<?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-6251797</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:53:48.308-06:00</updated><category term='randomness'/><category term='yuck'/><category term='fun'/><title type='text'>Thoughts from a Conundrum</title><subtitle type='html'>an enigma wrapped in a riddle dressed in a conundrum</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>223</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-204028564299787488</id><published>2008-09-04T17:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T17:23:29.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>diddle dum</title><content type='html'>onto week friggen four of being sick and in pain...it's starting to drag on my nerves.  went to the doctor on tues.  I was sitting at a meeting and realized i was having serious issues breathing...therefore figured it was time.  A couple hours later and $75 i had 2 inhalers.....blech.  i'm hopefully getting better.  Diagnosis...some kind of asthma/allergy issue.    Oh well, at least it's not contagious.  Though the steroid inhaler tells me to stay away from areas with sick people b/c of lower bloodcount....um....i work at a daycare...with snotty fluidy kids...haha...  So i'm on steroids for the next while haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a fabulous camping trip with the girls.  good/well interesting conversations, lots of food, and fun had by all.  I posted the pic's on facecult but if you want some i can send them to you as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-204028564299787488?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/204028564299787488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/204028564299787488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/diddle-dum.html' title='diddle dum'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-4928124458806304497</id><published>2008-08-02T10:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T10:18:44.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i is bad riter</title><content type='html'>heehee....man alive i am not so hot at the writing.  k update time...should have really checked out last things writen...meh.&lt;br /&gt;-finished evil class.  classes with the name play should be fun...not crappy...it's a rule.&lt;br /&gt;-i have had my pretty car(bellini) for just over a year now.  it's still pretty.  still thinks it's a standard.  it will be waxed today&lt;br /&gt;-i get holidays finally aug. 18-22-so if anyone is available to travel or wants a visitor.... : )&lt;br /&gt;-i'm looking forward to a super fun camping trip coming up at the end of aug.&lt;br /&gt;-i'm looking for a new job..so if anyone has ideas-i'm open!  that is not open to tim hortens, mcd's etc ; )&lt;br /&gt;-i have a craving for the wonderful cheesecake i make...though expensive, it is rather amazing...so i may have to make it&lt;br /&gt;-saw definitely maybe last nite-it was hilarious&lt;br /&gt;mmm...that about sums it up....most of it anyway...for the rest it's more of a person to person conversation.... ; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-4928124458806304497?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/4928124458806304497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/4928124458806304497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-is-bad-riter.html' title='i is bad riter'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-8020835192882752059</id><published>2008-06-04T18:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T18:47:48.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hi peeps</title><content type='html'>realized the other day that i have a blog and thought to myself...self...you should blog....and then i didn't. : )  not sure if anyone actually still visits my little rambles of love or not, but i'm not too worried about it.&lt;br /&gt;what's new u ask? hmmm....still working at the daycare, the same one, i've threatened to quit a few times haha...except i'll be starting a new position at some point this month.  It means a more permanent status though i'll be losing my one on one. the child will still be there, and i'll still get to see them which is awesome.  both he and his brother call me mom on occasion heehee.  i still have a heart for the kids at the centre so i guess i'm stuck there at least for summer.&lt;br /&gt;still going to ebenezer, still playing ball with them too.  man we are an amazing team! haha...but really we are. : )  AND yesterday, i hit the ball almost to the fence, which made me uber uber happy after getting walked twice...man i hate walks.&lt;br /&gt;i have this coming monday off for randomness which is kind of fun.  not sure what i'm doing yet.  mmm...and that pretty much sums it up i guess.&lt;br /&gt;a special shout out to Sally's cousin. : )  she just told me that her cousin reads her friends blogs and although i don't know who it is, it's fun. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-8020835192882752059?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/8020835192882752059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/8020835192882752059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi-peeps.html' title='hi peeps'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-2843235467743854619</id><published>2008-04-20T22:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:59:19.844-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ESFJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i redid my myers-briggs test tonite after talking with someone about personalities and such and what they saw in me.(no not who you're all thinking).  So i decided to do the test again.  Nothing has changed much which is fine, but this time, i found something interesting that went along with it.  It kind of explains the personality and characteristics of each, which i found interesting since it got me right on.  i won't be offended if you don't read it.&lt;br /&gt;On another note...i think that some friendships come and go...i have read this on other sites and tend to agree.  I've been very thankful to the few who still bother to keep in touch with me even with busy lives and the such...the ones that come to mind are caroline and jenn.  I really do enjoy your random suppers caro.  With life being as insane and stressful as it is at the moment....i think i'm done...done trying too hard to keep in touch with people who are too busy for me. and that's fine, i understand people have lives and are crazy busy without the time to call or leave facebook messages(thanks rie!). but ya.  i'm tired and i'm only 27.  seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guardians of birthdays, holidays and celebrations, ESFJs are generous entertainers. They enjoy and joyfully observe traditions and are liberal in giving, especially where custom prescribes.&lt;br /&gt;All else being equal, ESFJs enjoy being in charge. They see problems clearly and delegate easily, work hard and play with zest. ESFJs, as do most SJs, bear strong allegiance to rights of seniority. They willingly provide service (which embodies life's meaning) and expect the same from others.&lt;br /&gt;ESFJs are easily wounded. And when wounded, their emotions will not be contained. They by nature "wear their hearts on their sleeves," often exuding warmth and bonhomie, but not infrequently boiling over with the vexation of their souls. Some ESFJs channel these vibrant emotions into moving dramatic performances on stage and screen.&lt;br /&gt;Strong, contradictory forces consume the ESFJ. Their sense of right and wrong wrestles with an overwhelming rescuing, 'mothering' drive. This sometimes results in swift, immediate action taken upon a transgressor, followed by stern reprimand; ultimately, however, the prodigal is wrested from the gallows of their folly, just as the noose tightens and all hope is lost, by the very executioner!&lt;br /&gt;An ESFJ at odds with self is a remarkable sight. When a decision must be made, especially one involving the risk of conflict (abhorrent to ESFJs), there ensues an in-house wrestling match between the aforementioned black-and-white Values and the Nemesis of Discord. The contender pits self against self, once firmly deciding with the Right, then switching to Prudence to forestall hostilities, countered by unswerving Values, ad exhaustium, winner take all.&lt;br /&gt;As caretakers, ESFJs sense danger all around--germs within, the elements without, unscrupulous malefactors, insidious character flaws. The world is a dangerous place, not to be trusted. Not that the ESFJ is paranoid; 'hyper-vigilant' would be more precise. And thus they serve excellently as protectors, outstanding in fields such as medical care and elementary education. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-2843235467743854619?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/2843235467743854619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/2843235467743854619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/esfj.html' title='ESFJ'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-555603829617189874</id><published>2008-03-04T17:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T17:05:30.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>I looked over at my dresser the other day and noticed a pile of event tickets.  I realized man oh man, i have gone to a lot of stuff this year.  I have been able to go to a lot of things this year that i have never gone to or experienced.  Very exciting....and somewhat costly haha.  I hit the rodeo, Collective Soul, Beauty and the Beast, Motorsports Spectacular, skiid at Wapiti, went to the Ex, a demo derby, hung out at the beach....hmmm...wow.  I also noticed the credit card people up'd my card balance.  uh oh.  I should really pay that off.  Now if only i could win the lottery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-555603829617189874?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/555603829617189874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/555603829617189874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-718395887581306367</id><published>2008-02-18T11:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T11:56:42.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Caro's H.A. Party Part II</title><content type='html'>heehee....i figured i should maybe shorten the name for the sake of less embarrassment. : ) Yesterday was an absolutely fantastic day...went to church(figured it would go over-but man) It went over 25 minutes just because monster trucks were at 2 haha. Went to the motorcross...after too many girls argued about where to have a quick lunch. Watched cool bike races and mini mini tractors race and a short demo derby. then i came home...hit a snow bank, and got ready for Caro's dinner party.&lt;br /&gt;A good time by all i suspect. Caro made good food, we had wine, i had malibu, had fun conversations and saw good friends who came back to us briefly. : )&lt;br /&gt;i didn't put any of the baby on here b/c it's too public....but awwwww. heehee&lt;br /&gt;and i've decided i want to motorbike race. ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/R7nGHdABQGI/AAAAAAAAACU/tdLx4ot4bcE/s1600-h/Dinner+Party+Goodness+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168379878730448994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/R7nGHdABQGI/AAAAAAAAACU/tdLx4ot4bcE/s200/Dinner+Party+Goodness+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/R7nGH9ABQHI/AAAAAAAAACc/HqZ1yomCOuE/s1600-h/Dinner+Party+Goodness+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168379887320383602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/R7nGH9ABQHI/AAAAAAAAACc/HqZ1yomCOuE/s200/Dinner+Party+Goodness+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/R7nGIdABQII/AAAAAAAAACk/A05cNSVdnkI/s1600-h/MONSTER+TRUCKS+FEB.+17+08+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168379895910318210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/R7nGIdABQII/AAAAAAAAACk/A05cNSVdnkI/s200/MONSTER+TRUCKS+FEB.+17+08+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/R7nGI9ABQJI/AAAAAAAAACs/v_6yrFv6ty4/s1600-h/MONSTER+TRUCKS+FEB.+17+08+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168379904500252818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/R7nGI9ABQJI/AAAAAAAAACs/v_6yrFv6ty4/s200/MONSTER+TRUCKS+FEB.+17+08+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-718395887581306367?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/718395887581306367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/718395887581306367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/caros-ha-party-part-ii.html' title='Caro&apos;s H.A. Party Part II'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/R7nGHdABQGI/AAAAAAAAACU/tdLx4ot4bcE/s72-c/Dinner+Party+Goodness+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-7376444268650766269</id><published>2008-01-13T09:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T10:03:42.647-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where did you begin 2007?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think at helen's house during the New Years party. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what was your status by valentine's day? &lt;/strong&gt;single and happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;were you in school (anytime this year)?&lt;/strong&gt; i was working in a school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;did you have to go to the hospital?&lt;/strong&gt; not for me. to see my grandpa and then time at the care home with grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;did you have any encounters with the police?&lt;/strong&gt; nope....but just barely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where did you go on vacation?&lt;/strong&gt; St. Martin....a fantastic wonderful carribbean island. ah. warmness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what did you purchase that was over $500?&lt;/strong&gt; 2007 Aveo, laptop, plane tickets....this explains my Visa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you know anybody who got married? &lt;/strong&gt;hmmmm...i don't think i do...though i could be forgetting someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you know anybody who passed away?&lt;/strong&gt; my grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;did you move anywhere? &lt;/strong&gt;sure didn't unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go to any concerts/events? &lt;/strong&gt;Paul Benjamin(yay!), Beauty and the Beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what sporting events did you attend? &lt;/strong&gt;The rodeo(first time ever!), Rough Riders game, and all the ball games i played haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;describe your birthday: &lt;/strong&gt;it's in sept. i was sick. i had cake. my sister's boyfriend came over and insulted me....while i was sick...on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what has been your favourite moment(s)? &lt;/strong&gt;sooo many. mostly time with friends laughing, sharing sorrows, and enjoying each others company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;any new additions to your family? &lt;/strong&gt;sort of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what was your best month? &lt;/strong&gt;Aug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what music will you remember 2007 by? &lt;/strong&gt;eee....Umbrealla! haha...ugh. Apologize....someone ruined that one for me....and all the good stuff too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;made new friends? &lt;/strong&gt;definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;favourite night out? &lt;/strong&gt;usually fridays or saturdays : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how would you rate this year?&lt;/strong&gt; it was a year. lot of struggles with death, health, stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where did you spend most of your time?&lt;/strong&gt; everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;change your hairstyle? &lt;/strong&gt;not last year but it's definitely different now. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how old did you turn this year? &lt;/strong&gt;27&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you have a new year's resolution?&lt;/strong&gt; nope, made one years ago to never make another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do anything embarrassing?&lt;/strong&gt;everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;buy anything new from eBay? &lt;/strong&gt;no. bought some books from Chapters though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get married or divorced?&lt;/strong&gt;both....wait, that wasn't me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get arrested?&lt;/strong&gt;ha...no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;did you watch american idol?&lt;/strong&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;did you get sick this year?&lt;/strong&gt; just my typical pneumonia-that was fun with Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been snowboarding? &lt;/strong&gt;not since i wrecked my back years ago. i'll stick with skiing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are you happy to see 2007 go?&lt;/strong&gt;i'm indifferent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-7376444268650766269?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/7376444268650766269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/7376444268650766269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/where-did-you-begin-2007-i-think-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-5723923334141935629</id><published>2007-12-23T10:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T10:13:00.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Lost Friends</title><content type='html'>It's been a good weekend catching up with all the people who have left this fabulous utopia of Saskatoon for other places. : )  Wade made an interesting comment about us all connecting at FGCC and none of us really go there now.  Funny how life and people change i guess.  It was really good to hear what is happening in the lives of my friends.  Emails/FB is fine and all, but it's just not the same.  I'll post a few pic.'s when i get around to it. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was visiting with a friend i haven't seen since last year and they asked me "What's new?"  I said not much.....new job, new car, new church, new people, went travelling, family health scare, you know, the usual.  hahaha....wow.  Then i realized just how much of my life has changed this year.  No wonder i've felt really stressed at times!  It's also nice to feel like i've survived through it all.  I had told people i thought i'd try getting married this year b/c i hadn't done it yet....but i think with all the other things that have happened maybe i'll wait til next year. ; ) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all, and many Blessings for the New Year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-5723923334141935629?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/5723923334141935629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/5723923334141935629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/long-lost-friends.html' title='Long Lost Friends'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-6835051455383941423</id><published>2007-12-09T10:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T10:09:01.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hi hi</title><content type='html'>nothing much new to report people.  this is the first year i don't have "Christmas holidays"  It'll definitely be different.  someone said that was b/c i had a 'real job' this year.  i almost decked them in the nose.  apparently teaching children how to function and learn is not a 'real job'.  apparently i'm not quite over that. : )  i went to the movie dan in real life.  i really liked it.  i think i would consider buying it.  i have homeade stuffing in the oven for our weekly sunday potluck.  someone was going to bring boxed instead.  i thought they were nuts.  hope it doesn't taste like poo now.  that would be awkward.  and then i wouldn't win.  i am thinking i should go to caro's next weekend.  i really miss all you guys....we had A LOT of fun last time i went haha.  i went to my staff party on friday.  it blew.  though i have a really funny awkward story that you are welcome to ask about off the blog. : )  there is no new news to report at this time just to clarify. : ) haha....hope you are all having a good week you crazy non-facebookers....though i think i have a growing hatred toward it myself....and email....it only brings overanalyzing and frustration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-6835051455383941423?