm sugar crash&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/smalldogs/"&gt;smalldogs&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have you ever seen that show The Office? I work there. Complete with all the sexual innuendo's. It's a hoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one guy comes into work every day and says, "I feel like I just left here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him to get used to it, we're your life now. And it's true, I see more of these people than I do my own family and I live with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you when each of my coworkers goes to take a shit. That's how much time I spend with these people. You can just tell. They come from that hallway looking all relaxed like they just took the kids to the nanny, er, pool. That and sometimes their shirts are all tucked in nice and neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least once a week, I get something like a pencil or a rubber chicken thrown at my head. Sometimes the little kitty I have propped up on my monitor will go missin. I'll find it later that afternoon over on Dennis' monitor having relations with his little rubber donkey. (pun intended)I got to look out for myself around here. I usually get mine in too though. Just this morning, I addressed a company e-mail with "Pennis" instead of "Dennis". I'm a bad ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love working here.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-113155553769804896?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/113155553769804896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=113155553769804896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113155553769804896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113155553769804896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/11/office-around-me.html' title='The Office Around Me'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-113137343318543559</id><published>2005-11-07T03:23:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T03:23:56.140-11:00</updated><title type='text'>This Shoulda Been Me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/7155677/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/7/7155677_3ac742a629_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/7155677/"&gt;Dead Crow&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, I'm just gonna go ahead and say that I had a shitty weekend. Cause all in all, it was shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday started out pretty good. I had everything ready to go and I felt confident about taking my test. I felt really confident. I met up with my classmate around 3 p.m. and we left Natchitoches close to 5. We practised our shit for most of the drive. Until it got too dark to see. I woke up at a fresh 4:30 Saturday morning and ws ready to go by 6. I even had some continental breakfast courtesy of my shmotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire experience at the BEMS is hard to describe. I'll just say that it was the most stressed out and uncomfortable I've been ever. I don't think I even want to recount what happened that day. It's too embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I shocked someone 12 times before just getting up and walking out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finally got back home, I jumped in the shower and got ready to go meet my girls. We went to a few bars and ended up back at Ber's house. I hope I didn't ruin anyone's time at Antoon's. I just couldn't take it any longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my girls for taking me out and helping me forget my terrible day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to do a little work. I think I'll be taking a long lunch today.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-113137343318543559?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/113137343318543559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=113137343318543559&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113137343318543559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113137343318543559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-shoulda-been-me.html' title='This Shoulda Been Me....'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-113094777570989233</id><published>2005-11-02T05:09:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T05:09:35.776-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Weak and weary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/69939762@N00/58986413/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/58986413_ce1a943b2b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/69939762@N00/58986413/"&gt;game: which is the finger from my girlfriend?&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/69939762@N00/"&gt;fotofix&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'll try to do this fast. My computer has shut down on me thrice this morning. Me and one other girl share a power strip and with all this cold weather, we're shorting it out with both of our heaters on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to report. I've been sick for the past few days. The usual sickness. Can't figure out why, I'm just sick. My EMT test is this Saturday. I'm trying not to stress out about it but as of right now, I'm driving my not so trusty car and sleeping in the parking lot of the testing site. I'm kinda hoping that one of my classmates is able to find us somewhere to stay. Keep your fingers crossed. I think I'll do fine on the written part of the exam. It's the physical part I'm worried about. I know I can do it, I'm just nervous about what they're gonna throw at me unexpectedly. I should be expecting something, I just don't know what. Whether I pass or not, I will continue on......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I need to go, I'm starting to feel something....must....make it.......to the........couch...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-113094777570989233?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/113094777570989233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=113094777570989233&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113094777570989233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113094777570989233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/11/weak-and-weary.html' title='Weak and weary'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-113078522052961139</id><published>2005-10-31T08:00:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T08:00:20.596-11:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HALLOWEEEEEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/56570423/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/56570423_c176c29a0a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/56570423/"&gt;Boots&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First and formost: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JACOB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooo tired today. My body feels like it's been partying all weekend but that wasn't the case. I only did two thing remotely fun this weekend. The first of those being when Cat and I took the kids to the Witch Way to Main Street for some crappy trick or treating. And I say crappy because they didn't get nearly as much chocolate as they should have. I wanted tons more chocolate but most of them were handing out hard candy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night I met up with Ber and Danielle and we went to the Ramada to hear Ashley Crawford play and sing. I was gonna stay to listen to Teresa play but I had to go pick Tim up! Except that I ended up not going anywhere after I got to Tim's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped Cat with the house, which is why I'm so tired! But we got just about everything done! Saying goodbye to 301 White Oak Lane is sad even for me. But I'm postitive things are better this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture is from the ones that Tasha took last week for the paper. Like my socks?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-113078522052961139?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/113078522052961139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=113078522052961139&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113078522052961139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113078522052961139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-halloweeeeen.html' title='HAPPY HALLOWEEEEEN!'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-113018937527158866</id><published>2005-10-24T10:29:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T10:29:35.673-11:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/88383949@N00/4112087/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/3/4112087_0095eb5923_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/88383949@N00/4112087/"&gt;tuesday&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/88383949@N00/"&gt;edgetolife&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have another car ad!!! UGH!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-113018937527158866?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/113018937527158866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=113018937527158866&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113018937527158866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113018937527158866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/10/ugh.html' title='UGH!'