<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='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' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105616086619427724</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 30 May 2012 07:31:42 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>good news</category><category>ponderings</category><category>plans</category><category>LOL</category><category>How To</category><category>Template</category><category>Short Story</category><category>school life</category><category>free</category><category>fooling around</category><category>shopping</category><category>boys</category><category>Holiday time</category><category>help</category><category>Linky Love</category><category>paid advertisements</category><category>travel</category><category>smile</category><category>Games</category><category>ewwness</category><category>outrage</category><category>family</category><category>stories from the past</category><category>blog building</category><category>video</category><category>interwebs</category><category>Sheila</category><category>sigh</category><category>Fiction</category><category>kidtalk</category><category>bullets are missing but appropriate</category><category>contest</category><category>excitement</category><category>harry potter</category><category>confision</category><category>meme</category><category>business</category><category>reviews</category><category>oh noes</category><category>public service</category><category>hotness</category><category>weffriddle</category><category>rage</category><category>cookies</category><category>perfect post awards</category><category>information</category><category>winter sucks</category><category>party</category><category>home improvement</category><category>camping</category><category>Money Matters</category><category>blogger buddies</category><category>sleepy time</category><category>school</category><category>save money</category><category>fashion</category><category>decisions</category><category>YAY</category><category>puppy talk</category><category>fuck.</category><category>saftey</category><category>I'm Important Too</category><category>recipe</category><category>food</category><category>disclosure</category><category>sweet</category><category>Pictures</category><category>husband</category><category>smorty</category><category>Things to learn</category><category>emotional</category><category>love/hate</category><category>rainbow Man</category><category>surprise</category><category>health</category><category>stuperman</category><category>In My Opinion</category><category>healthy living</category><category>questions</category><category>money</category><title>Where Was I?</title><description></description><link>http://where-was-i.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Bluepaintred)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>648</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105616086619427724.post-4854196249625000192</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2012 05:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-22T23:49:44.042-06:00</atom:updated><title>soOOOOooper COOK.</title><description>Oh dear. I tried to bake bread today. Yeah. FAIL. You would need  &lt;a href="http://www.diamond-blades.com/"&gt;diamond blades&lt;/a&gt; to slice off a piece. Oh and also diamond teeth to chew it.  Why can I bake desserts easy peasy but never real food, like bread or stew or chilli or a turkey?   Im like the worst woman ever.   My kids know its time to eat when the fire alarm goes off, and more often than not, my pots and pans end up smoking on the front step. Yeah.  Like I said up there, I SUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105616086619427724-4854196249625000192?l=where-was-i.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://where-was-i.com/2012/04/soooooooper-cook.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bluepaintred)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105616086619427724.post-6712795417566128708</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2012 05:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-22T23:45:03.254-06:00</atom:updated><title>Lemons!</title><description>Omg guys! I grew lemons!.  well, not quite. See, I took some seeds from the lemons I had sliced at work home with me, and dried them out, then I planted them in a tiny 12 spot green  house planter. That was like, a month ago.   Yesterday I picked up the planter, and honestly, I was planning on trashing the whole thing, I was sure that nothing had grown. Butter fingers me though, I dropped it on the floor and when I was cleaning the mess I found five tiny seedlings that were so small they hadn't managed to push through the dirt yet!  I replanted them ASAP and with just one day of water and sun, they poked through. Five tiny lemon tree seedlings! SO exciting.  I love &lt;a href="http://www.logfurnitureplace.com/"&gt;rustic decor&lt;/a&gt; so I have already got my wooden planter stand up and waiting for when the seedlings are big enough and strong enough to go live outside for the summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105616086619427724-6712795417566128708?l=where-was-i.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://where-was-i.com/2012/04/lemons.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bluepaintred)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105616086619427724.post-5948668176039494049</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2012 05:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-22T23:41:00.172-06:00</atom:updated><title>Admitting it..