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/6835051455383941423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/6835051455383941423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/hi-hi.html' title='hi hi'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-824093477316767724</id><published>2007-11-12T20:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T20:39:49.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heeelllloooo!!!</title><content type='html'>As i said to Caro, i would in fact start attempting to blog again and would post some pic's from the other nite...due to none of those people being on facebook haha. I went to Caro's for a potluck, and what a nite we had! The potatoes gave us the finger....i mean we ate finger potatoes, had kahlua brownies and wine....OH!!! and i almost forgot....the nites' title: Caroline's hairy ass potluck HAHAHAHAHAHA.....oh people, we laughed until we cried. I laughed i cried, it moved me bob...oh wait. : ) I'm not even going to explain-the rest of you missed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/RzkLERH7buI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z2bG02MhFz4/s1600-h/Daycare+and+maple+creek+105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132145418309431010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/RzkLERH7buI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z2bG02MhFz4/s200/Daycare+and+maple+creek+105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; heehee....told you these were going up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/RzkLFBH7bvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/rBPrFrCBsuw/s1600-h/Daycare+and+maple+creek+109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132145431194332914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/RzkLFBH7bvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/rBPrFrCBsuw/s200/Daycare+and+maple+creek+109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/RzkLFhH7bwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8tNeJXis7RA/s1600-h/Daycare+and+maple+creek+108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132145439784267522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/RzkLFhH7bwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8tNeJXis7RA/s200/Daycare+and+maple+creek+108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wow. the wine stayed in the glasses while taking the pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/RzkLGBH7bxI/AAAAAAAAACE/khRP_M0JSjc/s1600-h/Daycare+and+maple+creek+112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132145448374202130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/RzkLGBH7bxI/AAAAAAAAACE/khRP_M0JSjc/s200/Daycare+and+maple+creek+112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/RzkLGxH7byI/AAAAAAAAACM/qX9SefVz8PY/s1600-h/Daycare+and+maple+creek+111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132145461259104034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/RzkLGxH7byI/AAAAAAAAACM/qX9SefVz8PY/s200/Daycare+and+maple+creek+111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-824093477316767724?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/824093477316767724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/824093477316767724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/heeelllloooo.html' title='Heeelllloooo!!!'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/RzkLERH7buI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z2bG02MhFz4/s72-c/Daycare+and+maple+creek+105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-7648700496645100652</id><published>2007-10-28T10:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T10:09:43.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, i ask myself...'self, why are you such an idiot?' hmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-7648700496645100652?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/7648700496645100652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/7648700496645100652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-i-ask-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-3648055958442302619</id><published>2007-10-21T21:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T21:28:42.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously</title><content type='html'>At what point does highschool drama end and grown up thinking begin?!  Every year i think, hmm....older, maybe people will stop gossiping about who may be with who and why they don't like people who they are in reality jealous about.  mother of pearl.  When do people who condemn gossip and yet cut down their friends stop?  sigh....that is my rant for today.&lt;br /&gt;and yes i bet you thought, since it's been awhile there might be something here....tough nuts for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-3648055958442302619?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/3648055958442302619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/3648055958442302619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/seriously.html' title='Seriously'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-2308338519625087221</id><published>2007-08-07T11:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T11:30:03.588-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><content type='html'>- finished reitmans july 28th&lt;br /&gt;- went to edmonton and kinuso july 30-aug 3&lt;br /&gt;- today i'm going to the Ex with my mentoree student and prolly again&lt;br /&gt;- i start my new job tomorrow-am looking forward to it&lt;br /&gt;- SIAST staff are useless and every time i have called they tell me to call someone else&lt;br /&gt;- went to hairspray with rie and helen last nite-i had really low expectations, but really enjoyed it&lt;br /&gt;- i would really like to get to banff, or some pretty mountainous form this year&lt;br /&gt;- my parents leave with my sis for school in 3 weeks thurs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-2308338519625087221?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/2308338519625087221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/2308338519625087221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-2020927316854378575</id><published>2007-07-18T11:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T22:27:56.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>So, i told the new place that i can start on aug. 8th and i'm done at reitmans on the 30th. That means i get holidays after all!!! Now where to go/who to see....hmmm.... : ) Anyone up for camping?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-2020927316854378575?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/2020927316854378575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/2020927316854378575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-8240856757451075333</id><published>2007-07-15T10:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T10:55:25.438-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's New</title><content type='html'>-played in a ball tournie yesterday-we won the 'B' side final.  I have one goose egg, a bunch of bruises, a couple of sore muscles and one MVP award&lt;br /&gt;overall, a very good day, though uber uber hot.&lt;br /&gt;-our A/C died yesterday as well, not good after 8 hours in the sun&lt;br /&gt;-my sis is still going to bible school in fall(therefore party at my house when the 'rent's take her)&lt;br /&gt;-i still am enjoying my pretty blue car(bellini if you will-means little beautiful one)&lt;br /&gt;-i got another new job this past thurs. -mon-fri 9-5  (most likely not going back to the school-but unconfirmed as of yet)&lt;br /&gt;-i'll be quitting reitmans this week&lt;br /&gt;-i started with my mentor student this week as well&lt;br /&gt;-i've gone from working surrounded with Christian people to submersed in inner city life....and i believe i'm okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;And i have a fabulous tan haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-8240856757451075333?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/8240856757451075333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/8240856757451075333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s New'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-4033873176986595532</id><published>2007-06-14T16:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T16:31:00.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Details</title><content type='html'>I knew my car needed a few things done but it could wait a 'little while' said the guy.  Well, driving home from the lake 2 Sundays ago with 3 others in the car, i noticed that we would randomly swerve in different directions.  And i thought, hmmm my driving isn't that bad.  I made sure to tell the others that i was in fact not the one doing it. : )  The next Wed., i took my little Herbie to the shop to see what might be wrong.  The guy took Herbie for a drive and checked the front half out.  The guy sits at the table i was waiting at, looks me in the eye  and says, "you're car is dangerous, please park it tonite and never drive it again."  Hmmm...i think, that's not good.  The poor car needed $2500 of work done in the front half alone.  ball joints, struts, pinions soaked in oil, the tires(brand new Pirelli i might add) were rubbed to the metal bindings due to everything moving around...etc.  Basically, the car could shift into the other lane or ditch and kill everyone in it.  Poor car.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I had been thinking the day before, well, i would consider leasing a car come sept.  Well, sept, turned into june 7th.  The dealer gave me an absurd price for my poor car.  And being more crazy then practical, i didn't take out the stereo or comand start before he looked at it.  (maybe doing it all by myself wasn't the smartest idea)  I am now the proud leaser(not loser) of a 2007 Chev Aveo.  It's pretty and it's blue.  The only criteria i had was A/C and cup holders. : )  But i got a whole whackload more.  It ended up being more costly too-but they only had 2 left.  Oh well-it's still blue and pretty. : )  Still figuring out a name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-4033873176986595532?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/4033873176986595532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/4033873176986595532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/details.html' title='Details'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-1448695720000165029</id><published>2007-06-07T18:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T18:59:05.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother of Pearl</title><content type='html'>What a crazy couple of days! here is the short end:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old car(herbie the love car)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/RmilCbNKuTI/AAAAAAAAABc/jdWhp62xS3Q/s1600-h/2004_0131carsrobins0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073486441314171186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/RmilCbNKuTI/AAAAAAAAABc/jdWhp62xS3Q/s320/2004_0131carsrobins0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Car (to be named at a later date)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/RmilCrNKuUI/AAAAAAAAABk/XiFgOzIT_uM/s1600-h/2004_0131carsrobins0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073486445609138498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/RmilCrNKuUI/AAAAAAAAABk/XiFgOzIT_uM/s320/2004_0131carsrobins0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-1448695720000165029?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/1448695720000165029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/1448695720000165029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/mother-of-pearl.html' title='Mother of Pearl'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/RmilCbNKuTI/AAAAAAAAABc/jdWhp62xS3Q/s72-c/2004_0131carsrobins0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-49985648058928995</id><published>2007-06-02T09:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T09:45:53.177-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;YAY!!! I have found a ball team to play on....well actually they found me. Sharon called me to sub one day and then another and then Marv asked me to come every nite haha. And i don't suck! i was a little worried after missing last season, but not to fear-low level of sucking. : ) I was happy that didn't lose any batting ability since that is what i'm most happy with. I held the bat a little higher when i heard the other team say she can bat...made my day it did. hooray for team. As long as i keep icing my pulled leg muscle, i'll be good to go for saturday. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-49985648058928995?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/49985648058928995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/49985648058928995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/found.html' title='Found'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-228484710632713670</id><published>2007-05-27T11:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T11:51:18.952-06:00</updated><title type='text'>heehee</title><content type='html'>Who knew that a giant dog, very mini beer, and wonderful friends were the key to a fabulous bbq? : )  I've had a really good weekend.  It was really nice not to be totally stressed out about family health, issues and job stuff for a whole weekend.  Playing ball friday nite was really fun even though i hadn't done that for 2 summers i didn't suck and was happy with that.  I had two wonderful friends come watch and cheer me on...though usually when i was doing nothing haha.  Alexanders was also fun with nachos, etc.&lt;br /&gt;  I worked little wienny shifts of 3 hours Fri., Sat, and today which make the afternoons go by quick and save off boredom.  I'm in the lead for a contest at work which impresses the boss.  I really like the girls i work with-there are younger girls around ish my age and middle age and a couple ladies who work to have something to do-mainly for the clothes i think.&lt;br /&gt;  I went to a fabulous bbq at Morgans farm.  I like farms.  I like the country.  It was really nice to get out of the city even for a couple of hours.  It was really good spending time with people I don't see enough of and laughing.  I think laughter is amazingly medicinal.  And people are right Caro....we will laugh at the mini drinks for awhile-but really it made the nite so good on ya. : )  We definitely need to continue having bbq's throughout the summer-or camping...camping would be fun too. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-228484710632713670?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/228484710632713670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/228484710632713670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/heehee.html' title='heehee'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-4302663637866581391</id><published>2007-05-20T15:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T15:37:29.934-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Longing for Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/RlC_fyuXcAI/AAAAAAAAABU/n8rYt0o9xRU/s1600-h/Long+Bay-Standing+on+Rock+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066760133704904706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/RlC_fyuXcAI/AAAAAAAAABU/n8rYt0o9xRU/s320/Long+Bay-Standing+on+Rock+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-4302663637866581391?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/4302663637866581391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/4302663637866581391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/longing-for-adventure.html' title='Longing for Adventure'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/RlC_fyuXcAI/AAAAAAAAABU/n8rYt0o9xRU/s72-c/Long+Bay-Standing+on+Rock+6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-608483506224136835</id><published>2007-05-16T17:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T17:50:45.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>This afternoon i read a book.  An entire book.  No, not a fluffy fictional book.  The word my dad used was 'compelling'.  It's called "90 Minutes in Heaven"  It will be the only book that i think every member in my family has read.  It was really intriguing and quite a comfort with all the recent events.  If you have ever struggled with the idea of Heaven or are curious i do recommend the book. It's one man's-a pastor actually-account of what happened to him after being dead for 90 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-608483506224136835?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/608483506224136835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/608483506224136835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-104263689400080569</id><published>2007-05-15T14:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T14:30:56.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>For all you Grey's Fans out there, if you go to abc.com you can take the test of which grey's girl you are most like.  I am most like Meredith....not shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note:  i start on thurs. at reitmens.  i was out of work for exactly 1 week.  I had 2 offers and applied at 3 places-i'll be getting another call yet-i'll prolly say no.&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated reitmens by buying a new outfit....from riki's. haha.  I'll buy from reitmens when i get my 50% off.  I won't get discount at riki's so i spent the money on an entire outfit haha.  I had fun.  I don't have to work the long weekend-hooray!  And if people are around and want to do somethin' let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-104263689400080569?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/104263689400080569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/104263689400080569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-2546445178615390121</id><published>2007-05-12T10:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T10:57:40.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Silver Linning Perhaps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I do believe i am becoming arrogent-well when it comes to the job market anyway. I've realized something. I can have pretty much whatever crap job i want. I had 2 interviews at reitmens and 1 interview/job offer at cleo. Even though cleo can gaurantee me lots of hours, i do believe i will take reitmens(providing they hire me-though she said she really wants me there-it's just reference calling now). Cleo has many rules to dress and i don't find the need for pantyhose in my life at all-definitely a bonus for reitmens. Also with reitmens, i don't have to work every sunday as i would at cleo. If i don't get enough shifts at reitmens, i will then apply somewhere else part time-but i think i'll see how this goes-providing i get hired. : )&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying anything anything about all the current stresses in my life-today i am attempting to be positive and to know that i am loved. Everything else can wait until tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-2546445178615390121?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/2546445178615390121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/2546445178615390121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/some-silver-linning-perhaps.html' title='Some Silver Linning Perhaps'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-6228419441221784379</id><published>2007-05-09T14:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T14:29:59.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>200th Post</title><content type='html'>You would think i'd have something betther then this for a 200th post...but i don't, i really don't.&lt;br /&gt;This is what comsumes my non-working time now when i'm not suntanning...sigh.  For all those who played bubble bobble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fetchfido.co.uk/games/bubble-bobble/bubble.htm"&gt;http://www.fetchfido.co.uk/games/bubble-bobble/bubble.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-6228419441221784379?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/6228419441221784379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/6228419441221784379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/200th-post.html' title='200th Post'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-7673665540730879796</id><published>2007-05-07T07:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T07:57:51.