<?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-7385011</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:59:12.638-04:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='moving'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='hormones'/><category term='plans'/><category term='mood'/><category term='babies'/><category term='live'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Grandma'/><category term='hotel'/><category term='books'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='group outtings'/><category term='death'/><category term='Date Night'/><category term='wishes and dreams'/><category term='car repair'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='glasses'/><category term='Catoctin Park'/><category term='Apartment Hunting'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='photos'/><category term='Trust'/><category term='Fredrick MD'/><category term='outfit'/><category term='travel'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='April'/><category term='memories'/><category term='Customer Service'/><category term='survey'/><category term='family'/><category term='internet'/><category term='Catoctin State Park'/><category term='imposter'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='aggravation'/><category term='surprises'/><category term='Adam'/><category term='new car'/><category term='birth control'/><category term='Cousin April'/><category term='work'/><category term='Venting'/><category term='blogs'/><category term='thinking'/><category term='funeral'/><category term='future'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='baseball'/><category term='Ralston Social Club'/><category term='mother&apos;s day'/><category term='reading'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Honesty'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='quizzes'/><category term='stress'/><category term='Condo'/><category term='divorce'/><category term='In The News'/><category term='party'/><category term='hate'/><category term='bored'/><category term='urgent care'/><category term='communication'/><category term='Waldorf'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='Olivia'/><category term='Amelia'/><category term='life'/><category term='PSP Games'/><category term='babysitter'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='tests'/><category term='scrapbooking'/><category term='Summer Plans'/><category term='baby'/><category term='food'/><category term='Greg'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='hobby'/><category term='fun'/><category term='good things'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='Hagerstown MD'/><category term='love'/><category term='questions'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='Father&apos;s Day'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Something about Nothing</title><subtitle type='html'>Random nothings about something</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>199</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-6734579303486523483</id><published>2007-08-22T15:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T15:02:12.564-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>Yep, I am moving again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it's just the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After weeks of debate, I've decided to transfer everything over to Wordpress. They have really neat stuff over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the new blog is &lt;a href="http://frye79.wordpress.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;; so for those of you who use Bloglines, you need to update your information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-6734579303486523483?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://frye79.wordpress.com' title='Moving'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/6734579303486523483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=6734579303486523483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/6734579303486523483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/6734579303486523483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/08/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-4740921460319343859</id><published>2007-08-22T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T14:02:43.876-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>So Far So Good...</title><content type='html'>... The commute that is. I was a little concerned about the commute from Baltimore to Laurel and it's not so bad. Greg and I take completely different routes, but to be fair he's been leaving earlier than me so the traffic might be different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Amelia just wasn't herself. She was very quiet and didn't seem all that interested in eating. We played with her for a little bit and then put her to bed. She didn't fuss or anything; it was very unlike her. But, this morning she is fine. I guess she was having a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I have a question for those that like to cook: How do you cook your hamburgers (if you're not cooking them on a grill)? Greg and I made hamburgers for dinner last night and he was going to broil them in the oven! I have never heard of that!! If I am unable to cook a hamburger on the grill I cook it in a pan, as I cooked them last night. In any event, the hamburgers were tasty (even for Greg) and we ate them on a bagel. Delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Condo Guy replied to my email and stated that he was going to shop around for a new washer/dryer since, it seems, the current one is the original and has had service calls in the past. Hooray! We get a new washer/dryer! I hope this one will be bigger than the current. I can't believe how small it is, yet huge! I will try to get pictures of it before it's replaced; even though we still don't know when we're going to have cable or Internet so who knows when the pictures are going to be uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albeit Greg and I have only lived together, and on our own, for about four days, things are great! It's so weird to think about all that has occurred in the past five years and where I am now; when thinking in retrospect of who I was living with and where. Here's the break down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2002 - May 2004 - Adam and I moved to Baltimore; first time living on my own and being with Adam every single day (from 1998-2002 we only saw each other on the weekends or on occasion one night during the week). Adam and I were engaged at the time we moved in but he still wanted to wait until we were married before we lived together. I felt differently and my argument won. Adam and I married on 08/08/03 and in May of 04 we moved again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 2004 - June 2006 - Adam and I moved to Glen Burnie. In May of 2005 Adam moves out and I continue living at Glen Burnie on my own. I was a little bit scared of living on my own. I didn't know if I would be able to afford the rent and utilities and what not. But, I am proud that I did it and wasn't evicted!! *Greg and I met in Aug of 2005*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 2006 - July 2007 - Sean and I find a townhouse in Pasadena and move in together along with his best friend, Aaron. It wasn't that bad, living with my brother and we got along very well. Don't get me wrong, we had our moments but when thinking about it now, those moments could have been due to my pregnancy hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 2007 - Present - Greg and I move to Glen Burnie. Greg and I talked about moving in together the summer of 2006, before Sean and I moved to Pasadena, and it was talked about on a semi regular basis. We were planning on finding a place by this summer actually. The only hiccup was that my lease expired before his and we were trying to figure out how we could work things out - all the while we didn't know I was pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm the only one that thinks it's weird but thinking about the events that have occurred in my life over the past five years has been so... multifaceted; I can't think of a better word but it's just bizarre to me. Like, if I think about what I was doing this time in 2002 I am thinking about working at PRP and starting life with Adam, this time in 2003 - Still at PRP, working part time at Super Fresh and being a newlywed - this time 2004; still at PRP and having issues with Adam - this time in 2005; Met Greg a few days ago (Aug 20 to be exact), was working at PRP and looking for a part time job and having fun - this time in 2006; living with Sean and Aaron, quit PRP and Weis (the part time job I started in Oct 05), was working a new job and hating it but over all happy - and today; working a new job, have a nearly 8 month old baby, new friends, new car, and new relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any event, it's all what it is and will be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I forgot to mention that Monday, the 20th, marked two years that Greg and I met. yeah, it's a girl thing to remember dates like that; bla bla bla... In all honesty, and I've told this to Greg many times, I thought Greg would never contact me after we met. I was so shy. But, to my surprise and pleasure, he contacted me within two days and thus began our continued friendship that involved into love. If you're wondering how Greg and I met it was online through Y!; He sent me a message on Y! Messenger and I was online and we began chatting and then met in person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-4740921460319343859?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/4740921460319343859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=4740921460319343859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/4740921460319343859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/4740921460319343859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-far-so-good.html' title='So Far So Good...'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-1810467651864866107</id><published>2007-08-21T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T15:26:28.979-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Condo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imposter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>...In a Nut Shell...</title><content type='html'>No particular topic for today; just a little of this and a little of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Greg and I &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; got to meet with our potential new babysitter. We hung out for about an hour and decided to 'hire' her. Greg loves what the new sitter offers (an actual learning environment) and feels the extra forty dollars a week is well worth it. So, we start with Mrs. L on Sept. 4, after Labor Day. Mom is going to watch Amelia for next week for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to do something special for my for all the help she's given Greg and I; especially with all the time she's watched Amelia and all that she did this past weekend with the move. But, she doesn't want anything, *On the phone with her as I type* and loves spending time with her. Yet, at the same time I feel guilty for relying so much on Mom when it comes to watching Amelia. *sigh* I will think of something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this afternoon I confirmed something that I always suspected. Unfortunately, I can't share it on here. I did share it with Greg, as it's been something of a topic on a few occasions. He doubted me; saying she wouldn't do that but with what I recently found, I confirmed with him what I always suspected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I were bad last night. We didn't get home until almost 8:30 and we had forgotten to take something out of the freezer when we left in the morning, so we ordered a pizza from the place in Brooklyn. Oh, their pizza is so good! We really shouldn't have ordered food when we are so broke, but we were bad. We also learned that this pizza place will deliver cigarettes! I found that so funny that I called Aaron and asked him the value of a place that will deliver cigarettes and his reply was: "priceless" and then I told him about the pizza place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I watched a little of The Lord of the Rings last night while we ate and had a pretty interesting conversation as well (before the pizza arrived). Greg mentioned what he likes best about our relationship compared to his past was how much I am willing to share the responsibilities, including finances, and if there is a problem that I am more than willing to talk to him about it versus hold it in. I love it when Greg and I are able to sit together and just shoot the shit. We talked about work and certain co-workers of his; my day; the insurance company (which still hasn't returned my call); our renters insurance policy (which he recently signed up for through USAA and our monthly payment is only $9.91 for over $36K of valued furniture - Hurrah) and other things; such as what we need to buy next for the place (thinking about a new vacuum cleaner) or in general (new car seat for Amelia and having to buy two of them). Over all, it was a great night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am going to work some overtime for the project. The extra hours will be applied to the time off from last week so that I don't have to used my personal or vacation days. Works for me. So, Greg is going to stop by my job to get the car seat and pick Amelia up. I am hoping that I can work Wednesday and Thursday as well, but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got around to emailing The Condo Guy about a few little things about the condo. Mainly, I wanted to express the inefficacy of the dryer and have hopes that he'll have it replaced. I swear that thing is older than me and it sounds like it's on it's last leg and might kick the bucket soon. So, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am done. It's 2:22 and I've spent a majority of the day on MySpace reading my old blog entries and then when I was on Y! I was cleaning out my saved emails and was reading a lot of emails from 2004-2005. Oy that brought back a lot of memories, especially of RD (since there were some emails from him). I haven't thought about him in a while and when I was re-reading the old emails a flood of emotions came back that I felt for him at that time. Would I ever see him again? No. I am more than happy with Greg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I am done. Signing off at 3:27pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-1810467651864866107?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/1810467651864866107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=1810467651864866107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/1810467651864866107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/1810467651864866107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-nut-shell.html' title='...In a Nut Shell...'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-3355364216440428183</id><published>2007-08-20T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T14:41:22.369-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Condo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car repair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babysitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Catching Up is Hard to Do...</title><content type='html'>Ok, here's the breakdown of how the move went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday Morning&lt;/strong&gt;: I check the bank balance and well, you know. So, after the shower, Greg and I are sitting in bed with Amelia talking about the action plan for the day. The first action is to call Amelia's doctor of which he asks if we can bring her in at 4pm (and I say yes, of course). Then, my plan of action is to stop by my job and pick up my check, drop Amelia off at the sitters and then return. While I was driving all over HoCo, Greg and Ken were loading up the u-haul with the bed and sofa and other items. I believe it was about 10:45am when I returned from all the errands and Greg and Ken had completed their tasks and I was cleaning out the pantry of our items and items on my nightstand. While I was cleaning off my nightstand, Greg comes and tells me he's ready to go since it was past 11am and he wanted to start unloading the truck by 11:30 at the latest. So we leave. I stop off at 7-11 to get waters and Gatorade and ice for everyone and then to the bank to deposit my pay check into the joint account. When I arrived at the condo, Greg and Ken had already unloaded the bed (king size mattress and box springs as well as bed frame)! So, thus began the extremely intense move! Oh.My.Gawd. was it hot on Friday. I was sweating so much and it takes a lot to get me to sweat. Greg and Ken were soaked (thank goodness I'm not male and don't sweat like that). The three of us unloaded the truck until about 1pm, which is when Sean and Aaron showed up. Then there were five of us to finish unloading and we were all done around 2. Not too bad. So, once we were done with the unloading, we head back to Laurel to return the truck, then to Greg's place to drop off he and Ken to which they load up Greg's car of more items, and then I drive over to Elkridge to get Amelia and take her to the doctors. Yes, I made it by 4pm and surprisingly, there was no wait for being a spontaneous patient. Amelia was checked and she has an ear infection in her left ear. Booo. So, after the appointment, I went ot Giant to fill her prescription for Amoxicillian (icky pink stuff that she seems to love) and call my Mom to see if Sean and I ever had ear infections when we were younger. Turns out we never did. Greg, on the other hand, along with his brothers, had chronic ear infections and ended up with tubes in their ears! Oy! Are ear infections a trait that can be passed down? Poor Amelia, her nose is so stuffy that she can't breath through it and when she gets sleepy, she can't fall asleep. Greg and I have been giving her baby Tylenol to help and then yesterday I began using the 'bulbous' (nose aspirator) to get the 'stuff' out. She hates it with a passion and screams and cries every time I do this but I know it works because I can see the results and then she's able to breath a little better when we're done (since she usually passes out on my shoulder). I am concerned that she's getting a sinus infection because the 'stuff' was once clear and now it's turning greenish. I am going to wait a day or so to see if the Amoxicillian works on the nose as well before I call her doctor again (which just reminded me that I need to make an appointment for her follow-up; office is closed due to lunch, mental note: must call back at 2). But, aside from that, all is well. Friday night was uneventful. Did about 3 loads of laundry and learned that the dryer isn't the most efficient piece of machine, going to have to write a note to The Condo Guy. Then Greg and I became so freaking hungry since we hadn't eat all day and decided to order a pizza from some location in Brooklyn. Damn good pizza! We were very pleased. Then, it was off to bed. It was weird going to bed in a different place. Amelia didn't sleep to well and she and I were up at 4:30am. I didn't fall back asleep until &lt;strong&gt;AFTER&lt;/strong&gt; the sun started coming up. Yes, I saw the sunrise from my bedroom window. Very pretty, but I would rather have slept. Greg and I were both up, along with Amelia by 8am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;, Mom made it up to check out the new place as well as bring Amelia's crib and dresser up and other items (many other items; a truck load of other items). Mom loves the place. She loves the colors, the lay out, and most importantly: Amelia's bedroom. Once we were done checking the place out and whatnot, we head over to Target to do some shopping (courtesy of Mom). Surprisingly, we didn't get that much stuff. Sean met us at the Target and picked up a few items as well. We were in that store for over two hours! My feet were so tired when we left and we still had to haul everything up to the third floor and Greg bought a shelving unit and tv stand! That stuff isn't light, don'tcha know? But, we did it. When we got home we unloaded and unpacked the items. Mom went to work on Amelia's room; hanging the curtain up, worked on the crib and other items. Greg began putting the tv stand together and learned that he needs a screw driver that we don't have and I was putting the Target items away (bathroom accessories; kitchen accessories, etc). Once we were all done with that, we pondered dinner. We were all so very hungry. Very hungry. We ended up eating at the Golden Corral across the street. Greg treated us to dinner and the food wasn't too bad. Greg loved the desserts and I enjoyed the pot roast and fresh fruit (yummy watermelon and strawberries). When we were done, Mom headed home because she wasn't feel well and Greg and I headed over to Wal-Mart and Mars (Wal-mart to get a screwdriver and wash rag for Amelia). Yeah, I know I stated that I hate Mars, but the choice of grocery stores is pretty much nil in this area and since the two are within the same building I only went for the convenience. While at Mars, I used the last of my WIC checks and bought food (lunch and dinner) for the remainder of the week. I was expecting our total to be $60 or $70 but it came to $45. Whew! After grocery shopping, we stopped by my brothers and gave him 2 gallons of milk because I had 2 gallons for myself and there is no way Greg and I can drink/use 4 gallons of milk in 3 weeks (why so much milk? because WIC supplies lots of milk, more than I normally consume). We finally make it home around 7 or 8 and Greg finishes putting the tv stand together and then we just crash. All of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;: We're all up by 8am, again. I tend to Amelia while Greg begins the bookcase. By 10 am, he's done and Amelia is very cranky and wants to take a nap but she can't fall asleep because of her stuffy nose. Greg and I try to calm her down and then we end up using the bulbous and she finally falls asleep a little after 11. Greg and I relax and lay in bed and chat. Then, around 1-ish, we head over to his Mom's to get a few more items and visit since she wanted to see Amelia even though Amelia isn't feeling well (by golly, I think Greg's Mom likes being a Grandma!). Greg and I ended up staying for about an hour and head back home with a car load of items. All to unload, again, up three flights of stairs. Have I mentioned we're on the top floor? The day was challenging due to Amelia. She was very irritable. At one point, Greg went to Target to look into buying baby sinus medicine but all they carried was medicine for cough and cold, nothing just for sinus. So, we didn't get anything for her. We ended up using the bulbous again and she finally fell asleep for a little while. While she was napping, there was an accident on Ordnance Rd. that Greg and I heard and could see the cop lights. It was freaky to hear it. We were standing on the balcony trying to see what happened but there were too many trees. In any event, the rest of the day was low key. We watched Lilo and Stitch and then some *special* movies (wink wink) and then Jay Leno's Headlines collection that Greg had from 2000! I played a little Yoshi on the DS and took my shower around 10pm. I was asleep as soon as I layed in bed after the shower. I don't remember falling asleep or anything. It was a very deep and restful sleep. I didn't wake up for anything until the alarm went off at 6:45am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some tidbits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; have my Nissan back!!! On Friday, while I was at the doctors office for Amelia, the insurance company called and said that my car has been ready for a couple of days and why hadn't I picked it up. I informed that person that called that I have not received any communication from the repair shop and that I did call on 08/10 to check on the status and was informed that there was an issue with the insurance check and that they, the repair shop, was going to call me back when the car was ready (which the never did). Also, I told her that I was unable to speak and asked that she call me back in a half hour and her reply was that she was about to leave and that she would call the repair shop to call me (which they never did). So, this morning when I returned the rental they informed me that the insurance company stopped paying for the car on Friday (08/17). I told them that I was going to call the insurance company about that and for now the rental isn't going to take the money out of my deposit. This morning I called my claims agent and left a message. I will call again at 3:30 and see what happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All weekend, and most of last week for that matter, I've been trying to meet with the potential new babysitter. Didn't happen. Today, hopefully, Greg and I are going to meet with her after work. So far, I like her; based on our phone conversations. I also like the fact that her price is negotiable if we provide items such as a car seat and pack n play for Amelia. I am eager to see what the price will be, though. In the mean time, I do have a few other people lined up in case this person doesn't work out. And, if worst comes to worst, Mom is more than willing to watch Amelia while we find someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I are thinking it will be at least a month before we initiate cable/internet service. We want to see what the finances are going to be like. At the moment, Greg hasn't even brought his computer or camera over and is in no hurry, oddly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while at work I've been trying to catch up. I had around five voice mails; countless emails and still the project that now requires overtime. I'm not feeling all that well; my throat is sore and has been since yesterday. I'm still very tired and wish for a whole day without a sick baby to recover. There is still unpacking to do and laundry and now dishes (afraid to run the dishwasher). At least I was able to get Amelia an appointment for Sept 1 and not have to miss any work. All this while having to do actual work!!! I was feeling very stressed up until 2pm. Now, I am not feeling as stressed and am able to complete today's entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm heading out at 2:42pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-3355364216440428183?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/3355364216440428183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=3355364216440428183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/3355364216440428183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/3355364216440428183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/08/catching-up-is-hard-to-do.html' title='Catching Up is Hard to Do...'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-7120597779903919584</id><published>2007-08-20T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T11:01:59.656-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Condo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Camera Shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvPCkahCU_Y/RsmkQTFGSzI/AAAAAAAAADg/OoFHPgIplhg/s1600-h/bm-image-705217.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvPCkahCU_Y/RsmkQTFGSzI/AAAAAAAAADg/OoFHPgIplhg/s320/bm-image-705217.jpe" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvPCkahCU_Y/RsmkQTFGS0I/AAAAAAAAADo/BK5E9EeGw8M/s1600-h/bm-image-705588.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvPCkahCU_Y/RsmkQTFGS0I/AAAAAAAAADo/BK5E9EeGw8M/s320/bm-image-705588.jpe" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvPCkahCU_Y/RsmkQTFGS1I/AAAAAAAAADw/YSUoXQpzUSk/s1600-h/bm-image-705887.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvPCkahCU_Y/RsmkQTFGS1I/AAAAAAAAADw/YSUoXQpzUSk/s320/bm-image-705887.jpe" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvPCkahCU_Y/RsmkQjFGS2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/rPKM9VE9vmE/s1600-h/bm-image-706194.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvPCkahCU_Y/RsmkQjFGS2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/rPKM9VE9vmE/s320/bm-image-706194.jpe" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures were taken from the cell phone. Not the best quality but what do you expect from a cell phone camera?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-7120597779903919584?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/7120597779903919584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=7120597779903919584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/7120597779903919584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/7120597779903919584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/08/multimedia-message_20.html' title='Camera Shots'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvPCkahCU_Y/RsmkQTFGSzI/AAAAAAAAADg/OoFHPgIplhg/s72-c/bm-image-705217.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-4578814215822357839</id><published>2007-08-17T08:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T08:36:49.502-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Here We Go...</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so HR &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; fuck up my check; to no surprise. The only deposited a part of my check and I am &lt;em&gt;assuming&lt;/em&gt; the rest of my money is a 'live' check that I will have to go pick up sometime today. Bastards. From my past experience with having multiple bank accounts and having the check divided between the two, if the one account wasn't ready for direct deposit, then the entire check would still be deposited in the original account, not split between a deposit and live check. Grr... these people are idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Other News...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia isn't feeling well. She has a low grade fever and very runny nose. Also, I've noticed that she's been holding her hand over her ear on occasion. I really hope she doesn't have an ear infection. In any event, I'm going to call Dr. Papa and see what he says; in the mean time Greg and I have been giving her baby Tylenol to help (and it really does).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I picked up the keys last night at the condo!!!! We're so freaking excited. We were walking around the condo last night talking about where we're going to put what and all. It's great! We also took pictures and will eveutally up load them for all to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, i am going to hop into the shower (not literally) and get ready for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Unloading the storage unit, yesterday, wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be and I am as lazy as possible when it comes to moving. Ask Greg, Sean, and Aaron, they will agree with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-4578814215822357839?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/4578814215822357839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=4578814215822357839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/4578814215822357839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/4578814215822357839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/08/here-we-go.html' title='Here We Go...'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-3995118973596857705</id><published>2007-08-16T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T12:38:56.652-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Forty and counting</title><content type='html'>Forty minutes until I walk out of this door and when I return on Monday, I will be coming from my new home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So exciting; it truly is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this day couldn't go fast enough and the people that I've dealt with today haven't been the easiest either. But, whatever because it's not going to effect my mood whatsoever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that we'll have enough money to get all the things we need this weekend (but, again, Greg thinks we'll be fine with money).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also looking forward to seeing Mom and Van and getting their feedback about the condo that Greg and I are going to establish as our home for the next year. Oh, and that Sean and Aaron are about a mile away and I'm sure they will be visiting for food (it turns out that Sean and Aaron haven't eat in much since we all moved out and they are eager for me to cook meals for them once more; not that my cooking is good, it's just that they are too lazy to cook for themselves). Makes me wish there was a Super Fresh near the condo. I am very particular to which grocery stores I shop at; I will not shop (unless I absolutely have to) at Shoppers; Mars; Shop and Save; and Aldo. My preferred grocery stores are Giant or Super Fresh. I don't like Safeway, either, but if I have to go I will, but the others that I listed are ones that I will drive out of the way to NOT shop there. BUT!!! There is a Costco right down the street from the condo and Greg and I have a Costco Membership (We're so special). I used to be a Sam's Club fan, but I out grew them, no that there is any real difference between Sam's and Costco or anything, I just decided that I liked Costco more. Greg likes Costco because they carry his favorite drink: Vitamin Water in bulk (and when Costco mailed up their coupon book earlier this month there was a coupon for the Vitamin Waters which made Greg ever so happy). Greg and I are planning on going to Costco to do our shopping after we've moved the stuff in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, I believe, my brother is in Chicago taking a managerial test for his employer! The whole family is hoping he'll pass with flying colors (although, all he needs is a score of 70 to pass) and will be promoted. Good Luck Sean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without further adeu, I bid you good bye. Have a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I am going to try and take pictures but I don't know when I'll be able to upload them since Greg and I haven't even talked about initiating cable/internet service at the new place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-3995118973596857705?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/3995118973596857705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=3995118973596857705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/3995118973596857705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/3995118973596857705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/08/forty-and-counting.html' title='Forty and counting'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-551607477194206028</id><published>2007-08-16T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T09:38:39.239-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>EEEEE!!!!