</title><description>I bought my step counter a while ago, and I love it. I love knowing how often I wake up, seeing how many steps I make in a day makes me giddy, and it encourages me to get off my ass and step more to make sure my count stays up. It also suggested I keep track of the foods I eat, but until today, I hadn't bothered. I never wanted to admit how much junk I eat :(  Instead of trying  &lt;a href="http://www.dietpillsideeffects.com/lipofuze/"&gt;Lipofuze&lt;/a&gt; or something of those lines, I decided to admit what I am eating to myself. Sad that I need an app to let me see what I am putting into my body :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105616086619427724-5948668176039494049?l=where-was-i.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://where-was-i.com/2012/04/admitting-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bluepaintred)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105616086619427724.post-6619483566788154253</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Apr 2012 05:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-03T23:07:56.630-06:00</atom:updated><title>Music is Needed</title><description>We need music at work. Our radio bit the big one, and the boss man said we cant bring a big ol' &lt;a href="http://www.guitarcenter.com/Midas-Venice-240-24-Channel-Analog-Mixer-105616304-i1177200.gc"&gt;Midas Venice&lt;/a&gt; mixer to work, due to the fact we need to actually work at work (kill joy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like music, I work better with sound, I think most people do. So I think its really nessesary that the boss get us a new music maker ASAP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105616086619427724-6619483566788154253?l=where-was-i.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://where-was-i.com/2012/04/music-is-needed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bluepaintred)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105616086619427724.post-5289488641685581984</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Apr 2012 04:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-03T23:00:35.879-06:00</atom:updated><title>Ten</title><description>Holy crap guys. In just twenty more days my middle bratling is turning ten. When the hell did that happen? I will have two kids in the double digits. Oh My God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still a ways off from having to ponder &lt;a href="http://www.joyjewelers.com/modules/classrings/"&gt;class rings&lt;/a&gt;, but its still pretty shocking for me to sit here and think that in just three weeks I will be the mother of a twelve and a TEN year old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105616086619427724-5289488641685581984?l=where-was-i.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://where-was-i.com/2012/04/ten.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bluepaintred)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105616086619427724.post-2078318253825249741</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Mar 2012 04:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-22T22:55:28.527-06:00</atom:updated><title>Allergies</title><description>Allergies are annoying. I have a few, is the worst. My boss has a LOT of allergies, and in MY opinion, the worst one he has is an allergy to metals like  Because of this particular allergy, my boss  wear a belt, and that means his pants are  sagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even suggested to him that he could just use a rope and tie it around his waist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make things like  &lt;a href="http://teno.com/Boccia-Titanium/Boccia-Watch-Bands"&gt;titanium watch bracelet&lt;/a&gt;s, so I bet they make titanium buckles too. Does titanium have nickel in it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105616086619427724-2078318253825249741?l=where-was-i.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://where-was-i.com/2012/03/allergies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bluepaintred)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105616086619427724.post-8169935584306684039</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Mar 2012 04:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-17T23:04:42.449-06:00</atom:updated><title>Love it!</title><description>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;We did our taxes last Saturday and we already have our return. I love hubbys plan for it, he wants to research &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musiciansfriend.com/martin" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;Martin guitars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; and find one that is a perfect fit for himself, then he and our oldest, Parker, are going to take lessons together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;I know Martin guitars are very good quality, and since hubby is taking the plunge, I want him to get something worth the money and time he will spend on it! I'm not sure if he wants to go &lt;/span&gt;acoustics&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; or electric. Parker has an acoustic so it would be better, in my mind to find a similar guitar. Plus, I am pretty worried about the noise that an electric guitar would bring into the house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;It's too bad we don't have a bigger house with a spare room I could sound proof for them. The garage is already insulated, but its too small for them to practice in, especially in the winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;In any case, I love that something as simple as a guitar can be the tool that leads to the two of them spending quality, one on one time together! And who knows, maybe they will be the next huge name band out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105616086619427724-8169935584306684039?l=where-was-i.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://where-was-i.com/2012/03/love-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bluepaintred)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105616086619427724.post-4128684333015798460</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Mar 2012 04:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-01T22:09:01.368-06:00</atom:updated><title>LOL</title><description>I bought this walking thingy, it tracks how many steps i take and a bunch of other stuff, and it told me that I wont hit my goal weight at the rate I am going until 2022.