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Screw You's Continue</title><content type='html'>Seriously??!!!  I know God doesn't allow us more then we can handle-but seriously???  I do believe i am quite close to the edge of what i'm capable of.&lt;br /&gt;So, on top of dealing with the funeral, dad got rather ill last week(he's on med's now and has to go for more testing yet again) NOW i find out YESTERDAY that TODAY is my LAST day at the shoe store.  What the frick?!  Here's the kicker-today i have been there 3 months.  After asking if i was being let go 2 weeks ago and told no-i would never fire u.....what the crap.  People are dumb.&lt;br /&gt;hope you're all having a better week then me.&lt;br /&gt;by the way-to the people i spent saturday eve with....i had a really good time.  A definite bright spot in an otherwise crappy weekend. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-7673665540730879796?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/7673665540730879796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/7673665540730879796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-screw-yous-continue.html' title='And the Screw You&apos;s Continue'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-1674395023732945909</id><published>2007-05-04T13:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T13:43:26.462-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone???</title><content type='html'>Anyone interested in joining me on a roadtrip/concert?  Josh Groban is on tour and i would really really like to go-of course he's skipping sk on the tour...sigh.  He will be in Edmonton, Calgary, Winnipeg and Vancouver.  They are all in August.  If anyone is interested let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-1674395023732945909?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/1674395023732945909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/1674395023732945909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/anyone.html' title='Anyone???'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-7161037005735556270</id><published>2007-05-02T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T21:09:46.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My grandma's funeral was yesterday.  A very long day.  I was a pallbearer, my back is sore today.  An entire day of people asking me who i belong to.  I wanted to make a nametag saying... "I belong to...." or else i think we should all wear family trees while attending menno. funerals.  I'm still quite worn out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm applying for another job in lawson mall due to a major cut of hours at the useless shoe place.&lt;br /&gt;My dad got sick the day of the funeral.  We're not quite sure if it's something serious or not.  He isn't throwing up anymore at least.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful to mark and scotty for going out for nachos and giggles on mon. nite.  I don't think i would have made it through the funeral day without having that crazy fun nite before.  Man did we laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-7161037005735556270?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/7161037005735556270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/7161037005735556270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-grandmas-funeral-was-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-1691632866972038921</id><published>2007-04-27T08:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T08:46:42.082-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Say Goodbye</title><content type='html'>My grandma passed away yesterday after living with Alzeimers for some years now.  At 445 she went to heaven where i'm sure she is able to speak again-and i'm quite certain she will talk...a lot. : )  I went to the home on Tues.  and i'm happy she isn't in pain anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-1691632866972038921?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/1691632866972038921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/1691632866972038921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/time-to-say-goodbye.html' title='Time to Say Goodbye'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-5620670570593789715</id><published>2007-04-24T07:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T07:23:36.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd rather be There....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/Ri4DVnmGt9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/ftlPddtNO98/s1600-h/Long+Bay-Standing+on+Path+Open+Arm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056983101524588498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/Ri4DVnmGt9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/ftlPddtNO98/s200/Long+Bay-Standing+on+Path+Open+Arm.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Standing on the path to Long Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/Ri4DWXmGt_I/AAAAAAAAABE/Nf1jMqbzaW0/s1600-h/Le-Flamboyant-Lounge+Chair+w+Trees+and+Water.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056983114409490418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/Ri4DWXmGt_I/AAAAAAAAABE/Nf1jMqbzaW0/s200/Le-Flamboyant-Lounge+Chair+w+Trees+and+Water.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Lagoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/Ri4DV3mGt-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/p6pqaIolyWQ/s1600-h/Maho+Beach-Plane+Landing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056983105819555810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/Ri4DV3mGt-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/p6pqaIolyWQ/s200/Maho+Beach-Plane+Landing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maho Beach. The Landing strip is just to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/Ri4DWnmGuAI/AAAAAAAAABM/iaX-IqJy6SY/s1600-h/Lotterie+Farm-Snail+on+Leaf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056983118704457730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/Ri4DWnmGuAI/AAAAAAAAABM/iaX-IqJy6SY/s200/Lotterie+Farm-Snail+on+Leaf.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Snail. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few pic.'s from the fabulous St. Martin. I keep waiting for all the stress and tiredness to go away before posting...i've realized that won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;We're waiting for my grandma to pass away-she's been in a nursing home for a couple years with Alzeimers already. Dad's kidney function has gone even lower and is getting close to dialysis levels. Pam is really going to Columbia Bible College and decided to surprise mom with Hi i need $10 000. My back is still pretty bad-going to get the drugs today-thought i could handle without. That's my life right now....dreaming of St. Martin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-5620670570593789715?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/5620670570593789715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/5620670570593789715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/id-rather-be-there.html' title='I&apos;d rather be There....'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/Ri4DVnmGt9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/ftlPddtNO98/s72-c/Long+Bay-Standing+on+Path+Open+Arm.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-9012707905243588536</id><published>2007-04-19T13:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T13:29:07.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/RifC6XmGt8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/u5F17Gh2ypI/s1600-h/Matty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055223414768711618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/RifC6XmGt8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/u5F17Gh2ypI/s320/Matty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-9012707905243588536?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/9012707905243588536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/9012707905243588536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/RifC6XmGt8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/u5F17Gh2ypI/s72-c/Matty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-8827810034900061506</id><published>2007-04-18T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T21:28:25.621-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Need</title><content type='html'>of prayer....and maybe good drugs.  My back is still strained/sprained from weeks ago now and i'm sick of pain.  I went for a massage and i even went to a chiropractor(not as scary as first thought) and i've still been working with pain.  Funny thing, i had very little to no pain while in St. Maarten and yet as soon as i get home-PAIN.  I have a doctors appt. tomorrow so i'm hoping they can fix me.  It's come to the point where my boss(shoe) hasn't put me on the May schedule because she's thinking i can't bend and it's a bendy type job.  She doesn't want me wrecking myself and also doesn't want a workers comp. hitting the store.  Though i wouldn't even try since they know i was hurt before-but ya....i won't be quitting so if they let me go-they better give me something rather. ugh i miss walking upright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-8827810034900061506?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/8827810034900061506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/8827810034900061506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-need.html' title='In Need'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-8587001847497623761</id><published>2007-04-16T20:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T20:10:40.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road</title><content type='html'>because it had already walked through our restaurant and i was trying to take its picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home. I'm peeling. I'm really quite tired. I'm safe. I'll post more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/RiQsQDUWG9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cnk5hr11LGQ/s1600-h/Le+Flamboyant.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054213336096709586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/RiQsQDUWG9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cnk5hr11LGQ/s320/Le+Flamboyant.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   This is our lagoon in the morning.  The only time you really got decent amount of shade.  Sigh, i miss it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-8587001847497623761?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/8587001847497623761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/8587001847497623761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-did-chicken-cross-road.html' title='Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPawD9OYe8g/RiQsQDUWG9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cnk5hr11LGQ/s72-c/Le+Flamboyant.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-5197889466290376476</id><published>2007-04-06T07:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T07:46:57.125-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Like a kid on Saturday morning</title><content type='html'>Remember when you were little(at least for me)  and you got up earlier then the parents.  Trying to be quiet down the steps not to wake them and to turn the tv volume down  as it comes blarring on. (haha well the last part more in my house)  I felt like that this morning.  I'm so used to awaking at 6 that by 730am i didn't know what to do with myself and couldn't stay in bed.  So, i'm sitting here wondering what one does at 730am when people are sleeping.  It's easier when i need to get ready for work or what not.  I think i may be turning into a morning person. eep.  Well, at least until i start sleeping in and the routine gets messed.  I find that for me to get a decent nite of sleep, i really have to keep with a routine of going to bed/getting up at the same time-otherwise things get crazy haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note....I have the most amazing friends ever.  This week has been kind of long(even though short) with working a lot and my back being sprained(found that out at the chiropractor yesterday-surprise! that's why it hurts).  I've met so many random people this week that i hadn't seen in awhile-it was really good.&lt;br /&gt;And really i thought to myself, i'm only leaving for 10 days and still people call to say have a good trip(Rie, mom told me last nite at 1130 that you called too-sorry i didn't call u back!)  It made me feel really quite special after a yucky day at work.  So thanks to everyone who made my day.&lt;br /&gt;I even got to see my dear friend &lt;a href="http://mennogirl.com/jenjie/"&gt;Jenn&lt;/a&gt; last nite for coffee.  She called me very shortly after arriving from Regina. Thanks hun!  A very good couple of days indeed friendwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-5197889466290376476?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/5197889466290376476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/5197889466290376476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/like-kid-on-saturday-morning.html' title='Like a kid on Saturday morning'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-7456074443868030419</id><published>2007-04-05T18:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T18:51:21.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Poo</title><content type='html'>my sister was accepted to the Quest program at Columbia Bible College.  Intriguing.  It will be an interesting decision if she also gets into nursing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-7456074443868030419?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/7456074443868030419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/7456074443868030419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-poo.html' title='What the Poo'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-196423968024873654</id><published>2007-04-05T07:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T07:33:24.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies....When you work too much</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness....where have the last 4 days gone?!  When i started the trip countdown i thought either it will take forever, or nothing at all.  Well i'm pretty sure that yesterday was still Feb.  I have a chiropractor appt. this am-at 8 actually....kinda sad-i got to still sleep in(til 7! :) ) I have 8 more hours of work....in which i'll try to do the least amount possible-and the one lady will make sure i don't hurt myself more-she's been very sweet.  Then no more work-hooray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-196423968024873654?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/196423968024873654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/196423968024873654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/time-flieswhen-you-work-too-much.html' title='Time Flies....When you work too much'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-6308901349418694911</id><published>2007-04-01T18:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T18:14:31.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee</title><content type='html'>Not much to report.  I've been working a lot-due to the new girl never showing up.  The boss is in Vancouver so i'm covering her shifts as well.  But i need to pay off my Visa so i guess that's okay.  The only time it seems like too much is when i work 730am to 9pm.  It makes for a long day.&lt;br /&gt;I slipped on ice outside our house a couple of days ago and although i didn't fall, i re-injured my lower back from something i did a few years back.  This is quite painful and only seems better with constant movement and staying upright.  This could cause problems with flying 7 hours in two days soon.  Anyone have any home remedies for muscle aches????  I've done the ibuprofen and muscle relaxants don't work on me.  The hot water bottle has become my closest friend-but i haven't found anything that really fixes it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-6308901349418694911?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/6308901349418694911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/6308901349418694911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/busy-bee.html' title='Busy Bee'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-1405917016751488006</id><published>2007-03-26T20:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T20:07:01.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I smell like summer</title><content type='html'>So after a not so amazing first fake tanning experience, i figured, well i paid the $$ i better use the minutes.  After crawling in this time i realized that hey-if you pull really hard, the bed DOES close....haha so &lt;em&gt;that's why &lt;/em&gt;i didn't feel anything last time and it didn't do anything.  I am so s-m-r-t.  AND by being able to close the bed i don't feel so exposed.  There is no door at this crazy spa-just divider type things-and well-there is a gap.  I've decided i don't care anymore-though with it closed you can't see anything-so meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a plethera of work shifts before i leave unfortunately, so i'll have to be extra prepared.  I have 1 full day off and 2 afternoons before haha...so that will consist of packing, tanning and last minute things i forgot.  11 days...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;The new full time girl never showed up and that's why i still have an abundance of hours.  I mean, it's good in a way so i can pay this trip off-seeing as how in retrospect, i really should have used the money for other things-but it's too late now.  Oh well, i'll continue saving when i get home for other such things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-1405917016751488006?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/1405917016751488006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/1405917016751488006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-smell-like-summer.html' title='I smell like summer'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-7866020507721707042</id><published>2007-03-19T21:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:20:46.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>So now that i finished making Helen's fabulous afghan(and yes it looks fabulous) i'm not quite certain how to fill my time at home.  I mean i'm sure there's cleaning or other such things to do, but when i am just sitting and/or watching t.v. it was nice to have something to keep my hands busy.  Sigh, it's all over, most likely til next year.  I am tempted to start packing for my trip only because i know as it draws closer-i won't want to-i hate packing-and unpacking for that matter.  My suitcase will likely sit in my room for a good week after i return.  I need some projects to do especially with the shoe place cutting my shifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 days til islan fun begins : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-7866020507721707042?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/7866020507721707042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/7866020507721707042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-4750350269244661777</id><published>2007-03-16T23:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T23:49:03.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ah relaxation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;...sigh.... all i need is ritz crackers and josh groban ('s music) to relax.  A wonderful way to relax after an odd crazy week.  I'm glad it's done-and am hoping to eat normal food again soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-4750350269244661777?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/4750350269244661777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/4750350269244661777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/ah-relaxation.html' title='ah relaxation'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-2400055330801871809</id><published>2007-03-13T10:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T10:48:24.703-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yuck'/><title type='text'>Of Juice and Tow Trucks</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a horrible day.  