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-113018523633309851</id><published>2005-10-24T09:20:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T09:20:36.436-11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gallien Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/55586758/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/55586758_0b8f52bc6e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/55586758/"&gt;Feeding Time&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My, where has the time gone to today? Nowhere, I tell ya! This day can't swoosh by fast enough. I'm bored today. Tomorrow will be another story, I'm sure. I've come to accept Tuesdays. I just jump right in and hold on until I can't get everything done. I had a fantastic weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped Cat do some packing and moving on Friday. I was supposed to hang out with Ber and Danielle, but I got caught up helping out. We did a little more packin Saturday afternoon. I went Ashley and Trey's wedding, which was really beautiful. I got quite drunk at the fabulous reception and had to be driven home. I woke up Sunday with a massive headache and a quesy stomach. I think I might have actually still been drunk when I got up. The bathroom was still spinning when I got out of the shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family reunion was really nice this year. There wasn't a whole lot going on other than a lot of talking and cooking. Everyone ate and then went home. I spent most of my time walking around talking or jumping on the trampoline with Ian and Bryant. We taught them how to play Break The Egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home with the intention of sleeping all afternoon but decided to go back to Cat's to do some more packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted a few pictures from the weekend. I didn't take a ton like I normally do. I didn't really feel taking any pictures. I did, however, get a picture of all three of the newest babies, Rebecca, Nick and Chloe. You can really see the family resemblances.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-113018523633309851?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/113018523633309851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=113018523633309851&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113018523633309851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113018523633309851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/10/gallien-family-reunion.html' title='The Gallien Family Reunion'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-113015857531043844</id><published>2005-10-24T01:56:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T10:15:53.646-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yolise/54809645/"&gt;heresoneimadeearlier&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/yolise/"&gt;yolise&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: Au Natural&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/au-natural.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rank up there with your seduction skills, though you might not know it.&lt;br /&gt;That's because you're a natural at seduction. You don't realize your power!&lt;br /&gt;The root of your natural seduction power: your innocence and optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who happily plays around and creates a unique little world.&lt;br /&gt;Little do you know that your personal paradise is so appealing that it sucks people in.&lt;br /&gt;You find joy in everything - so is it any surprise that people find joy in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring back the inner child in everyone you meet with your sincere and spontaneous ways.&lt;br /&gt;Your childlike (but not childish) behavior also inspires others to care for you.&lt;br /&gt;As a result, those who you befriend and date tend to be incredibly loyal to you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-113015857531043844?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/113015857531043844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=113015857531043844&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113015857531043844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/113015857531043844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/10/heresoneimadeearlier-originally.html' title=''/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-112990238217779607</id><published>2005-10-21T02:46:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T02:46:22.240-11:00</updated><title type='text'>"He looked like most carnies - mullet, missing teeth, holey t-shirt and dirty jeans."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/digital_art/54417051/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/54417051_7f1a1e1370_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/digital_art/54417051/"&gt;Gelterswoog&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/digital_art/"&gt;Digital Art&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This meme came from Yaya.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meme Instructions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Delve into your blog archive.&lt;br /&gt;2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions. Ponder it for meaning, subtext or hidden agendas...&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag five people to do the same &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He looked like most carnies - mullet, missing teeth, holey t-shirt and dirty jeans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link to the actual post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_suckonthat_archive.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date would be Monday, October 18th. Somehow, this takes me back an entire year. That link will take you to my October Archives, so you'll have to scroll down, that is, if you even care to read it. I'll give you a lil recap so you won't have to. Roni and I took Ber to the parish fair. Our family reunion was underway, much like it is right now. I had taken Trevor for the first time since we were in 8th grade. On our way home, we stopped at the Grand Ecore visitors center. I had also posted a ton of pictures too, but they're all gone by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, now you don't have to read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not really much "looking into" on that one.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-112990238217779607?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/112990238217779607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=112990238217779607&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112990238217779607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112990238217779607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/10/he-looked-like-most-carnies-mullet.html' title='&quot;He looked like most carnies - mullet, missing teeth, holey t-shirt and dirty jeans.&quot;'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-112983654700317775</id><published>2005-10-20T08:29:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T08:29:07.063-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheese!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nitelynx/54029377/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/31/54029377_aa94cc29d9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nitelynx/54029377/"&gt;Cheese!!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/nitelynx/"&gt;NiteLynx&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Isn't that the sweetest face ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get a little excited about the reunion this weekend. I always enjoy going out to the farm and there will be sooo many people there this weekend. I'm a little sad that I don't have Trevor to drag along with me. I like to sneak him off to the  bayou. I'm sure I won't have quite as much fun as I would if he were there. Instead I'll either walk around try to eat everything I see or I'll perch myself in the back of Dad's truck and scavenge a few bites from the grill. Fat girl's gotta eat, ya know. There won't be a ton of fried turkey like I had hoped. They couldn't find the big ones anywhere around here. They opted for Hobo chicken or drunk chicken AND fried chicken. Tons of chicken is expected! My mouth is watering just thinking about it! Mmm...chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has flown by. Monday came and went without even telling me it was here. I barely remember the day. I was so busy at work on Tuesday that I barely had time to put on Carmex! You can just imagine the horror of NO CARMEX. Ahh! I spent most of Wednesday looking up celebrity news on the internet. Surprisingly it took up the majority of my day. The work has just kept coming in today. It's like a constant stream, once I get one thing done, someone else is handing me another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, there is no news. At least there's nothing new. And since there's no new news, did anyone watch Laguna this week? I know I'm late, but I was bizzay when that shit came on the first time, so I just caught up on it last night. How in the hell can these people sleep at night knowing that their children are running around in brand spankin new BMW SUV's!????! How? And why hasn't Kristen called me back? I mean, we had plans to go shopping together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to post more later, I just don't have the time to sit and think about you.....