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I need to just wait and join a &lt;a href="http://www.afpafitness.com/store/fitness-trainer-nutrition-certifications-senior-fitness-specialist-certification-c-1_20.html"&gt;senior fitness&lt;/a&gt; class or something LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this pretty funny, but really, I betcha I can beat it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work tomorrow night, and am super excited to have the morning off to sleep, but in the afternoon, I plan on either using the elliptical or going for a walk. me and activity, who knew we could get together so happily?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(unless my muscles are sore, then I whine and whine and whine like a baby!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105616086619427724-4128684333015798460?l=where-was-i.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://where-was-i.com/2012/03/lol.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bluepaintred)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105616086619427724.post-6832240801381373734</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Feb 2012 04:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-25T22:35:59.488-06:00</atom:updated><title>Quick! Pass me ear plugs!</title><description>Oh heavens is it loud at my hoiuse. The boys have been on winter break fo rthe last week and it has been quite bitter outside, so we have been cooped up inside. Try being cooped up inside with three boys for a week, and see if you don;t scream for earplugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan playing on his new drum set, accompanied by blake on parker's &lt;a href="http://www.musiciansfriend.com/acoustic-guitars"&gt;martin acoustic guitar&lt;/a&gt; - neither of them knowing a note to play, is a horrible horrible thing to listen too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One at a time, thats fine, but drums and guitar? stab me in the ear, PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, we have been watching the harry potter movies each night, so the kids are playing "harry potter" which is to say, the kids are screaming at each other yelling curses and waving "wands "at each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss them on Monday when I send them back to school, but my ears won't!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105616086619427724-6832240801381373734?l=where-was-i.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://where-was-i.com/2012/02/quick-pass-me-ear-plugs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bluepaintred)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105616086619427724.post-224303112135983597</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Feb 2012 13:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-15T07:21:26.999-06:00</atom:updated><title>ideas?</title><description>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;I do NOT know what is going on with this blog, but this is the first time I could get to it in a week or more. I was able to get to my dashboard and post a few posts, but  what good is writing about something if no one can see it???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;I googled the issue but have NO clue what the heck the people are saying in those forums, its all greek to me, the computer talk they use!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;It's back now, but Im worried it will run away again and then what do I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;suckage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;help me out if you have &lt;/span&gt;experienced&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; this issue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105616086619427724-224303112135983597?l=where-was-i.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://where-was-i.com/2012/02/ideas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bluepaintred)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105616086619427724.post-5169596018639070987</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2012 01:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-12T19:23:29.038-06:00</atom:updated><title>lolz</title><description>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Happy Sunday everyone! Im not really looking forward to Monday! My hours at work have been switched and I dont even know what days/times I work yet, except that I need to go in on &lt;/span&gt;Monday &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;at 11. I better be getting the same amount of hours, thats for sure!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Hubby is looking forward to monday, like I am not. after taking off his &lt;a href="http://www.bakersgas.com/weldinghelmets.html"&gt;welding helmet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; for the day, he will head to Karate class, and he is absolutely loving that class! So is Parker, by the way...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105616086619427724-5169596018639070987?l=where-was-i.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://where-was-i.com/2012/02/lolz.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bluepaintred)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105616086619427724.post-8947523079135993853</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2012 05:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-31T23:29:37.188-06:00</atom:updated><title>Owie!