I woke up at 3am monday morn. to realize that the world was spinning and i felt like i was on a ship.  Thinking man, never again with the Mexican food and movie popcorn in one day.  After 3 hours of sleep a well, never mind what else haha i decided that i could really just tough it out and head to work for 9.5 hours.  Breakfast consisted of Ibuprofen and pepto pills...mmm mmm.  It wasn't even too bad-until 1100.  I guess the drugs had all worn off-man alive i don't deal well with acheyness at all.  I get to the shoe store and tell the boss how i feel to which she says-i'm sick too-i'm going home-well poo-if i knew i had an option.  I ended up working with the head honcho boss-good thing she knew i wasn't well-she was very kind.  i was so ticked at my boss though.  This week her and i are the only 'day' staff working because the other lady is in Toronto.  sigh.   Made it through work...get home, and get stuck-RIGHT in front of the driveway-directly accross the stinking driveway.  SO i get out to get a shovel and am in water up to my calves...sigh....after shoveling and mom pushing-we call a tow truck and dad deals with him while i get out of the wet stuff and realize my feet are quite frozen and hurt a lot.  stink.   I decided to just stay in bed at that point.  Though i had eaten 6 crackers all day and opted for some toast before bed....fall asleep at oh 930pm haha.  Thinking well, tomorrow will be better...until i wake up at 3am yet again but this time with nasty fever and chills which last for hours...sigh.    So i took the morning off of school and am skipping youth tonite-i'll stick it out at the shoe place since there's only one girl working from another store.  Oh well it beats the 9.5 hour day it was supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea....dad was also stuck too-which ended in another tow truck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the city needs to get off it's............ and clean up our flooded half frozen crescent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-2400055330801871809?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/2400055330801871809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/2400055330801871809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/of-juice-and-tow-trucks.html' title='Of Juice and Tow Trucks'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-6265092187961281931</id><published>2007-03-11T19:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T19:39:05.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birdie Heaven</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday mom killed the poor little buzzardy looking birdie.  I've realized i don't want pets(well besides walter the fish since he's already here).  I can't deal with the dead part.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I have had 2 whole days off of all jobs and it's been fabulous.  It feels so wonderful to be able to lie in bed in the morning and not have to think about all the things i need to do-but to just stay in bed for hours because i can.  The only problem with sitting around for my one day off is that my back/neck aren't used to it and are out of whack.  This rather is annoying due to the upcoming 52 hour work week i have ahead of me.  Oh well, i will muddle through.  I'm trying to focus on the payouts this week.  My other weeks aren't nearly so crazy with hours which is good.  There was another full time girl hired and they had cut some more hours-and it's funny, i want less hours but not less money.  Now that i have a little money and i'm not constantly in the red, i just want more.  Man, it's soo easy to become selfish!!!!  It was easier when i had no money. : )  But, back to relishing my last few hours of freedom before i need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 days til i leave. heehee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was 29 today....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-6265092187961281931?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/6265092187961281931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/6265092187961281931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/birdie-heaven.html' title='Birdie Heaven'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-18217859691287340</id><published>2007-03-04T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T21:32:11.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff and Fluff</title><content type='html'>I'm on work day number 8 in a row... i get next weekend totally off...sigh...i won't know what to do with myself.&lt;br /&gt;The mall was quiet and boring today.  This is what i came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two girls worked in a shoe store.&lt;br /&gt;Sad for customers no more.&lt;br /&gt;They took turns on break.&lt;br /&gt;So they had no aches.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday shifts are quite a bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another more exciting note.  I LEAVE FOR ST. MARTIN/SINT MAARTEN IN 33 DAYS!  Yes yes, it seems like a long time, but really, a month and 3 days goes quickly-especially when you're working like a dog.  It's an island in the caribbean and it has 33 beaches, great snorkling and fun bistros.  It's owned by the French and Dutch which is odd, but i'm sure will be interesting.  I've checked the beaches so not to end up at the nude ones. : )&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link to one of the better pages for the place.&lt;a href="http://www.geographia.com/st-martin/"&gt;http://www.geographia.com/st-martin/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-18217859691287340?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/18217859691287340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/18217859691287340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/stuff-and-fluff.html' title='Stuff and Fluff'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-575270746594550196</id><published>2007-02-27T13:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T13:58:15.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have nothing interesting to say....so i'll say nothing at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-575270746594550196?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/575270746594550196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/575270746594550196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-have-nothing-interesting-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-4349741294590456099</id><published>2007-02-23T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T21:29:17.869-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  finished a 55 hour work week&lt;br /&gt;-  learned being lactose intolerant, i can't handle having a bowl of cheerios in the morn.&lt;br /&gt;-  saw a person with purple hair&lt;br /&gt;-  saw a person with a green mullet&lt;br /&gt;-  randomly chatted with people who worked around me&lt;br /&gt;-  didn't sell anything for over 3 hours due to lack of people&lt;br /&gt;-  drew a tree&lt;br /&gt;-  realized being fickle only ends up with wasted effort&lt;br /&gt;-  am thinking of a fabulous warm place i hope to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;-  am wondering how the guy driving in front of me didn't get smooshed by the idiot semi driver&lt;br /&gt;-  am thinking i need to wash my feet after 13 hours in the same shoes&lt;br /&gt;-  am also thinking it's time for a movie and coconut rum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-4349741294590456099?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/4349741294590456099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/4349741294590456099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-935867269397628960</id><published>2007-02-18T11:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T11:11:15.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I think i can i think i can</title><content type='html'>Some break.  after today i will have finished 39 hours of work.  Now for regular people that's nothing, but for someone who has become accustomed to working 730-1230 it's a bit of a stretch.  I fear i am becoming a hermit.  I am around people now somedays for 13-15 hours and find that after that i just want to hide in my room.  Therefore neglecting my fabulous friends.  Sigh...i'm in need of balance.  Though after crazy nasty week next week i believe it will get better.  Next week i have 55 hours of work, not including the time driving between one job to the next.  BUT the week after i only have around 38, so it will be more relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;The bonus to working so much is that i don't go out for 'coffee' which typically costs around $15 a shot.  Though Buck or Two is just a little too handy-though i'm sticking to buying water from there now.&lt;br /&gt;Today is day 6 of work in a row...i have 1 day off and i do it all over again...but hooray for $$.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-935867269397628960?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/935867269397628960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/935867269397628960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-think-i-can-i-think-i-can.html' title='I think i can i think i can'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-246814534638892039</id><published>2007-02-11T17:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T17:40:21.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet wonderful sleep</title><content type='html'>oh blogger, you couldn't be happy when i had a nice short sign in name and password so you make me change it all...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've officially made it through more then a week of working 3 jobs.  Well, hanging out with B in the morning isn't really work but well it takes me away from home and so on.  The kids at school were super hyper on friday-being the last day before the break and our Valentine's party.  Some of the kids were literally shaking in their desks...it was kinds funny.  My newest job has been good.  I hate working at something where i don't know everything right away.  I just want to be amazing at it right away...if only.  I'm working at a retail shoe place with very expensive shoes....hehe...and i get my first pair free...so like any smart person, i went for expensive shoes. : )  I'm already looking and trying on fabulous sandels...good thing i get a really good discount.  So with these three places, i'm working up to 13 hours a day and still doing youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being on the verge of sick for 2 days, i decided to skip church this morn and curl up back in bed.  And i'm glad i did.  i slept on and off from 1030pm to 1130am...and it was wonderful.  I have today and tomorrow off of all 3 places and am quite enjoying the relaxing aspect of off time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw someone that people from the 'old' fgcc c&amp;c had been wondering what happened to-it was funny...oh the Christian world keeps shrinking i think.  Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-246814534638892039?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/246814534638892039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/246814534638892039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/sweet-wonderful-sleep.html' title='Sweet wonderful sleep'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-117071334173977156</id><published>2007-02-05T15:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T16:09:01.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>coconut rum monday</title><content type='html'>so i bought the movie Failure to Launch...and in said movie, the crazy roomate of Sara Jessica Parker has Champagne Thursday...actually that happens a couple times during a week but anyway.  So, i decided after a somewhat frustrating afternoon, it's officially.....da da da....COCONUT RUM MONDAY!!  hooray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-117071334173977156?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/117071334173977156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/117071334173977156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/coconut-rum-monday.html' title='coconut rum monday'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-117060047558635507</id><published>2007-02-04T08:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T08:47:55.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>appetizer goodness</title><content type='html'>"Can I have a hairy beast?"  This was my favorite quote of the nite said by Helen during our scattegories game.  To which Shannon had told her "You have one!" pointing to Matt.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i really enjoyed having people over and seeing people i haven't seen in awhile.  And this time i didn't even call everyone to see what they were making in case we all made the same....so what if pretty much everything had cheese. haha&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, what an amazing ice ring i made....well once some of the stuff melted and you could see the pretty fruit design. : )  (again, thanx to whoever broke up the pretty ice ring as they were 'stirring' the punch)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-117060047558635507?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/117060047558635507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/117060047558635507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/appetizer-goodness.html' title='appetizer goodness'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-117028543197156266</id><published>2007-01-31T17:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T17:17:11.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray...and a Yippy!!</title><content type='html'>The first 2 days without a computer were rather torcherous(it crashed saturday nite)...but the next two days, i hardly noticed it was gone.  Kind of a blessing of sorts.  I got tons of stuff done in the last couple of days-though i would have had to whether the computer was here or not.&lt;br /&gt;-I drove mom and dad to the airport&lt;br /&gt;-took the 'puter to get fixed&lt;br /&gt;-took my car to get the molding reglued-though i have to go back again.urgh&lt;br /&gt;-picked up my new spec's and contacts&lt;br /&gt;-got a new job&lt;br /&gt;-visited grandpa in the hospital&lt;br /&gt;-picked up food&lt;br /&gt;-worked on a wonderful friends afghan&lt;br /&gt;-shoveled the driveway twice--every time i finish-it starts snowing again-i quit&lt;br /&gt;-got food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;no wonder i'm tired!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-117028543197156266?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/117028543197156266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/117028543197156266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/hoorayand-yippy.html' title='Hooray...and a Yippy!!'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-116994077599128557</id><published>2007-01-27T17:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T17:32:56.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oh dear</title><content type='html'>so mom and dad have been getting ready all week to leave for mexico-mom has been packing all day....&lt;br /&gt;we just got a call from my aunt that my grandpa is in the hospital with blocked arteries.  he's already had a sex (that's right sex) bypass years ago.  (that means that they had to fix 6 out of the 7 arteries leading to his heart)  so ya.  please pray...and his wife(my grandma) is in a home (he goes to feed her every day)&lt;br /&gt;so i really hope he is okay..and not just because i want my party....     last year, just before they left, my grandma had health trouble too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-116994077599128557?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116994077599128557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116994077599128557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-dear.html' title='oh dear'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-116961156924567133</id><published>2007-01-23T22:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T22:06:09.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so it's really time to face the fact that i need a second-or third or whatever job.  i don't have enough money to comfortably be paying off debt as i would like and i don't get enough hours....and well, i'm really not working for the city school board-they tick me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions for a part time job?  and i mean realistic suggestions. : )  and no, i am not going back to tim hortons...or macdonalds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-116961156924567133?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116961156924567133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116961156924567133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-its-really-time-to-face-fact-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-116939548422573518</id><published>2007-01-21T10:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T10:04:44.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh.  it's frustrating.  i think to myself, 'self, i would like to invite peopel over for a small sized potluck.  Then i realize how many people i haven't seen in awhile and after mentioning it more people know...sigh...the idea will be re-vamped i believe.  Though, i'm sure no less fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-116939548422573518?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116939548422573518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116939548422573518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-116924301221548265</id><published>2007-01-19T15:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T15:43:32.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Loner Me</title><content type='html'>I have a fabulous afternoon after a trying morning.  I don't know what was up with 'my' kid today...every time i told the student to work all i got was a frown and a 'no'. argh.  Empty threats only go so far.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, onto my great afternoon instead.  I ate lunch at school which was nice because i don't normally do that and to actually connect with some staff was good.  Then i took off for my eye appointment at which my doctor gave me crap for not coming sooner and wearing my contacts too long and using not good enough solution, but oh well i was glad to have it done...and paid for haha.  My doc. is in midtown...man, i hate that place-especially during high school finals-so many punks.  I then went to Eyes Int. to put in an order for contacts and looked around.  Man, they have super bad service-and i knew this from past times-but they usually have deals.  Though i left due to lack of help.  I thought hey, stop at lawson just in case. HA!  So, i highly recommend Vision Makers in Lawson Mall.  I know from going with mom and going this time alone-the guy is super helpful and when i said i should have come with my contacts he gave me a free pair!  And not some crap quality ones either- better then i have been wearing haha.  He was super helpful and i think i may have found new glasses(though i'll see if i actually wear them hehe).  So, when i get new glasses i also get a deal on contacts which are half the price of Eyes Int.  So i definitely cancelled that order at Eyes.  Stopped at star buckers to use some of the gift cards i have.  I think someone needs to come with me so i can get rid of more of the money though.  I'm not super big on buckers.  Ran to parables to pick up the book i ordered and was worried b/c they said it was 'damaged' in shipping.  Really, there wasn't anything terribly wrong and most people wouldn't be able to tell-but it got $8 off the book so really i won't complain!  And thanks to a grade one i had a gift cert. so the book cost me $4 something. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the just of the super long paragraph....i had a great afternoon.  I had an eye exam, looked at glasses, got a free pair of contacts while looking, got a frappe at star bucks, picked up a book ordered....and it all cost me........$4-something! HOORAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-116924301221548265?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116924301221548265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116924301221548265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/loner-me.html' title='Loner Me'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-116888934366901477</id><published>2007-01-15T13:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T13:29:03.