</title><content type='html'>In roughly three hours and twenty five minutes I will be on my way to the apartment to help pack, load up the cars and then head out to get the rental and then unload the storage unit... and, with what hte weather is going to be today (hot and humid), I am as excited as all hell (even with this wicked storm that is rolling in which will probably make the afternoon even more steamy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-551607477194206028?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/551607477194206028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=551607477194206028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/551607477194206028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/551607477194206028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/08/eeeee.html' title='EEEEE!!!!'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-5656908917733707824</id><published>2007-08-15T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T15:00:12.891-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>It has begun...</title><content type='html'>... tomorrow is &lt;strong&gt;THE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, there was an email from The Condo Guy, confirming the meeting tomorrow and suggesting a time for us to meet (eight o'clock pm). I haven't replied, yet. I am in the progress of that task (among many others)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Greg and I were so drained of energy. We were both confused as to why we felt to exhausted. But there were a couple highlights for the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Amelia and Greg got into a dispute... over... the spoon. Yes, Amelia has begun to take the spoon away and try to feed herself and &lt;strong&gt;WILL NOT&lt;/strong&gt; allow you to take the spoon back unless you pry her sticky, wet, fingers away from the spoon, to which she will began to scream at the top of her lungs in protest. Wow. Last night, feeding Amelia, was interesting to say the least &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; I learned that Greg has begun thinking about proposing to me; he's already thought about his wording, the location, the time, and the ring. &lt;strong&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; This excites me to no end. And, what causes this utmost extreme excitement is that I have absolutely no idea what the ring is going to look like or when and where which means it's all a complete surprise; every bit of it (I have no idea what style ring (cut of the diamond, etc), if the ring is going to be gold, white gold, or platinum, etc). This tickles me pink with joy &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so busy at work. I am already getting frustrated and that isn't good. Oy, they need to hire more people and soon (for example, my referral). But, at least it's a short week for me AND I will be working a half day tomorrow, rather than a whole day and taking Friday off (which I am still going to do). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned how excited I am about what's about to happen? I am starting a whole new life (sorta). I am as excited as humanly possible yet scared shit less. What scares me is the finances (remember, Money is the root of evil and can ruin any and all relationships), Greg believes that we will be fine financially, but I am not feeling the belief. I guess, in a sense, I am still thinking about the relationship I had with Adam and when we first moved in together and all that ensued afterwards. But, to be fair, Greg has never been fired and has been at the same company for six years and then some; whereas Adam was constantly loosing his job which made the finances difficult, and I guess I am afraid of a repeat even though Greg is very secure in his job. GGGRRRR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how Greg and I are worried about completely different things regaurding this move. I feel his worry is nothing (even though I can't mention it here) to really worry about because he hasn't had any issues with the place he's at now; and he feels my worry about the finances is petty since we both have jobs that pay very well. To each their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** FF to 2:47pm ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I can't get over how busy I've been this week! Thank goodness it's a short week for me. I am feeling so frustrated, stressed, and over all not in a good mood; which i've expressed to Greg (to give him a heads up for tonight).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, again, I've forgotten about the topics of discussion. God, I would suck in a book club group and had to host a meeting. My mind can not stay focused on anything now a days. I swear I have Adult ADD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck that I survive the rest of the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-5656908917733707824?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/5656908917733707824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=5656908917733707824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/5656908917733707824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/5656908917733707824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-has-begun.html' title='It has begun...'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-6108695761220238265</id><published>2007-08-15T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T10:51:10.245-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>How Do You Say...</title><content type='html'>... Amelia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-meal-lee-ya (phonically) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-meal-ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn between the two because I don't know which is correct; personally, I've been calling her Ah-meal-lee-ya more frequently than the latter; Greg, on the other hand, calls her Ah-meal-ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which do you say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-6108695761220238265?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/6108695761220238265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=6108695761220238265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/6108695761220238265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/6108695761220238265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-do-you-say.html' title='How Do You Say...'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-6441872383479187084</id><published>2007-08-14T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T15:43:06.587-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babysitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Lunch Crunch and Munch</title><content type='html'>Sometimes the lunch hour goes by too fast (as is the case for today) and sometimes it doesn't go fast enough. Weird how that works...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good News! I may have found a new person to watch Amelia. Greg and I are going to meet her this Friday, time to be determined, since we both have the day off. She's in Glen Burnie, but the other end. Her price is negotiable, especially since I told her that we have an extra car seat for her car in case she needs to run errands. But, I'm trying to not get too excited mainly because this person is another SAHM, even though she has her state license for Day Care, and we don't know the reliability of her (even though our current sitter hasn't let us down in terms of attendance). Or, as Blue suggested, I could tie Amelia to the cub bard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my lunch break, I went to the bank and deposited monies into the &lt;strong&gt;joint&lt;/strong&gt; account and chatted with Mom for a bit. Mom was out and about looking things for the condo, mainly Christmas items. Oy! She's already thinking about Christmas! She was asking about ornaments and all things related (stockings; mantle for the fire place, etc); but Greg and I have an on going 'discussion' about our first Christmas Tree together: Artificial vs. Real; I already have an artificial tree that I bought sometime ago; it's pre-light with multi colored lights and ready to go, PLUS we can store the tree in the storage unit when not in use. Greg, on the other hand, wants to get a real tree that we (or he) will have to haul up to our third floor condo and this dispose of from the third floor; in addition to the hauling, there is the maintenance of the tree while in use. Honestly, I'm all for buying a real tree, but I'm not too keen on using a real tree this year mainly because of Amelia and the fact that she will moving moving about by then and could eat the needles or whatever might fall off the tree. So, that is where I stand on the Christmas Tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is going quick, yet slow at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going well; I had my monthly quality review yesterday and I am exceeding expectations (which, from my impression, isn't that common around here). The manager is back from his out of country visit and will probably be going through the applications for the Team Leader position (the one that I was hinted to about applying) and, hopefully, the referral applications (I could really use the referral bonus, did I mention it's $5,000? That could pay for a pretty decent (in my eyes) wedding...). Plus, it would be nice to work with someone that I've worked for in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, there have been so many thoughts in my mind that I've wanted to write about but I just can't seem to find the time! So frustrating. I am hoping that after the move, I will be able to write from home... we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm done for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*signing out at 3:44PM*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-6441872383479187084?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/6441872383479187084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=6441872383479187084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/6441872383479187084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/6441872383479187084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/08/lunch-crunch-and-munch.html' title='Lunch Crunch and Munch'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-3736538784959523585</id><published>2007-08-13T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T10:51:48.960-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizzes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tests'/><title type='text'>I've learned...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/personality/personality.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testriffic.com/images/personality_philosopher.gif" alt="Testriffic.com" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/girls/lovelust_intro.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testriffic.com/images/llauth.png" alt="Testriffic.com" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/financial/financial"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testriffic.com/images/financial_mpro.gif" alt="Testriffic.com" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="border:1px #000 solid; width:300px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  align="center" bgcolor="#999999" padding="0" margin="0"&gt;&lt;font size="+2" color="#FFFFFF"&gt;Which Playboy girlfriend are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testriffic.com/stat/5848/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testriffic.com/resultfiles/11987holly].jpg" alt="Holly" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;Holly&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px; color:#000;"&gt;Holly Madison (born Holly Cullen December 23, 1979 in Astoria, Oregon) is one of Hugh Hefner's three current girlfriends, well-known for appearing on the E! reality television series The Girls Next Door, which is the #1-rated program on the E! network.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;How do you compare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/test/lbsunset0519/5848/Which-Playboy-girlfriend-are-you-"&gt; Take this test!&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com"&gt;Tests from Testriffic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="border:1px #000 solid; width:300px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  align="center" bgcolor="#999999" padding="0" margin="0"&gt;&lt;font size="+2" color="#FFFFFF"&gt;What kind of girl are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testriffic.com/stat/14021/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testriffic.com/resultfiles/14021th_z70761899.jpg" alt="Tomboy" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;Tomboy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px; color:#000;"&gt;Are you even a girl? Im just piking but you sure act like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;How do you compare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/test/iloveyou730/14021/What-kind-of-girl-are-you-"&gt; Take this test!&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com"&gt;Tests from Testriffic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... so much about myself in 10 minutes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-3736538784959523585?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/3736538784959523585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=3736538784959523585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/3736538784959523585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/3736538784959523585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-learned.html' title='I&apos;ve learned...'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-4391350990364911826</id><published>2007-08-13T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T14:16:50.283-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babysitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>When it Rains It Pours</title><content type='html'>This week is going to be so stressful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped Amelia off this morning and was informed that the babysitter as accepted a job and is giving me 2 weeks notice! That means Greg and I have to find a new sitter by August 27! So, the search has begun on CraigsList; so far I've contacted a few businesses and SAHM's and either left a message or sent an email. Wish us luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg's hour at work ended up being nearly 4 hours! So much work came in over the weekend and he wanted to get a head start for today. He's such a work-a-holic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is the week!!! Greg and I start moving stuff in at the end of the week!! When Greg made it home (11:30pm), we talked for a little bit about how we're going to do the move and do it as cheaply as possible (meaning the rental truck). I think we're going to get the U-haul and load up the apartment first, then the storage unit and then go to the condo vs. storage unit first, then condo and then back to the apartment for the rest of the stuff. The next question is when do we do this since Greg has taken Thursday and Friday off and I've only taken Friday, but we are meeting The Condo Guy on Thursday after work to get the keys and to give him the rest of the money... so, do Greg and I start the move on Thursday night or wait until Friday? So much to think about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** 1:15pm ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for rest during lunch! I had to run up to Greg's job to get his bank card to withdraw money from his current account and put the money in our joint account, and since I drive by his bank on the way home from the Babysitters, I offered to do the errand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also during lunch, I recieved 2 call backs from potential day car providers for Amelia. I haven't called either back, yet, since work has been absolutley nucking futs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so much fun having Amelia back! I really enjoy feeding her the Gerber foods because after each spoonfull she'll go "mmm" and then open her mouth for more (or stick her foot in her mouth)! It's so freaking entertaining! Also, Mom &lt;em&gt;taught&lt;/em&gt; Amelia to make this face, where she'll wrinkle her nose and squint her eyes and begin to blow through her nose really fast, which usually results in a snort! Greg and I crack up when Amelia does that; of which she'll do on demand, sorta. I'm going to try to get it on 'tape' for all to see. And last night, while in Target, Amelia was being such a ham! She was smiling at everyone, talking and laughing - it was so much fun! One unique thing she was doing was licking the bottoms of Greg and my cups; I am going to assume that her bottom tooth is coming in and the coldness of the cup soothed her; but I am sure it was a sight to see us walking around with a baby attached to the bottom of a cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting so freaking excited about the next five months (that's how long until Amelia's First Birthday)!! I can't wait to hear her 'talk' and start walking; the excitment of Christmas and when April and I get their pictures taken. I am so giddy with all of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, last night while I had the place to myself, I was playing with Adobe Photoshop 5.0 and trying to create some collages for Cousin April and our Grandma which is Amelia's and Olivia's Great-Grandma. Working on a few Holiday Ideas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more that I want to write, but it would take me all day at this rate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Signing out at 2:17pm ***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-4391350990364911826?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/4391350990364911826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=4391350990364911826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/4391350990364911826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/4391350990364911826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it Rains It Pours'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-4451299102592057996</id><published>2007-08-12T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T21:14:33.428-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cousin April'/><title type='text'>A Moment to Myself!</title><content type='html'>Can you believe that I am all alone (well, Amelia is asleep at the moment) for the first time in a lllooonnnggg time? Yeah, it's so freaking nice. Greg had to run into work for about an hour and his Mom and brother Ken are out and about; so it's just me and &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;. I love Flickr; though we're having a 'fight' at the moment (won't let me do a mass upload so I have to upload every single picture manually).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was fast and Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't remember what happened on Friday after work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a busy day! Greg and I headed down to Waldorf at 1pm and the drive was probably one of the most scariest drives I've ever driven only because there were so many accidents that happened on 95 and 495, one of which I witnessed as it happened right behind me and freaked me out. This accident occurred on 495 and I am going to assume the funeral procession that was going on the opposite side of 495 distracted someone because the next thing I saw was a cloud of dust and then this blue car spinning all over the place in the middle of 495; it was like a scene out of a movie. I had such an adrenaline rush watching it and I nearly stopped to get out of the car to help (First Responder classes kicking in) but I didn't want to risk getting hit myself since I was sure it would have been a multi car accident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally made it to Waldorf around 2:30 and met Mom at The Buffet where Amelia was waiting for us. Greg and I were in such a shock when we saw Amelia because Mom had her all dressed in jeans and a cute top and 2 little pig tails in her hair!! Amelia looked so much older than 7 months; it totally freaked Greg and I. We were like, 'where's our little girl?'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we headed over to April's and hung out for about an hour and on the way home, my girlfriend Michele called because she was in town (she lives in Hagerstown) and wanted to get together. We ended up meeting her at the Wal-Mart at Arundel Mills Mall since Greg and I had to get some diapers and we wanted to look at some condo things. It was nice to see Michele, I haven't seen her since March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 8pm when Greg and I made it home and Amelia didn't go to bed until 9! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Sunday, Greg and I hung out at the apartment for a while; delaying the inevitable: Greg going to work on a Sunday. We finally left a little after 2pm, drove by his job and there were too many people there, so we went to Giant to get some more juice and cookies (damn cycle made me eat the rest of the Chips Ahoy!) and then to Staples where we bought a receipt book for the babysitter (in order to get my money back, I need the babysitters signature as proof of payment) and then to Target. I was surprised Greg and I only spent $50 at Target; I was expecting our total to me much higher since we picked up a huge box of Pampers, wipes, bottles, nipples, and other small items for Amelia. But, I'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to conclude this entry, please enjoy this clip of Amelia eating her Peas and Toes for dinner last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NyTQ2AcJqvk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NyTQ2AcJqvk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-4451299102592057996?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/4451299102592057996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=4451299102592057996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/4451299102592057996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/4451299102592057996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/08/moment-to-myself.html' title='A Moment to Myself!'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-7760334459640057553</id><published>2007-08-10T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T21:14:57.100-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Date Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy</title><content type='html'>Today has been crazy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've hardly had the time to read my book today and then later in the afternoon I receive a 'special' email from my supervisor informing me that two higher up people have chosen me to call customers to gather some feedback and what not. Now, this makes me feel pretty good that I was specifically thought of to do this project and I feel that this will be put into consideration for the position that I applied for last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, other than that, the day has been non-stop! I was even working during my lunch hour (just to catch up on a few things). I can not wait to get home tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was so much stuff I wanted to right today about my wondering mind this morning, but I never got the chance. I hope that I have some time over the weekend to write, but I don't think I will have that much time (picking Amelia up, hanging out with Cousin April, packing and cleaning out the closet and bedroom for the move next week, and so much more!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was great! I had a really nice time. Greg and I ate at Johnny Rockets, neither one of us had eatin there before; the food was too bad and the prices were pretty good. I believe the total was $20 for two appetizers and two sandwiches. After dinner, Greg and I were going to head over to Dairy Queen because for the whole day of 08/09/07, all sales of their Blizzards (or something like that) were being donated to some Childrens Organization and Greg and I wanted to contribute, but we didn't have time to make it all the way to the one end of the mall and then to the movie theater in time (and, of course, the mall was closed by the time the movie let out), so we had the Ben and Jerry's for dessert (I didn't care too much for the choice of ice cream I cho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-7760334459640057553?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/7760334459640057553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=7760334459640057553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/7760334459640057553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/7760334459640057553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/08/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-2755937903313524295</id><published>2007-08-09T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T14:58:18.554-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth control'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Date Night (sorta)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Greg S. [mailto:********@yahoo.com] &lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, August 09, 2007 12:33 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Jessica D&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: *Knock Knock*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet here, go to movies and make out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica D &lt;*********@!!!!!!.com&gt; wrote:&lt;br /&gt;You should go out and get your lunch now before it hits…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what’s the plan tonight?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our 'Date Night', Greg and I are going to see The Simpson's Movie (with our free passes) after work. And, apparently, we're going to make out. Works for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, this afternoon, the a/c was repaired at work. It's nice and cool and the nice little storm we have is also helping. Rather relaxing really; since I can sit and watch it rain from my desk (Love my Desk Location). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, "IT" has made it's ugly presence this morning; about time too! But, I've noticed that my cycles are starting the Thursday after I stop taking the active pills... what's nice *knock on wood* is that the cramps are almost nonexistent, oddly. Actually, I had no warning signs (other than my strong 'urges' for 'playing' with Greg) that "IT" was coming. Another thing that I have noticed is that my mood swings happen a week before I stop taking the active pills... I wonder if this is just me. I've been tempted to not take the birth control to see if I would have a cycle on my own (since I have PCOS, my cycles have been very unpredictable; hence the reason I didn't use birth control (and was told that it would be nearly impossible for me to get pregnant naturally))... not sure if I want to risk that chance... give up sex for two months just to see if I will start a cycle on my own???... Nah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next&lt;/em&gt; is coming along nicely. I've spent a majority of the morning reading. The only 'complaint' I have about the book, thus far, is that it's predictable; or at least seems predictable, but I don't know if my predictions are true, well most of them... some I've predicted and after a few more chapters proved correct. I guess it helps that I spent nearly six years in the clinical research industry and I know a lot of what the book is about... who knows. I should be done with it soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, Greg and I are going back down to my Mom's to get Amelia. I am so missing her right now. She's growing so fast, physically and mentally. She's begun to get on her hands and knees and will soon start crawling, probably, but for now she just kinds scoots backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting pretty excited about the move next week. I can't wait for Greg and I to finally have a place to call home and to start our life together; and for Amelia to have a place to have all her 'firsts', such as her first steps, Christmas, Thanksgiving, words, etc. This time next year, Amelia will be 19 months old!! It's so weird to think about that, especially when I think what I was doing/thinking this time last year (like working at CCTA; when Greg and I went to the National Zoo; all the trips that Greg and I were planning; and the thought of Greg and I moving to Washington State together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a weird thing to think about all that was going on last year and not know that I was pregnant. I would guess that I was about 4, going on 5, months pregnant this time last year. And, who would have thought that a year later, Greg and I would be moving in together, set up joint bank accounts (at my bank of choice; gotta love Wachovia), helping each other pay our bills (I help him with the Dell bill and he helps with my car payment), and have a nearly 7 month old daughter!! I sure wouldn't have thought that... if I were asked last year what I would expect to be doing exactly a year later, all that I mentioned above would not be what I was expecting; if anything, I would have guessed: School and a new job. Way off, huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I change anything? Absolutely not; not even all the hardship I've experienced in the last 7 months. I am feeling very positive about my future with Greg, Amelia, and life in general. It's a very good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am going to get back to the book; just thought I would stop by and give ya something to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-2755937903313524295?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/2755937903313524295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=2755937903313524295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/2755937903313524295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/2755937903313524295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/08/date-night-sorta.html' title='Date Night (sorta)'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-9213170276910836968</id><published>2007-08-08T18:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T18:04:50.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Multimedia message</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvPCkahCU_Y/Rro-AgalZlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8LHsHprk_bI/s1600-h/bm-image-790353.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvPCkahCU_Y/Rro-AgalZlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8LHsHprk_bI/s320/bm-image-790353.jpe" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-9213170276910836968?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/9213170276910836968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=9213170276910836968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/9213170276910836968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/9213170276910836968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/08/multimedia-message.html' title='Multimedia message'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvPCkahCU_Y/Rro-AgalZlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8LHsHprk_bI/s72-c/bm-image-790353.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-5005823843340206228</id><published>2007-08-08T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T16:58:29.991-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>*Blah*</title><content type='html'>Ugh, it's so freaking hot!!! The a/c in the office isn't working, again, and there is like no air whatsoever over here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been slow, yet frustrating; I swear there are some stupid people out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, to pass the time, I've been emailing Aaron and reading a new book, &lt;em&gt;Next&lt;/em&gt;, by Michael Crichton. I am hoping to get back into reading to pass the time while work is slow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I am so freaking bored at the moment and there still an hour left for work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbblllaaahhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-5005823843340206228?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/5005823843340206228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=5005823843340206228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/5005823843340206228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/5005823843340206228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/08/blah.html' title='*Blah*'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-5090211980315090947</id><published>2007-08-08T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T13:37:46.003-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>whatdayoftheweekisit?</title><content type='html'>I work up this morning having no clue as to what day of the week it was. It was such a weird feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I stopped by Greg's office, unannounced, and hung out for a few minutes while he finished making our 'Need/Want' List for the move next week. While he was working on that, I was chatting with Brooke and talking about the Ocean City Golfing Extravaganza in Sept., which sounds likes it's going to be a lot of fun!! Once Brooke left, Greg and I chatted about going out to dinner, even if it's a McDonalds and we eat inside rather than drive-thru; I just wanted to go out. We ended up going to Pizza Hut on Rt. 40. Our server was horrible and he totally messed up our order; but I didn't care because I was happy to be out and with Greg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for our pizza, Greg and I chatted a little about a few things that were on my mind and then we focused on the 'Need/Want' List. Turns out that we don't need as many things as we thought we did. A majority of the items we need are for the two bathrooms (shower curtains, towels, rugs, accessories, etc) and things for Amelia's room (which it looks like a lot of people (ok, 4) feel that themes are a thing of the past for children's rooms), such as a lamp, bedding and such for her crib and a few other little things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another topic of discussion was brought on by someone that I had spoken to on the way to the Pizza Hut; an old 'FWB' that I met nearly three years ago. 