</title><description>I woke up this morning and immediately grabbed my phone to silence my alarm. I was pretty sure the movement and noise was going to make me throw up. I very carefully laid back down and covered my head with my blankie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fricken HATE migraines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no choice but to get out of bed, the kids were arguing over who got to use the last clean bowl for cereal and who had to have pop tarts or toast for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up and explained to them that I had a super duper bad headache and they needed to be quiet and, since they are the sweetest kids ever, they finished their entire morning routine in whispers - even their arguments. If my head didn't hurt so bad, It would have been adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried a bunch of different &lt;a href="http://migrainecenters.com/your-pain/migraine-headache-pain/treatment-methods"&gt;migraine treatment&lt;/a&gt;, a hot bath, a hot shower, a dark room and nap, medications and even a cold cloth on my head, but nothing worked, except time :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is better, I still have a headache, but its the kind in the back of your head. You know it's there, but its not bugging you enough that you cant get stuff done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105616086619427724-8947523079135993853?l=where-was-i.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://where-was-i.com/2012/01/owie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bluepaintred)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105616086619427724.post-4453964661193951985</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2012 05:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-27T23:19:34.406-06:00</atom:updated><title>Grrr</title><description>I missed another call today. I think its time to either change service or get myself a &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;catalog=Online&amp;category=signal_boosters"&gt;cell booster&lt;/a&gt;. It's sooo annoying to miss calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked tonight. Wow. what a mistake! Fridays are busy omfg. Way too busy. the only time I sat down was when I went to the washroom, and even then, I came back to six bills waiting for me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even burnt my pinky finger :( I did get a compliment form the boss man about how clean the grill was though :D And the music on Fridays is way better than the music on Thursdays , so there is that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105616086619427724-4453964661193951985?l=where-was-i.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://where-was-i.com/2012/01/grrr.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bluepaintred)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105616086619427724.post-6035273949691601150</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 03:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-24T21:47:03.339-06:00</atom:updated><title>Summer</title><description>It has been an AMAZING winter so far. Seriously AMAZING. We had one week of cold temperatures - and they were VERY cold, hitting - 50 some days, but for the most part, we have been in, or very very near, the plusses. No joke. Tomorrow it is supposed to hit PLUS FOUR by the afternoon! How much awesome could it get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Summer is better (Minus the spiders) because I love the hot temperatures and all the weddings that are planned, seeing the beautiful dresses and crying when they say I do". Im such a sap LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of weddings, if you need a &lt;a href="http://www.scottlewisimages.com/"&gt;philadelphia wedding photographer&lt;/a&gt;, I know just the place. (hint, Linkage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is January 24th, so we have four weeks of February and buy march, it sometimes starts to warm up. One week of winter? NO ONE can complain about that!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105616086619427724-6035273949691601150?l=where-was-i.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://where-was-i.com/2012/01/summer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bluepaintred)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105616086619427724.post-8426709326670500153</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 03:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-24T21:39:44.067-06:00</atom:updated><title>canddddddddy!</title><description>So we are heading on vacation near Easter, and I decided that since we will be spending a fair amount of time in swim suits, I should drop a few pounds - of course this is when the insane cravings hit me, Like this  &lt;a href="http://gifts.redenvelope.com/gifts/giant-gummy-bear-30055742"&gt;insanely big gummy bear&lt;/a&gt;. WANT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love candy. Sweet, sour, gummy or crunchy, I love it all. And it makes it that much harder to "diet". (The quotes are because how many freaking times have I said "Hey guys! I'm going on a diet!"and nothing happens? Yeah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there is the fact I work in a kitchen, with fries and chicken fingers and the best burgers anywhere....its hard tosay no!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105616086619427724-8426709326670500153?l=where-was-i.