&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-112983654700317775?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/112983654700317775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=112983654700317775&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112983654700317775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112983654700317775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/10/cheese.html' title='Cheese!!'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-112967432357023986</id><published>2005-10-18T11:25:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T11:25:23.653-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Let there be work....and there was.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/beezy/52139903/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/52139903_9fb697e9a1_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/beezy/52139903/"&gt;Let there be lights&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/beezy/"&gt;Beezy.&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A Growing List of Thing To Do Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• A birthday day with a chicken theme.&lt;br /&gt;• An ad for an oil changing business.&lt;br /&gt;• Four real estate ads.&lt;br /&gt;• Pull birthday card with chicken theme from my ass, or make one, which ever one comes out easier...must be slighty different than the ad, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;• Look for classmate's M.O.&lt;br /&gt;• Call classmates and check on test.&lt;br /&gt;• Magee's ad&lt;br /&gt;• Make changes to Honda ad, e-mail and call reps&lt;br /&gt;• Download pics from cameras&lt;br /&gt;• Check tomorrow's paper for anything missing&lt;br /&gt;• Call Mom&lt;br /&gt;• Call for changes and approval of blasted car ad.&lt;br /&gt;• Three real estate ads.&lt;br /&gt;• Scan in news' pictures&lt;br /&gt;• Call chihuahua woman back about her refund&lt;br /&gt;• Bullshit with customer until they're havin a good enough time to pay $345 for this ad.&lt;br /&gt;• Check out Life page before she leaves.&lt;br /&gt;• Burn CD of crazy whack music for co-worker&lt;br /&gt;• Finsh off To Do list before time to go home!&lt;br /&gt;• Pack and go!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-112967432357023986?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/112967432357023986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=112967432357023986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112967432357023986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112967432357023986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/10/let-there-be-workand-there-was.html' title='Let there be work....and there was.'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-112957334384253527</id><published>2005-10-17T07:22:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T07:22:23.896-11:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Long Strange Trip it's Been</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93332569@N00/4595288/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/3/4595288_5d9afc751e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93332569@N00/4595288/"&gt;Ber Roni and Danny&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/93332569@N00/"&gt;yayaempress&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I pulled this picture from Yaya's collection. I wanted to see some familiar faces. You've got Ber there on the left, giving Danny her "I want that hat" look, Roni in the middle attentively listening to the fire and Danny there on the right stirring things up with his big, long stick. This was back when one of my cousin's was getting married and my whole family had come in for it. We all ended up at Cat's house around the bonfire. I think this might have been the first time my family had seen all of my friends together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty good weekend. I went to the NSU parade Friday night with Roni, Jacob and Grace. We got there just in time to see the end of the parade. Roni and I inched towards the stage to watch the performances, which kinda sucked. The cheerleaders dropped each other and the dancers were all out of sync and shit. Even our high school pep squad was better than that. We met Tim at El Nipple and the four of us went back to Jacob's to hang out for a few before returning to our parent's house to pass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up early Saturday morning for the soccer game. We had a lot of fun playing the Parker team. I like playing teams where their coach has the same philosophy on playing as we do. We let the kids take the ball waaaay outta  bounds. I mean, way out there. Like, unless it's in someone else's field, then we'll blow the whistle. And only if that other team is actually playing. It works out great for the kids. They end up using all of their energy in the first half and by the end of the game, they're all ready for naps! That makes the parents love us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the other team's coach's son, Jay was on my first soccer team and our baseball team this summer. One of my players got hurt in the last half. He was chasing a ball to the goal and tripped right in front of the goal and rammed his shoulder into the goal post. After some good crying and a little touchy touchy by a parent/doctor he was good to go and almost scored a goal in the next play. Bryant almost scored too. I wish you could've seen the look on his face when he saw the opportunity to score, he took it and almost got it. It was priceless...and soo cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to RCIA before church too. I really like this class. I've already learned two things I didn't know before. One: the difference between the Catholic and the Protestant bibles, and Two: things I never knew about the Israelites. I left there eager to return next week, but next week is the Gallien Family Reunion. I'm almost certain my entire weekend will be set forth by the reunion. I think I'm supposed to make chicken salad sandwiches or something like that. I say, good luck! I don't think they've ever eaten chicken salad sandwiches from me. I sure hope Just Friends will be open this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't take too much of your time. I was just handed a car ad. Muther F*cker. That's all I'm gonna say about this one, I promise! I won't say how much I absolutely hate doing these things. Or how I can't wait to jump off a bridge. No, I'll keep my pie hole shut this time.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-112957334384253527?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/112957334384253527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=112957334384253527&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112957334384253527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112957334384253527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-long-strange-trip-its-been.html' title='What a Long Strange Trip it&apos;s Been'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-112894902822428102</id><published>2005-10-10T01:57:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T01:57:08.276-11:00</updated><title type='text'>You Want What? Useless listings?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/39566052/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/39566052_4ceee9d984_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/39566052/"&gt;You Want What&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quirk:: Quark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crystal:: freckles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pet Peeve:: Peeve the pet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuban:: cigars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Breasts::  yittles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whispers:: among the pines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complicated:: situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Promise me:: forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Murder:: never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Filament:: how many does it take to screw in a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-112894902822428102?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/112894902822428102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=112894902822428102&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112894902822428102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112894902822428102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-want-what-useless-listings.html' title='You Want What? Useless listings?'