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Around School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/1600/628354/Dscf4466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/200/382450/Dscf4466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school from the highway...behind bushes haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/1600/876575/Dscf4446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/200/733128/Dscf4446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is after the blizzard...not of 07...but the one i call Wilf...the blizzard called Wilf.&lt;br /&gt;Notice, that the snow is covering 3/4's of the windows.  You can just see a little bit of the tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/1600/358033/Dscf4444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/200/39070/Dscf4444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the area where i park.  It's a little more difficult now with that massive snow pile.  I guess i didn't realize that Bryson had made the window messy while scratching off ice haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/1600/975807/Dscf4437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/200/17703/Dscf4437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other half of the snow pile in the picture above.  Some girls on staff said they wanted to crazy carpet down...i thought...ooowwww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-116888934366901477?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116888934366901477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116888934366901477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/around-school.html' title='Around School'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-116881151578579788</id><published>2007-01-14T15:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T15:51:55.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun, Food and Laughter</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness. I don't remember the last time i've enjoyed being with people that much. I went thinking, man, i don't know if i even liked the movie when i saw it, but really, being with the people would be great. OKAY...so watching a funny movie, with fun people...oh priceless. I really do wish i had a memory and could remember the quotes.&lt;br /&gt;Huge thanks to Jer and Rie for the absolutely fabulous food. Again, glad there wasn't more people haha. Deep fried goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/1600/498307/mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/200/937557/mark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;man, how is he still single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/1600/177693/workout%20people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/200/618533/workout%20people.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even going to explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/1600/131194/Jer%20in%20toga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/200/904012/Jer%20in%20toga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Really, should i have been surprised that the nite ended with Jer in a toga?  Oh well, he made good wings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-116881151578579788?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116881151578579788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116881151578579788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/fun-food-and-laughter.html' title='Fun, Food and Laughter'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-116846114270753404</id><published>2007-01-10T14:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T15:34:46.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeeeeee!!</title><content type='html'>I looked outside this morn at the early hour of 630am and thought, man this is going to suck. But, i thought, hey, i'll try to get to Rie and Jer's and if it's too bad i'll call and say i can't make it. Just as i had one arm in my jacket Rie called to say don't bother. And with the warning that even Jer wasn't about to risk the highway so i should stay home as well. After getting off the phone, i thought to myself, "Self, you only have a half-tim job, seriously you want to risk your life and your car for 3 hours of work? Thats just stupid". I then called the pricipal and told his wife i wasn't going in....at 8am, they closed all highways around Stoon (actually, and N. Battleford, Meadow Lake, and PA. and then later the bridges in the city and Circle Dr. eesh) I then got back into pj pants and curled up on the couch. I quite enjoyed that. Although there were a few moments of sigh what should i do now....i'm glad i stayed. I figured it was also time to make the brownies in a jar from one of my gr. ones. A blizzard and warm inside with brownies and a banana bread in the oven....sigh...i am content.&lt;br /&gt;I am keeping all those who venture outside and all the poor homeless people in my prayers today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is it odd that i'm craving a slurpee during a -33 day of blizzard? mmm...still not leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shot these after the post in a moment of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/1600/285629/Dscf4288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/200/277558/Dscf4288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/1600/391853/Dscf4275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/200/288881/Dscf4275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my street              &lt;br /&gt;I opened the door to get the mail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/1600/537469/Dscf4285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/200/510760/Dscf4285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually i can see down our street and down the half of the next one...hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-116846114270753404?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116846114270753404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116846114270753404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/weeeeeeee.html' title='Weeeeeeee!!'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-116810800047714292</id><published>2007-01-06T12:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T12:26:40.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've added a few pic.'s from New Years' to my flikr site.  i'll add a few more later too maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-116810800047714292?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116810800047714292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116810800047714292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-added-few-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-116776107692357813</id><published>2007-01-02T11:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T12:37:40.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter Indeed</title><content type='html'>Ever get tired of saying the same thing over and over and over again....ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New years eve was a crazy whirl wind day of wonderful. I went to church in the morning(and had someone to sit with!) and chatted with people i haven't seen in awhile. I then rushed home to change and pack my car with things needed for the evening. I hopped into moms car(with her) and we headed to Stoon Inn to meet some relatives for lunch, well brunch at 1pm. My uncle and aunt from Winn. were here and my aunt, cousins, and they little ones came. The food was really good-though i thought rather over priced. It was good to catch up and fun to spend time with 3 yr old Abby who is hilarious. She walks into the room and announces "I'm a big girl!" no hello...funny kid. I also saw Sammy who is 11 months already-it's crazy how fast little ones age.&lt;br /&gt;At 350 mom and i raced home so i could grab my car(and pineapple) to get to my 415 hair appt. with Helen...(again, sorry for the lateness) Helen made me relax and enjoy it(thank you!). We then left the mall, bought a chicken and proceeded to ready ourselves for the coming eve and party.&lt;br /&gt;It was really wonderful to see people I haven't seen in a long time. Even people from the city. It's become apparent more of an effort is needed to stay in touch with people. I'll have to try harder. A few games were played and laughs were had. A fun eve indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/1600/741293/poker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/200/685994/poker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/1600/712326/dori%20and%20janelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/200/559600/dori%20and%20janelle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/1600/597260/jenn%20and%20me%20B&amp;W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/200/968253/jenn%20and%20me%20B%26W.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-116776107692357813?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116776107692357813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116776107692357813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-easter-indeed.html' title='Happy Easter Indeed'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-116734273725922492</id><published>2006-12-28T15:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T15:53:47.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shannon goes commando...well...</title><content type='html'>I had a typical Christmas with my family. Full of odd and craziness. Christmas Eve, my dad had snapped his glasses in half, and being resourceful, tried to glue them back together...shockinly it didn't work so well. Pam decided we were opening gifts after going to church at 10 pm, but dad started handing out presents. He was quite proud of the car mats that he bought the both of us. I have to say, quite an improvement for me. He also bought mom a diamond necklace...go dad! So, after realizing that dad gave himself twice the insulin at supper, he thought hey! reason for chocolate haha. In the middle of gift opening we notice, hmm...dad sweating profusely...hmm...oh good, dad's having a sugar low. Of course. Our family is special all right. OH! And our eve started with pam turning Family Guy on and there being a song and dance all about vasectomy's at which point the four of us stopped whatever we were doing to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have my complete dish set-to go with the gravy boat i bought long ago haha. Really, all i need now are some nice cutting knives, spice rack, and oh ya....a place to live to put it all! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Shannons yesterday aft. to play a few games with her, her Bible school friend and her mom.....a few games turned into well...i think i'm gamed out for a little while haha. We played from around 3 pm to oh...9. Then we decided to go rent a movie to watch with Paul and Leanne. With paul joining the 3 of us(not shannons mom) to go rent he decided we should all talk in Indian accents....and shannon decided we should all have comb overs...good thing i was driving haha. It was soo funny at the place-paul talking to the girl at the desk, and wearing nasty glasses...and us 3 girls. I had to turn and laugh. oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riiiggghhhttt....the title.  Shannon went without socks to the store...she went feet commando haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND...thanks to matt who again, helped me with bloggy issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-116734273725922492?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116734273725922492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116734273725922492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/shannon-goes-commandowell.html' title='Shannon goes commando...well...'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-116674865603024716</id><published>2006-12-21T18:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T18:50:56.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quack</title><content type='html'>says the girl who is losing her voice and sounds like a duck. : )&lt;br /&gt;  Yesterday was a 14 hour day and today i was at school all day...oh my.  Well, last nite, we had our elementary Christmas program.  The nice thing about working in a Christian school is that it's actually a Christmas program and not some 'holiday festival' or some crap.  It had a good message and i suspect that there were a few teary eyed people in the audience.  My wonderful friend Helen came with me even though i left her to save our seats while i looked after my grade ones(The teacher was leading the drama so i was in charge of the kids-eep!).  After tying 21 bandanas keeping them quiet and getting them in the right order onto the stage...man oh man.  But it was fun.  I tried hard not to do the actions along with them. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I also saw my fantabulous friend Amy on Tues. nite and Wed. for lunch.  I really have missed the random giggle times, it's a good release from stresses.  And a good conversation as well.  Also went shopping with Matt yesterday for someone special's Christmas present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had our grade one party, and the kids were hyper...and most of them coughing.  Hopefully we all return healthy.  I was quite surprised at the outpouring of gifts on my table.  I have 3 gift certs., numerous baking items, a new mug, tea with cute holder deally and even a cookbook!  It feels like Christmas already and i don't know where to put it all!!!!  I'm thinking i need to have people over since i have a lot of chocolate items and am not so much a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also am almost able to change from one chord to another without stopping for like 5 minutes inbetween on the guitar. YAY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-116674865603024716?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116674865603024716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116674865603024716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/quack.html' title='Quack'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-116633550960525283</id><published>2006-12-17T00:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T00:05:09.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated</title><content type='html'>I finally updated my links to include people i tend to read and deleted some old links...such as the contact site-seeing as how we've all been forgotten. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-116633550960525283?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116633550960525283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116633550960525283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/updated.html' title='Updated'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-116588563370981426</id><published>2006-12-11T19:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T19:07:13.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>So, i was in a store today looking for grade one gifts and a mother with her little girl walked past me.  I caught part of their conversation in which the little girl said something to the effect of I have enough toys don't i mommy?  i have enough right?  I'm pretty sure i made an odd noise as i walked past.  I was so touched by the girl.  Her mother squatted to her level and gave her a hug.  It warmed my heart and thought good call mom.  Thinking on it later i could have said something but didn't.  Oh well.  What a blessing in the midst of shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-116588563370981426?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116588563370981426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116588563370981426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-116555381219807598</id><published>2006-12-07T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:56:52.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuppers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6633ff;"&gt;"Be still and know that I am God;..."&lt;br /&gt;          Psalm 46:10a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I was reminded of this verse tonite at C&amp;C.  It's something i've forgotten in the last while.  I know that God is God....it's just the being still part i have trouble with.  Wait, that's not all true, i almost always know God is God, but i do go through doubting times.  New goal...be still and know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-116555381219807598?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116555381219807598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116555381219807598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/yuppers.html' title='Yuppers'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-116534437748600067</id><published>2006-12-05T12:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T12:46:17.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobering thoughts</title><content type='html'>Nothing like driving through what looked like a horrific accident scene in the morning to remind you on the fraility of life.  On my way to work this morning, i drove past and through the accident scene on the highway to Osler.  Apparently it was raining last nite, though, i really don't know the cause.  I didn't think the roads were that bad, but after seeing such, i did drive slower.  Pretty sure that was the worst i'd seen.  The one car was missing most of the front half of the car and i noticed a front tire with a section of engine attatched down the road.  Makes me happy to be alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-116534437748600067?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116534437748600067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116534437748600067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/sobering-thoughts.html' title='Sobering thoughts'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-116491224807313260</id><published>2006-11-30T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T12:44:08.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>funny grade one</title><content type='html'>i was correcting the spelling tests this morning and the last word was  'chat'.  Normally we only do three letter words, but most of the kids got it right.  One student didn't quite spell it right and really, it made my day.  The spelling was 'shat'.  So after a good giggle, i showed brianne and we both had a good giggle.  Funny kids i tell ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-116491224807313260?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116491224807313260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116491224807313260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/funny-grade-one.html' title='funny grade one'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-116482874746836587</id><published>2006-11-29T13:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T13:32:27.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>coldness</title><content type='html'>i think i'm more of a wimp this year compared to other years.  The thought of driving through icy, snowy, cold streets makes me stay home and it hasn't as much before.  Oh well, i have lots to do at home.&lt;br /&gt; i thought the roads might be bad this morning but they weren't too horrible and the highway is mostly clear, only some blowing snow.  So, really right now i'm happy i'm not working in the city.  Anyway, on my way out, i heard my first Christmas song on the radio...and it was Bony M!   OH horray!  haha...i don't think brianne thought it was so amazing when i told her.  But i definitely turned it waay up and danced while driving...oh happy morn. &lt;br /&gt; The grade ones also were pretty well behaved today which was nice.  Their scheule has been messed with and we have choir every morning now 4 days a week and the other it's just me and them for the first 1/2 hour.  We've done well so far. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-116482874746836587?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116482874746836587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116482874746836587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/coldness.html' title='coldness'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-116422445131736574</id><published>2006-11-22T13:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T13:40:51.