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://where-was-i.com/2012/01/canddddddddy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bluepaintred)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105616086619427724.post-611970890235742717</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jan 2012 03:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-17T21:52:10.974-06:00</atom:updated><title>Very happy</title><description>For Christmas, I got a new computer. its a &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;catalog=Online&amp;category=Desktops_English"&gt;pc desktops&lt;/a&gt;, one of the all in one  kinds, there is no separate tower, its all built into the monitor. The screen is huge, 24 inches, I think (could be 20, I cannot recall, and I am not getting up to measure it!). Hubs also bought me a wireless mouse and a wireless keyboard to go with it, so I am sitting here on the couch and my computer monitor is over there, and away i go, in comfort, and without cords :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SO sure that I wanted another laptop, but hubby convinced me to ttry the desktop route - I was worried that with all the parts you have to get, that a desktop was going to be way more expensive than just picking up a laptop, but this one, with a wireless mouse, keyboard and printer/scanner combo was less than 900 bucks, and that is pretty damn good, imo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs thought I should get a desktop because I fill up the innards of the laptop pretty quick taking pictures and now I have a terabyte of memory or whatever it is called, to use. Hubs thinks I wont be able to fill it, but I assured him that I would :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I have been on the desktop now for a few weeks and while I am still trying to get used to this keyboard, i am loving the huge monitor and the speed this puppy has! Oh, and for once the speakers are loud enough that I can actually listen to my iTunes music on the computer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105616086619427724-611970890235742717?l=where-was-i.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://where-was-i.com/2012/01/very-happy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bluepaintred)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105616086619427724.post-6850207297124003085</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2012 20:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-14T14:44:08.720-06:00</atom:updated><title>Boom!</title><description>I changed from a Christmassy background to something more summery - its been WELL above seasonal temperatures here, it feels like we went from fall straight to spring. I understand that February we will get cold temperatures, but for right now, Im in a summery mood :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just hit the store for some Birthday gifts for the kids to take to a party they are going to tonight, a hockey game and sleep over, so fun for them. I'm heading to a passions party *wink wink* LOL with two co-workers, it should be a blast :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have a job, and work about 20 hours a week - as opposed to the 6-12 hours I had been working, I have money to spend. Its not like im doing something specified like &lt;a href="http://www.hospitalityjobsite.com/jobsearch/travel-hospitality/travel/default.asp?job=transportation+attendant"&gt;Transportation Attendant Jobs&lt;/a&gt;, im just a kitchen staff. I cook burgers LOL, but now that I am a "working woman" stuff like this passion party is something fun I can do without worrying about the cost of it. It's really fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105616086619427724-6850207297124003085?l=where-was-i.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://where-was-i.com/2012/01/boom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bluepaintred)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105616086619427724.post-8159672757173110148</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2011 04:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-20T22:40:20.345-06:00</atom:updated><title>A lot</title><description>A lot has happened in the past few days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Blake had his midyear kempo grading and received TWO yellow strip - the norm is to advance one stripe per grade, so two means he worked really hard! I am SO proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan lost a tooth last night, it was the funniest thing ever, I have a string of about 30 pictures on my phone of first logan trying to yank out the tooth, then of his brother trying to pull it out! It did of course come out, but the getting there was the funniest thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping Monday, all day, with my mother in law. We left the house at quarter to nine and got hiome at quarter to five. We had a BLAST! We hit all the liquadation sales and the auction too. We had a leisurely lunch at a resturaunt and hit the mall as well. I notcied a lot more &lt;a href="http://www.frbo.com/"&gt;frbo&lt;/a&gt; adverts than normal in the flyers as we passed the paper kiosks, but I guess with this economy thats to be expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up some tiny gifts for friends and some pajamas for myself, and just generally had soooo much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105616086619427724-8159672757173110148?l=where-was-i.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://where-was-i.com/2011/12/lot.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bluepaintred)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105616086619427724.post-1989002159071498822</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2011 04:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-07T22:52:35.348-06:00</atom:updated><title>Merry Bang Bang!</title><description>Starting the morning of December 25th, this house is going to get very very noisy.&lt;br /&gt;You see, we bought our seven year old son a five piece drum set, real drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I have always been a lover of &lt;a href="http://www.musiciansfriend.com/"&gt;instruments&lt;/a&gt;, even though I can neither carry a tune nor play a tune to save my life! Hubs played saxapahone in high school and plays drums now, and watching our seven year old sit beside him with ice cream pails turned upside down, banging with a spoon, keeping time with his daddy really warmed our hearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our oldest has a guitar, though he only pics at it, he isn't interested in lessons, though he does try to follow the books we got him. Our middle son is the only musical holdout it seems, though he does enjoy singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you please, ear plugs in my stocking Christmas morning would be MUCH appreciated!