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-112861194620109515</id><published>2005-10-06T04:19:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T04:19:06.266-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired by Ber &amp; Gwen:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prettyloser/49940051/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/49940051_2a9500cfe3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prettyloser/49940051/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/prettyloser/"&gt;prety_loser&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Name: Big Fat Faye&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: Last Day of School 1983&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace: Bossier City, Louisiana...and I didn't fall far from the tree, it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;Current Location: Small Town o'Drama, Louisiana&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: Busted&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: golden brown locks&lt;br /&gt;Height: Too tall for heels, too short for the WNBA (my dreams are being stepped on by taller women)&lt;br /&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed: Right tighty&lt;br /&gt;Your Heritage: My mom came from Campti and my dad from Rayville. But, me, I grew up right cheer in Natchitoches.&lt;br /&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today: My favorite designer flip flops from Old Navy. They were like half my paycheck one time!&lt;br /&gt;Your Weakness: Boys straight from a shower, a sailor and chocolate. Put chocolate on anything and I'm all over it.&lt;br /&gt;Your Fears: the dentist, first and foremost, authority, &lt;br /&gt;Your Perfect Pizza: Lots of dough and sauce, special sauce, and mushrooms. I love those little things!&lt;br /&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: Get out of debt!&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: "really?"&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up: Where's Sativa? I just know she's about to stick her nose in my eye.&lt;br /&gt;Your Best Physical Feature: My ulna/radius is quite charming, I do say. Especially my left one with the lil birthmark on it.&lt;br /&gt;Your Bedtime: Not until I've told Trevor goodnight and told him how much I miss his ass in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Missed Memory: Trevor's naked body towering above  me...was that too graphic?&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Coke!&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds or Burger King: McDonald's, so long as it's cooked properly&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: Groups! I like to have everyone there and drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton is the only one allowed in my house.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Who has chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee: Coffee, every morning, until I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you Smoke: I have a few times. Please don't tell my momma.&lt;br /&gt;Do you Swear: I think my first word was "Fuckin-A"!&lt;br /&gt;Do you Sing: I used to when I had an iPod to drown out my own voice in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Do you Shower Daily: Sometimes, even twice a day! Don't you want to lick my knee?&lt;br /&gt;Have you Been in Love: I've been in love before, yea, I have.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to go to College: Honestly, no, I'd rather have it handed to me. Please?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get Married: I do!&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in yourself: I believe in miracles. I believe in unicorns and I beleive in magic.&lt;br /&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness: Only if my stomach has decided to throw a party.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are Attractive: Yea, at least enough to get Trevor and that's all that matters!&lt;br /&gt;Are you a Health Freak: No, but I wish I were.&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your Parents: Oh yea, boy. They support me 100%!&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms: Yep, I like to stand in them and yell at the gods to stop with all the bowling up there.&lt;br /&gt;Do you play an Instrument: In general, I'm not allowed to touch things of value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: Yes, with great results!&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Smoked: Yep&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs: Hugs, not drugs, man...&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date: No, I can't get Trevor to ask me out or anything.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall: Sadly, no.....could be why I look like this.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: Hell no! That goes straight to your ass.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi: There are no sushi places around here. And if there were, I don't think I'd eat it. Sushi from the south ain't sushi.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage: I've been TO Stage, but not on it.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped: No, but I've taken a dump.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: I go every night.....in my shower....&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything: I stole some sugar and this Better Than Ezra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been Drunk: I've never pissed myself while drunk, if that's what you really wanted to ask.&lt;br /&gt;Ever been called a Tease: Back in the days, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Ever been Beaten up: Not yet.....say somthing, slut.&lt;br /&gt;Ever Shoplifted: One time I was grocery shopping with my mom and I ate a whole bag of donuts, but she paid for them after she realized I ate em.&lt;br /&gt;How do you want to Die: in  my sleep, right?&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up: Happy and content sounds good&lt;br /&gt;What country would you most like to Visit: Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What You Like in a Boy/Girl..&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Eye Color: I love green eyes, but everyone's eyes are beautiful if you really look into them.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Hair Color: Doesn't really matter&lt;br /&gt;Short or Long Hair: It depends on the style, as long as it looks good on them.&lt;br /&gt;Height: I like em a little taller than me.&lt;br /&gt;Weight: As long as it works for them, it works for me.&lt;br /&gt;Best Clothing Style: I have to agree with ber here. They need to have thier own style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken: Can anyone really out a number on the drugs they've done? &lt;br /&gt;Number of CDs I own: It's close to a 50 or so.&lt;br /&gt;Number of Piercings: 4 in my left ear, 2 in my right&lt;br /&gt;Number of Tattoos: deuce&lt;br /&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret: 3 or 4.....&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-112861194620109515?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/112861194620109515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=112861194620109515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112861194620109515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112861194620109515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/10/inspired-by-ber-gwen.html' title='Inspired by Ber &amp; Gwen:'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-112853837163239697</id><published>2005-10-05T07:52:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T07:52:51.726-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Make You Feel That Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/xip/49414314/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/49414314_31013c306d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/xip/49414314/"&gt;Sol  sobre el Garraf.&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/xip/"&gt;xip&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wanted to post a nice warm fuzzy picture today. I think we all need it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that all hell has broken loose around this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want us all to be happy right now. So, go ahead and take 30 seconds to think about everything that makes you happy....or think of nothing at all. Just try not to think about what's happenin right now. It's only 30 seconds...here, look at this picture and imagine that's you walking along the shoreline there.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-112853837163239697?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/112853837163239697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=112853837163239697&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112853837163239697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112853837163239697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/10/make-you-feel-that-way.html' title='Make You Feel That Way'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-112836132591196998</id><published>2005-10-03T06:42:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T06:42:05.966-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Friday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/candid/40587917/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/40587917_e3a0d870f5_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/candid/40587917/"&gt;sir grumps-a-lot&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/candid/"&gt;candid&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have to get out of this grumopy mood this mirnin. I woke up wishing I could just go back to sleep for ages. Work isn't helping. I got a car ad that has to be finished this morning. I'll just say right now how much I hate car dealers and their stupid ads! They like to give me thier ads hours before it's supposed to print. I just love to stress out for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, enough bitching......