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free you say?</title><content type='html'>Wow...i am definitely mennonite.  Today at school, i heard they were offering the flu shot to staff....for free.  I hadn't really planned on getting one because it didn't sound as though they are all that effective.  I think i mainly got it because my mom always tells me i need it(even though i can't remember the last flu i had) and really i don't want to hear about it.  But i didn't plan on paying for it. haha...so now here i sit with a sore arm thinking man what a dumb shot.  If anything i'd go for the pnuemonia shot seeing as how frequently i get that.  oh well.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  I think a nap may be in order.  I haven't slept well in 3 nights.  Anyone have any ideas about how to get sleep?  Other then a large mallet to hit myself on the head...although...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-116422445131736574?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116422445131736574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116422445131736574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/free-you-say.html' title='Free you say?'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-116353510862559385</id><published>2006-11-14T13:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:47:02.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous Weekend</title><content type='html'>So, due to the fact that kids are never in school and to the fact that i desperately needed to get away from the city and stresses here, i took off for the huge metropolis of Maple Creek. Due to the crazy snow fall and such in the city here i had really psyched myself out about the road conditions, but after Delisle, the roads were totally dry!&lt;br /&gt;I had a very restful and wonderful time with my 'other family' haha. We went to the even bigger metropolis of Medicine Hat and did some serious shopping(bank cards are still smoking i'm sure) although it took us a little while to figure out why at 1245 the mall was just starting to open....ahhh yes, time change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we went to church and it was good to meet the church family who have been so caring for shanny. We also took a hiking trip to Cypress Hills....though, there wasn't a whole lot of hiking done in the end. We ended up following a sign that said "Bald Butte"...it sounded exciting. Well, it really wasn't! BUT! The lookout point we found was Absolutely amazing and beautiful. It's 1275f above sea level, over a valley of rolling hills. Definitely worth the trip...well that and watching shannon trying to catch deer. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/1600/Us%20on%20the%20way%20to%20cypress%20hills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/200/Us%20on%20the%20way%20to%20cypress%20hills.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/1600/head%20shot%20of%20us%20on%20hill%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/200/head%20shot%20of%20us%20on%20hill%202.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/1600/viewpoint.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/200/viewpoint.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/1600/shanny%20chasing%20deer.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/200/shanny%20chasing%20deer.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-116353510862559385?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116353510862559385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116353510862559385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/fabulous-weekend.html' title='Fabulous Weekend'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-116292530954273144</id><published>2006-11-07T12:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T12:48:29.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since when is Doogie Howser gay?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-116292530954273144?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116292530954273144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116292530954273144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/since-when-is-doogie-howser-gay.html' title=''/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-116286793613089413</id><published>2006-11-06T20:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T20:52:16.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>Our class was sitting ready to listen to a story from the libraian today.  The book was called, The BaaBaaShop Quartet.  The libraian asked the kids if they knew what a quartet was to which 1 grade one answered, "Is it a type of cow?"  man, grade one is a riot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-116286793613089413?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116286793613089413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116286793613089413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-116249280225105593</id><published>2006-11-02T12:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T12:40:43.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh grade one</title><content type='html'>Something i wouldn't have thought i would have to say: "(name of student), please don't put things in your belly button." haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-116249280225105593?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116249280225105593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116249280225105593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-grade-one.html' title='Oh grade one'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-116242090678200669</id><published>2006-11-01T16:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T16:41:46.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In need of TLC</title><content type='html'>for the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So, after some brilliant university girl dinged my car in the mall parking lot, and begging the guy at the garage to fight with SGI not to write off my car, i took it to get fixed.  After being told it would take two days, i left with the courtesy car. ('98 cavalier)  Man, did i miss my car starter....especially since it took &lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt; days instead of 2.  Yesterday i finally got the call it was ready...oh good...wait...what? you want me to bring $700???  but i thought the other person reported....no?  WHAT? SGI still hasn't sent out a letter telling the idiot to report??? Seriously?  well poo...fine, credit alright.  I do however get the $700 back after 30 days of the accident-BUT STILL!!&lt;br /&gt;  Last Night was FUN NITE at our school, so i was there for hours helping out and taking pictures of our grade one kids.  I was super tired when i got home and pretty much went to bed.  This morning, i am driving to work thinking man alive, it's freezing...wait....what's this??  COLD AIR blowing?  hmmm....odd....wait why is the temp. gauge on &lt;strong&gt;H??&lt;/strong&gt;  For the love indeed....so i drive back to the shop(yes indeed, the one i picked up the car from just yesterday) and said HELP!!!  I took the courtesy car back again-and left my car(which heats way better).  Again i picked it up, complete with a new water pump and $191.88...sigh.  Now, i'm just waiting to see if the credit card company calls to question why i spent $900 in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;  Between trying to get ready for fun nite, and all the car business...mixed with family stuff, it has been a little too intense stress-wise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There was a bright spot in my not so great day....we celebrated my bday at school today....that's right-it's in september.  i was still super new when my actual one was and it seems as though they typically don't celebrate on the right day haha.  so yay for something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-116242090678200669?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116242090678200669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116242090678200669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-need-of-tlc.html' title='In need of TLC'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-116140682690034824</id><published>2006-10-20T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T23:01:47.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/56.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Life is a sexually transmitted disease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/56.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=56"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/56.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/R._D._Laing/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;R. D. Laing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/31.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A hat should be taken off when you greet a lady and left off for the rest of your life. Nothing looks more stupid than a hat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/31.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=31"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/31.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/P._J._O"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;P. J. O'Rourke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; (1947 - )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/223.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;All you need in this life is ignorance and confidence; then success is sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/223.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=223"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/223.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Mark_Twain/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt; (1835 - 1910), Letter to Mrs Foote, Dec. 2, 1887&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/1133.html"&gt;Life is too short for traffic.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/1133.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=1133"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/1133.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Dan_Bellack/"&gt;Dan Bellack&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/1441.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=1441"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/1441.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Walter_Bagehot/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Walter Bagehot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; (1826 - 1877)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/1451.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;As you journey through life take a minute every now and then to give a thought for the other fellow. He could be plotting something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/34.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Life is something that everyone should try at least once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/34.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=34"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/34.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Henry_J._Tillman/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Henry J. Tillman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-116140682690034824?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116140682690034824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116140682690034824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/thoughts-on-life.html' title='Thoughts on Life'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-116096365123330756</id><published>2006-10-15T19:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T19:54:11.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>poop sticks</title><content type='html'>So, in taking a part time contract i apparently have taken quite a pay cut.  How does that work?  ugh.  And i'm not getting too many afternoon subbing jobs which is frustrating.  So now i have to look for another part time job.  Any ideas?  no, no fast food.  sigh, so tired of being in the red with the bank.&lt;br /&gt;  on another note, ebay has free selling this week for new sellers.  i think i may try my hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-116096365123330756?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116096365123330756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116096365123330756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/poop-sticks.html' title='poop sticks'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-116037121428221162</id><published>2006-10-08T23:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T23:20:14.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantabulous</title><content type='html'>What a fabulous weekend.  On Friday, i went to Caroline's potluck with good food, and good people.  It was good to see people i haven't seen in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Even though Saturday was gloomy and rainy, it was quite fun.  My wonderful friend and co-conspirator was in town for nite and i spent the day with her.  We did a quick Old Navy trip which was fruitful for me, even though i didn't get what i went for(somehow it always happens).  We made a valient attempt at a strategic game of chess.  I still have no idea how i won.  It was really good catching up with Shanny and her fam.  And of course an evening cheesey movie to top things off.  You really have to be in the right mindset for silly cheese movies...but they work for us. haha&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:  I went to church...and saw Matty...who was looking for someone "slightly more interesting then you" [me].  Who would have guessed that the person would be Mark Trew?! crazy crazy.  SO i say WELCOME HERE!! to Mark and Susanna.  You just never know what will happen when you decide to go to church haha.&lt;br /&gt;AND church was really moving this morning.  We did the whole thankful deal where people stand and say what they are thankful for.  Bruce's sermon included a story about how someone stole his shoes and one written by Marilyn about a true event in her recent life about an encounter with someone in need of food.  Bruce then called for us to do something that would inconvienience us.  He told people to take off the shoes they were wearing, or coats they brought and lay them on the steps of the stage to give to people in need.  It was absolutely amazing and moving to see soo many people surge forward to give.  I will admit, i didn't give my shoes.  I like so many more gave what cash they had along.  The offering bags were overflowing, the steps piled with jackets, shoes, etc.  amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I also made banana bread today.  I took half to my grandpa while my parents were visiting him where my grandma lives in a home.  I haven't been there since Christmas, i don't know why, but i find it really hard to go there.  I feel bad, yet have excuses every sunday when my parents go.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what will happen with my car.  I've tried not to worry about it this weekend in order to actually be thankful.  SGI wants to write it off...just because the door is dented-argh. ya...enough of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-116037121428221162?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116037121428221162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/116037121428221162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/fantabulous.html' title='Fantabulous'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-115991373900856464</id><published>2006-10-03T15:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T16:15:39.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Please sir, can i have another</title><content type='html'>here's a story of a boy....a little boy and his zebu...oh wait, that's veggietales....well have I got a story for you......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i realized just how much i enjoy my grade ones.  As nuts as they can be sometimes and the fact that they haven't realized desks are for sitting it not trying to fly, they are wonderful.  And i was very blessed to be paired with Breanne as a teacher.  We get along great and when i brought her a french vanilla cap. this morning she was overjoyed, which in turn made me happy.  anyway, onto the story...&lt;br /&gt;Last nite, my dad had corner gas turned up really, really loud (shocking i know) and they were talking about driving without a license and i thought good thing i renewed...oh shoot.  I forgot.  This morning, i went at 8am and renewed my license without problem...just in case.  i always figure i'll get into an accident if i don't.&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, i went to safeway to buy groceries for mom-she hates this task and well, i really like it.  i think i figured out why this afternoon.  When i walk through the aisles, i enjoy looking at how much there is and how many varieties of everything there is.  I'm amazed and feel so blessed walking through being able to have so much.  However, man, i dislike safeway, i can't find where stuff goes...i'm sticking with my extra foods from now on.&lt;br /&gt;Next the story moves to the parking lot...walking, walking, pushing cart...wait, something is on my windshield, a flyer? no...hmm...no one else got one. odd, someone left their plate and license info for me....wait. crap.  I finish reading, "there is no damage to my vehicle"...well, POO.  It wasn't as big of a deal as if i were there when it happened i think...i mean, really, no one to be mad at except a piece of paper, i can't do anything about the damage, but call SGI...after i got home and looked again, i had a very minor little tantrum of feet stomping as i looked, but no one was hurt, and they left their info-thank God.  It's just too bad they couldn't have scratched the paint on the hood. heehee. now i'll have one side nicely painted and the rest looking like crap, oh well. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-115991373900856464?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/115991373900856464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/115991373900856464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/please-sir-can-i-have-another.html' title='Please sir, can i have another'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-115984322884184129</id><published>2006-10-02T20:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T21:05:06.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Bordom</title><content type='html'>the first one asked your first name...just keep guessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;  No, i don't think so. First one means palm tree...or spice  and my second one means victorious...a spicy victorious palm tree, that's me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY?&lt;br /&gt;never, i have a problem with my tear ducts that don't allow me to cry.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, that's a lie.  i don't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. DO YOU KNOW YOUR OWN HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;possibly.  though it changes randomly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;br /&gt;deli turkey or ham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. KIDS?&lt;br /&gt;i have 21...i see them every morning and don't have them 24 hours, it's a good arrangement.  (my students by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;well, we would have lots in common, though maybe too similar, most likely wouldn't like each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL?&lt;br /&gt;yes.  i write in it maybe once a year now.  i blame the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?&lt;br /&gt;mmm....possibly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?&lt;br /&gt;sure do, only thing that's been taken from me are teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?&lt;br /&gt;No NO NO NO.  too scared of heights.  i can't even go on swings anymore..or watch people on jungle swings...yikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE POSITION IN BED?&lt;br /&gt;the one where i'm actually asleep and not staring into darkness.  usually curled into a ball on my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?&lt;br /&gt;i do both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG?&lt;br /&gt;mentally or physically because mentally...oh ya! physically..not so much, or well at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?