'W' is engaged and has his wedding planned for this coming Oct (I am going to assume I wasn't invited, LOL); his bride-to-be doesn't know that 'W' still has a paid membership to an adult hook-up website and is still looking for fun (shoot, he's asked me many time this year to get together for 'lunch', to which I've declined and have told him that I am in love with Greg and am not interested in &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; friendship anymore); I asked 'W' why he's still looking and such and he had no real honest answer and mentioned something about his bride-to-be has expressed some, very little, interest in possibly having a third person join their 'party'. So, I asked him if his bride-to-be knows of the website and he said no and that he doesn't plan on telling about it anytime soon because she would freak if he told her. Umm, wouldn't that be a big flag to &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; do what you're doing? So, once I ended the conversation with 'W', I talked to Greg about it and asked how he would feel if he found out that I had a paid membership to said website and was actively looking without his knowledge. His reply is something that I would feel if I learned of the same. See, this is where communication is key in a relationship; Greg knows of every past 'FWB' that I speak with (on the rare occasion that a conversation with one of them (there are four that I talk to every now and then) occurs) and I tell him about the conversations of them on my own free will, he doesn't ask and I don't hide anything from him. Greg is an important person in my life, why would I not tell him what's going on in &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; life? Maybe I am more open than others, who knows, but that's just the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the Greg's review didn't happen last night; work was too busy, but it did happen this morning!! Greg's review was great and the raise was more than either of us were hoping for! Plus, the raise is effect immediately and will be reflected with the paycheck coming on Friday! Hooray!!! From our calculations, this check is going to be sweet and it may be more than enough to actually hire people to move our items next week, which is something we've been chatting about all morning via email. I am a little hesitant because I want to know for a fact that Greg and I are going to have more than enough money for next week and then for rent in September, which is two weeks after we move in! Greg understands my concerns but if pretty positive that we will be fine. It's awesome that Greg and I are paid on opposite weeks because every Friday, there will be a paycheck deposited into the joint account (as soon as our employers process the requests). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This move is getting very exciting and nerve wracking for me. I told Greg that I am afraid of a repeat of the 'life' I had with Adam once we moved in together; even though my heart is telling me that the life Greg and I will have together will be nothing like that of the past; but I can't help but worry. Also, I just realized that today would be my four year wedding anniversary if Adam and I were still together. I wonder if he remembers... meh, not important to wonder about those type of thoughts... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oy! So much going on in my head!!! I'm missing Amelia a lot this week; I want to call Cousin April and see how's she doing, yet afraid because I remember how I felt after having Amelia; I need to talk to the Babysitter about having her sign a piece of paper stating that she is/has accepted money from me to watch Amelia so that I can be reimbursed; I'm hoping that my brother is doing well, financially, at his new place; wonder how my car is doing since it's been nearly 2 weeks since I handed it over to the repair shop... and many many more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-5090211980315090947?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/5090211980315090947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=5090211980315090947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/5090211980315090947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/5090211980315090947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/08/whatdayoftheweekisit.html' title='whatdayoftheweekisit?'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-4272884932964952448</id><published>2007-08-07T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T15:41:15.183-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam'/><title type='text'>Just Another Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Nothing going on today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy this morning with HR (which is handled in another state) and filling out their forms on a change of address and direct deposit. It wasn't as easy as you think. Like I've mentioned before, the HR staff isn't the most reliable bunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One item mentioned to me about the direct deposit change (even though I am still going to have a portion of my paycheck deposited into my current account) is that it may take up to three pay periods before it's complete; which translates to about six weeks. I don't see how that is possible; it's a simple process of where HR submits verification to the bank that the bank account exists and has the correct name on it, right? Why would this take six weeks to complete? Meh; I just have a feeling that this simple request will not happen in the appropriate time frame quoted to me and that more than likely, the request will be forgotten and that I am going to have to get medieval on their arses. Good grief, it took nearly two months for them to complete my exemptions change (the last paycheck had the correct amount of exemptions taken out for both Fed and State, finally).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****There was something else I wanted to mention, but I can't remember anymore****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Greg has been so busy at work. He didn't get home until 8:30 last night. The only bright side is that he's getting a lot of overtime, but isn't spending much time home (and he misses me). Hopefully, he'll have his annual review today and we'll find out how much his raise is. Last year, he was promoted to Assistant Manager and we're eager to see what the review states. It would be awesome if Greg receives his 'usual' raise amount and then I am promoted at work and receive a raise (I did apply for the position I mentioned earlier; not sure if I mentioned that or not). Oh, did I mention that my job is offering a huge referral bonus (more than a couple thousand dollars; yes, you read that correctly) and my friend that I used to work with at PRP might be considered as a candidate and if she's hired and remains with MX for 6 months, I will be thousands of dollars richer? I will learn in a few weeks if she's going to be hired or not; the manager is out of the country until sometime next week and when he returns is when he's going to conduct interviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe that I've been here for almost a year. Sometime last week, I was chatting with a co-worker that was in my training and reminded him of the time we've been here and we both agree that this past year has flown by. It's funny to us because when we started together, neither one of us ever thought we'd be parents within the coming year, when talking in retrospect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I are doing quiet well, relationship wise. No major fights or arguments, yet; who knows what's going to happen once we're completely on our own together. But, considering that we've been together for four whole weeks and still no major disputes or arguments, I count that as a good thing! I remember when Adam and I first moved in, within the first 2-3 weeks we had a huge fight and told him that I wanted to break up and everything. I never forgave him for what he did (he didn't hit me or anything), and I never told my family about it (though he told his family what he did). I told Greg about it and he said he would never, ever, do what Adam did, no matter how mad. But, that is all in the past... I am looking forward to the life that Greg and I are going to have together. I believe he's going to 'allow' us to marry on 10-10-09 since he hasn't said anything against that date, except a few times we've talked about getting married sooner (because we are eager to buy a house within the next two years). I've been thinking that it could be possible that Greg and I marry each other this time next year... after all, Greg and I have known each other and have been the best of friends to each other for nearly two years (08/20/05 is 'the date'); if we weren't meant to be, we wouldn't be where we are today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Adam, I called the Circuit Court today because I haven't received anything in the mail about the divorce filing. Well, according to the person I spoke with, they assigned a case number (good, it means everything is in progress) and that they mailed the 'Summons Packet' to me the week of July 18th. Well, I haven't received anything; as a matter of fact, I haven't received any mail since I did my change of address on July 23rd! This worries me, since I am no longer able to check the mail at the townhouse (all keys were returned on July 31). I've tried calling the local post office, but the number is always busy. Figures. It would be nice to be able to get this all done and over with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, I started this entry at 1:00 and it's not 3:40. My life is so exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that I have new 'regulars' out there; there are 2 in Virginia, someone who uses AOL (didn't even know people still use AOL now a days) and there is this weird one... I love Bravenet because it shows me the link where someone came from, if the visit wasn't a 'direct hit', and lately there's been these visitors with the same IP address, but the referring link is different, though when I click on it, it takes me to the same place. Odd indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. To each their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I am done. I've got other things to vent about somewhere else...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-4272884932964952448?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/4272884932964952448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=4272884932964952448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/4272884932964952448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/4272884932964952448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-another-tuesday.html' title='Just Another Tuesday'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-2280697647038451758</id><published>2007-08-06T15:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T15:14:46.261-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizzes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tests'/><title type='text'>Another one of those days...</title><content type='html'>I found this quiz off &lt;a href="http:// http://www.myspace.com/chevrolet502 "&gt;my cousins MySpace page&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/extraversion.html" target="_blank"&gt;Extraversion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;53%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/stability.html" target="_blank"&gt;Stability&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;60%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/orderliness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Orderliness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;33%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/accommodation.html" target="_blank"&gt;Accommodation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/interdependence.html" target="_blank"&gt;Interdependence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/intellectual.html" target="_blank"&gt;Intellectual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/mystical.html" target="_blank"&gt;Mystical&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/artistic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Artistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/religious.html" target="_blank"&gt;Religious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hedonism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hedonism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/materialism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Materialism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;16%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/narcissism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Narcissism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/adventurousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/workethic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Work ethic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/selfabsorbed.html" target="_blank"&gt;Self absorbed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/conflictseeking.html" target="_blank"&gt;Conflict seeking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/needtodominate.html" target="_blank"&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/romantic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Romantic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/avoidant.html" target="_blank"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/antiauthority.html" target="_blank"&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/wealth.html" target="_blank"&gt;Wealth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/dependency.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dependency&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/changeaverse.html" target="_blank"&gt;Change averse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;16%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/cautiousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/individuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Individuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/sexuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sexuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/peterpancomplex.html" target="_blank"&gt;Peter pan complex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalsecurity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical security&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalfitness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical Fitness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/histrionic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/paranoia.html" target="_blank"&gt;Paranoia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/vanity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Vanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hypersensitivity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hypersensitivity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/indie.html" target="_blank"&gt;Indie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;58%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global-adv.html"&gt;Take Free Advanced Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stability&lt;/strong&gt; results were moderately high which suggests you are relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orderliness&lt;/strong&gt; results were moderately low which suggests you are, at times, overly flexible, improvised, and fun seeking at the expense of reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extraversion&lt;/strong&gt; results were medium which suggests you are moderately talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trait snapshot: messy, tough, disorganized, fearless, not rule conscious, likes the unknown, rarely worries, rash, attracted to the counter culture, rarely irritated, positive, resilient, abstract, not a perfectionist, risk taker, strange, weird, self reliant, leisurely, dangerous, anti-authority, trusting, optimistic, positive, thrill seeker, likes bizarre things, sarcastic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-2280697647038451758?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/2280697647038451758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=2280697647038451758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/2280697647038451758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/2280697647038451758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-one-of-those-days.html' title='Another one of those days...'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-4139231962500203516</id><published>2007-08-06T14:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T14:36:16.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much is that Baby in the Window?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mdman3219/1028401386/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1285/1028401386_228429c767_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mdman3219/1028401386/"&gt;DSC05213&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mdman3219/"&gt;mdman3219&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As Greg and I were leaving, Mom did this; placed Amelia up to the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tore Greg up with sadness. He misses Amelia so much and seeing the look on her face as we were leaving didn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaawwwww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I opened our joint checking account during our lunch breaks!! It's so weird; I've never had a joint account with anyone before, not even with Adam. I am getting closer and closer to being an adult (eek)!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-4139231962500203516?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/4139231962500203516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=4139231962500203516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/4139231962500203516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/4139231962500203516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-much-is-that-baby-in-window.html' title='How Much is that Baby in the Window?'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1285/1028401386_228429c767_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-9102802109295773682</id><published>2007-08-06T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T11:35:23.764-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olivia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live'/><title type='text'>So Much Going On!</title><content type='html'>Wow, this weekend went by way too fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday night&lt;/strong&gt;, Pat (Greg's middle brother) left for the military. Greg and Ken (Greg's youngest brother) stayed up until 2am with Pat helping him pack and just hanging out together (I slept). Pat is going to be gone for a little over a year. Greg wrote this really nice letter to Pat to read and keep around. Greg let me read it and he asked for my opinion and such. It was really sweet and it came from Greg's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;, Greg and I head down to Nanjemoy to visit Amelia (because we are really missing her) and my Cousin April who just had her baby girl, Olivia. On the way down, just before we reached 495, Van calls to tell me that Mom's car broke down (with Amelia in it) on one of the back roads and she has no cell reception (Now, you may be wondering how we found out about the car; well a stranger stopped and helped Momma and Momma was able to use the strangers cell phone to call for police and to call Van). Greg and I were still about an hour away when we received the phone call; so I called Sean, who was on his way down as well, to see if he was any closer but he wasn't. We were pretty much neck and neck with each other, even though he was taking 301 down and I was taking 495 to 5. It was a little before 2pm by the time we make it to the area that Mom broke down, but Sean and I couldn't find her! We don't know the back roads as well as Mom and Van and I was getting worried about the safety of Mom and Amelia. Finally, Mom calls me from her home to tell me that the police guy took her home and that the car was towed there as well. Now, here's what happened to Mom's car: THE ENTIRE WHEEL/TIRE FELL COMPLETELY OFF THE CAR WHILE IN MOTION! She didn't have a flat tire; the whole tire, rim, everything came off. Yeah, I know. How the hell does a tire fall off a car? We're still baffled ourselves. But, Mom and Amelia are safe and unharmed and that's all that matters. By the time I make it to Mom's house, it's nearly 2:30. Greg and I walk in to find Amelia fast asleep, to our disappointment. I wanted to hold her, hug her, and play with her! I let her sleep a little more (like 5 minutes) and decided to wake her. She wasn't too happy about that, in the beginning, but within a few minutes she was all smiles and laughing! Oh, I missed her so much!! As did Greg. She looked taller too. I swear she's going to be all legs when she gets older. Sean arrived a few minutes after Greg and I and we hung out while waiting for the visiting hours to resume at the hospital (they don't allow visitors from 2-4). I believe it was about 5pm when we all arrived at the hospital and met Olivia. Poor Greg, he had to wait in the waiting room with Amelia because the hospital wouldn't allow anyone under 13 to visit patients unless it was direct kin or something. We stayed about an hour and headed off to the store to get more formula for Mom and then headed home where we had a great meal cooked on the grill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia is eating a lot better now a days! She's learned how to eat off a spoon and really enjoys the new variety! She nearly ate all the sweet potatoes I fed her on Saturday night! So far, she doesn't like Peas and Apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt; was a pretty lazy day. I woke up before 8am and took care of Amelia while Greg slept in a little longer (yep, Greg and I spent the night at my Moms and slept on a very uncomfortable sofa bed). Not too long after, Mom came out into the living room and we just chatted and what not. Greg woke up around 9:30 and we all chatted and played with Amelia until she fell asleep (which she was so resisting to do) on me. Greg took &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mdman3219"&gt;a lot of pictures &lt;/a&gt;of all the Hummingbirds, Finches, and critters around Mom's over the weekend; which he's placed on his Flickr account. Greg is really starting to take some amazing pictures. I'll post a few of my favorite later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I left Mom's a little after 4pm and as soon as we reached Waldorf, we were in a severe thunder storm! The rain was insane, it was blowing in all directions and the thunder was amazing; at times, the thunder was so loud, the car vibrated so much it felt like something was coming out of the ground! It was cool and scary at the same time. By the time we reached 5, it was all over. The drive home was uneventful (aside from the storm). We reach Super Fresh around 6, pick up a few items for the week (lunch and dinner) and we're home by 7. Nothing exciting happened after that. Greg and I went to bed pretty early since neither of us slept well at Moms and that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Greg and I are going to meet up during the lunch hour and open up our joint account. Greg has had it with his current bank; all they do is tick him off now a days. He's so happy to be getting rid of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Condo Guy sent me an email over the weekend with a copy of the lease we signed and the check has cleared, so things are looking good for our move next week!! I'm starting to get excited, again, but I am still a little hesitant of the excitement (for fear of what happened last time). Last night, Greg and I started to talk about things that we need (not want) for the condo. Tonight, we're going to make a list. This morning, I was thinking about Amelia's room and thought that I might need a changing table for her; since I've always changed her on the bed but now that she'll have her own room... And, Greg and I are thinking fo things we'll need for the bathrooms and kitchen and so much more! I wish I didn't have to pay this stupid deductable because we would have so much extra money to buy everything that we need without a second thought. Another thought that I've been having is our housewarming party and who to invite! There are so many people that I want to invite, but Greg wants to keep it low-key. We'll see what happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week feels good; or maybe today does. I don't know, but in any case I've got that 'good things are going to happen' feeling in my stomach. Who knows, maybe my car is ready and I can get it back (I really dislike the Cobalt; the speakers suck). Who knows, but I am enjoying this feeling for the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-9102802109295773682?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/9102802109295773682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=9102802109295773682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/9102802109295773682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/9102802109295773682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-much-going-on.html' title='So Much Going On!'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-3685905853969764177</id><published>2007-08-05T19:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T20:41:38.713-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In The News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cousin April'/><title type='text'>Additions of 2007</title><content type='html'>Here's Olivia!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79/1022757576/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1417/1022757576_9bf25288d6.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Olivia" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see all the photos on my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; account, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still can't believe Olivia weighed over 10 pounds when she was born! No one in our family weighed that much a birth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Amelia's birth picture (a little orange due to the lighting)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79/708112343/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1393/708112343_6338472d03.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC02686.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference is night and day between the two! Amelia came out with a full head of hair whereas Olivia didn't have so much (I believe that's a Frye trait since Sean and I had a lot of hair when we were born) and the facial structure is so different too! It's amazing to see the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April and I were chatting about the upcoming holidays and how much fun it's going to be!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited about the arrival of Olivia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-3685905853969764177?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/3685905853969764177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=3685905853969764177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/3685905853969764177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/3685905853969764177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/08/additions-of-2007.html' title='Additions of 2007'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1417/1022757576_9bf25288d6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-3421006982080980480</id><published>2007-08-04T12:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T12:09:39.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Here!</title><content type='html'>I don't know the details of her arrival, but April have given birth to her baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know was that it was done by c-section and that the baby weighed 10lbs 4oz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, big baby for a 5 foot girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I are heading down this afternoon to visit and be with Amelia for the whole weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount 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Here!'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-7345669065251780184</id><published>2007-08-03T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T17:37:02.539-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cousin April'/><title type='text'>Baby Update</title><content type='html'>So, this morning my cousin went into the hospital to be induced...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started her on Petocin around 8:30am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of 5:30, she's had very little progression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse accidentally broke her bag of water, so once that was done my cousin opted for the epidurel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now we just wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the phone with her when the doctor came in, so Im going to call back later to see how she's doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she'll have her baby by the time Greg and I make it down there tomorrow afternoon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-7345669065251780184?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/7345669065251780184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=7345669065251780184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/7345669065251780184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/7345669065251780184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/08/baby-update.html' title='Baby Update'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-1433260735256291635</id><published>2007-08-02T12:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T13:24:29.633-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Strange Day</title><content type='html'>This day feels strange, but in a positive way. But, before I get to that, here are the events of last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Greg and I sleep in as late as possible (nearly 8am), again. We've got to stop going to bed so late! I swear I don't know what happens with the time from 8pm to 12am! Last night, I watched The King of Queens finale. It was a good episode. I missed it earlier this year. Greg and I were so confused because he haven't been keeping track of the episodes, so we had no clue that they broke up and stuff. And, in the end I thought they were going to go their separate ways (when they were talking on the airplane), but they didn't. Awww... In someways, the relationship that Greg and I have is very similar to that of the show (minus the father in-law living in their home; although I am living with Greg's Mom at the present), even Greg saw some similarities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the store last night after work. Greg and I are tired of having either spaghetti or chicken and salad for dinner (as we've had since moving in on 7/20). So, during the day Greg and I mulled over what to create with what we already have (which wasn't much of anything) and remembered that we have canned chicken, and decided to make chicken dip, kinda like crab dip but with chicken, and to also try to make it similar to that of Bill Bateman's. Surprisingly, it turned out pretty good! All I had to buy was the cream cheese and baguettes. But, while at the store, I bought more items (grapes, lunch items, and dinner for tonight). I spent $21. Greg and I are trying to spend as little money as possible until we have enough for the condo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After The King of Queens, I took my shower and hung out in the bedroom until Top Chef came on. The episodes just aren't as exciting as last season. There's no Marcel-isk character; albeit, Joey and 'Bulldog' are close competitors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to why this day is strange (to me)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a position open within the company (formal email was sent out last night to the team). The position is 'Team Leader' and the duties aren't much more than the work that I am currently doing. I thought it over for a few minutes and decided that I wasn't going to apply for a few reasons; 1. Even though I've been here for a while, I still feel that I am 'new' since I was hired on in May; 2. Don't know if my attention span is reliable enough to do the job to my work ethic standards; and 3. Now that I have a baby, I don't know how reliable I will be (mainly if I have to miss work due to not having anyone to watch Amelia). I feel those are pretty reasonable reasons, right? Well, this morning as I was sitting at my desk reading my usual news and whatnot, I was approached by a co-worker, who isn't a CSR, enquiring if I was going to apply for the position. I had told that I hadn't planned on it and she began to urge me to submit my resume in a very suggestive manor. So, I am wondering if 'they' are hoping that I apply because 'they' feel that I am capable of the job. I wonder if there is a pay increase. In the mean time, I've been working on my resume and waiting for the perfect moment to talk to my supervisor and ask a few questions... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this afternoon I learned that I have won a $50 Visa gift card!!! I forgot about a contest that we were running at work, and I came in second place! Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what's so strange about all of this? Well, it's strange because positive things are occurring and... and... I'm not used to this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-1433260735256291635?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/1433260735256291635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=1433260735256291635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/1433260735256291635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/1433260735256291635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/08/strange-day.html' title='Strange Day'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-7140980182011543712</id><published>2007-08-01T17:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T17:01:36.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mdman3219/963907018/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1061/963907018_d29f440321_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mdman3219/963907018/"&gt;DSC04729&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mdman3219/"&gt;mdman3219&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;How can you not fall in love with this face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg finally uploaded his pictures. Check them out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-7140980182011543712?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/7140980182011543712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=7140980182011543712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/7140980182011543712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/7140980182011543712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/08/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1061/963907018_d29f440321_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-4611488482413842373</id><published>2007-08-01T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T14:57:04.496-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>... It's only Wednesday...