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a rundown of my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: 6-ish: I finally get to see Gwen's new house, which is adorable! She and I spend a little bit on the porch before heading out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to the radio station to hang out with Ber while she does her thang on the radio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roni and I spend the entire time there searching  through radio's CD's for things we could steal. found a ton to take, but didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked right outta there without Gwen's camera, which I had begged her to bring. She had to get over there this morning to retrieve it. (whew! she did find it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Ber's show, we run back to Ber's house to get Danielle and we all go to the fair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roni and I hopped, skipped and jumped right in. Fair sucks! Gwen and I ride the best rides there: the Ring of Fire and the giant slide. The fair doesn't compare years past where I almost puke my guts up trying to get back on the Zipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't get Ber or Danielle to ride anything but the farris wheel, which is the last ride we take after everyone has a bite to eat. While eating, a co-worker of mine comes up with his friend and ask everyone one of us out first thing. We all decline and give him strange looks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make a pass through the barn to see the chickens, goats, lambs, cows, pigs, turkeys and geese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:  I have a soccer game at 9 a.m, I get there at 9:20 thinking I'm early for the 9:30 game. Find out just how wrong I am. I feel just awful for getting the time wrong and apologize profusely to anyone around our field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to take a nap that afternoon, but Mom and Dad seem to be rearranging the entire house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, I get dressed in a frenzy and take off to Erin's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drive through the trees to get to her sister's announcement party out in Flora. There are two open bars. Boudreaux is at one. I have about 6 drinks, Erin has about 5. We leave the party around 9:30-ish and ride around town with our heads out the window. Eventually, I remember having to wake up early the next day and Erin and I part ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Go to church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to RCIA, miss RCIA. Go home, try to take nap, but can't because parents are constructing things all around me. Go to Cat's, get crew and come back to Mom's for lunch/dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen comes over after lunch and we go to Pam &amp; Nick's to see the new baby. Adorable! And tiny! And soft, very soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come home, watch TV and play with Sativa. Pass out around 10 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 4 this morning thinking that I was supposed to be somewhere. After I got up and peed, I checked out the clock in the living room and almost tripped over a lego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....what did you do?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-112836132591196998?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/112836132591196998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=112836132591196998&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112836132591196998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112836132591196998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/10/is-it-friday.html' title='Is it Friday?'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-112835984499427037</id><published>2005-10-03T06:17:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T06:17:25.050-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Pressure....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/leopold/47906999/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/47906999_da60f2ed53_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/leopold/47906999/"&gt;pressure&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/leopold/"&gt;senzor&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quaint:: Essential&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rind:: cows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Disease:: gangrene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Queer:: cheesey bites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pork::  salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soaked:: jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skeleton:: Halloweeeeeen!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mold:: mildew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finished:: Foy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buffalo:: Point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-112835984499427037?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/112835984499427037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=112835984499427037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112835984499427037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112835984499427037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/10/under-pressure.html' title='Under Pressure....'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-112809306016523190</id><published>2005-09-30T04:11:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T04:11:00.236-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/39566863/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/31/39566863_aa4fc2196c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/39566863/"&gt;Quit it&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, I was bored too and I saw this on Gwen's blog and decided to copy and do my own thing. But then she informed that she had originally gotten it from my blog from a while ago. But I was already almost done, so I just finished it up and posted it anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN YEARS AGO - I was only 12 and just starting Junior High.&lt;br /&gt;FIVE YEARS AGO - It was my senior year of high school. The best year of my entire school career. I only had two classes all year, one was "soccer english" and the other was Dew's class. By "soccer english" I mean my coach taught me and I didn't learn a thing. I did get to watch the original Frankenstein though. She also lets us go early everyday to go play soccer, she rocked!&lt;br /&gt;TWO YEARS AGO- Roni and I had just moved into 706 and were about to throw one killer party that end with new tattoos!&lt;br /&gt;ONE YEAR AGO - Ms. Pimp Long, Hunter S. Thomspon, Missing Milk Carton Boy and Little Red Hot Riding Hood were dressing up for the Costume Ball in New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY - I finished that damned four page tab I had been stressing over for the past two weeks. We all went to Ber's house to watch the OC!&lt;br /&gt;TODAY - I've spent my morning talking about dreams, drugs and life with my boss and co-worker. Us chickas are going to the parish fair!!!&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW - I have a soccer game in the morning and a party that night.&lt;br /&gt;FIVE SNACKS I ENJOY - Cheesy Bites, Almond Joys, Dr Pepper, frozen grapes, ju ju's&lt;br /&gt;BANDS/SINGERS I KNOW THE MOST LYRICS TO - 311, Sublime, Incubus, Concrete Blonde, Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;br /&gt;THINGS I WOULD DO WITH $100,000 - Shop!!! For sure! I'd pay off lots of debts and then put it all away. &lt;br /&gt;FIVE LOCATIONS I'D LIKE TO RUN AWAY TO - Paris, NYC, Whidbey Island, Buffalo, AR and Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;FIVE BAD HABITS I HAVE - popping my fingers, spending $$, studying, in that I'm not very good at it, fibbin, slouching&lt;br /&gt;FIVE THINGS I'D NEVER WEAR - Uggs, leather pants, a pregnant suit, haltor tops OR sororiety letters&lt;br /&gt;FIVE SHOWS I WATCH - The OC, Real World, Laguna Beach, Paramedics and How's It Made&lt;br /&gt;FIVE FAMOUS PEOPLE I'D LIKE TO MEET - All of 311, Christopher Walken (scary!), Lance Armstrong, Lindsey Lohan and Avril Lavigne cause she's cool in my book!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-112809306016523190?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/112809306016523190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=112809306016523190&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112809306016523190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112809306016523190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/09/quit-it-originally-uploaded-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-112800935459162460</id><published>2005-09-29T04:55:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T04:55:54.660-11:00</updated><title type='text'>It's OC Night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/47735182/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/47735182_3ec8224166_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/47735182/"&gt;OC&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm all ready for the OC, bitches! And I'm ready for lunch......so be right back&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-112800935459162460?