&lt;br /&gt;DQ cherry sundae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. SHOE SIZE?&lt;br /&gt;8-8.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. RED OR PINK?&lt;br /&gt;both, but not together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;mmm...lack of males to miss, I'm going with Shanny and the crazy random antics we have that other people don't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO INCLUDE THIS IN THEIR BLOG TOO?&lt;br /&gt;i could care less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT COLOUR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;blue, white, orange...comfy pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;turkey, fake stuffing, carrots, potatos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;a very loud TV and computer hum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;mauve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. FAVORITE SMELLS?&lt;br /&gt;rain, roses, babies, good food, good cologne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;the ADS computer telling me to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. FAVORITE DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;Coke, water, paralyzer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. FAVORITE SPORT?&lt;br /&gt;volleyball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. HAIR COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;medium brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. EYE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;Hazel green usually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. FAVORITE FOOD?&lt;br /&gt;nachos(shocking i know), popcorn, homemade perogies and farmer sausage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDING?&lt;br /&gt;oh, hmm...the latter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED IN THEATER?&lt;br /&gt;Step Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;br /&gt;definitely summer...tanning, the lake, sigh all done for another year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. FAVORITE DESSERT?&lt;br /&gt;forget dessert-nachos!  i could survive life without chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not.  i'm all out of books yet again...sigh.  i finished Three by Ted Dekker recently. Good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?&lt;br /&gt;blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. WHAT DID YOU WATCH LAST NIGHT ON TV?&lt;br /&gt;too much...man after not watching for a couple days i watched too much.  but they were decent shows for the most part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. FAVORITE SOUNDS?&lt;br /&gt;babies, and young children laughing, rain(when it hasn't rained for numerous days in a row), music, my friends having fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. THE FURTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME?&lt;br /&gt;Panama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-115984322884184129?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/115984322884184129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/115984322884184129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/random-bordom.html' title='Random Bordom'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-115954978082176589</id><published>2006-09-29T10:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T11:09:41.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/1600/2004_0108(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/200/2004_0108%28004%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/1600/2004_0108(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/200/2004_0108%28001%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/1600/2004_0108(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/200/2004_0108%28002%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pretty roses and luggage in the background perched on chair. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-115954978082176589?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/115954978082176589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/115954978082176589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/birthday-flowers.html' title='Birthday Flowers'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-115877823810114221</id><published>2006-09-20T12:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T12:50:38.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny story</title><content type='html'>In grade one today, we talked about pets.  The teacher asked the kids to raise their hand if they had a pet besides a cat or dog.  She asked each what the pet was.  After a number of rabbits, we came to answers like baby chicks, horses...and oh yes, a cow.  I realize this may only be funny since i am in fact a city girl but really, this is the first time a kid has answered i have a pet cow.  It made my day, it really did.  Only in small town where the school is 2 minutes away from cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-115877823810114221?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/115877823810114221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/115877823810114221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/funny-story.html' title='Funny story'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-115854731700454322</id><published>2006-09-17T20:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T20:41:57.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I think i'll survive</title><content type='html'>Well, i made it through crazy stress week, and i think i'm good.  I started the new job, and it's going well.  Actually the teacher i work with is Kerri's sister-in-law, funny small menno world.  The staff are super friendly and make a point to introduce themselves.  I've had a little culture shock in going to the school, it's kinda funny.  I've never worked in a place where parents value religion over whether or not their child does well academically before.  Definitely interesting though.  Tomorrow is picture day, nice gift, i was hoping i had missed it, but alas, no.  I find myself being excited about odd aspects of being hired.  I get keys to the school(heehee), i get a photocopy code, i'll have a computer code, i have a staff to bake for(hehe) AND i got to buy more school supplies...even a little mini drawer thing for my pens and such.  Yes, i get excited about odd things.&lt;br /&gt;The kids are great.  i'm in grade 1 and right now there isn't a 'designated' student for me, so i help the class.  I read a story on Friday. : )  Basically, i feel like i'm getting paid to work in sunday school right now, with devotions, and memory verses but again, happy to be hired somewhere.&lt;br /&gt; It's hard not to be frustrated when people keep getting full contracts around me...especially when they haven't subbed or had any experience.  I know God has a plan that is likely different from other peoples, but still...workin' on the not frustrated aspect right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jer. 29:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-115854731700454322?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/115854731700454322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/115854731700454322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-think-ill-survive.html' title='I think i&apos;ll survive'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-115810658398853880</id><published>2006-09-12T18:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T18:16:24.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAAAAAA!!!</title><content type='html'>Ever feel like just screaming that? ha ya.  This week is rather crazy for me.  I went from working 1 day last week(which is kinda nice haha) to working everyday this week, 1 job interview, making 64 prize things for youth, starting youth, starting C&amp;C(at EB), starting a new job and having to work for someone in a very unfriendly high school(never ever going to high school again)...i think that's it...man oh man.  It's a little too much overload at this point.  When i got a call at lakeview this morning where i've been subbing for 3 mornings about getting hired(sort of) at a school i wasn't even excited.  I've been hired at VCA in Osler for a .6 position which means i work there every morning until 1215.  I will still be subbing for stoon in the afternoons.  I think i was so focused on wanting the full time position it may take awhile to be excited.  I know it's a foot in the door and it's more then i had yesterday...but ya...too many things all at once i guess.&lt;br /&gt;And really, i dislike high school....well, maybe just where i am...me and one of my students got into trouble today...grrr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-115810658398853880?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/115810658398853880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/115810658398853880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/whaaaaaa.html' title='WHAAAAAA!!!'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-115758016530057877</id><published>2006-09-06T15:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T16:02:45.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotness</title><content type='html'>Man i enjoy slurpees.  Apparently i'm one of few girls who could really care less about chocolate.  I would waaay rather have a slurpee...mmm...sweet wonderful slurpees.  They make bad days at work better and are cooling after driving accross town in my baking car.  mmm...wait, i guess it's a froster...i've changed from 7-11 to Mac's...better quality.  I also really like nachos...but that's another post. haha...that concludes my post on slurpees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-115758016530057877?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/115758016530057877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/115758016530057877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/hotness_06.html' title='Hotness'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-115700322895318502</id><published>2006-08-30T23:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:47:08.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Bit Me</title><content type='html'>i have a couple odd bites from the lake the other day.  Most likely a lake bug...sigh, why is my blood so yummy...&lt;br /&gt;  Anywho, i find myself feeling like a headless chicken lately.  I'm so scattered looking for jobs in random towns, provinces and school divisions.  I don't even know what most of the positions are i'm just applying.  Now i have 2 interviews down south...it's too bad one got switched and i have to drive down twice.  I'm also applying for a whack that just came up near saskatoon which would mean i wouldn't have to move....but if i'm offered the position i'm driving down for tomorrow....i don't know what to do because what if i get something close to home?  Sigh...i'm worrying about things that haven't even happened yet.  I am always the best canadite for that verse in Matt. talking about not worrying about tomorrow.  *Sigh*  i just need to stop thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-115700322895318502?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/115700322895318502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/115700322895318502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/something-bit-me.html' title='Something Bit Me'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-115638176170836227</id><published>2006-08-23T19:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T19:09:21.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy went Bye Bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/1600/2006_0101(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/200/2006_0101%28009%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/1600/2006_0101(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/200/2006_0101%28006%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I MISS YOU ALREADY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-115638176170836227?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/115638176170836227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/115638176170836227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/amy-went-bye-bye.html' title='Amy went Bye Bye'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-115602310175283631</id><published>2006-08-19T15:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T15:31:41.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>summer pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/1600/2006_0101(017).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/200/2006_0101%28017%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/1600/2004_0101(018).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/200/2004_0101%28018%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the most beautiful sunsets ever are on Last Mountain Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/1600/0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/200/0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/1600/amiee%20and%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/200/amiee%20and%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lodge from the lake           Amiee and me...we survived!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-115602310175283631?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/115602310175283631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/115602310175283631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/summer-pictures.html' title='summer pictures'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-115602163813743299</id><published>2006-08-19T15:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T15:19:17.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer in a Nutshell</title><content type='html'>To summerize my summer as a program director/nurse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 2 trips to the ER(at nite of course)&lt;br /&gt;- hit 1 porcupine&lt;br /&gt;- 2 medi-clinic trips&lt;br /&gt;- many late nites&lt;br /&gt;- 1 bad bronchial sickness&lt;br /&gt;- 2 times in the mudpit&lt;br /&gt;- many watergames&lt;br /&gt;- over 300 pictures(on the camp puter)&lt;br /&gt;- 1 week of cooking for a rental group (and random weekends of cooking before july)&lt;br /&gt;- many songs with actions&lt;br /&gt;- pretending to be a lifeguard watching kids swim (with lifejackets when no lifeguard was to be had)&lt;br /&gt;- couple staff weekends&lt;br /&gt;- many walmart trips-one where i was summoned to 'meet my party' with a new last name haha&lt;br /&gt;- riding in a boat as a tube 'spotter'&lt;br /&gt;- 'healed' many booboos...some with vitamin c or jolly ranchers&lt;br /&gt;- 1 bad choc. ex-lax incident(for a camper not me)&lt;br /&gt;- 1 very nice tan haha&lt;br /&gt;- 1 insanely dirty car&lt;br /&gt;- a couple scary car problems&lt;br /&gt;- 1 tire blowing on the bus while driving staff to camp...with the hole it made in the floor of the bus&lt;br /&gt;- being able to hang out with jenn who was a lifesaver&lt;br /&gt;- many fun, crazy moments with my co-program director and other staff&lt;br /&gt;- fun quotes such as: "Don't make fun of her, she has lekuma"&lt;br /&gt;- a definite stretching of my faith&lt;br /&gt;- many lessons on trusting God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-115602163813743299?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/115602163813743299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/115602163813743299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/summer-in-nutshell.html' title='Summer in a Nutshell'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-115456785637793254</id><published>2006-08-02T19:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T19:17:36.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>my 1 week at home is over half done....man am i bored.  i didn't have a car for 2 days, yay, another $250 repair(argh).   No real job and no $$ make tamra go something something something.....*sigh*  So, my week off is basically me sitting at the computer trying to find somewhere in SK or AB where i can get a job.  I'm officially sick of subbing and am ready for a 'real' job.&lt;br /&gt;  There's one week of rentals which i'm cooking for and 1 week of inner city camp left.  And then i'm back for good.  Unless by some miracle, i get a job somewhere.  Just have to win the lottery.....though first need $ for the ticket haha.&lt;br /&gt;  I'll get around to posting pics from camp, but most of them are on the camp computer so i'll have to put them on my camera first. The camp 'puter is super slow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-115456785637793254?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/115456785637793254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/115456785637793254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/blah-blah-blah.html' title='blah blah blah'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-115267986260078164</id><published>2006-07-11T22:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T22:51:02.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep on Truckin'</title><content type='html'>Things are going smoothly here at camp.  This week is way less nursing work(Amen) and so far, no hospital trips.  Nothing a bandaid, jolly rancher or vitamin C won't fix.  haha....8-10 year olds...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;  Thanks to those people who haven't forgotten me and send me text messages and emails. : 0  That's all for now.  I'll post pictures of the most amazing sunsets ever later.  This place is better then well lots of places for sunsets!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-115267986260078164?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/115267986260078164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/115267986260078164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/keep-on-truckin.html' title='Keep on Truckin&apos;'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-115085956984185911</id><published>2006-06-20T21:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T21:12:49.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Friends</title><content type='html'>I miss you guys....you know who you are. : )  Life in the camp bubble has it's good and bad sides.  Though, since i haven't left the camp(minus the 3 minute drive to isabelle and roberts for supper) i haven't had to buy gas, i haven't gone out to wonderful restaurants(sigh), or bought more movies(3 more last weekend including Narnia) and i can't buy new clothes(though again, the last time i was with jenn was costly...AND the fabulous brown short things already have a bleach spot...sigh).  Aimee and i have bonded over watching movies, FRIENDS and reality t.v(she's kinda a fanatic).  Sometimes, i notice the gap in our ages, but often it really doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;  We have finished planning our camps(minus the inner city one) and plan to get all needed supplies on Friday.  There has already been 2 camps which i think we did quite well.  At the beginning of our jobs, we joked that we could handle every needed job at the camp....well...i really have to stop joking about stuff...it seems to come true.  I'm also the nurse.  And we still need a lifegaurd. and male counselors. sigh.  During our old people camp, we did the programming, cleaning, and for 1.5 days cooking, but we made it through.  Old people are interesting.  I like stories of days past...well....for awhile anyway. BUT! i did get to play Phase 10...people we have to play it, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anywho...we're hoping to make a day trip to s'toon on monday(So clear your calendars!!) but it's not set in stone yet.&lt;br /&gt;  And send emails, i just don't have time to read blogs and therefore really don't know what's happening with people!  Again, i miss my friends in Toon town. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-115085956984185911?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/115085956984185911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/115085956984185911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/hi-friends.html' title='Hi Friends'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-115012580357431469</id><published>2006-06-12T09:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T09:23:23.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala</title><content type='html'>i haven't been at the camp for a week now...crazy.  i was in regina for tues.