</title><content type='html'>Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like this day is going in reverse rather than forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oy! It's only 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been debating on whether to call my cousin or not. I want to ask her if she has a swing for her baby, and if not I want to give her our swing since Amelia has 'out grown' it (in terms of interest). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgot what I was going to write about. I swear it was something interesting, but since the thought entered my mind have since gotten up to get a hot cup of coca (it's my version of coffee) and returned to my desk and completely forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, if it was important it will come back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, check out &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brooklyn_museum/tags/mueck/"&gt;these pictures&lt;/a&gt;. Ron Meuck is the artist and he create larger than life (or itty bitty) sculptures. Rather fascinating. I hope there will be another exhibit in DC soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-4611488482413842373?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/4611488482413842373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=4611488482413842373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/4611488482413842373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/4611488482413842373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-only-wednesday.html' title='... It&apos;s only Wednesday...'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-2932622780188880871</id><published>2007-08-01T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T14:58:12.358-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>Discussion - Current survey on site</title><content type='html'>So, you may have noticed that I placed a new poll on the page. I am eager to see what answers I receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the reason I am asking is because I am curious as to how people feel if they're up for 'review', whether it be for a job or to move into a new location, and gage on what they expect to be judged upon for acceptance. Personally, I feel character and reputation are more important than background and credit. We've all made poor choices in our early twenties that have affected our credit or background, but those choices that we made builds character to who we are today, right? So far, I've only received two votes (at the time of this writing) and they both feel that background and credit are of more value (to them) than character and reputation. I would to invite those who vote to leave a comment as to why to why they choose what they did (you can remain anonymous).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-2932622780188880871?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/2932622780188880871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=2932622780188880871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/2932622780188880871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/2932622780188880871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/08/discussion-current-survey-on-site.html' title='Discussion - Current survey on site'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-167967834073469473</id><published>2007-08-01T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T14:04:00.041-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizzes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tests'/><title type='text'>Good To Know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/cadaver-calculator" style="color: #fff; text-decoration: none; display: block; width: 395px; height: 184px; padding-top: 121px; background: url(http://mingle2.com/img/bb/body_worth/badge.jpg) no-repeat; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;$5175.00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;The Cadaver Calculator - Find out how much your body is worth. From Mingle2 - Free Online Dating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mingle&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; - &lt;a href="http://mingle2.com"&gt;Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I can get a payment advance...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-167967834073469473?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/167967834073469473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=167967834073469473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/167967834073469473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/167967834073469473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/08/good-to-know.html' title='Good To Know...'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-3757418738412078196</id><published>2007-07-31T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T17:15:15.584-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Re: Work Drama</title><content type='html'>So, it looks like the 'research' on the project has proved to be 'false' and someone was fired (not me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-3757418738412078196?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/3757418738412078196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=3757418738412078196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/3757418738412078196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/3757418738412078196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/re-work-drama.html' title='Re: Work Drama'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-3081135691297810058</id><published>2007-07-31T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T15:50:24.226-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Work Drama</title><content type='html'>Last week I began working on a new project. It's a simple project that involves me review accounts that were rejected at enrollment. No biggie. So, I've been working on it on and off, not paying too much attention to the details until yesterday. Yesterday I began to notice a pattern. This morning, the pattern continued and I began to notate the pattern and had planned on bringing it to the attention of someone once I had complied enough information to share. But, before I could complete my 'research' of this pattern I shared what I thought what was going on before I could prove my theory. So, for a majority of the day, I've been researching additional accounts (not including specific accounts that were enrolled by a specific Rep number) to see if my theory is correct. Hence, the reason for the late entry today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more drama than the above at work, but I can not write about it at this time. Maybe within a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside some all of the above, all is well. I've talked to Mom and Amelia is doing fine. Very chatty and full of wiggles and giggles. Although, Amelia has taught herself how to laugh while breathing in, or inhaling, rather than learning to laugh while exhaling. I've asked Mom to correct this habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oy! there is so much drama going in my life write now; I could so totally write a column about it in a local paper. If only I had an interesting writing style then maybe I would. Let's just say living with future in-laws is full of entertainment, some funny and some not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any event, I'm going to return to my project. Have a fun Tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-3081135691297810058?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/3081135691297810058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=3081135691297810058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/3081135691297810058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/3081135691297810058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/work-drama.html' title='Work Drama'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-129751222589132880</id><published>2007-07-30T15:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T15:03:00.178-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>All-In-One</title><content type='html'>My cousin sent the following email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, I just wanted to shoot everyone an email since today is my due date and I'm still carrying my little one around in my belly!!  If she doesn't come by then, Friday August 3 at 6:00am I go to civista to be induced.  I'm hoping she'll come on her own, but excited to finally have a day!! As of friday I'm dilated 2cm maybe more by now, hopefully.  My last day of work will probably be tomorrow or half a day wednesday 8/1  you can email me at home at ******33@yahoo.com since I won't be able to check this email from home.  :)  Feel free to come by the house or hospital, I hope you do, my cell number (for those who don't have it) is 301-***-**** and the home number is 301-***-****.  Well hope to talk talk/see all of you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I'm so excited!! I hope she has her baby by this weekend, because Greg and I are going down to Mom's to visit Amelia (since my Mom is going to watch her for an extra week so Greg and I can save more money for the move) and to give Mom a break from watching her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg has taken 2 days off of work, the 16th and 17th of August, for the move. I've only taken the 16th off since I missed two days last week. Oy! Can't believe we finally found a place and that Greg and I will have our own place in two weeks. It's exciting and scary at the same time. Who would have thought that nearly 2 years, to the date (Aug 20, 2005 is when we first met), after Greg and I met that we would have a baby and be living together, much less talking about marriage. It's almost a fairy tale story; sorta. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;a href="http://health.yahoo.com/experts/menlovesex/52666/whats-your-mans-fighting-style"&gt;read an interesting article&lt;/a&gt; on Y! about men's fighting style for relationships. I sent Greg the article and told him which two styles I think he falls under. It's definitly something worth talking about with your significant other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've actually been working today; believe it or not! I started this post nearly 3 hours ago and I'm just about to end it. I've become slightly bored with the internet these last few weeks. There just isn't anything to hook myself into anymore. I've thought about bringing a book to work or maybe start knitting again. Just something else than waiting for something exciting to happen on the interwebnet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-129751222589132880?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/129751222589132880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=129751222589132880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/129751222589132880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/129751222589132880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-in-one.html' title='All-In-One'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-373000777030173281</id><published>2007-07-30T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T12:30:51.922-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Weekend in Review</title><content type='html'>This weekend was uneventful, at the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Greg and I signed the lease at the condo and put a deposit down on the place. We looked at the bathrooms, since they are being completely re-done, and they look great! The only downside to the new bathrooms is that Greg and I can't do the theme that we wanted to do, which was a tropical theme. The tile work is a dark brown and just wouldn't work. But, aside from this, Greg and I are excited about the condo, though not trying to get too excited (since we were crushed before).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we signed the lease, we stopped by the townhouse to get a few things and to help clean it out (though we didn't do a lot of cleaning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of Saturday was pretty uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was pretty much the same, minus the signing of the lease and visiting the townhouse. Although, we did do a little window shopping in Target. We didn't make it past the kitchen items. I was trying to sign up with Target, like create a wedding registry, but Greg wouldn't let me. He felt that we could get in trouble. LOL, yeah, like no one else has every done that before (create a fake registry). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. This weekend was pretty dull.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-373000777030173281?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/373000777030173281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=373000777030173281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/373000777030173281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/373000777030173281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/weekend-in-review.html' title='Weekend in Review'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-360177180907482632</id><published>2007-07-27T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T16:01:21.787-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>The Day That Never (feels like it) Ends!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so I am totally not in the mood to work whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I have been chatting back and forth about what we're going to do this weekend and about the condo. So far, this is the plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Sleep in as late as possible. Then, at 3pm we meet the condo guy, sign the paper work, give some money and try to contain our excitment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that; no plan at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I've been money crunching with numbers. Since we're paying the pro-rated rent when we sign on Saturday (well, just under the total amount), we need the security deposit when we move in. Also, we still need to pay rent to his Mom, but it's only going to be half since we're moving out on the 17th of Aug. But, I also have to pay my cell phone, which is past due, and then my car payment and insurance before we move in. I think we're going to be able to make it. It helps that Mom is watching Amelia all of next week! Greg and I have got to do something nice for Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, other than that I haven't done much today. I did work, a little, on my projects (at least there isn't a 'due by' date on them) and I've already enrolled 10 new customers today (which a lot since we're so slow) and did the email thing with Denise and my Grandma. Oh, and to top it off, played some DD. I'm sure I'm not suppose to be playing this while at work, but my argument is how is it any different than reading or working on a puzzle book? I have the volume off and such, so it's not interrupting anyone and as soon as I get a call I put the DS down and focus my attention on the call. So, they can't say that the game is lowering my quality of call (especially since my score is averaging around 98%, which exceeds expectations).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, two more hours to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-360177180907482632?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/360177180907482632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=360177180907482632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/360177180907482632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/360177180907482632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-that-never-feels-like-it-ends.html' title='The Day That Never (feels like it) Ends!'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-7256335229497473897</id><published>2007-07-27T10:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T10:35:50.834-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>WE GOT IT!!!!</title><content type='html'>Around 9:30am, I received a phone call from the condo guy to tell us that Greg and I were chosen as the new tenants!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREG AND I HAVE FOUND A PLACE TO LIVE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had butterflies in my stomach all morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I got off the phone with condo guy, I called Greg but he didn't answer. So, I called Mom and played it like we didn't get the place. So, when I told her that we did, she let out her excitment, which scared Amelia into a screaming fit! LOL It was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I called Greg again, and he didn't answer! WTF!!! So, then I called my brother, Sean, and told him and he was happy, though busy at the pet store (he's babysitting some kittens for a friend and has to bottle feed them or something). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third time is the charm, because I  &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; got a hold of Greg!!! And, I tried to play it off like I did with Mom, but I wasn't as sucessful. Greg is excited but a little concerned. But, excited nonetheless!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! We &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; have a place to ourselves!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-7256335229497473897?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/7256335229497473897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=7256335229497473897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/7256335229497473897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/7256335229497473897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-got-it.html' title='WE GOT IT!!!!'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-6034879028899940694</id><published>2007-07-26T19:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T19:54:41.800-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>bbblllaaahhh</title><content type='html'>Ugh. What a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I called the auto repair shop to set up my drop off, then I call the car rental place to set up a pick up time. After the phone calls, I start the laundry because Mom is watching Amelia until the first weekend of Aug.!! Yay Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I head out around 10:45am and I don't return until 7:15pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The estimate to repair my car is $3650.00!!!! Thank goodness for insurance, except my deductible is $500!!!! There goes my savings. bbbblllaaahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next step was to pick up my rental. When I arrived at the place, first they told me that they didn't have my reservation. The dude I spoke with misunderstood my last name, figures. Then, the car wasn't even ready and they asked me to come back later! WTF!! They told me it would be ready around noon, and I showed up at 12:15 and they didn't have it. Bbbblllllaaaahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Sean and I went to Cactus Willies for lunch. Sean hasn't eatin since he moved out (why? because Greg and I did all the grocery shopping and cooking when we lived at the townhouse). Amelia was a hoot at the restaurant. She was chatting and shrieking and being very loud, but not in the screaming her head off way. She was such a good girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, Sean and I go back to the car rental place and the car is finally ready, though not the one I reserved! I am now driving an exciting Chevy Cobalt. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's 1:45 and I call Mom to let her know that I am now heading down to Waldorf. Traffic on 301 was notorious! bbbblllllaaaaahhhh So, I skipped 301 and got onto 214 and headed south on 95 to 5 and then back to 301. I made it to Waldorf a little after 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Mom at Burlington, then we headed to Chipolte (my first time there, as well as Mom's) for a lunch (though, we really went there because we both had to pee). The food was great, the wait wasn't and Amelia became angry and cried every time she saw Mom. Then, I fed her some carrots and she was happy again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Chiplote, we headed over to Kinko's so Mom could print some of her Vegas Extravaganza pictures (and make a cd so I can put them online for her). We were there for ever because the kiosk ran out of ribbon and paper and the Kinko's Guy didn't know how to replace it. bbbllllaaahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, around 5:30, we part our ways. She heads south and I north. Traffic was ok up until Crofton. On the way home, I called Greg to see if he wanted to do anything for dinner and he said he wasn't hungry because he ate a late lunch. So, I asked him to order me a pizza and I'll pick it up. Well, I arrived before the pizza was ready, so I hung out for about 10 minutes at Greg's job. When I talked to Greg on the phone, he estimated that he would be done around 6:30, which was the time I would be in the area. But, even though his 'job; was done, he was still hanging out at the office collecting things for his Sim City game. Did he want to leave work? No. So, I became mad and left, which was at 6:45. I picked up my pizza and headed home. I stopped and got gas for the stupid gas hog and walked into the apartment at 7:15pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day in a nut shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still feeling pissed at Greg for, lack of a better description of what I am feeling, choosing his game over coming home with me. It's now 7:50 as I type and he hasn't called nor is he home. He'll probably walk in the door and start playing Sim City and maybe say a few words to me, which is fine because I'm not feeling very sociable right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbbbbllllaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-6034879028899940694?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/6034879028899940694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=6034879028899940694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/6034879028899940694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/6034879028899940694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/bbblllaaahhh.html' title='bbblllaaahhh'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-6927297132486680672</id><published>2007-07-25T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T17:50:40.298-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>12 Days</title><content type='html'>I was 12 days shy of owning my car for 2 whole months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was in a car accident. It was a minor accident. Amelia and I are fine, no injuries or anything. Amelia didn't even cry or make a sound when the accident occured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was leaving the Farmer's Market in Glen Burnie. I was at a light (which was red for me) and was going to make a right turn onto the rd. I looked to my left and saw a car coming that had their turn signal on, to which I assumed they were going to turn into the parking lot I was coming out of. I was wrong, and as I pulled out, they hit me. The impact wasn't nearly as bad as a previous accident on 09.09.99 that I was involved in. My air bags didn't even open. But, since she had the green light and I had the red, I am found to be at fault, which I knew I was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-6927297132486680672?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/6927297132486680672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=6927297132486680672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/6927297132486680672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/6927297132486680672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/12-days.html' title='12 Days'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-3860268413048070443</id><published>2007-07-24T16:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T16:26:10.834-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Because I am bored...</title><content type='html'>I have been following my Mom's &lt;a href="http://flightaware.com/live/flight/AWE83"&gt;flight&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually rather facinating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new addiction for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-3860268413048070443?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/3860268413048070443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=3860268413048070443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/3860268413048070443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/3860268413048070443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/because-i-am-bored.html' title='Because I am bored...'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-184351191207137638</id><published>2007-07-24T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T13:37:41.645-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>General Discussion</title><content type='html'>This post is going to be about everything in General. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Greg and I had a little scare with Amelia. After we fed her, we put her to bed and she pretty much rolled over onto her stomach to go to sleep. Something she's been doing for months now. Well, last night, apparently she threw up her bottle and nearly 'drowned' in it. I don't know how to explain it, but from what I am guessing, she threw up a large puddle and, for some reason, couldn't or wouldn't move her face out of the puddle and began to 'breathe' the liquid in the puddle. Eventually, she let out this huge scream and Greg went into the bedroom and found Amelia screaming and spit up all over her face and up her nose. It took a while to calm her down and for her to fall back asleep (to which I laid her on my chest/stomach and eventually she stopped crying and fell asleep on me. I am going to assume it was hearing my heart beating and steady breathing that relaxed her). On another note, Amelia tried carrots last night and loved them! She actually swallowed more carrot than she 'gerbered' out. Greg and I were amazed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg's neck/shoulder is still bothering him. Last night was probably the worst. Since he stopped by the townhouse on the way home last night, I told him to get the heating pad from the closet and bring it home. I bet he's thankful that he listened to me, because last night, when we were all home and relaxing in bed, I was able to 'pop' his entire back and shoulder. Then I showed him a few stretches I learned while working at the physical therapy clinic, to which he was able to 'pop' a few more places. In the end, his shoulder was much better, but his neck was still tight. This morning, I offered to try and 'pop' his back some more, before work, but he felt so guilty if he accepted. Greg feels that his pain is imposing on my happiness! I told him that if that were true then I wouldn't offer to help him. He's so silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom returns from her Vegas Extravaganza tonight. She hasn't told me if she's won any money or not, but I haven't really asked. I really hope she has, though. Mom had a great time at the Grand Canyon and other places that she's visited. I can't wait to see the pictures from her trip. I will more than likely upload them for her and such, to which I will also post on my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg is ready to move out. He's already stressing over the crowdedness of the place; though I don't really have any issues with being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent an email to the condo guy to 1. follow-up on our application, and 2. to pass along a message from the current townhouse owner to him. The message was only to ask him to call again; apparently the number left in her voicemail was a incorrect number. I am still crossing my fingers about this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I had my appointment with WIC. These appointments are rather interesting, though I've only been to two so far. Today, we learned about grains. Yeah, all about grains. And, the person who was instructing the class was way too energetic for the 8:30am appointment. She was hella loud and wanted 'class participation', to which she got very little. But, I did get a nifty bowl, a cookbook, and some 'money' to spend at the farmers market. So, tomorrow my brother and I are going to attend the farmers market in Glen Burnie. After the farmers market, I am going to head to work, with Amelia, to stop by and then head down to see Mom, that is if she's still planning on watching Amelia for a few days. Greg and I are hoping she does because we would love to go to the movies. Greg is itching to see The Simpsons Movie and Harry Potter (maybe on the Harry Potter). I would like to see Hairspray because I loved the Rikki Lake version, although it's a little disappointing that the movie wasn't filmed in Baltimore, MD like the original version. But, at the same time, Greg and I shouldn't be spending money that we need to be saving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been having some very strange dreams. These dreams involve someone that I've never met, in person, but I know of. For the last two nights in a row I had a dream that involved Greg's ex-fiancee. Basically, the dream involved us being at a party/house event and we both knew that we were there, yet we kept ignoring each other; even though we had a mutual friend (that wasn't Greg). It was just strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been given another 'project' and I guess I should start working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-184351191207137638?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/184351191207137638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=184351191207137638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/184351191207137638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/184351191207137638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/general-discussion.html' title='General Discussion'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-7386205691952938395</id><published>2007-07-23T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T12:36:22.335-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Memory Book - Photos</title><content type='html'>Thank goodness for lunch hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so here are some of the pictures I printed for the Memory Book that I am working on. I am planning on making a page for each significant outting or holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First, we have our first trip to Catoctin State Park and Cunningham Falls:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79/467820750/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/467820750_41bdf41cfa_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="The changing of the diaper" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79/467837327/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/200/467837327_f8cdc9830a_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="The 3 of us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79/467817668/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/224/467817668_44a616aa56_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Catoctin Falls" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79/467829579/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/212/467829579_955180827d_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Cunningham Falls" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79/467812686/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/197/467812686_563d78ee90_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Cunningham Falls" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79/467811872/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/195/467811872_f4440a48a2_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Park 291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79/467808542/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/467808542_99a2edfa80_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Park 278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79/467806458/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/467806458_3117997fbf_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Park 272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Father's Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79/561314246/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1072/561314246_9d8fde7e32_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Father's Day weekend 065" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79/561745419/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1072/561745419_30fb0bcd56_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Father's Day weekend 050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79/561745181/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1011/561745181_fca5ed1b87_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Father's Day weekend 049" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79/561313988/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1296/561313988_e42846728a_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Father's Day weekend 063" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother's Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79/497132567/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/230/497132567_39b70a0ce8_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Mothers Day 2007" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79/497102556/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/213/497102556_8da5b73ecd_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Mothers Day 2007" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79/497101494/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/189/497101494_97e4fe5018_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Mothers Day 2007" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79/497130021/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/203/497130021_543d339c8b_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Mothers Day 2007" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79/497100688/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/210/497100688_302fc22dfb_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Mothers Day 2007" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79/497128737/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/497128737_41d2c401d6_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Mothers Day 2007" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Easter:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79/453184180/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/223/453184180_e3378b4e34_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Easter 2007" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79/453201191/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/241/453201191_f394e0261b_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Easter 2007" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79/453181466/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/226/453181466_c9dc4381a7_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Easter 2007" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79/453197775/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/193/453197775_3b89e17822_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Easter 2007" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the pictures above are pretty much the pictures that I am working with. There are more that I've ordered, but they are just random pictures to create a collage, so to speak. As always, you can see all of these pictures on my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79/sets/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you think? Have any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Notice anything simular between Mother's Day photo's and the trup to Catcotin Park? I tend to take pictures of trail/paths. I like the perspective it leaves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-7386205691952938395?