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105616086619427724-1989002159071498822?l=where-was-i.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://where-was-i.com/2011/12/merry-bang-bang.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bluepaintred)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105616086619427724.post-235817574349171135</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Nov 2011 00:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-28T19:00:43.153-06:00</atom:updated><title>Getting ready</title><description>Micah and Parker did a fundraiser for their karate group recently. they had to sell frozen cookie dough to raise money for their traveling - there is a tournament in Ontario they want to go to. They raised 411$, which is a pretty damn good amount, I figure. Plus, only two family members bought (myself and nana) so the rest was work for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting to have to wait for a few weeks to get my cookie dough - they only sent in the forms last Monday, but there was an email from their Sensei today that the cookie dough is in, so I will have it tonight :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have classes on Mondays, and I went to class for the first time last week to watch them. During break I got to meet the two sensei's, and they were both very nice. They were chatting with another group of adults about the &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/product.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;catalog=Online&amp;category=virgin-cell-phones&amp;product=1715970"&gt;incredible s price&lt;/a&gt;, which is something I don;t know much about - heck, I need Micah to set the alarm on my phone for me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like my new phone though, I like having my calendar with me all the time, and I like having a place to jot notes. Annnnd I really like being able to post photos to facebook LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105616086619427724-235817574349171135?l=where-was-i.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://where-was-i.com/2011/11/getting-ready.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bluepaintred)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105616086619427724.post-5998411545307664842</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2011 03:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-24T21:19:47.931-06:00</atom:updated><title>Winter Ice</title><description>One would think that I would never complain about the temperatures warning up, because hello, who likes the cold? Not me! And yet, with the temperatures rising above zero this week, the only thing I am thankful for is that I was able to get the snow off my driveway finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, the roads have been freezing each night, and are slick as hell every morning, and my husband has to drive those icy dangerous roads, and I hate that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We belong to a &lt;a href="http://www.goodsamers.com/"&gt;roadside assistance club&lt;/a&gt;, so if the car breaks down, fine, but the car breaking down is't what I am worried about, I worry about him crashing, or someone else crashing into him, because the roads are so so so so bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yep, here I am, the only person in the world who likes to complain when the temperatures rise in the winter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105616086619427724-5998411545307664842?l=where-was-i.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://where-was-i.com/2011/11/winter-ice.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bluepaintred)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105616086619427724.post-5054286095683057545</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2011 04:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-12T22:10:57.139-06:00</atom:updated><title>Christmas In the Air</title><description>The flyers were delivered today along with the requisite Christmas &lt;a href="http://www.dropdowndeals.com/Toys+R+Us-coupons"&gt;toys r us coupons&lt;/a&gt; and flyer. It's so cute watching the children page through the flyers and catalogs that keep coming, watching then write their lists, and then re-write the list when they find something new is overly amusing to me, especially as we have already finished the majority of our christmas shopping,s o it doesn't matter what they write down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no clue what to get my step mother nor my father in  law, but other than that, we are either done, or know what we need and its just a matter of us picking it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on Friday my husband mentioned that with the new fallen snow, it felt like christmas, Like Christmas eve! We won't be putting the tree up until The first Saturday in December, and thats when it really starts feeling Christmassy to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105616086619427724-5054286095683057545?l=where-was-i.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://where-was-i.com/2011/11/christmas-in-air.