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/112800935459162460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=112800935459162460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112800935459162460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112800935459162460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-oc-night.html' title='It&apos;s OC Night!'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-112794240437993345</id><published>2005-09-28T10:20:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T10:20:04.443-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Grump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/47485988/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/47485988_f926f1a10f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/47485988/"&gt;Pink&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, I got to do another "photo shoot" with Tasha. I put that into quotations because I'm not really a model and she's not really a photographer. I had a hard time doing any pose except for the one you see here. I had other things on my mind than posing. Most of the clothes didn't fit in some way or another and I was also trying to suck in my gargantua belly. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a strange mood today. Not quite grumpy and agitated, but definitely not in a god mood. It might have started when that lady from Arcadia called and got rude with me over her group ads.  And I think the smell of my candles is getting to me. At first I wanted to run out and buy all the creme brulee I could find and now I think I might puke at the sight of anything that resembles cake or smells like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a super duper note, I finished the St. Mary's tab!!! A large tack has been removed from my shoulder. I'm glad to be done with it. I'm really not satisfied with it though. I know it could look so much better, but it just overwhelms me when I look at it. But they are happy with it and I'm happy with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna peace outta her really early today. I'm thinking around 4:30-ish. The boss isn't here and I just don't want to be here!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-112794240437993345?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/112794240437993345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=112794240437993345&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112794240437993345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112794240437993345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/09/grump.html' title='Grump'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-112793815425493669</id><published>2005-09-28T09:09:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:09:14.293-11:00</updated><title type='text'>38 Things to Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/47485986/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/47485986_207b4e0c47_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/47485986/"&gt;Orange&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;38 Things About Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have the same birthday as Clint Eastwood and Walt Whitman.&lt;br /&gt;2. I love my Mac here at work! I never want to own a PC ever again!&lt;br /&gt;3. I would, without hesitation, lay down my life for any one within eyesight.&lt;br /&gt;4. I've never broken a bone nor had any stiches, until earlier this year when they took a tumor the size of Ohio from me.&lt;br /&gt;5. There are at least 5 people that I refer to as my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;6. I love to use the snooze button.&lt;br /&gt;7. I refuse to ever put a Britney Spears song on my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;8. I have a wholesome and trusting face. &lt;br /&gt;9. I am a Gemini.&lt;br /&gt;10. I've never been able to keep a girlfriend for longer than 3 years with the exception of Roni.&lt;br /&gt;11. I am very affectionate. Likewise, I love affection.&lt;br /&gt;12. I like to sit around with my co-workers and make comments about sex and bitches.&lt;br /&gt;13. I use superlatives too much.&lt;br /&gt;14. My favorite band in the whole world is 311.&lt;br /&gt;15. I have never been my ideal weight.&lt;br /&gt;16. I am deathly afraid of the dentist. It's mostly that noise and those lights.&lt;br /&gt;17. I like to give blood because I like to watch them stick the needle in my arm and then watch the blood drain out of me.&lt;br /&gt;18. I love chocolate to no end. Often, I'll buy two or three candy bars to eat throughout the day. Fat girl!&lt;br /&gt;19. I can't read books. Or anything without a picture for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;20. I have a spectacularly sensitive stomach. Nervousness or just plain eating the wrong thing will make it revolt as if it were French. Sometimes I'll just wake up at the wrong time and won't be able to do a thing without puking. Three times I've been in the ER due to puking too much.&lt;br /&gt;21. I have no ability to discern between men who are genuinely interested in me as a friend and men who just want to sleep with me.&lt;br /&gt;22. I love camping. My family went camping several times when I was growing up. They are some of my favorite memories.&lt;br /&gt;23. I use my fake voice when I answer the phone at work. I usually giggle a little too much too.&lt;br /&gt;24. I am a total sucker for a nice set of arms. I LOVE arms and shoulders and backs. Trevor?&lt;br /&gt;25. No matter what happens with me and my religion, I will never stop believing in God or devoting my time to Him.&lt;br /&gt;26. I wake up every morning and have a  cup of coffee while I get ready, then I get to work and have a Dr Pepper, without fail....unless that pesky machine is OWT. In which case, I have another cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;27. My first kiss took place I was 13. It was Trevor and he kissed me in the back of the movie theater. I'm pretty sure Al Scott watched.&lt;br /&gt;28. My favorite drink is a Malibu Rum with OJ. It makes me all happy&lt;br /&gt;29. I wish I were more creative.&lt;br /&gt;30. I can't play a single musical instrument.&lt;br /&gt;31. My fashion sense has improved 20% over the last year. I now include skirts in my closet&lt;br /&gt;31. I believe in Love, The Real Thing.&lt;br /&gt;32. When I love someone, I give them my whole heart, without reserve. I can't do the half-love thing.&lt;br /&gt;33. I got drunk for the first time when I was 17. I drank a mix of vodka, Boonesfarm and strawberry wine cooler.&lt;br /&gt;33. I love the smell of fresh, moist dirt. &lt;br /&gt;34. I lost my virginity on June 23, 1996. I was 14....so young.&lt;br /&gt;35. I got my first period exactly 2 years prior to that.&lt;br /&gt;36. I'm the biggest procrastinator there can be.&lt;br /&gt;37. Sometimes when Dennis is explainign the works to me, I'm not really paying attention. He's caught me a few times too.&lt;br /&gt;38. I like to take the long way home.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-112793815425493669?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/112793815425493669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=112793815425493669&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112793815425493669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112793815425493669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/09/38-things-to-hate.html' title='38 Things to Hate'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-112783219310616333</id><published>2005-09-27T03:43:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T03:43:13.116-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- BEGIN bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="250"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" type="text/javascript" src = "http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/embed-js.php?b=bWM9Y2F0LnN3ZiZjbHI9MHhmZjllMTEmY249dHJldm9yJmFuPWJlY2Nh"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/"&gt;adopt your own virtual pet!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- END bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-112783219310616333?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/112783219310616333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=112783219310616333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112783219310616333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112783219310616333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/09/adopt-your-own-virtual-pet.html' title=''/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-112742330694275917</id><published>2005-09-22T10:08:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T10:08:27.000-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Red Dragons!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/45050405/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/45050405_bec3a48cdb_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/45050405/"&gt;No Hands Brittnay&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our first official game is this afternoon.  