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/7386205691952938395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=7386205691952938395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/7386205691952938395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/7386205691952938395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/memory-book-photos.html' title='Memory Book - Photos'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/467820750_41bdf41cfa_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-29111135321015930</id><published>2007-07-23T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T11:44:29.098-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Monday - Finally!!</title><content type='html'>Wow, that was one slow yet fast weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was my 10 year high school reunion and I completely forgot about it. At least I didn't buy tickets. Yet, I still can't believe I forgot all about it. Oh well, apparently there was a good turn out and they plan on hosting another in 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, was a long day. Greg and I didn't even leave the apartment until 1:30. Greg had a nasty headache and wasn't motivated to do anything and I don't blame him. So, we arrive at the townhouse around 2 and begin the clean. I swept the floors and Greg, more or less, picked up trash and kept Amelia occupied. Then, I tackled the kitchen, which was the worse of all rooms; and by 4pm, I had made significant headway, You could see the counter tops! In fact, I had cleaned the counter tops, stove top (Greg cooked spaghetti one night last week and made a complete mess), and the refrigerator. Yeah, and it nearly took me an hour to do all that. Sean and Aaron didn't arrive until 3:30ish and by then Greg and I were ready to go, we wanted to go to Costco's before they closed (since they have the worst business hours on the weekend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I did rather well, shopping wise, at Costco's. Plus, it helped that we had a lot of coupons to use; we saved $15!! We got all the items we went for and a few extras (shampoo and toothbrushes). All in all, I spent $57. I think I did well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Costco's, we headed 'home' (a.k.a. Greg's Room). Pat was there, to our surprise, so it was a full house! Amelia went to bed around 7pm and then we just hung out for the rest of the night. Around 10:30, Greg and I head to our room to chat and play a little DD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom called yesterday afternoon and told me that she's heading out to the Grand Canyon. I asked what hotel they're staying at and she said the Stratosphere and is having a great time! I can't wait to see the pictures. Also, I'm envious that she's actually on a trip! It's been nearly 10 years (Aug 1998) since I've been on an airplane and went on an actual vacation. Greg says we're going to take a vacation as soon as we find a place to live. I'm crossing my fingers that day happens soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little weird staying with Greg's family. I know these people are going to be my future in-laws (mother-in law and brothers-in law), but it's still weird. But, I am thankful that I get along with all of them and they seem to like me. Greg's Mom came into our room yesterday afternoon as I was laying on the bed with Amelia, with an arms full of lotions and perfumes that she's received over the years as gifts. She gave them all to me. Some of them are expensive lotions (such as Mary-Kay), but there is more than I'll ever use, much less need. So, when I see Mom, I'm going to give her some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, adjusting to another bed is wreaking havoc on my body. Granted, the bed is huge (a king) and extremely comfortable; but my body is used to the broken mattress that I've slept on for nearly 5 years. My body isn't used to this luxury! And, apparently, nor is Greg. His poor shoulders and neck have been bothering. For the last two nights, I have been able to 'pop' his back when I kneed into it, to which he says helped a lot. I then suggest he visit a chiropractor, since I am considering returning to the one I used to see, Dr. Todd Fare, since my shoulder and hip are acting up again (though more the shoulder and the hip is something different than what it used to be; I think giving birth to Amelia pushed the joint out of socket a little).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg just called me (11:25am) because he's bored (he's working from a different shop today) and he's done all his work. So, I suggested a few things for him to do, since he doesn't have Internet access; 1. Think of ways to propose to me; 2. Think of places that we can now travel to on the weekends; 3. Think of ways to propose to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, he's going to think of a place that we can go this weekend. I suggested another State Park, the reason being that earlier this year when Greg and I went to Catocin State Park and Cunningham Falls, we decided that every month we were going to visit a different state park; we haven't been to a park since April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am going to work on my other post (my Memory Book for Amelia; going to share the photo's I selected to create pages for - to get an opinion and any suggestions from anyone out there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a new week in a new place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-29111135321015930?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/29111135321015930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=29111135321015930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/29111135321015930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/29111135321015930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/monday-finally.html' title='Monday - Finally!!'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-6958326578445551452</id><published>2007-07-21T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T15:37:23.672-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The worst is over...</title><content type='html'>... I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did it, mostly. Greg and I have pretty much moved everything out of the townhouse and into storage or his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I can't believe it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I received a phone call from my brother and girlfriend, Michele, that the condo guy called them both to ask about Greg and I!!! So, at least we know he's checking on the references we provided. Now, we just wait for their answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to the move:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was slow and fast at the same time. Mom came up because she left for her Vegas Extravaganza this morning. I took her to the hotel last night where she met up with her friend Madeline and someone else. I hung out for a few minuets because Tracey was there as well. Tracey and I pretty much grew up together since Mom and Madeline worked together. Then, when Mom left the job, we kinda lost touch through out the years, but would get together every now and then. Tracey is going to school to become a pharmacist! Girl is smart as a whip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I can tell this entry is going to be all over the place. I am so mentally exhausted. Hope you can figure out the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before I went home, I stopped at Sean's new place, where Mom was. As soon as Amelia saw Mom, she screamed bloody murder and continued for the whole night each time Mom tried to hold Amelia. Amelia just wasn't having it. Hope Mom didn't take it personally so that she will still watch Amelia next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I drove Mom to the old townhouse where we hung out and such. Later, around 9pm, I take Mom to the hotel where she's meeting Madeline and others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrive back to the old townhouse around 10:30 and Greg and I pack up the essentials and head to his place, where I slept. But, before we went to bed, I went through Greg's things; mainly his old photos. I saw pictures of his first girlfriend, E and his last girlfriend, L. Greg has changed a lot over the years. Now a days, he looks older and mature. It was weird and interesting to go through that bag, all of which he's throwing away (and why he let me look through them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Saturday, was exhausting. We don't wake up until 10am and head out to the townhouse a little after 11. We spent the whole afternoon loading the U-Haul and then unloading the U-Haul. It took us about 5.5 hours to complete &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; of our work. There are a few things we need to get for 'my new place', a.k.a Greg's Room and general cleaning, but other than that we're done. And, I must say it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I type, it's close to 9pm. I have my second load of laundry running in the washer, first load is in the dryer; Amelia has &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; fallen asleep, boy was she resilient about falling asleep; eating a light snack of popcorn; and looking forward to my shower tonight. I was so ready to fall asleep around 7:30, while we were watching Finding Nemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, when Sean called me this afternoon (one of many conversations), he told me that a person called about a condo that Greg and I had applied for. Sean didn't mention to the guy that we're related (which Sean kept saying he didn't know why he didn't mention it) and I asked Sean what type of questions the guy asked (since I did list Sean on the application as a reference and informed the condo guy that Sean was a co-tenant) and Sean said that he asked if we were responsible and if Sean had anything to say that would suggest the condo guy to not let us move in. Sean replied with "nothing comes to my mind at the moment; oh wait, their not too keen on yard work and tend to kill plants" and the condo guy replied (along these lines) "Oh, well that doesn't matter since the unit is a condo". So, I guess that is good. Then, later in the day, my friend Michele called and pretty much told me the same thing that Sean did (how did we meet, how long have we known each other, etc). At least we know the condo guy is working on our application... now we just wait for an answer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-6958326578445551452?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/6958326578445551452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=6958326578445551452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/6958326578445551452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/6958326578445551452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/worst-is-over.html' title='The worst is over...'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-5708244362868249510</id><published>2007-07-20T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T17:49:06.595-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>All Gone and Then Some</title><content type='html'>Today is payday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, my money is all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MADE MY FIRST CAR PAYMENT LAST NIGHT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; adult right now, it's freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I made the car payment, I headed over to my credit card site to make their payment, but the system was down. Though, I did learn that they gave me a $100 credit increase! Hot damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had an interesting chat with an old friend, Ed. Ed and I met in 2004. We met online and hung out on a simi-regular basis. I haven't seen Ed since June of 06, when he helped me clean my apartment before I moved to where I am leaving from this weekend. Ed and I did the "FWB" thing a few times, so all was good. I, at one point in time, did start to develop a 'crush' on Ed, but after I learned that he had feelings for another women (and has had feelings for her for over ten years), I knew that there wouldn't be anything more between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Ed wrote a few interesting things last night on Y! Messenger that has got me wondering; here are a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said: Jessica (11:55 PM): yeah, I didn’t take it personally or anything. No hard feelings, I promise&lt;br /&gt;Ed said: ********_evil (11:56 PM): I know- you’re so sweet, thats why I liked being with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... he liked being with me? I knew we got a long pretty well, though we never went out; we just hung out in my apartment and chatted and 'whatnot'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he stated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******_evil (12:09 AM): looks like you lost more weight in your pic- looking good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed found me on MySpace, though never added me as friend (until last night), so who knows how long he's been checking me out. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in conclusion he wrote (as we were saying good night):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********_evil (12:31 AM): bye, Jess- LOVE YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, from my past experience with guys, when it's the platonic 'love', they spell it as LUV, right? So, here we see Ed spelling it as LOVE... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not reading into anything that isn't there (or I least I don't think it's there), don't get me wrong. But, I just thought it was interesting. Once Ed and I said our good byes, I went upstairs and told Greg about the conversation and he said that it sounded like Ed wants something that he can't have, being well aware that I am in a relationship. I guess that is possibly true, I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was probably around midnight when I went to bed last night and I was some how awake and packing up my room by 7am. I was rudely awoken around 6:40 by my brother who was doing something with the hallway closet door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Sean and I pretty much packed up the kitchen. We fought over the pots and pans because we both brought in a new set (I had received a nice set from my Grandma as a Christmas present and Sean said he bought a new set not too long before we moved in) when we moved. I stated one set was mine and he said it was his. Finally, I got the set that I stated as mine and he's taking the other set to Good Will and then he's going to buy his own new set. Then, we went through the dishes, which were all mine, except for a few bowls that he didn't want. We're donating a lot of things to Good Will, such as a dresser, entertainment unit, kitchen items and some of Amelia's clothes that are too small. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the kitchen, I headed up stairs to start there as well, but ended up laying on the bed with Greg watching Hackers and playing DD (to which I later went down stairs once I realized that I had forgotten to make my credit card payment and then ended up talking with Ed for a about a half hour).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Update*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't quite finish the entry when I posted it. I became busy and didn't want to leave everyone hanging for something to read from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any event, it's now the last hour of the work day (5:00pm est) and I've talked to Greg, Sean, and my Mom a few times. Greg is working at a different shop today and is hella bored and not motivated to work; he should be heading to the townhouse as I type. Sean, went to the Good Will and dropped off some items and then had to wait until 5 pm to even start moving items into his new place; in the meantime, he and Aaron took apart the couch (which is a huge sectional with a queen size sofa and a recliner all built in and weighs 12 tons, little exaggeration) and loaded that into the u-haul. Mom, when I last talked to her, was on her way to Sean's new place (though stuck in traffic in Crofton); to which I gave her general directions to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I've been here, at work, answering so many phone calls since I am the only person in the queue. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been debating on whether or not to send an email to the condo guy to check on the status of our application, but I am too nervous because I fear another rejection. But, I am trying to be opptomistic and keep saying to myself "No news is good news", that is until I do get 'the news'. Greg seems to be handling this 'waiting' rather well, but he's more focused on the move than I am, or so it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's flight to Vegas leaves at like 6am tomorrow. She and her friends are renting a hotel room tonight so they can arrive to the airport at the same time. Mom is returning home on Tuesday, the 24th, at like 8pm. Greg and I have volunteered to pick Mom up from the airport (like he would pass on an opportunity to hang out at BWI)and take her to her car so she can head home. Then, on Wednesday, since I have the day off, I am going to take Amelia down to mom's so she can watch her and give Greg and I a break (of paying for the babysitter). I am very thankful that Mom hasn't gone back to work because without her help in watching Amelia, I have no idea what I would have done those few times we needed a babysitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the full plan is tonight with where we're sleeping and what not. I believe, that I am going to spend the night at Greg's and start doing laundry and stuff, after we load up our cars and the truck, and then on Saturday go back to the townhouse to get the last of anything and finial cleaning. Ugh, this weekend might be hell. But, at least when Greg and I are ready to move out, as soon as we find a place, there won't be as much work. I hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck that we're going to hear back from the condo guy and he's going to say "So, when do you three want to sign the lease and move in?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-5708244362868249510?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/5708244362868249510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=5708244362868249510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/5708244362868249510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/5708244362868249510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-gone-plus-more.html' title='All Gone and Then Some'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-4540348913964746187</id><published>2007-07-19T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T15:37:55.181-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ralston Social Club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer Plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>155 part two (A.K.A 156)</title><content type='html'>Summar Plans!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to Ocean City, MD since May 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this afternoon, Greg forwards me an &lt;a href="http://www.evite.com"&gt;evite&lt;/a&gt; that he received from Brooke, informing us that we have been invited to *drum roll please...* &lt;strong&gt;The RSC Ocean City 2007 Put Put Invitational !! !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Deatils include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This tourney features four elite and tawdry put put courses- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.planetmaze.com/golf.html"&gt;Lost Galaxy Golf&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oldprogolf.com/dinosaurs.html"&gt;Dinosaurs! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.oldprogolf.com/lostempire.html"&gt;Temple of Dragons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    and, finally, the true Mini-Golf Afficionados delight- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vikinggolfamusements.com/mini-golf.php"&gt;Viking Golf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participants shall meet at the Ralston Social Club at noon, where carpooling shall be arranged.  The registration fee is $30 per person *covers golf admission as well as bus fare for the day* plus chipping in for gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the closing of the tourney, the winner shall receive free drinks on the participants for dinner and the rest of our stay at Ocean City *within reason, drunkies* and, of course, a shiney plaque.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tournement is set for early September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only played put put golf once in my life; when Greg and I returned from our Atlantic City trip in March of 06 (a birthday getaway). The weather was awesome that night! so warm for a March night. We even did a little batting practice. I've told Greg that I wanted to go back, for the batting cages, but we've never made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, even though I am not too keen on put put gold (short attention span), I am excited about this get together! I can't wait to talk to Greg about it tonight, as well as the O's game get together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-4540348913964746187?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/4540348913964746187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=4540348913964746187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/4540348913964746187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/4540348913964746187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/155-part-two-aka-156.html' title='155 part two (A.K.A 156)'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-8625015365588063227</id><published>2007-07-19T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T15:38:24.310-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='group outtings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>155</title><content type='html'>What does 155 mean? Well, this would be my 155th post here. I have 117 on &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/frye79"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been unique. I haven't been at my desk much of the day, and here is why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get in at 9am. Yummy! Work provided breakfast for all; we have muffins, danishes, bagels, and an assortment of fresh fruit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;At 10:22am, we have our quarterly 'Town Hall' meeting. Very interesting meeting; learned about the company's raises (like when they're suppose to happen), products the company is going to try to gain new customers, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Return to my desk at 12:15pm and immediately go on my lunch break (after my potty break). And, lunch was provided by Work, and catered by Macaroni Grill. I have the chicken and pasta with a Caesar salad. Yummy in my tummy. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's what I've been up to this morning, in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Greg and I went to the storage place and unloaded some items that we've been carrying around in our cars. Afterwards, we went to Denny's for dinner. I just didn't feel like cooking last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was pretty uneventful. We didn't do much of anything. Sean and Aaron have started packing the living room and we began discussing who is taking what and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I talked a bit more last night about things and eventually he told me that he doesn't want to talk about 'it' anymore (I was asking way too many questions about something; nothing about Greg and I and our future). So, I kinda dropped it. I, honestly, just wasn't feeling very chipper last night; if anything I was feeling kinda depressed. I had no real reason that I could my finger on for my depressed feeling though, so that kinda annoyed me. And, if I had to take a stab at what might be the reason, though my conscious mind isn't proving this, it would be that I am homeless come this weekend. I've never not had a place that I was a part of, well since Mom and Van met. This whole Greg and I finding a place to live has really dampened my spirits, I guess (again, can't confirm this 'theory' since my conscious mind isn't really telling me this, or so I don't think) &lt;em&gt;*Mental Note: Never eat chocolate muffines; too messy and sticky*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blaaahhh. I have a wicked headache, still. And can not find my Aleive.. bbbooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, Greg sent me an email informing me to "&lt;em&gt;So mark your calendar. Aug **th. MBC and friends gain 50lbs at the Orioles game. heheheheh. They were most excited about the all you can eat deal."&lt;/em&gt; Earlier this week or sometime last week, Greg told me that the &lt;a href="http://baltimore.orioles.mlb.com/bal/ticketing/specials_lfclub.jsp?affiliateID=edBALayce070207&amp;partnerId=edBALayce070207"&gt;Orioles are hosting "All-You-Can-Eat Left Field Club&lt;/a&gt; for the remainder of the season. The tickets are $35 per person and you can eat all you want on hot dogs, nachos, popcorn, soda, and so much more! Click on the link for more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am done for now. I really can't remember what else I wanted to write about and this headache is really starting to get to me (moving down to my ears and neck now). I want a nap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-8625015365588063227?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/8625015365588063227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=8625015365588063227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/8625015365588063227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/8625015365588063227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/155.html' title='155'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-7020011217324015769</id><published>2007-07-18T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T14:50:11.583-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Wednesday Babble</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday, Momma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my Mom's 48th Birthday. Yeah, she's young (was 19 when she had me). My Grandma is only 67 years old; yeah, no kidding. I called my Mom this morning to wish her a happy birthday and we chatted for a bit. Talked about her Vegas Extravaganza and the birthday presents I gave her last month (Ice Tea Maker, I Love Lucy purse, and digital meat thermometer - all of which she loves) and her plans for the day (nothing special. She was just excited she found a farrier for the horse, Lucy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Pat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Greg's brother, Pat, birthday as well. I believe he's turning 26. Pat is at some training camp in the west, I believe. Pat did call Greg last night and they chatted a bit and Greg was able to wish him a happy birthday (though, he would have forgotten if I hadn't of gone through Greg's calendar at work and marked everyone birthdays for him; what would he do without me?), but the main reason Pat called Greg was to tell him that he left milk in the refrigerator at his old apartment and to see if he could remove it before he had to turn in the keys. Eww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now that the birthday wishes are done, let's continue with our normally scheduled program, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night after work, I headed over to Target to pick up the pictures I ordered on 7/12/07. I was surprised at how well they, mostly, turned out. Some were a little pixel-lated whereas others you couldn't tell if was from a 'normal' camera or digital. So, with my mind on Scrap booking, I decided to look at scrap booking stuff. Oy! So much to choose from! But, I did well and didn't buy anything... until... I walked towards the end of the isle, where they usually place their clearance items and saw what I've been wanting to buy since Amelia was born: A Memory Book; you know, the ones where you save pictures of their first hair cut, first Christmas and Halloween, First day of school, etc. The book was on clearance for..... &lt;strong&gt;$4.98&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Yeah, that's all! So, I &lt;strong&gt;HAD&lt;/strong&gt; to buy it (especially since the cheapest I've seen was about $20 at Babies-R-Us or the Hallmark store). It was a no brainer for me. Then, I walked down some more isles to see if I could find anything interesting for dinner, I didn't, but decided to buy a big jar of nuts. So, I walked out of Target only spending $11.55. I feel special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, while at Target, Amelia was so giddy! She was actually laughing while in the isles! She would laugh every time I went "Boo" to her or would push the cart a little fast and then slow it down. It was so hilarious! I was tempted to call Greg and my Mom so they could hear how much she was laughing, but I couldn't keep a decent cell signal in the store. Then, I thought about recording her laugh to make it my ring tone, but I didn't want the sound of me going "Boo" to be in it. So, I wait a little longer for her to laugh at any and everything. I think it will be very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrive home around 7:30 and take Amelia upstairs into my room and just lay on the bed with her and play. Sean comes in and lays on the bed too and plays with Amelia as well. Amelia licked Sean's nose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 8pm, I put Amelia to bed (it's so cute to watch her rub her eyes...) and head down stairs to make dinner (pork chops, again). Greg arrives at 8:20, he was late (at which I told him he would be and he tried to deny that he would be late). We eat dinner and watch "America's Got Talent". Somewhere between 8:30 and 9:00, Greg goes upstairs, I didn't head up until 9:30. Greg was playing DD when I got to my room and I lied next to him and watched him play and began to give him directions on where to go and who was waiting for their food, etc. He lost. Afterwards, we laid in bed, in the dark, and talked. We did some deep talking. We talked for nearly an hour about a lot of relationship things (mainly his past relationships and the 'warning flags' that he ignored; about his best friend Jeff; and a little about our relationship and our future together). Now, mind you when I went upstairs at 9:30, it was to get a little action, if you know what I mean. So, when we started talking about relationships from the past and many of the other topics (which I won't mention here), by the time I began to change the subject, he wasn't really feeling 'it'. But, me wanting what I wanted I ended up getting it. LOL. It's a little joke that Greg and I have, between us. So, finally around 11:30, we head for sleepyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, this morning, I was late for work. Amelia and Greg were taking their sweet time getting ready! Then, I had to make lunch for Greg and me, which took nearly 20 minutes. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, I'm just writing this because it something to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrive at work about 5 minutes late. I had my Target bag with the pictures and Memory book, as well as my new tags (which I didn't put on last night; what can I say - i was lazy), though I don't know why I brought the tags... oh wait, now I do... because I wanted to bring the registration card before it gets lost in the townhouse... duh. So, as soon as I am at my desk, I share the pictures with my supervisor, who shares them with another co-worker, finally around 10am, she brings them back to my desk and then I begin my Memory Book Extravaganza! It has been interesting and enjoyable. There are so many things I have to wait for, though. But, the book in itself is neat because I can create my own pages and add them to the book, which I think I will do in the near future. So far, the only thing I've created is the Father's Day Page, along with filling out the story of when I found out I was pregnant, her birth information, and things along that nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received the following email from my roommate, Aaron:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-----Original Message-----&lt;br /&gt;From: AARON GREENFIELD [mailto:agreenfield@*********.us] &lt;br /&gt;Sent: Wednesday, July 18, 2007 1:45 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Jessica D&lt;br /&gt;Subject: yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey cool kid. How's your day goin so far. Im ready to go home. do you wanna set off those fire works tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, you must be really bored to be sending me an email!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am feeling pretty energetic at the moment, though I don't' really know why. Maybe it has something to do with the skittles I ate with my lunch, but who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, as for yesterdays post about being focused. Yeah, I failed. I didn't even complete half of the accounts. Meh. Guess I could do it now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will start some work today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-7020011217324015769?