(last week) for youth group(i've started going with aimee to her's to hang out with the kids in the hood : ) ) and then wed. i was in stoon for what was supposed to be one nite.  It turned into two which meant i didn't pick up church clothes at camp before coming back to regina haha.  It also meant not driving on the highway with random sections of road missing in the pouring rain-hooray!  I have stayed in regina at hotel jenn since fri. nite.  It rained all day sat. so what could we do but watch t.v and movies all day?  heehee...quite fun.  We've watched 4.5 movies now, random t.v shows and 1 intense hockey game haha.  On Sunday, we hit up church, lunch at this place called Zest (in the science centre) and walked around the entire wascana park...with many many geese and ducks...kinda scary when your ankles aren't covered and they are right close.  Poor jenn has blisters....but i bet she won't wear heels for a walk again heehee.&lt;br /&gt;  So, now i'm off to a quick appointment, and mail my fathers day card and it's back to camp.  We have our joy camp starting wed.(50+ camp) complete with a wagon ride : ).  have a great week people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-115012580357431469?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/115012580357431469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/115012580357431469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/lalala.html' title='lalala'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-114956013688233080</id><published>2006-06-05T20:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T20:15:36.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>quick update</title><content type='html'>- NO ticks as of yet. : )  (Hoorah)&lt;br /&gt;- i'm not overly scared of mice anymore and can toss the dead ones from the trap&lt;br /&gt;- it's been a couple days without mice in traps-i believe the poisoned oats got the rest&lt;br /&gt;- spent the weekend cooking for rude pentacostal people.  The pastor was a jerk&lt;br /&gt;- but it's more money for me&lt;br /&gt;- I went on an adventure to Roleau SK b/c a new friend wanted to see the Corner Gas set.  they were filming and we couldn't take pictures.  the orange vested lady was rather rude&lt;br /&gt;- we've had 1 super nice day where aimee and i tanned on the dock&lt;br /&gt;- i definitely need some visitors out here&lt;br /&gt;- i spend time with aimee's friends and family b/c i have no one here...sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-114956013688233080?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/114956013688233080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/114956013688233080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/quick-update.html' title='quick update'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-114875164411406418</id><published>2006-05-27T11:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:40:44.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo lack of sunshine</title><content type='html'>Home for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;- getting sick&lt;br /&gt;- have mice in our new living quarters at the camp&lt;br /&gt;- now have plenty of room/rooms for anyone who wants to visit me&lt;br /&gt;- not much to report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alphabet Soup&lt;/div&gt;Accent: Canadian&lt;br /&gt;Chore I Hate: laundry&lt;br /&gt;Dog or Cat: mmm...depends&lt;br /&gt;Essential Electronics: computer, right now my dvd/vcr&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Cologne: on guys...dunno...more into body spray right now&lt;br /&gt;Gold or Silver: White Gold&lt;br /&gt;Hometown: Saskatoon&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia: not so much lately...though still occasionally&lt;br /&gt;Job Title: Educational Assistant/Program Director-SBC&lt;br /&gt;Kids: what about them? i see them with both jobs soo much...great birth control :)&lt;br /&gt;Living arrangements: Living at a camp in a lodge with mice, random rental groups watching many episodes of Friends.  and random visits home to s'toon.&lt;br /&gt;Most admirable trait: not a fan of this one, i always feel so prideful when answering&lt;br /&gt;Number of sexual partners: hmm....let's see.....&lt;br /&gt;Overnight hospital stays: zero technically.  i went in with a broken arm around 11 and didn't get home til 2or 3 so i guess it's close....&lt;br /&gt;Phobias: I've learned i'm not a fan of mice, not really scared of though....hmmm...i worry way to much already who needs phobias&lt;br /&gt;Quote: hmmm...any quote haha.... "&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/22318.html"&gt;There you stand like a duck in a thunderstorm again - aren't you ever going to understand?&lt;/a&gt; "     W.A. Mozart&lt;br /&gt;Religion: Christian&lt;br /&gt;Siblings: 1 sister&lt;br /&gt;Time I wake up: That depends on whether we have a camp or rental group. If not...whenever : )&lt;br /&gt;Unusual talent or skill: tie a cherry stem with my tongue...sure that will be my talent...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Vegetable I refuse to eat: beans...not a fan at all&lt;br /&gt;Worst habit: talking during movies&lt;br /&gt;X-rays: oh numerous for possible broken arms and such and chest for pneumonia checking&lt;br /&gt;Yummy foods I make: banana bread, cookies, rice, meatballs, peppernuts, asst. Christmas baking, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac sign: Virgo...yippy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-114875164411406418?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/114875164411406418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/114875164411406418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/boo-lack-of-sunshine.html' title='Boo lack of sunshine'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-114842663865951241</id><published>2006-05-23T17:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T17:23:58.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Day came early...</title><content type='html'>Hey folks.  So, we made it through our first camp of the season(family camp) and we survived.  There were 50+ people here for the weekend ranging from something like 8 months to well...i'm guessing 80's ish.  Nothing like being thrown in head first to plan. : )  Aimee's dad was the speaker and in the end also the worship leader for the adults while aimee and i took care of programing for the 20-30 kids.  The age range was a little bigger then expected so we had to do some quick planning and sorting, but i think for the most part, the kids really enjoyed the weekend.  Our two big events were 1. a team building game i had done at youth(complete with eating jalapinos...but getting nothing heehee) and 2. a carnival with games, popcorn, cotton candy etc.  I think both went really well.  The weekend was good for us to see how we work together and where we need to do some tweaking as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Today was supposed to be suntanning and reading day for us....but...at the end of the camp a whack load of people invaded our trailer to see how many repairs were needed before the directors came...surprise...    We were told that we would soon have to move out.  So today, we watched movies instead of tanning, due to thunder storms not being condusive to tanning, and once the rain stopped, we moved most of our stuff to the lodge.  Tomorrow will be trailer cleaning day. sigh.  Oh well...we're being flexible : ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'll be home fri.-sun for anyone who cares to see me. : ).  I'll be at Wade's thing on sat. but other then that i'm free.&lt;br /&gt; Have a great week people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-114842663865951241?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/114842663865951241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/114842663865951241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/moving-day-came-early.html' title='Moving Day came early...'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-114773019856140264</id><published>2006-05-15T15:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T15:56:38.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing Home Walter</title><content type='html'>horray for working internet again. : )  Actually, it's been a few days, but i haven't had time to update....well, yesterday i was just too lazy to come to the camp.  Things are going well here.  Aimee came out a week after i got here(oh what a long lonely week, without internet, long distance or reg. t.v.) and we worked the first weekend rental group cooking and vacuuming.  It went quite well.  We're getting along well, and in place of arguing we only seem to get giddy/giggly.  Basically i don't think we should stay out here for too long of stretch alone haha.&lt;br /&gt;  The weather has been beautiful since Sat. though usually somewhat windy, but it's not snowing or raining so hey.  Our work right now is pretty laid back.  We have our first camp this coming weekend(May long) which is a 4 day family camp.  We had to plan stuff for whole families as well as separate adult and kid stuff.  I think the planning has gone really well and that we'll be ready by Friday which is great. : )&lt;br /&gt;  I think the country is growing on me....not literally....though it is tick season and i'm still rather paranoid.(no i didn't take the tick repellent advice from a few 'wise' friends of wearing underwear over pants. ; ) )  I've come to really appreciate the lack of city noise.  Not that it's quiet out here...i didn't realize how LOUD it was in the country! haha.  so many noises...but it's i dunno....just beautiful.  I plan to sit on the deck by the lake this aft. as well.  Hmmm...maybe i'm not missing dressing nice and repeating myself to kids all day....&lt;br /&gt;We eat our suppers at a couples house less then a 5 minute drive from our trailer.  They offered to the director to do this, and it's going a lot better then i thought it would.  The couple is wonderful.  She likes to play games(YAY! heehee)  We played Phase 10 the other nite and even though she can't remember my name....she still smaked me when i went out haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I did indeed finally by my fish.  Though instead of the planned fantail goldfish...it turned into a third beta fighting fish.  Driving back from Regina, i decided that he really wasn't a Ziggy like originally planned....so behold i now have a fish named Walter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One final thought....i'm still trying to wrap my thoughts about this crazy thing country people don't do--lock doors!!  Our trailer house doesn't have a key seeing as how it's never been locked haha...and Isabelle(the supper lady) said we could come over while they're gone for 10 days to watch tv or eat....again, this intrigues me.  I am slowly getting used to things. : )  Oh city girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-114773019856140264?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/114773019856140264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/114773019856140264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/bringing-home-walter.html' title='Bringing Home Walter'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-114727592478815757</id><published>2006-05-10T09:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T09:45:24.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 nite at home</title><content type='html'>I've been at camp for 1.5 weeks now.  I'm hoping that when i return today, that the internet is actually working.  My other program director didn't come out to camp 'til friday.  Which makes me question why i had to be there doing nothing but watching movies.  Oh well.  Our trailer has been cleaned and i haven't seen any signs of mice yet(horray!).  Right now we have no internet, no long distance phone plan, and no tv channels.  So, movies it is.  My plan was to go for long walks, but it's been so cold and yucky, it hasn't happened too much.&lt;br /&gt;  I came home last nite for the youth worship cafe.  Man do we ever have talented kids in our group.  I also really needed to pick up my work paycheck since i'm so very broke right now. haha.  It was quit wonderful to sleep in my bed as well.  I think my bed at camp is what is hurting my back.  This morning, i'm off for a massage and then dinner with fabulous people before leaving again.&lt;br /&gt;  Aimee and i have most of our first camp( may long) planned so i think we're doing well.  Now, we just need our camp accounts set up at various places (like michaels!!!!!) and we'll be off and spending and ready to go : ).&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants to send me 'real' mail...my addy is    Box 308  Strasbourg, SK   S0G 4V0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-114727592478815757?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/114727592478815757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/114727592478815757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/1-nite-at-home.html' title='1 nite at home'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-114642659213506015</id><published>2006-04-30T13:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T13:52:33.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To New Beginnings....(yaaarrrr)</title><content type='html'>A few pic's of Tim and Robin's day of wedding. I haven't cleaned them up yet but here's a few of my favorites. I have a couple more really good ones that wouldn't load so i'll try at camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/1600/2004_0101(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/200/2004_0101%28006%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/1600/2006_0429(027).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/200/2006_0429%28027%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/1600/2004_0101(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/200/2004_0101%28004%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/1600/2006_0429(017).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/200/2006_0429%28017%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Speaking of camp...i'm off in a couple hours.  Have a wonderful summer to those i don't see.  I have a phone and computer, if you want to reach me email or call me. : )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/1600/2004_0101(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-114642659213506015?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/114642659213506015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/114642659213506015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-new-beginningsyaaarrrr.html' title='To New Beginnings....(yaaarrrr)'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-114626206341804500</id><published>2006-04-28T16:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T16:07:43.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anyone else ever have doubts and wonder if you really know what you're doing??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-114626206341804500?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/114626206341804500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/114626206341804500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/anyone-else-ever-have-doubts-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-114620042580827530</id><published>2006-04-27T22:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T23:02:08.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Befudled</title><content type='html'>Ever feel like there are a hundred bees in your head all buzzing at the same time?? Well, that's how i feel right now with all the thoughts flying around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- tomorrow is my last day of work as an EA for the year. I work at Brownell-good school-good kids-close to home-sweet-lunch at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i have a wedding to attend on sat. as well as lunch with amelia before hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm not sure how all my stuff is going to fit in my car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Not that i really know where i'm staying at this point anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I leave town in 3 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I start work as a Program Director in 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have no idea where to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Apparently i'm also working maintenence for the first weekend i'm there....but it pays extra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My visa has taken a beating this month...and there may be dipping into that $1000 overdraft as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The camp may/may not have an ex. director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have to go to a couple's house for each supper...in the process of accepting such&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have no idea what kind of budget i have to work with, or if i can buy groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I DO know this is where God wants me and apparently He has an amazing plan for me this summer....so maybe i just need patience, peace, and prayer. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still have my email working and such there. If u want my # or addy, email me. I'll have my cell and if u call from s'toon, it's not long distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- this is my 126th post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOOT TOOT!!! heeheeheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!  And thanks to my wonderful friends who got together to hang out with me before i left.  AND THE GIFT! heehee...oh the goat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-114620042580827530?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/114620042580827530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/114620042580827530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/befudled.html' title='Befudled'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-114581768321662023</id><published>2006-04-23T12:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T12:41:23.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL ABOARD!!!</title><content type='html'>(this is really more for me, amy, matt and caroline)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TOOT TOOT! ALL ABOARD THE JESUS TRAIN FOR MANNVILLE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/1600/2006_0417(11).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/320/2006_0417%2811%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-114581768321662023?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/114581768321662023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/114581768321662023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/all-aboard.html' title='ALL ABOARD!!!'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251797.post-114555207027981953</id><published>2006-04-20T10:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T10:54:31.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Edmonton</title><content type='html'>On the way...driving into the sunset....the whole way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/1600/2006_0415(001).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/200/2006_0415%28001%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/1600/2006_0415(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/200/2006_0415%28003%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the places we went...well a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/1600/2006_0417(008).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/200/2006_0417%28008%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/1600/2006_0417(010).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/200/2006_0417%28010%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/1600/2006_0417(009).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6153/312/200/2006_0417%28009%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251797-114555207027981953?l=tamsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/114555207027981953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251797/posts/default/114555207027981953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamsblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/edmonton.html' title='Edmonton'/><author><name>Tam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056029655925288729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6153/312/320/65695/cool.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