I'm ready for it! Bring it on, kiddies! Wish us well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My EMT Test was cancelled for the second time due to a hurricane. Sign, maybe? Anyway, I'll be getting another notice about when to test! It's a blessing in disguise because I sure could use the extra studying time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rita is fricken scary!!! That sucker is just about the size of Louisisana! So big and scary, Mr. Hurricane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and Pam birthed a baby boy yesterday. He is soooo cute! I stopped by their room after I finished with the paramedics who were helping us practise. Pam is doing really well, a bit tired, but extremely happy. And the baby, whose name is Nickolas Ray Gallien, is just too cute! I didn't get to hold him though cause his Nana had him the whole time I was there.  So, welcome to this world, Nick! I hope you can find your way around!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-112742330694275917?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/112742330694275917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=112742330694275917&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112742330694275917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112742330694275917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/09/go-red-dragons.html' title='Go Red Dragons!'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-112723458901195846</id><published>2005-09-20T05:43:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T05:43:09.063-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Dragons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/45050404/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/45050404_84ae9ecd6d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/45050404/"&gt;Red Dragons&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's the soccer team this year. We took this picture right after the first sweltering hot game, so excuse the exhausted look. Let me see if I can remeber their names yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Front is my nephew, Bryant, Matt, Lane, Michael and Dylan. On the middle row is Hughes, Ashton, Brittany, David and Jared. And on the back row is me and Eliza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a hard time getting the kids on the front to kneel like that. Then neither of the girl wanted anyone to touch them.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-112723458901195846?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/112723458901195846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=112723458901195846&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112723458901195846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112723458901195846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/09/red-dragons.html' title='Red Dragons'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-112722727273067932</id><published>2005-09-20T03:41:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T03:41:12.766-11:00</updated><title type='text'>He Even Has A Wart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/truebavarian/44759736/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/44759736_0c41d4d5e0_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/truebavarian/44759736/"&gt;Jabba the Toad&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/truebavarian/"&gt;True_Bavarian&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got my letter from the State Board intructing me to show up at the testing site at 7 a.m. this Saturday. Kinda short notice, I hope I can find a place to stay. I think I'm ready for the test though. I've been studying. I just hope it's been enough to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had four pieces of Almond Joy this morning. There's nothing like chocolate to make me happy! So, thank God for Shawna's Red Bull addiction in the mornings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my Maw Maw! I know she won't read this nor will anyone she knows read this, but I still wish her a very Happy Birthday! She's 81 today and still acts as if she's 30 something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time to get to work! I think 9:45 is an excellent time to start the day, don't you?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-112722727273067932?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/112722727273067932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=112722727273067932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112722727273067932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112722727273067932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/09/he-even-has-wart.html' title='He Even Has A Wart!'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-112713797790860275</id><published>2005-09-19T02:52:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T02:52:57.943-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s3eed/44648993/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/44648993_6133ee396d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s3eed/44648993/"&gt;Full Moon&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/s3eed/"&gt;S3eed&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not a whole lot to report about. I woke up Saturday morning for the soccer jamboree. They ended up naming our team the Red Dragons. I'm not too fond of it but the kids seem to like it. Trini Triggs sang the National Anthem through a bullhorn to get things off to a good start. He was mighty excited to be there, riding around on his bicycle before the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played our first game at 10:45 a.m. It was so hot out there, I started sweating around 8:30 a.m. and poured until I got in John's car at 1:30. I don't usually sweat all that bad, but it was soooo hot out there. Everything I was wearing was soaking wet by the end of the first game. And we still had to take pictures AND play another game. I hope our pictures turn out ok. I'm sure we looked like we had just finished running a marathon. The second game was much better, well maybe, than the first. The other team's coach didn't help very much in the second game. He actually left me on the field all alone to ref. But we played right through the half time, so the game ended quicker. I had given my dad the key to my car to hold while I played since I didn't have any pockets. I knew it was a mistake when I gave it to him. Mom and Dad left for Rayville right after the 1st game, taking the only key I had to my car. They need a cell phone! Good thing I have a locksmith for a brother! John came back after the second game to pop my door open so I could get what I needed out of it. He also tried to hotwire the car so I could maybe get it to the house, but it wouldn't budge. It's good to know that my car is at least not that easy to hotwire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I had this weekend? Funyons! I didn't finish the whole bag though. I had them for breakfast Saturday afternoon on the way to Rayville. I had that and some beef jerky and an Almond Joy and a Dr Pepper, without the dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long after we got to Ravyille, PawPaw took us all to the back to check the cows. He had just gotten some gin trash and the cows were all huddled in one area of the pasture munching away. We parked right next to them and quite a few cows came up to try to lick us. Bryant and Ian got a kick out of the cow's long rough tongues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, Grandma brought me over to talk to a man who had been on the police department there. He told me a few awesome stories about finding dead bodies and all that good stuff. He seems to think I'll be great at the EMT stuff and told me to call him whenever I get something really good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom made two lasagnes for Grandma's birthday. Aunt Brenda made the salad and bread and it was all sooo good the majority of us had to sleep it off on the way home. I think Grandmas actually liked what we got her this year!!! She didn't even mention taking it back to the store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode back with Cat and she took me to my car. I spent the rest of my weekend on my ass.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-112713797790860275?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/112713797790860275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=112713797790860275&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112713797790860275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112713797790860275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/09/full-moon-originally-uploaded-by-s3eed.html' title=''/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-112681250379603017</id><published>2005-09-15T08:28:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T08:28:23.803-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Trees for a forest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/43583414/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/43583414_e60079d051_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/43583414/"&gt;Trees for a forest&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've got plenty of blogging time today, but nothing to say. Work is done until 4 p.m. when I must not forget to check tomorrow's paper. Well, I've got nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my To Do List:&lt;br /&gt;• Pay car insurance&lt;br /&gt;•Check Friday paper&lt;br /&gt;• Finish Parkway ad&lt;br /&gt;• Quote Bonnette ad&lt;br /&gt;• Eat this Carmello and drink this Chocolate Soldier&lt;br /&gt;• IM Roni and see if OC is still a go go&lt;br /&gt;• Study&lt;br /&gt;• Scan pictures&lt;br /&gt;• Download cameras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very exciting, eh?