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/7020011217324015769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=7020011217324015769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/7020011217324015769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/7020011217324015769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/wednesday-babble.html' title='Wednesday Babble'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-1559416973296400457</id><published>2007-07-17T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T12:56:14.216-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Trying to Focus</title><content type='html'>Work has been a little on the slow side. Don't get me wrong, we've had our moments of extreme busy, but nothing on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to kill time, I've been reading online and such. And, now I am completely distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get my focus back in order. So, this morning I started working on my on-going project. The reason I stopped the project was because after nearly 2 months, I questioned to reason of this project. I never got an answer about whether to continue or not, so I stopped. Recently, like last Friday, I went to check on the grid and there were like 177 new account numbers!! So, I guess they decided to move on with the project and not tell me; this morning I started the tedious task of going through the 200+ accounts, on a idividual level, and so forth. I believe I made it through 40-ish accounts. My goal, for this afternoon, is to complete all the accounts and then to hopefully go back and call the account holders on the ones that were cancelled for the specific reason this whole project began. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we'll see how this goal goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, it is my lunch hour and I'm taking full advantage of it. I'm almost caught up on my email, I did fax the application for the condo and included additional refernces (again, going for the brownie points here), did the email 'chat' thing with Greg this morning, posted a few comments on a few regular blogs I read, and just chilled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Greg was unable to open a storage unit because their credit card machine was down. So, we came home and he cooked dinner while I tended to the bebah, also known as Amelia. Amelia went to bed rather early and easily. Around 7, I was holding her in my lap and she started to rub her eyes, so I placed her against my chest and she began to suck her thumb and lay her head on me. Then, every 5 seconds she would lift her head, let out a sad and pathetic cry and then lay her head back down. All I could do was laugh as she did this over and over. Eventually, I took her upstairs and laid her in the crib thingy and she pretty much went to sleep. Now, around 10:30, she was WIDE AWAKE, like playing and chatting and shrieking as if it were in the morning! This totally confused Greg and I. So, we picked her up, changed her and gave her a small bottle. She was back asleep by 11:15pm and I was too far behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Greg has a huge list of tasks for me! First, he's going up to Security to pick up my tags (I don't know why I thought they would be mailed to me; oh, I know why, because that would make more sense!), then try to open the storage unit, and then stop at Target to pick up the pictures I ordered last week off of Flickr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned how much I like making new friends? I don't think I have, well I do. I've made a new friend! It's a long distance friendship, but should be entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have a few new regular readers! One hails from Virginia and the others are from 'across the pond' in England. Howdy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lunch is about over and I am going to work on my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-1559416973296400457?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/1559416973296400457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=1559416973296400457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/1559416973296400457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/1559416973296400457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/trying-to-focus.html' title='Trying to Focus'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-6801246588939212259</id><published>2007-07-16T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T17:41:04.808-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Cancelled, Homeless &amp; In need of a Babysitter</title><content type='html'>So, apparently BG&amp;E nor Comcast have 'hold' requests like the mail or newspaper services. So, I've cancelled both my BG&amp;E account, which I opened back in 2002 and my Comcast services as of Aug. 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, it's weird to think that I am, technically in my mind, homeless as of the 20th. I don't have a place to call home, rather I have a place to stay 'as a favor'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that Greg and I are able to find a place and soon. Previously, when he moved last October, I was his back-up option, but now that we are trying to move in together, there is no back-up (other than Churchton and we don't even know if that is an option anymore). I can't help but feel some anger towards someone as I struggle to find a place for Greg and I to start our life together. I would write more, to elaborate, but I promised I wouldn't (at least be public about it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I may need a sitter for next Wednesday, July 25th. Our baby sitter's husband, Greg's co-worker, is having surgery on that day. Mom, who is my back-up, would be available &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; she hadn't of just returned from her Vegas Extravaganza the previous evening, but her availability is up in the air since she doesn't know how she's going to feel after her mini-vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just gotten off the phone with Greg and told him about the 'situation' and he's going to see if it's possible to take next Wednesday off since he has paid vacation days available and I'm still within the 'probationary period' (although, I have used some days already as 'borrowed', but I'd rather not do so anymore, if possible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Greg thinks that I'll be moved into his place by the end of the week. This morning, we loaded up some of my tubs and bags that I've already packed into our cars to unload them into the storage unit that Greg is going to open up when he gets off of work today. Have I mentioned how much I hate moving? I did it so often when I was growing up that the mear thought of having to move puts a sour taste in my mouth. Blech! Although, this move is a little different than my past moves and this is mainly because I am moving in with someone that I am so excited about being with 24/7. In the meantime, Greg is spending the entire week at my place, as that was a compromise for not being 'allowed' (and I use that word liberly) to move in over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, it's only 3:25 as I write. And, I smell a fart or it could be eggs, but either way it stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been 'rooting around' &lt;a href="http://bluesoup.wordpress.com"&gt;Blue Soups&lt;/a&gt; space, catching up on older postings and then checking out her blogs of choice and I've realized something; a majority of people in the UK use Wordpress as their blogging site. Over here, in the US, I've noticed the majority of users use Typepad or Blogger, then Wordpress. Typepad is neat, but isn't free. Blogger is, alright but I am liking the layout of Wordpress. It has some pretty neat options for set-up and such. So, I've been debating if I should just transfer all to Wordpress or keep things seperate. I did read on one persons post that she felt Wordpress was horrible since she lost a lot of her posts when she transferred from Blogger to Wordpress. Meh. This is the least of my concerns at the moment, but nothing more than a random running thought in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what the next thought will be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-6801246588939212259?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/6801246588939212259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=6801246588939212259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/6801246588939212259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/6801246588939212259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/cancelled-homeless-in-need-of.html' title='Cancelled, Homeless &amp; In need of a Babysitter'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-2896821535635624905</id><published>2007-07-16T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T12:41:35.298-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In The News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>A New Week with New Hope</title><content type='html'>Oy! What a weekend. I hope to never have a repeat of this past weekend, ever. It just wasn't good, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I forgot our application to the condo this morning. D'Oh! But, I sent an email to the owners letting them know that I did forget it and that I will fax it tomorrow. Also, I told them how much Greg and I enjoyed the condo. Hoping to get some 'brownie points' here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg said one, of many, sweet things over the weekend. I can't remember if he said this on Saturday or Sunday since the days kinda blur together, but this is what he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greg:&lt;/strong&gt; "I can't wait until Amelia is like 7 years old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greg:&lt;/strong&gt; Because, I think it would be cool to have a map of the mid-Atlantic and every Wednesday night, we look at the map and tell her to pick a place that she would like to visit for a weekend trip."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! He's already planning things in the future! Also, we discussed when to try having another baby! Greg wants to wait until Amelia is between the ages of 3 and 5 years old. I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, we also talked about our future together, again. Last night, I was watching "My First Place" or something similar, on HGTV while Greg was playing DD (Diner Dash). Apparently, Greg was listening to the show because later I asked him which he would prefer to do; marry then buy a house or buy a house and then marry. He stated he would like to get married first. This is starting to get kinda exciting for me. Of course, I'm not going to obsess about it, shit I'm not even engaged, technically. But, it really makes me feel good that Greg has referred to his Mom as my Future Mother-in-law (a comment from this weekend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070716/ap_on_re_us/neglect_internet_addiction"&gt;This is an interesting story, yet sad&lt;/a&gt;. I can't imagine anyone ignoring their children for online gaming. How is that possible, on an emotional level? The daughter only weighed 10 pounds when she, and her brother, were taken into the hospital. Amelia weighs 15 pounds is only 6 months old! That couple should be in jail a lot longer than 12 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am totally enjoying this new blog, &lt;a href="http://bluesoup.wordpress.com"&gt;BlueSoup&lt;/a&gt;, she's so funny! Go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, update on Amelia and her 6 month check-up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 25 inches&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 15 pounds&lt;br /&gt;Shots: 4 (5 inoculations in 4 shots)&lt;br /&gt;Overall: Clean bill of health. Oh, and to switch from rice cereal to oatmeal in hopes to ease the constipation she has suffered. Also, we can start her on flavored Gerber foods!! After the appointment, Greg and I went to Giant and picked out Applesause to start off with. It was interesting; she made some weird faces and gaged a little, but she did 'eat' some of it. The doctore suggested that we stick with on flavor for 3-4 days to make sure there isn't a reaction before moving onto the next flavor. Guess what the next flavor is.... nope... it's not green.... not a sweet vegetable...  it's carrots! Blah, I totally dislike cooked carrots (and pretty much all other veggies; meaning I like them raw and uncooked), so this could be interesting. The plan is to alternate between fruit and veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to recap:&lt;br /&gt;Birth Weight: 6.14 pounds&lt;br /&gt;Birth Height: 18.4 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total weight gained: 9 pounds&lt;br /&gt;Total growth: 7 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine if we grew 7 inches in 6 months? Yeesh! Also, I think it's funny, and I mentioned this to Greg, how we focus on weight gain in infants and when the infants are about 20 years old, they focus on weight loss. Isn't that the story of life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-2896821535635624905?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/2896821535635624905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=2896821535635624905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/2896821535635624905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/2896821535635624905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-week-with-new-hope.html' title='A New Week with New Hope'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-6914307019740684521</id><published>2007-07-15T13:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T13:59:19.236-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Still Searching</title><content type='html'>This morning, Greg and I looked at the other condo. It was much nicer than the one we looked at last week as well as bigger. The bedrooms were huge and the 'master bedroom' has its own full bath and a ceiling fan (bonus points from Greg), a fireplace, decent sized deck, and tons of closet space! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I really liked this condo. The people were nice too. They didn't charge an application fee and don't run a credit check, basically they base their decision on our references. So, I have a good feeling about this one. Plus, they really adored Amelia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend has been... well, we just won't talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have to write about. I just wanted to mention the condo and how much Greg and I liked it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-6914307019740684521?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/6914307019740684521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=6914307019740684521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/6914307019740684521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/6914307019740684521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/still-searching.html' title='Still Searching'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-6651541187983584906</id><published>2007-07-15T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T13:41:57.539-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hormones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Damn Hormones</title><content type='html'>This weekend has been difficult, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much positivness, a lot of crying, and stress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to write about it, no purpose in re-living the whole weekend, only to keep re-reading it and keep reminding myself about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Greg and I are still together, just not living together, yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-6651541187983584906?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/6651541187983584906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=6651541187983584906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/6651541187983584906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/6651541187983584906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/damn-hormones.html' title='Damn Hormones'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-7515177399971582570</id><published>2007-07-13T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T16:00:09.513-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Thoughtful Friday</title><content type='html'>Yeah, nothing to really title this entry. I do try to keep the titles a little interesting, but some days the creative portion of my brain just isn't creative. I am going to assume for today, the creative portion is on a coffee break as I write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went through my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79/sets/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; photos and selected a few, more like 27, for print. I am going to attempt this scrap booking thing. I selected photos from the first five months of Amelia's life and some of the outings we went (Cunningham Falls, O's game of Father's Day, etc) to as we all the Holidays we've had, thus far. My plan is to create a page of each 'event'. I don't when I am actually going to start this project with the move and all this weekend (for me) and next weekend (for Sean and Aaron), plus trying to save money for when ever Greg and I actually find a place to live on our own. But, on the bright side, the pictures I selected for print will only cost me $3.15 and I can go get them at the Target in Ellicott City (which I thought about picking up last night, but Greg wasn't interested in meeting me there and mentioned something about traffic being a nightmare).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I felt so... melancholy; just not with it emotionally. I spent two hours doing something I should have, even though it didn't really have an effect on me emotionally, but I was curious and such. During that two hour span, I spoke with my Mom for about 45 minutes. We chatted about the move, her trip next week to Las Vegas, the email we received from her Mom, my Grandma, about their vacation in Alaska and Canada (cruise, tours, the whole nine yards), as well as other 'girly' things. Around 10pm, we hung up; Sean and Aaron come home and I head up stairs for my shower and bed. Around 11pm, I try to call Greg but he was having cell phone difficulties and I was becoming frustrated. I felt a strong need to talk to Greg last night and his cell phone carrier was preventing us from talking. Finally, after nearly 15 minutes of attempts, I just left him a voicemail. After about 3-5 minutes of silence, Greg calls and we were able to hold a 12 minute conversation that wasn't interrupted by gargle and other non-comprehensive noises. I told Greg what I did last night and why I did it. He asked a few questions about why I did it and all; he wasn't upset or anything, but I felt like talking to him about it. Then, I asked what he did for the night and he told me that he played a little on the computer (games), consolidated one of his tubs, threw away a lot of old pictures from his last relationship, and talked to his Mom about me moving in this weekend. I asked why he threw away his old pictures and he pretty much did it for the same reasons I didn't keep my wedding pictures; one chapter closed and moving on. As for the conversation with his Mom about me moving in, she was hoping to have one more week to get ready, but if I have to move in this weekend, then I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, last night Greg and I talked about our future wedding; just a little. I asked him if he wanted something more than a 'court house ceremony' and he said yes, which did surprise me. Then I asked what time of year would he like to marry. We didn't pick a season, but I suggested Fall for all the pretty colors. I think a winter wedding, though beautiful if there is snow, would be too risky for any type of weather related reasons for cancellation (as many birthday parties of mine were cancelled due to snow). Spring is an option as well. Summer, is too typical and can be hot. If I had to choose, I would plan a Fall wedding (10/10/09 would be possible because I'm weird and want the month and date to match, just like my birthday, 02/02); I think the temperature, outside lighting and scenery would be just right. So, it looks like Greg and I might have an actually wedding when we marry, which means I would have to plan a wedding! When Adam and I decided to wed, I did the invitations and my Mom and Grandma did the rest. There wasn't anything to really plan. I already knew I didn't want a traditional wedding, I felt it was a waste of money. So, my wedding was in Annapolis's court house and the following day, we had a BBQ at the Churchton house. Nothing special in my eyes. But, now that Greg and I are starting to talk about getting married and what not, I do want to make it special, though not extravagant. I would still rather spend the money on the honeymoon than the wedding. As of now, the honeymoon is still a 2 week European cruise. Greg has even shared this with some of his co-workers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the relationship Greg and I have seems unreal. At times, I can't believe that Greg and I are actually in a relationship with each other. Don't get me wrong, I love this feeling of being in love with someone, the butterflies that he gives me when ever I see him or when he gives me a call at work. Greg, I swear, is probably one of the most amazing and caring people I've ever met. Sometimes, I wonder, when I compare the relationship I had with Adam to what I have with Greg, what was I thinking while I was with Adam? I know it's not fair to compare the two, but my feelings are night and day difference between them (comparing my feelings while with Adam vs. my feelings while with Greg). With Adam, I was in no hurry to actually marry him. We were engaged for about two years before I finally decided that we needed to either progress or move on without each other. Adam has absolutely no interested in the wedding details whatsoever. I would ask him for his opinion and he said he wasn't interested and that I could so whatever I wanted. Yet, when I would decide on something, later he would complain about some minute detail that he didn't like. Why did I marry Adam? I settled. Thus, my one life lesson to never repeat and the one thing I would change from my past if I could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg, on the other hand, is someone that I can not wait to spend the rest of my life with. I can't wait until we buy our first house together and go on family vacations with Amelia (and maybe our future son or daughter) and just grow up together. Greg truly is someone I want to spend the rest of my life. And, this is something I've known, though denied myself, for a little over a year now and Greg has felt the same about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one point in time last year that I thought about 'dating' but I couldn't bring myself to actually start seeing other guys because I didn't want to 'phase' Greg out of my life. This was all before I knew I was pregnant. I was even talking to another guy and thought about meeting up with him one night in October. I told Greg about it (we were chatting via text messages) and he told me that he was feeling a bit jealous and was afraid to loose me (I did save those text messages). I've asked Greg on many occasions why he didn't tell me his feelings for me earlier and he replies that he was too afraid. Such a silly boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly sure why I've divulged myself into these thoughts. In anyevent, I am going to blame it on my cycle. But, if you think about it... at least I am not acting like a weeping girly girl, just feeling a little emotional in retrospect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I leave in a half hour to get Amelia and head over to Dr. PaPa. I am so curious to see how much Amelia weighs. I, on the other hand, am not excited about her getting shots and the mood she is in afterwards. I have a feeling Amelia will be going to bed early tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, starts a new journey: being with Greg everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-7515177399971582570?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/7515177399971582570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=7515177399971582570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/7515177399971582570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/7515177399971582570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/thoughtful-friday.html' title='Thoughtful Friday'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-2055312261497323488</id><published>2007-07-12T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T17:05:56.663-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Tidbit Thursday</title><content type='html'>Last night, around 9-ish, my brother calls to inform us (Aaron, Greg, and me) that JM, the owner of the townhouse, is visiting tomorrow (today) to show the townhouse to a potential renter! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've seen the pictures on my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; account (and you're going to have to root around in there to find them) of various rooms around the townhouse, then you have an idea of what the usual state of disaster the place is. So, it wasn't fun to start a mad dash of cleaning/packing at 9pm. But, surprisingly, we accomplished A LOT in a little over an hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here was the Plan of Action:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Kitchen: Me &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Living/Dining Area: Greg &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Upstairs hallway and bathroom: Aaron &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen was a huge mess. This past week, we've been cooking our meals rather than ordering out to save some money. So, you can probably imagine the state of mess the kitchen was in. I don't think anyone had cleaned up their cooking mess (pots and pans, plates, etc) since last Saturday. Seriously. But, on a bright side, the dishes in the dishwasher were clean, just nothing else in the kitchen was. Personally, I LOVE to clean kitchens. Of all rooms in the house to clean, I feel the kitchen shows the most 'work done' when cleaning the kitchen is complete. On the other hand, I absolutely HATE putting the dishes away. I can not stand it one bit. I was under the impression, with the 'deal' Aaron and I made so many months ago, that Aaron was going to unload the dishwasher and I would load it. Uh, yeah, I can't remember the last time Aaron unloaded the dishwasher. Anyway, last night, Greg unloaded the dishwasher for me and I continued with cleaning the kitchen. Oh, just to give you a more accurate image for your imagination about the complete mess the kitchen was in, there were so many dirty dishes in the sink, and on the counter and stove, that I ended up washing a good amount by hand as well. Once the dishes were washed and/or loaded in the dishwasher, I began working on the counters and stove. Like I said, no one had cleaned or straightened up their cooking messes since last Saturday, so the stove and counter needed much work. With the stove, I debated if I wanted to clean the inside as well, but decided to do that before we move out. But, I did take out the burners and cleaned that nasty ring around the burner and all the gunk that falls into the stove, Yay Me, as well as cleaned the front and hood of the stove. Then, came the kitchen floor. We have a rug in front of the sink that the dog likes to lay on so it was full of hair. At first, I tried to just sweep the rug, but that was futile and ended up getting my old vacuum cleaner out; and while I was vacuuming the rug, I decided to vacuum the a/c vent since the tree fell into it (another weird story to tell). So, as I was doing all of the above, Greg and Aaron were doing their things as well, then Greg comes into the kitchen and we have the following conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greg:&lt;/strong&gt; "Wow! The kitchen looks amazing!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Thanks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greg:&lt;/strong&gt; "Seriously, you did a great job. The kitchen was a complete mess when you started."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yeah, well I like cleaning the kitchen. I just hate unloading the dishwasher."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greg:&lt;/strong&gt; "Oh My God! You're so amazing. I am so totally going to marry you. (&lt;em&gt;Me giving him a puzzled look&lt;/em&gt;) Our relationship is going to be perfect; I don't like cleaning the kitchen and don't mind unloading the dishwasher.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ah. I see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, based on that conversation, I am going to assume that I will be the one that will be cleaning the kitchen and he will be unloading the dishwasher. Meh. Works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oy! What a day, what a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I started the dreaded monthly thing. Which, was weird I might add and the reason being is because I've had no warnings from my body that 'it' was coming, unlike the last few months. Oh, and had weird conversation with Greg this morning pertaining to my visitor (who, I might add was later than I was expecting and getting slightly worried since I didn't have any heads up &lt;em&gt;IF&lt;/em&gt; she was even coming...), but here goes the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Shit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greg:&lt;/strong&gt; "What?... Oh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I was in the bathroom going pee-pee and left the door open, so when I said "shit" he looked over and saw the reasoning in my ALL WHITE underwear)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Can you get me a pad and change of underwear?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greg:&lt;/strong&gt; "Where are the pads?" ... "Oh, here they are"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Greg walks to the bathroom door about to hand me the requested items when I state...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I don't want that pair of underwear, they're too big. Can you find me another pair?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Greg give me that look and tosses the pad at me as he looks for another pair of underwear...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greg:&lt;/strong&gt; "Are these ok?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes, thank you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Greg tosses the better pair to me and the rest of the morning insues...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning starts off nice and slow. I read my comic strip, check the email and reply, read the news, etc... &lt;a href="http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-warp.html"&gt;create this post&lt;/a&gt;, and decide to play with blogger templates. I feel it's time to change the layout and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for a good chunck of the morning I am searching google for templates and what not and play with the HTML. All the way, previewing what I've done along the way. I didn't save anything because I kept getting distracted by work and the internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day, I check my blog. To my surprise &lt;a href="http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-warp.html"&gt;the post from this morning&lt;/a&gt; doesn't show up, even after I closed IE, cleaned out my history, cache, and cookies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wonder if this post is even going to make it for everyone's viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I shall write as if nothing's going on... I can fake it pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I forgot what else I was going to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I remember, I'll write it tonight, otherwise, I'm just going to finish this and find something else to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-2055312261497323488?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/2055312261497323488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=2055312261497323488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/2055312261497323488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/2055312261497323488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/tidbit-thursday.html' title='Tidbit Thursday'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-5169135671972657671</id><published>2007-07-12T09:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T09:36:52.872-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Time Warp</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;From This:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1380/708984080_0e46692ca3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1380/708984080_0e46692ca3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To This:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1006/786877619_a57a53ba3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1006/786877619_a57a53ba3a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, Amelia is &lt;strong&gt;SIX MONTHS OLD&lt;/strong&gt; today, as of 7:59am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we get to find out how much she weighs, her height and if we can start her on flavored Gerber foods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-5169135671972657671?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/5169135671972657671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=5169135671972657671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/5169135671972657671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/5169135671972657671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-warp.html' title='Time Warp'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1380/708984080_0e46692ca3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-1852917842692546168</id><published>2007-07-11T14:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:59:13.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Laugh I Needed</title><content type='html'>You must &lt;a href="http://www.alittlepregnant.com/alittlepregnant/2007/07/summer-squash.html"&gt;read this&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! This made me laugh so heartily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-1852917842692546168?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/1852917842692546168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=1852917842692546168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/1852917842692546168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/1852917842692546168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/laugh-i-needed.html' title='The Laugh I Needed'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-857653080823958086</id><published>2007-07-11T11:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:52:17.406-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Is it really Wednesday?