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bluepaintred)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105616086619427724.post-1694437271204408007</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2011 19:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-05T13:44:22.996-06:00</atom:updated><title>Last Friday Night</title><description>(The title makes me LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KlyXNRrsk4A"&gt;Last Friday night&lt;/a&gt;, or yesterday, or last night, or twelvish hours ago, however you want to put it, I hit the city with Parker to get his hair cut and pick up snackage for his birthday related sleepover tonight (saturday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His appoint,ent was for seven, but i had to hit the bank, which closed at six, so we left town at five and made it tot he bank with half hour to spare. I cashed my check (lol. I have a job now.) And talked to the teller about the issues I was havign with my card, which they fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Nikki at the food court for soem abe and Willies and then STILL had time to kill before his 7PM appoint,ment :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spotted to look for those bead thingys for those bracelets. i forget what they are called, but you get a bracelet and then other ppl give you beads to fill it? My mother in law has one and I wanted to get her the boys birth stones for it. We saw plenty of beautiful  &lt;a href="http://www.reeds.com/Rings-cat6.html"&gt;diamond rings&lt;/a&gt; and an emerald bracelet that made me drool, but there wasn't a single birthstone bead in the store. Don';t you find that odd? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Parkers hair cut - he didn't want his hair cut at all, but in the end, both he and I left the salon happy with the results. We hit Walmart for snackage and then went up to the mall so I could go to Ardene to get a new scarf. I have torn the house apart and I can;t find my scarf, and I wasn't willing to pay 12 bucks at walmart for a scarf when I knew they were 3/15 at Ardene. Im a  cheapscape, and I don;t care who knows!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105616086619427724-1694437271204408007?l=where-was-i.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://where-was-i.com/2011/11/last-friday-night.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bluepaintred)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105616086619427724.post-8532991125308614349</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2011 01:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-20T19:46:54.315-06:00</atom:updated><title>Oh! I love it!</title><description>The day before yesterday I was in the mooood for Christmas! I even went on facebook and twitter to ask for Christmas music recommendations! (leave a comment if you have a favorite song for Christmas!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love Christmas, it has the BEST smells - pine, cinnamon, warmth from a crackling fire - shut up! thats a smell too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stopped at the grocery store on the way home from work that day. I thought about picking up some butter to make some  &lt;a href="http://www.berries.com/christmas-cookies-SX4"&gt;decorated christmas cookie&lt;/a&gt; trays, because who doesn't love shortbread? But in the end I picked up a container of molasses to make my famous (lol, they are) Soft Ginger Snap cookies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE loves my ginger snaps, and I seriously mean EVERY ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I haven't gotten off my butt to make said cookies, but I plan on doing them Saturday or Sunday. I thought I had Friday off, but I was off in my week by a day (WHo knew today was Thursday and didn't tell me?)and I have to work on friday!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Christmas = coming, which directly translates to cookies! In mah tummy! YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105616086619427724-8532991125308614349?l=where-was-i.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://where-was-i.com/2011/10/oh-i-love-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bluepaintred)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105616086619427724.post-9065094816914138254</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Oct 2011 20:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-17T14:06:17.767-06:00</atom:updated><title>-5</title><description>When I woke up this morning, it was minus five (c). That means it is high time we turn off the outdoor water and blow out the hoses. No more sprinkler, no more water fights, no more mid pie and &lt;a href="http://www.cleopatraschoice.com/mud-mask.html"&gt;mud mask&lt;/a&gt; making lol, its finally fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard that we are going to have a short hard winter and that we are going to have a short warm winter. Either way, the word on the street is spring is gonna come early, and since this fall thing is lasting FO-EVAH, hard or not, winter should be a breeze to get through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a nice coat for Samantha, so that she and i can continue our walks. If her paws get too cold, I will have to take her into the city to be fitted for boots, because I bought boots twice on line, and am obviously a dummy because the first pair were ages too big and the second pair were too tiny. On the plus, they were 99 cents, free shipping, but I'm not gonna waste another dollar or any more of my time trying to get the sizes right, I will wait and see how she does with her own furry feet, then take her to a professional if she needs them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(our town uses gravel not salt, so I'm not worried about salt burns, just the cold, she is so so tiny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her coat comes in, I will be sure to make her pose pretty as a princess for pictures :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6105616086619427724-9065094816914138254?l=where-was-i.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://where-was-i.com/2011/10/5.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bluepaintred)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