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-112681250379603017?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/112681250379603017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=112681250379603017&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112681250379603017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112681250379603017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/09/trees-for-forest.html' title='Trees for a forest'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-112673607435097198</id><published>2005-09-14T11:14:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T11:14:34.410-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Towers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/42690623/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/42690623_7e07271296_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/42690623/"&gt;Two Towers&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had planned on going over to Janet's after work to do some studying for this big test. But she didn't want to do it tonight for some reason or other so we made a date for Friday afternoon. She's promised to give one of the guys over at the ambulance station a call to see if they have time to watch us practise and tell us what the hell it is we're doing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to see Pam. That girl is PREGNANT!!!! She's really about to pop! She's so close to having the baby that everytime I talk to her, I get scared! She's always having those contractions and the pain and the moving hips. Her due date is at the end of September, but I don't think she's gonna make that. I  mean, I'm talking to her right now and she's telling about these contractions she's having every 3-4 minutes. That sounds close to me! Wish her well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's the end of my work day, time for some kneeslappin dirty talk with my boss and comp guy.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-112673607435097198?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/112673607435097198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=112673607435097198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112673607435097198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112673607435097198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/09/two-towers.html' title='Two Towers'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-112653523986698741</id><published>2005-09-12T03:27:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T03:27:19.903-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/marchnwe/42266224/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/42266224_c64ec3dd6b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/marchnwe/42266224/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/marchnwe/"&gt;Marchnwe&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ugh! Monday again. I had to drag myself outta bed this morning and I'm sure I looked similiar to this cat. I know I looked like that with my hair all out of sorts. I had been tucked under my blankets this morning when that horrible noise of an alarm went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up Saturday morning with a feeling that I had forgotten something. There was something important I had not done yet. I tried to think of what I had to do this weekend and then it hit me. I had soccer at 9 that morning. I was sure I had way overslept and jumped outta bed to check to the clock. It was 8:30 and soccer started at 9. I brushed my teeth and jumped in the car. I made it in time, but I got a few comments on my dishelved appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After practice I stopped by the daycare to see if Cat could use my help and ended up staying all day cleaning and painting. They're having an open house tonight and they've all worked so hard to get that place in tip top shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Roni and Jacob up at the Ramada Saturday night to listen to the Silly Goose Documents. Ber, Chris and Danielle showed up a little later. They have gotten so much better since the last time I saw them. They were pretty good then and they're even better now. On the second to last song, I thought I was about to hear that RADIATED BABIES song Stoney always shouts out.  But it wasn't, it was a much better version of that song. Minus the shouting "RADIATED BABIES." I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, I went out to Pleasant Hill with Amber and Chris and Danielle. Danielle grilled steaks, corn and potatoes. I was very impressed, it turned out so well! And I spent the rest of the night doing a little studying. Not much though cause I was tired from my day in the country, playing whiffleball golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I'm off for another exciting day in my world of newspapers.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-112653523986698741?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/112653523986698741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=112653523986698741&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112653523986698741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112653523986698741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/09/originally-uploaded-by-marchnwe.html' title=''/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8309904.post-112629049041156505</id><published>2005-09-09T07:28:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T07:28:10.470-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Donna's Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/41760715/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/41760715_501aa8801d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74812989@N00/41760715/"&gt;Donna's Hair&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/74812989@N00/"&gt;fayethebookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Check out Donna's beautiful hair! This is from the last time they flew in. She and Chris have some very talented very awesome next door neighbors there. They're responsible for her golden luscious locks. Ain't she cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first soccer practise yesterday. I had a great time. It looks like we're gonna have a great little team, which includes Bryant. There's also a little girl named Hughes. So far, all they got to do was kick the ball and run around, but they're actually not too bad. I remember last year, at the first game, I wasn't sure if our team would be able to even stay on the field for more than 5 minutes. We had to promise great things just to get all three players on the field. Forget them even kicking the ball. So, I was surprised this time when all the kids were all over the ball for most of practise. Our first game is in two weeks. Of course, I got my uniform and it's about five sizes too big and there's no way to shrink it. I'm trying to fashion some sort of pinning system. I don't want to look like I'm wearing my pajamas when I'm trying to run up and down the field. Ya know? I asked Bryant what he thought about soccer and he said, "Soccer is just no good." When I asked him why, he said,"everyone else is better and you keep blocking me!!!" He was referring to my goalie playing. When I told him the other team was gonna try to block him too and that I was just playing the other team, he said, "But I want you on my team! That's cheating!" He's so cute. I hope he comes to like it in the end. He did great though. He hustled and got the balls plenty. I think the problem is that the majority of the other kids played last year so they already know how to play. He'll get it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Silly Goose Documents are playing at the Ramada this weekend. I plan on meeting everyone up there. I hope it's a good show, I expect to pay at least 5 bucks. They usually charge that much to get in and the show ends up suckin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is starting to get chilly in the mornings. You can actually ride with your window down and get chill bumps. It makes me all tingly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm getting off work early today, I swear! Hope your weekend is nice!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8309904-112629049041156505?l=suckonthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/feeds/112629049041156505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8309904&amp;postID=112629049041156505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112629049041156505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8309904/posts/default/112629049041156505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckonthat.blogspot.com/2005/09/donnas-hair.html' title='Donna&apos;s Hair'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10220233355345982870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