</title><content type='html'>Sheesh, it doesn't feel like Wednesday. As a matter of fact, it doesn't feel like any particular day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard from the realtor about the condo in Glen Burnie, so I guess it's still in negotiation. I will follow-up with another email tomorrow if I don't hear anything by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I found two other places to look at; one is in the Ft. Meade area and the other is in Odenton. The one in Ft. Meade is a townhouse with the 'lease to own' option which is interesting. The place in Odenton is a condo and is cheaper than the townhouse in Ft. Meade. Either way, I've sent an email to both places and now I just wait for a response. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for something, anything, is the worst thing in the world. One usually has absolutely nothing to do while they wait, other than have random thoughts and shit run through their mind. Bah! Humbug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensing a little negativity? Yeah, I'm feeling a little negative at the moment. I'm slightly irritated at Greg and this whole 'where am &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; going to live this time next week' situation. Greg was suppose to call me last night after he spoke with his Mom, but he never did. I called him this morning to ask about the conversation and to find out why he didn't call (which I already knew why as soon as I woke up); His Mom would rather wait until the last minute (from my perspective) for Amelia and me to move in which would be the weekend of July 21. I, on the other hand, want to move in this weekend and get the shit done and over with! When I asked Greg why his Mom wants to wait, he said something along the lines of "holding out as long as possible", to which I interpreted as "still want my space, even though I offered to allow you to live here." The 'plan', according to Greg's Mom, was to move my non-essentials into the apartment this coming weekend and then complete the move the following weekend. I am not feeling so 'kosher' with this plan. Why? Are you ready for my answer (warning: I'm just going to write everything my brain sends to my fingers and not correct any grammar, punctuation, or spelling after this), here it is: My move is going to be simple, in the aspect of 'stuff'.  Greg and I are throwing just about everything that I own away, except for the essentials (clothes, mine and Amelia's, and knick-knacks). What we're planning to throw away are my bed and dresser since we now have Pats to use/keep, and we're going to put my dining room set and tv's into a storage unit. So, that pretty much sums up my moving. There isn't that much. Also, another reason why I want to get out before Sean and Aaron start to move is so that all of us arn't moving out at the same time and trying to clean the townhouse. I just feel things will be easier if I get the head start and leave before Sean an Aaron, come back to help with their move and to finish the cleaning. That is my plan of action. And, it seems that I am the only person seeing the logic in this plan. Ugh, why do I have to be so 'OCD' about the weirdest shit. Also, with his Mom wanting to wait until I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAVE TO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; move in makes me feel like she really doesn't want us, Amelia and me, there and only offered the place because of the extra money she's going to be getting from me, which isn't 100% true, I know, but that's how I am feeling about it (I asked Greg why his Mom had the &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;friendID=1219386&amp;blogID=245788482&amp;Mytoken=3EF902B8-8BF6-44B4-88BD928DBFBB51BE45373841"&gt;change of heart from the conversation in March &lt;/a&gt; and he said something along the lines of 'She was afraid of a repeat from when Emily was here' ).&lt;em&gt;**Good Grief, that post took forever for me to find!**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another stress I have is my Mom. She's begun to nag me about finding a place to live and that Greg and I can't be so picky and that we need to make a decision now and bla bla bla. Yes, Mom, I know Mom, ugh! I know she's just looking out for us and that she doesn't want Amelia and I to be living in such a cramped place (or so she says; i'm sensing a little bit of 'Grandma Jealousy' since Amelia will be 'living' with one of three Grandma's when I know Mom would &lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt; it if it were possible for us to stay with her instead).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaarrghh!! I just want this to end; the where and when of moving and things related. I am so tempted to just, be like, "Fuck it, I don't care anymore, I'll move when ever &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; want me to" with an attitude. But, that so isn't me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-857653080823958086?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/857653080823958086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=857653080823958086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/857653080823958086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/857653080823958086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/is-it-really-wednesday.html' title='Is it really Wednesday?'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-5304504900059273848</id><published>2007-07-11T09:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T09:50:16.144-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizzes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tests'/><title type='text'>Jessology</title><content type='html'>I stole this from my &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/chevrolet502"&gt;Cousin's&lt;/a&gt; MySpace page; it's been a while since I've done one of these and it's a slow morning, so why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOUTHOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is your salad dressing of choice?&lt;br /&gt;A. ranch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is your favorite fast food restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;A. Definitely NOT McDonald's or Wendy's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is your favorite sit-down restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;A. Texas Roadhouse &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. On average, what size tip do you leave at a restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;A. 20% but if the service was poor, then 10%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick off of?&lt;br /&gt;A. anything beef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What are your pizza toppings of choice?&lt;br /&gt;A. pepperoni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What do you like to put on your toast?&lt;br /&gt;A. Cinnamon butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is your favorite type of gum?&lt;br /&gt;A. Cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TECHNOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Number of contacts in your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;A. 60's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Number of contacts in your email address book?&lt;br /&gt;A. 100+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is your wallpaper on your computer?&lt;br /&gt;A. Home: Amelia, work: Amelia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How many televisions are in your house?&lt;br /&gt;A. 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Are you right-handed or left-handed?&lt;br /&gt;A. depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever had anything removed from your body?&lt;br /&gt;A. yep. I've had 2 surgeries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Which of your five senses do you think is keenest?&lt;br /&gt;A. hearing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. When was the last time you had a cavity?&lt;br /&gt;A. earlier this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is the heaviest item you lifted last?&lt;br /&gt;A. Amelia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever been knocked unconscious?&lt;br /&gt;A. without medical intervention, twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULL[CRAP]OLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?&lt;br /&gt;A. no way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Is love for real?&lt;br /&gt;A. absolutley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If you could change your name, what would you change it to?&lt;br /&gt;A. Jennifer (because everyone calls me Jennifer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What color do you think looks best on you?&lt;br /&gt;A. Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever swallowed a non-food item by mistake?&lt;br /&gt;A. Yep, a quarter and a nickel in kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever saved someone’s life?&lt;br /&gt;A. a plastic dummy in my first responder class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Has someone ever saved yours?&lt;br /&gt;A. not that I am aware of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAREOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you walk naked for a half mile down a public street for $100,000?&lt;br /&gt;A. without a second thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you kiss a member of the same sex for $100?&lt;br /&gt;A. ditto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you allow one of your little fingers to be cut off for $200,000&lt;br /&gt;A. yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you never blog again for $50,000?&lt;br /&gt;A. yep, as long as I can write my last blog about the money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you pose naked in a magazine for $250,000?&lt;br /&gt;A. sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000?&lt;br /&gt;A. pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you, without fear of punishment, take a human life for $1,000,000?&lt;br /&gt;A. no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you give up watching television for a year for $25,000?&lt;br /&gt;A. yeppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUMBOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is in your left pocket?&lt;br /&gt;A: nothing. I don't like things in my pockets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is Napoleon Dynamite actually a good movie?&lt;br /&gt;A: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have hardwood or carpet in your house?&lt;br /&gt;A: pseudo-wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you sit or stand in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;A: stand (i'm not old enough to sit in a shower)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Could you live with roommates?&lt;br /&gt;A: currently am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many pairs of flip flops do you own?&lt;br /&gt;A: none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where were you born?&lt;br /&gt;A. PG County, MD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Last time you had a run-in with the cops?&lt;br /&gt;A: positive or negative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;A: nurse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who is number 1 on your top 8&lt;br /&gt;A: Greg (and I keep pestering him to put a picture up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Friend you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;A: Wallace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Last person you called?&lt;br /&gt;A: Greg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;A: Greg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Number?&lt;br /&gt;A: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Color?&lt;br /&gt;A: Red &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Season?&lt;br /&gt;A: Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;A: not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Mood?&lt;br /&gt;A: stressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Listening to?&lt;br /&gt;A: office banter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Watching?&lt;br /&gt;A. the screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Worrying about?&lt;br /&gt;A: where am I going to be living in the next week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOMOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: First place you went this morning?&lt;br /&gt;A: bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What can you not wait to do?&lt;br /&gt;A: buy my own home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What’s the last movie you saw?&lt;br /&gt;A: Transformers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you smile often?&lt;br /&gt;A: all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person?&lt;br /&gt;A: usually, but I can be evil when prompted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Now that the surveys done what are you going to do?&lt;br /&gt;A: compose my normal entry for the day, play a little Loco Roco, maybe do some actual work, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let others know a little more about yourself, repost this as your name followed by “ology.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-5304504900059273848?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/5304504900059273848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=5304504900059273848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/5304504900059273848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/5304504900059273848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/jessology.html' title='Jessology'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-6940073494234523909</id><published>2007-07-10T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T11:42:52.838-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>A little of this &amp; that</title><content type='html'>Just before I left work last night, the person about the house for rent in Pasadena returned my call. We chatted for about twenty minutes. It was a very good conversation. The details about the house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Big Yard &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Washer Dryer &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Cable and Internet are included in the rent &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Big rooms (kitchen, living, dining and bedrooms) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; 1.5 baths&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reasons why we are not going to apply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; No dishwasher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; No central air conditioning &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could do without the dishwasher, but it was the lack of central air that was the deal breaker. Greg and I need air conditioning and window units don't count. Plus, when I asked how much the utility bill averages, she stated $250, which is way more than what we've been paying at the townhouse (highest in the last 12 months was $190). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this morning when I checked my email there was an email about the condo that Greg and I looked at over the weekend. The reason we haven't received the application is because the unit is under 'negotiation' and this is what the realtor stated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; "...will let you know tomorrow if we have an offer to buy or not. If we do not, the owner definitely wishes to have you 3 rent the condo."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I haven't even 'applied' to the place! Fortunately, they only run a credit check and my debit is low, so I am not worried about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my break, I called my Mom to give her an update on what's going on with the move and what not. I told her about the house and the email I received from the realtor, she asked what are Greg and I going to do and I told her that we are not interested in the house and that we felt the condo was too small. She stated that Greg and I are not in a situation to be picky (don't you hate it when Mom's are right?) and that we should choose, otherwise we're going to be doing the same thing in another 6 weeks whereas we could have some stability if we were to choose the house or condo. Damnit, she's right. So, I called Greg and told him about the email from the realtor and the conversation I had with Mom and he pretty much agreed with what she said. Plus, I added bits of the conversation Greg and I had last night as we were talking about the house and moving in with his Mom, and one thing Greg mentioned was that he wants his own place. So, if the condo doesn't get sold, then Greg and I are going to apply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about starting a 'hobby', even though I know I won't be committed to it. But, I was thinking that I haven't done anything with all those pictures I've taken of Amelia. I don't have a photo book or anything. So, when Greg and I were at Target on Sunday, I went down the scrapbooking isle to take a gander at the options and such. Woah! That would take some serious time and dedication, either of which I don't know if I have. Shoot, about 4 years ago, I started knitting and I never finish a single scarf that I started (and there were about 4). So, I just worry that I am going to spend money on something that I am not going to do so then the money spent would be a waste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-6940073494234523909?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/6940073494234523909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=6940073494234523909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/6940073494234523909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/6940073494234523909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/little-of-this-that.html' title='A little of this &amp; that'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-9014141296964694025</id><published>2007-07-09T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T17:54:17.663-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Execute Plan C</title><content type='html'>Last night, Greg called and told me that his Mom has offered to us, Amelia and me, to move into their place for two months. Greg's Mom brought this up; Greg didn't ask or approach her about this option, this was all on her! We were both rather surprised, especially since she rejected the idea without a second thought earlier this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it looks like I will be moving in with Greg and his family, probably this coming weekend and next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg doesn't want to apply for the condo that we looked at on Saturday. He feels he would be settling if we moved there and he doesn't want to settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I tried calling my Mom to let her know what the new plan is, but I dial Greg's cell phone by accident (force of habit since both Greg's number and my Mom's cell number start with '443-9'), so we chatted for a few minutes and we talked about the plan of me moving in with them and that I mentioned that Denise is dying to see Amelia and that I'm sure she was planning on flying in this summer (Greg's mom has no desire to meet Denise, much less have her in her home) and that is when Greg mentioned "That was your big surprise". Apparently, Greg and Denise have talked and/or planned on a trip to Michigan in August! But, with all the trouble we've had with finding a place to live, Greg wasn't sure it was going to happen. So, if we do move in with his Mom for a couple of months, it more than likely will happen! This is exciting, yet nerve wracking and the reason being is Greg is debating on whether to fly or drive to Michigan. I say fly, but Greg isn't sure how Amelia will do with the flight, but we have an appointment with Amelia's Pediatrician this Friday and we're going to ask then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today, I found a house for rent in Pasadena and I called and left a message. I sent Greg an email about the ad and he said he thinks we should try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I am feeling a bit conflicted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg's Mom is charging us to live at the current location. Granted, Greg already pays a portion of the bills and rent, but my conflict is how much she's going to be charging me. Yes, it's less than what I am currently paying (the rate includes the utilities and food), but I don't feel that I am going to be using that much for the rate she's charging. Greg and I are going to probably spend 90% of our time in his bedroom since that is the only place where we would have privacy and I just don't think the total amount that Greg and I are going to be paying is fair for what we're actually receiving. But, at the same time, we don't have to pay for utilities or groceries (at least I don't think we're paying for groceries), yet, then again, Greg and I are only getting a bedroom to call our own rather than an entire condo/house. Ugh, so conflicted. But, after talking it out with a co-worker, I guess it all makes sense on the price when it's broken down. I guess I'm not happy with only having a bedroom as my only place of space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg's job is relocating him to a different shop in Baltimore for the rest of the week. The shop doesn't have internet access which means Greg and I won't be able to email each other and I hate calling him while he's at work. But, I did give Greg my DS in case he get's bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the day is finally coming to an end. I have done some work, it has been sorta busy, but I've been mostly thinking and chatting online with Melissa (love the new email set up from Y!). I have a lot more to write about, but I've run outta time (it's 5:55pm as I finish).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-9014141296964694025?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/9014141296964694025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=9014141296964694025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/9014141296964694025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/9014141296964694025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/execute-plan-c.html' title='Execute Plan C'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-1099138678841607527</id><published>2007-07-09T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T10:32:19.272-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PSP Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Weekend Update: Sunday</title><content type='html'>Sunday was just as uneventful as Saturday. It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg woke up with a pretty bad headache, so I let him sleep in while I took care of Amelia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around noon, Greg and I head out to Target to buy Amelia clothes, since she's pretty much grown out of everything. Target had a pretty good selection, surprisingly, and I bought about 6 new outfits for Amelia. Every outfit was less than $10. Nice. While at Target, we looked at bedding items and bathroom items. As well as PSP Games and such. I also picked up paper towels since Sean and Aaron stated they were going to start packing and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Target we went over to Game Stop to exchange a game I bought for the DS, Monkey Ball, but I left it at home. D'oh! But, we browsed while there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Game Stop, we drove around Ordnance Rd until it turned into Ft. Smallwood. I've never driven this road before, it was kinda interesting to see all the old businesses and such. The purpose fo this drive was to figure out where to eat for lunch. I had suggested 'ChopStix' in Pasadena since Greg said he wanted to visit a place we've never been to. When we got to the resturant, we decided not to go. In the end, we ended up at Texas Roadhouse. It was weird being there during the afternoon; it was so quiet! Everything was good except for the ribs that I ordered. They were so freaking dry! I had them taken back and a new set came out. They were better, and that is all I would say to the manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we head back to the townhouse and Sean and Aaron have indeed started packing their stuff! I was shocked! Greg changes and feeds Amelia while I look at the pile of clean clothes and start to sort the items. Then, Greg gets the other load out of the dryer for me and I just stare at the large pile. I really dislike putting clothes away, just as I hate putting dishes away from the dishwasher. Those two are the only things I dislike about cleaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 4:20, Greg leaves for home and it's just me and Amelia. She sleeps until 5pm and while she slept I played my Loco Roco when I should have been putting the clothes away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the rest of Sunday night was uneventful and just spent chilling at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-1099138678841607527?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/1099138678841607527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=1099138678841607527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/1099138678841607527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/1099138678841607527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/weekend-update-sunday.html' title='Weekend Update: Sunday'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-3378204156457686322</id><published>2007-07-07T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T21:53:57.952-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PSP Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Weekend Update: Saturday</title><content type='html'>So, Greg and I checked out the condo in Glen Burnie. It was much smaller than we were expecting/hoping, though it's doable for us. It has a really nice kitchen with two windows in it. We decided to apply to rent the place. Although there are some weird things about the 'lease'; one being a detectable of $75 to replace/repair any appliance. I asked if we would be refunded the deductible and the realtor wasn't sure. The reason I asked is because I think it's weird that we pay the owner a detectable on something that we don't own. Maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the events of the day, aside from the above paragraph:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, I finished my grocery shopping and spent $65, but at least I bought enough food for the rest of the week. Last night, I wanted to do some grocery shopping after work, since I got off early and wasn't going to have Amelia with me, but I left my checkbook at home and only had about $40 in cash. So, I only picked up what was needed for the night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; I went to Blockbuster and opened an account (I lost my first card) and added Greg to the account. I believe this is the first 'thing' that Greg and I share! So, while at Blockbuster, I rented 2 games for the PSP and 1 for the PS3 for Aaron. One of the games for the PSP is called Loco Roco, and it's freaking addictive! I MUST buy this game. It reeks of awesomeness. I recommend everyone to try it. The other PSP game I rented is Burn Out, a fun destructive game!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Greg helped his brother, Pat, finish move today. Poor Greg, it was hot and I am sure he was sweaty and so much more. It's now 9:51 as I type and he just walked in the door. He left my place around 3:30! At least I have dinner all cooked and ready for him; salad, pork chops, and white cheddar cheese pasta shells. Yummy! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the bullets above, it's been a pretty lazy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-3378204156457686322?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/3378204156457686322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=3378204156457686322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/3378204156457686322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/3378204156457686322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/weekend-update-saturday.html' title='Weekend Update: Saturday'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-8822052461105176563</id><published>2007-07-07T09:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T10:03:50.040-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>Pillow Talk</title><content type='html'>Last night, or I should say this morning, Greg and I lied in bed and talked until 2am (nearly). We talked about so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One topic was about the path of life we've lived. Mainly about his learning experience and mine with our past relationships and how we didn't listen to what our mind or 'gut instinct' was telling us. We both have one event that we would re-do if it were possible, but then we think about that if we hadn't done what we did then we probably would have never met. Which is possible, but I don't think it's entirely true. If we were meant to be together, as we both feel we are, then we would have found our ways to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another topic was about our life together as husband and wife. Greg feels in his heart that we are going to be together for the rest of our lives. Greg wants to spend the rest of his life with me. He knows this as a fact for him. I then asked Greg what the delay is for proposing to me (aside from the obvious; moving, stress about moving, and money because of the impending moving) and he said that he isn't ready. I asked for a more detailed answer because if he said he knew in his heart that he wants to spend the rest of his life with me, then what isn't he ready for, and his response was that he isn't ready because he wants to make this proposal special and he hasn't thought of how, yet. He stated his last proposal kinda ruined it for any future proposal because he was able to make it perfect for her and in his eyes as well. I reminded him that I am not a high maintenance girl and that I am not expecting anything elaborate as his last proposal (but I am expecting Greg to do something better than Adam). I joked that I don't want him to propose to me by creating a sign with cups over 100 (apparently it has become pretty popular to wish someone happy birthday or to congratulate someone by placing cups to spell out words into the chain link fence on the overpasses in Maryland). His reply was: "That's perfect!" I smacked him, though I knew he was joking. But, basically, Greg wants this proposal to be meaningful, amazing, and best ever since it's going to be his last (as he has been engaged twice). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing all of the above (both topics) made me feel really good about a lot of things. Hearing someone tell you that they want to spend the rest of &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt; life with &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; gives one an amazing emotional rush. It's like someone choose you to start a whole new chapter in their life, someone wants you to be with them and experiance things together and be one. Then, hearing Greg tell me why he hasn't proposed to me (well, with a ring at least) also shows how, in a sense (and maybe no one but me will understand this feeling) he wants to make all my fantasies, day dreams, wishes, etc. come true; even the ones I haven't thought of yet. I don't have a fantisy about how Greg is going to propose to me. I don't have a dream wedding in my mind. The only things that I am wishing for at the moment is to find a place to live. The only things I am day dreaming about at the moment is how Greg and I are going to decorate our new place and a little about which engagement ring he's going to surprise me with (even though we haven't looked at any and I told him that I want him to choose the ring all by himself, since I want to be completely surprised), and a vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of vacation, remember when I mentioned that Greg has three surprises that he's working on? Well, I got him to 'spill the beans' on one of the surprises and it's a trip to North Carolina. Though, we don't know if this will be happening since we haven't found a place to live. As for the other two surprises, well... one he forgot all about and can't remember what he was planning, and the other is the bigger surprise and he won't budge on any information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that the rest of 2007 is going to be amazing and full of so many new things and experiences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-8822052461105176563?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/8822052461105176563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=8822052461105176563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/8822052461105176563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/8822052461105176563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/pillow-talk.html' title='Pillow Talk'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-6080089223557413706</id><published>2007-07-06T14:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T14:58:53.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Daniel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79/732871724/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1281/732871724_62c8982adf_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79/732871724/"&gt;Me and Daniel&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/frye79/"&gt;frye79&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was taken at Bennigans on Saturday, June 30th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel is one of my bestest friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this is the guy that spoils me with all the electronic toys such as the PSP, iPod Nano, and Surround Sound system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, such uber love from Daniel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-6080089223557413706?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/6080089223557413706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=6080089223557413706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/6080089223557413706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/6080089223557413706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/me-and-daniel.html' title='Me and Daniel'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1281/732871724_62c8982adf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-6310503375790138150</id><published>2007-07-06T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T14:53:37.249-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Much Adu about Nothing</title><content type='html'>Nothing much to write about. Sad, i know. My life is so boring that I can't even keep an exciting blog. Meh. Apparently, there isn't much going on with other people either. Guess it's just that time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eBay has a new service called &lt;a href="http://www.Kijiji.com/"&gt; Kijiji&lt;/a&gt;. It's similar to Craigslist. I checked it out this morning and registered with the site. It's kinda interesting, but still too new for the US, muchless MD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am running out of time!! Sean and Aaron are moving into their new place on the 20th, that is &lt;strong&gt;TWO WEEKS&lt;/strong&gt; from today! I guess next week I am going to start moving my stuff into Greg's place (which I've just confirmed with him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! It's PAY DAY! Ouch! My deductions were taken out of this check. At least with the Medical and Dependant Care FSA, I am going to get that money back. Oh, and the HR people &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; haven't corrected my expemtions! I called and left a message for the HR director and I am probably going to send her an email so there is something in writing as well; since I've heard that the HR staff isn't the most reliable here. In any event, the HR manger responded to my email and informed me that she's included the exemptions and I should see them on my next pay check (July 20th). I'll believe it when I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I only have an hour and a half to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been tracking my charger for the PSP and this is the latest and greatest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7/6/2007 6:03 AM ET  ELKRIDGE, MD  TENDERED TO USPS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's in the mail when I get home tonight. Though, not like I have any games or anything to play on it, yet, but I can download demo's and such for it. Ugh, I really hope it arrives tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to Greg about 20 minutes ago (it's 2:44pm as I type) and he was heading back the the house to unload the king size bed. And, there is still more to move; a dresser, entertainment unit, and dinning room set. I have no idea where this is all going to fit. Plus, with my stuff coming in about a week. Oy! This is going to be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I uploaded just about all of my pictures from last weekend onto my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79"&gt; Flickr account&lt;/a&gt;. Have a look, leave a comment, and have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. I am bored. It's slow!!!!!!!!!!  Grrr... oh well. Time for some DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-6310503375790138150?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/6310503375790138150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=6310503375790138150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/6310503375790138150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/6310503375790138150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/much-adu-about-nothing.html' title='Much Adu about Nothing'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-5043561675863768244</id><published>2007-07-05T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T17:40:38.706-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Mix and Match Special</title><content type='html'>I am sure this entry is going to take an entire day to complete. Why do I think this? Well, because I am sleepy and there isn't much to write about. So, through out the day, I am going to read, look for places to contact about moving into and maybe play some DD (Diner Dash).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, here is what I've got to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I are going to look at a condo in Glen Burnie on Saturday. It's a 2BR 1 BA unit on the second floor and within our price range. We're only bummed that we won't be able to cook on the grill (or so Greg thinks). The owners require a credit score check, blah! My credit was in the process of improving until I had to buy a car, at which brought my score down significantly. But, I really don't have that much debt, less than $12K. Greg's score is now 100 points higher than mine, so maybe that will increase our chances of getting this place. Crossing my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg is taking Friday off to help his brother move his stuff into the place where Greg is currently living. Pat and Greg are thinking they will be able to fit both of Pat's couches and his king size bed in Greg's bedroom. Mind you, Greg's bedroom is big, probably bigger than my room, but I seriously doubt they will be able to fit all of that furniture in there. We shall see. Also, if Greg and I are unsuccessful in finding a place this month, we're moving into Greg's current place. That would make 4 adults and a baby in a 2 bedroom apartment! I'll leave it to your imagination as to where we're all going to fit and sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the 4th of July, I really wish it wasn't in the middle of the week; it just throws me off schedule. They, the government or who ever sets up the holidays, should change the date to like the first Friday of July to celebrated as the birthday of the nation or something like that. It would make things so much easier for everyone. Especially since the holiday isn't &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; celebrated until the evening. But, that's just my thought on the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 3:42pm as I type. I haven't done much today. Just putted around the Internet reading other blogs and events. I've been tracking my eBay package; it's still in California. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-mails have been a little slow today, Greg is uber busy at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's now 5:15pm as I type. What have I got to say? Nothing really. I've been reading random blogs from around the world (at least the ones in English) and there isn't very much going on. I spoke with my Mom around 4. She was watching Opera and that topic was friends who cheat on their married friends or something along those lines; basically, nothing no one hasn't heard before on a 'talk show'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, physically, the day has been a little weird. I've been craving salty and chocolate. This is probably due to the impending cycle (I go off the active pills on Sunday). Odd, though because I normally don't &lt;em&gt;crave&lt;/em&gt; things, especially chocolate. I like chocolate, but rarely crave it; usually, if I have a craving it's for something sweet and then salty (skittles and pretzels). I've satisfying my skittles fix for a few weeks now. At the moment, I have a bag of the Wild Berry in my desk drawer. Yum. I'm surprised I've had the bag as long as I have (over a week). I think I need to make a trip to Costco's in the near future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, another half hour has passed and I've run out of steam. I need to run over to Greg's job to print something out, after I pick up Amelia of course, and then run to Giant to refill my asthma meds and birth control, and maybe pick up some foodige. Oh, wait... I need to stop at the house and get book of checks since I've run out.  Grrr... I hate having to go home only to go back out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, such is life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-5043561675863768244?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/5043561675863768244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=5043561675863768244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/5043561675863768244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/5043561675863768244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/mix-and-match-special.html' title='Mix and Match Special'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-6560933175659840951</id><published>2007-07-04T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T22:27:24.018-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Happy 4th!</title><content type='html'>Oy! What a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn hormones are starting to drive me nuts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, we wake up a little after 9am, feed Amelia and then Greg and Amelia decide to go back to bed. I get up and take a shower, go down stairs and eat left overs from last night and start to watch The De Vinci Code with Aaron. Amelia wakes up around 10:45am and I bring her downstairs with me. Finally, around 11:30, I tell Greg to wake up and get the day started. Greg didn't listen to me. I became mad. Finally, around 1pm, we head out to Marley Mall to get Amelia's first hair cut! Greg didn't believe me that the mall would be open, much less 'Cartoon Cuts'. I proved him wrong. Greg took a lot of pictures while Amelia was having her hair cut. Some are uploaded on my Flickr account. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to leaving for the mall, Greg's Mom called and said she was going to cook on the grill and invited us over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, after I got home, I ran out to get some pet food for Max, the dog, and Oliver, my cat. On the way to the store, I ran over a nut (the ones that are used for with bolts) and got it wedged into the groove of the tred. I didn't think about it much and continued with the errand. Today, when we were done with Amelia's hair cut, we ran over to Sears Auto and they said it would take at least 2 hours before they could even get to my car. Greg and I pass and head over to Ellicott City. On the way to our destination, the nut came out and I had a flat. Yay! A flat on Rt 100 where people, like me, drive like a bat outta hell! Greg was trying to change the flat as I was trying to call roadside assistance when we receive help from a stranger! He changed my flat in like 5 minutes! We tried to pay the guy but he wouldn't accept anything from us. So now, we search for a place that can repair a flat or sell a new tire if needed, on the 4th of July. Surprisingly, NTB was open, and for $23, my tire was repaired. By now, it's about 3pm and we head out, again, to Ellicott City. Run into SuperFresh, pick up a few things, and head to Greg's place. &lt;br /&gt;Once we arrived, a pretty good storm brewed it's ugly face. We even had hail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the 4th, we just hung out with Greg's family (Mom and 2 brothers). It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, about last night. Oh. Muh. Gawd. I loved Transformers the movie! I had a great time. With all that came, we took up and entire row! We didn't get out of the theater until 1:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to the movies, Greg and I went out to eat at Don Pablo's in Columbia. It's a TexMex place. It was nice. The food didn't have as much flavor as Chevy's, but enjoyable nonetheless. Our sever, on the other hand, wasn't so nice. Rarely there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's late and I am tired. I will catch up tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-6560933175659840951?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/6560933175659840951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=6560933175659840951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/6560933175659840951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/6560933175659840951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th!'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-181819611085804936</id><published>2007-07-03T17:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T17:54:23.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love Flickr!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79/708090867/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1019/708090867_ee5c7c4425_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79/708090867/"&gt;Aunt Ellie&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/frye79/"&gt;frye79&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Y! Photos has transferred all the pictures I had stored there to my Flickr account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I love Flickr for doing this, aside from the 3 free months of Flickr Pro, is because all the pictures they transferred were the ones I lost on my old laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is of my Aunt Ellie. This was taken on Mother's Day in 2005. Less than seven months after I took this picture, she passed away from cancer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-181819611085804936?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/181819611085804936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=181819611085804936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/181819611085804936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/181819611085804936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-i-love-flickr.html' title='Why I love Flickr!'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1019/708090867_ee5c7c4425_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-2516239441246965193</id><published>2007-07-03T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T14:23:53.290-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Hodge Podge of Everything</title><content type='html'>So, we didn't get the place where Greg is currently staying. They say it was our credit. We feel differently. In the mean time, we are in the process of applying for a condo in Glen Burnie. We're just waiting for the realtor to call me back to set up a date and time to check the place out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the corporate office about the complex that rejected us at the last minute before move in. I stated my issues and Mike took notes. Mike told me that the complaint would go to three 'people' and that I should hear back about a resolution. The issue to resolve is for me to get my money back. Oh, and to get rid of AJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, after work, I met up with Daniel at their old townhouse and hung out for a bit (until 7:30) and then we headed over to my place. Greg brought dinner for all of us and cooked it for us. We watched Hell's Kitchen; very interesting show last night. OMG, Melissa was a witch! She wasn't like that in the beginning; where did last nights performance come from? Greg and I feel she isn't going to be well liked on the Blue Team; she's already had a conflict with Rock! We can't wait until next weeks episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is Movie Night! Greg and I had an opportunity to see Transformers last night, for free, but since the showing was so late, we passed. Cory is the best! He gives me free movie passes to Muvico and when he lived here, Daniel and I would see all sorts of movies for free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to tonight, it looks like there will be only 12 of us. Still pretty good on my count. Sean and Aaron are staying home so they are going to watch after Amelia. I am looking forward to tonight! It's been so long since I've been out with a large group of friends. I wish we were going to dinner as well, but they don't think there will be enough time. It's all good. Maybe Greg and I will go out to eat before the movie, assuming Amelia will cooperate with going to bed tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Amelia, have I mentioned her new 'trick'? I don't think I have. Well, Amelia is rolling over completely now a days and sleeping on her stomach! As a matter of fact, sleeping on her stomach is the &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; way she'll sleep! It's cool, yet it freaks me out a little. The reason it freaks me out is because I am afraid she's going to suffocate herself and I'll wake up one morning and find her blue. But, there is nothing I can do to prevent her from rolling over onto her stomach. Besides, Greg said he did some research online and according to what he found, it's perfectly normal and safe for her to sleep on her stomach. I still remain skeptical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my desk, at work, I have a Halloween 'bucket' where I occasionally fill with candy (and, honestly, there is still Halloween candy in there). Recently, yesterday, I added some chocolate to the bucket, in addition to the jaw breakers and mints that were already in there (the old Halloween candy). Well, everyone in the office knows of this bucket, but since the choice of sweets is slim, no one really indulges their sweet tooth, except for one person. This person, each time she comes around to my side of the office will grab a handful of whatever is in the bucket. Well, according to my other co-workers that sit on my side of the office, on Friday, when I was out of the office, the one that actually eats the candy apparently made many trips to the bucket. Today, she didn't take anything out of the bucket, so there is a running joke between me and two other co-workers about this person that eats the mints and jaw breakers. I don't know why I mentioned this, it was funny in my mind but now that I've typed it all out, it doesn't sound as funny. Meh, it's already written and it give ya something else to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't played with my DS in a couple of days, yet I still bring it to work. I think once I am done with this post I am going to play. I don't have much to write about today, and the stuff that I want to write about, I write in my 'secret garden', but I don't write there nearly as much as I do here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the 4th of July. This is probably one of my least favorite holidays. The 4th of July doesn't really mean anything to me, just as Labor Day and Memorial Day. I know all three have significant meanings and that is why those days are celebrated; but, me personally, it's just a day off (with pay) for me. Now, if I had to list my top three holidays they would be: 1. Christmas; 2. Easter; and 3. Valentine's Day. Here are the reason why: 1. Christmas; I love everything about Christmas! I love wrapping presents, I love shopping for presents, I love the music, the lights, and the smells. I love the excited feeling I get when someone opens the gift I got for them. Christmas has always been my favorite holiday. Actually, I like everyday but Christmas day; I love that excitement that Christmas Eve brings, but I hate it once everything is said and done. I am all about giving and that is what makes Christmas my favorite. I am already excited about Christmas 2007 because it will be Amelia's and Olivia's (or Charlotte since April hasn't picked a name, yet) first Christmas. April and I have already talked about having Amelia and Olivia's first holiday photo shoot together. Mom is just excited because they can wear velvet dresses. 2. Easter; the reason why I like Easter is because I like making Easter Baskets for friends/family. 2. Valentine's Day; the reason I like Valentine's Day is because I can make cute little cards from Amelia for Greg as I did this past Valentine's Day. Honestly, Christmas is the only holiday I get really excited and worked up about. What about you, what are your top three holidays and why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-2516239441246965193?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/2516239441246965193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=2516239441246965193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/2516239441246965193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/2516239441246965193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/hodge-podge-of-everything.html' title='Hodge Podge of Everything'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-7087199453791900173</id><published>2007-07-02T09:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T15:01:36.585-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Have ya been looking for me?</title><content type='html'>Probably not. I haven't received that many hits in the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's been a busy three days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers laptop is out of commission, so I haven't been able to write nor upload all the great pics I've taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are the last three days in review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I had a few serious discussion about our living situation. We talked about our back up planl; moving to Churchton. What's in Churchton you wonder? Well, there is a house that belongs to my parents that is currently vacant. I spent the last 12 years of my 'childhood' in Churchton (from 7th grade until I moved out in 2002). The house is on a little over three acres of land and on the water. Beautiful views. But, the house has been vacant for a little over two years and is in need of work, mainly yard work; which Greg is very excited about, for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our discussion of options, we headed down to Annapolis to the court house where I filed my divorce papers. Now, I just wait for the Master List and then we're almost done. Wow. This is really happening. I have no real emotional feelings about this divorce. I guess I'll be happy to have everything complete and not have to worry about anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were done with Annapolis, I called my Mom to tell her we were about to get on Rt 50 and she said Amelia was still asleep and to take our time heading down. So, Greg and I decided to stop by the Churchton house. Greg and I walked around the place. I took some picutres. And, in the end, Greg seemed rather excited about moving here. All the pros outweigh the cons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about twenty minutes of looking at the property, we head down to Waldorf to pick Amelia up. Mom called just as we were leaving Churchton and said she was already in La Plata! I told her she said we could take our time. In any event, she beat us to the meet-up location (Hong Kong Buffet, Greg's favorite chinese buffet). On the way to Waldorf, I called my Cousin April to see if she wanted to meet us at the Buffet and she said yea. Greg and I arrived at the Buffet about 5pm ish and hang out until 6:30 ish. We, April Mom and I mainly, talked about birthing babies since April is due any week. Traffic was a breeze on the way home. And, honestly, I can't remember what we did after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I slept really late on Saturday. Say, like until noon! Even Amelia slept that late. She did wake up around 9 for a feeding, but she went back to sleep like the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I putted around the townhouse for a couple of hours and then headed up to Best Buy in Glen Burnie. We wanted to look at toys and appliances for the possible Churchton move. I found a really nice camera for only $249 that I would like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Best Buy, Greg and I headed over to Benningan's for a late lunch. While there, my friend Daniel calls to tell me that he's in town! Daniel moved to Florida in March of 06. He came up in Sept of 06, and we went out and had fun. So, Daniel made his way to Bennigan's and we hung out for the rest of the day! I had a blast with him. Greg stayed until about 9:00pm. After Bennigan's we all headed back to the townhouse and Greg took care of Amelia while Daniel and I chatted and got caught up in the gossip and such. Daniel was asking a thousand and twelve questions about Greg and I. Last year, before Daniel moved to Fl, he told me that Greg likes me more than a friend and I was like 'yeah right' and such. Daniel knew that I was starting to like Greg around that time as well. So, Daniel is so excited that Greg and I are togehter (and it's not because of Amelia, as Daniel wanted to make sure). All the while Daniel and I were chatting, Amelia was very fussy upstairs. So, Daniel and I went upstairs to help Greg. Amelia flirted with Daniel so much, it was cute. Daniel took tons of pictures of Amelia and me, or Amelia and him. I told Daniel that Greg and I were looking at a camera very simular to the one Daniel had, so it was nice to acutally get to play with the camera. Daniel also showed me his 'cool toys', referring to his new laptop, PSP, and other accessories. Greg fell in love with the headphones Daniel had for the PSP. I, fell in love with the PSP; I've been wanting one of those for years. Daniel has just bought the PSP so he didn't have any games or anything for it; just the movie that he watched on the flight up. So, I was playing around with the PSP and then Daniel tells me that I can have it! He doesn't use it enough to want it. Daniel gave me his PSP!!! Daniel spoils me so much! He's given me his surround sound system, iPod Nano, his PSP, and he said that once his gets the laptop he wants (the one he brought was a gift from his dad and isn't want he wanted), he's going to give me that as well! Of course, I'm not going to be counting on the laptop to happen anytime soon. But still! Greg was telling me to give the PSP back to Daniel and Daniel kept telling Greg that he doesn't want it. So, I have a new toy! Which is cool because Greg spent a good chunk of the weekend playing Diner Dash on the DS. Yep, that's right; Greg is hooked on Diner Dash! I knew I would get him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the night, after Amelia was finally asleep and Greg at home, Daniel and I sat outside and chatted. While we were outside, some neighbors were setting off fireworks (the ones not allowed into MD). Daniel and I were outside until sometime after 11 and then I went to McD's to get us some snackages. After the snackages, Daniel took a nap and I stayed up to make sure he woke up to get Cory. About 12:30am, Daniel left and I went to bed (after calling Greg). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was great! The weather was awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a slow start in the morning. Amelia slept until 8:30am. We ate and played until 9:30 and then she took a nap until 10:30 (and I took a nap right along side her). Once the nap was over, Amelia and I hung out with Sean and Aaron who were setting up the internet on the PSP (I didn't know the Network Key to set it up and since Sean's laptop is out of order... well, you know). Once that was all done, we were playing with the PSP and Aaron's PS3 and trying to sync them. But, I need to upgrade my software in order to do so. So, I worked on that but I was unable to complete because I didn't have enough battery power left. So, I left it alone for the rest of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were all done playing with the PSP/PS3, I ran out to Hardee's to pick up food. Sean and Aaron hate picking up food, but they don't mind paying for my order if I go get it. I am so loved by them. I swear I don't know what they are going to do once we've all moved our seperate ways. So, after we ate, I took my  shower and played with Amelia until she fell asleep. At which I started to get everything together for the Rolston Social Club!! The first Sunday of every month, Tim and Brooke host the Rolston Social Club. Greg and I went back in May, missed June, and then we went yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrive at the party a little after 2:30 and hang out outside. Good times were had by all. I took some really great pictures and I can't wait to upload them, as soon as Sean fixes the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I stayed until 7ish and head home. I don't get home until around 8pm and when I arrived, we had guests! Sean and Aaron had invited Deb and Alex, their new friends. We hung out and chatted for a bit. I put Amelia to bed around 8:30 and then hung out some more. We ordered pizza, ate and had a merry time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed around 10:30 and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Monday, has been pretty low key. I've been catching up on work and voicemails all the while working on this entry. I've also been 'window shopping' on eBay for some movies, games, and accessories for the PSP. So far, all I've bought was a charger since Daniel left his at home in FL. Also, I am thinking of buying a new cell phone off eBay. I am so frustrated with my current phone, a Sony Ericsson. My previous phone was a Sony Ericsson and I am having the same problems and I had with the other model. So, I am done with this brand. I am looking into LG and Samsung. Nokia doesn't offer anything interesting and I don't like the set up and layout of Motorola. I am very picky when it comes to my cell phones. It's really sad when I think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ecited about or plans for Tuesday night. A group of us (99.9% of Greg's friends/co-workers) are getting together to see Transformers in Columbia. I have never been a group date this big! I believe Greg said something along the lines of nearly 30 people! So much fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel really good that Greg has opened up so much in including me in his 'other' life. I get along smashingly with Greg's co-workers (all of them) and when we were at Tim and Brooke's party last night, I had a great time! Tim and Brooke's friends are so funny! I can't wait to upload the pictures from the party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Greg and I first became friends he did not want me to meet any of his co-workers, who were his 'other' friends. He liked to keep everything and everyone seperate. Now a days, he's asking me if I want to go to so and so's party, or a group outting and things related. It just makes me feel special that he's including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am going to do more 'window shopping' on eBay. Have a great Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-7087199453791900173?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/7087199453791900173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=7087199453791900173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/7087199453791900173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/7087199453791900173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/07/have-ya-been-looking-for-me.html' title='Have ya been looking for me?'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-4119403263378417482</id><published>2007-06-28T21:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T21:43:38.095-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Big Girls, You Are Beautiful!</title><content type='html'>Check out this song/video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tcRiXOONqf0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tcRiXOONqf0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-4119403263378417482?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/4119403263378417482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=4119403263378417482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/4119403263378417482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/4119403263378417482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/06/big-girls-you-are-beautiful.html' title='Big Girls, You Are Beautiful!'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-5863354747776212304</id><published>2007-06-28T19:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T19:58:22.876-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Picture Time!</title><content type='html'>I have &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; uploaded all my pictures onto my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/frye79"&gt; Flickr account&lt;/a&gt;. Please, take a look! The pictures include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; April's Babyshower&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Amelia's first try at baby cereal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Amelia in her high chair &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-5863354747776212304?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/5863354747776212304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=5863354747776212304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/5863354747776212304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/5863354747776212304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/06/picture-time.html' title='Picture Time!'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-4376742123598122313</id><published>2007-06-28T14:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T14:01:59.525-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Nothing in Particular</title><content type='html'>*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppost to be moving in today. I'm trying to not think about that. Greg says if I continue to think about it, it will just make me depressed and he's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been pretty slow this morning for work. So, I've read my news articles and comic strip and then begun playing with the DS. I am so addicted to Diner Dash! It just gets more and more challenging for such a simple game! Greg says it's not his type of game. His loss. But, I like simple minded games. Games are to be fun and to help relax; I don't want to play a game that's going to stress me out (as some of his games do). To each their own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've asked Greg numerous times to call him Mom and ask her how long it took for the apartment complex to inform them that they were approved, since she is the one they did in fact inform. He won't do it. He doesn't want to know and then keep waiting for that time frame. I guess if we don't hear anything by tomorrow, he'll call. I guess. We haven't really talked about that option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, Greg and I are going to look at a few other places and then head down to Annapolis so that I can file my divorce papers. I sent a text to my girlfriend, Kara, to see if she's going to be in town as well. I haven't seen Kara since January when she visited me in the hospital before Amelia was born. We played MadLibs. She's so quirkey and I love it! She and met a little over six years ago. We met when we both started working at PRP. We were in the same training; and we've been friends ever since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to write about at the moment. Maybe, later in the day, something more exciting will happen and then I'll have something to write about. But, in the mean time, I am going to try and beat Diner Dash (damn level 8 in the Retro Diner).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-4376742123598122313?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/4376742123598122313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=4376742123598122313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/4376742123598122313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/4376742123598122313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/06/nothing-in-particular.html' title='Nothing in Particular'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-20512969568160224</id><published>2007-06-27T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T14:27:56.653-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cousin April'/><title type='text'>Here We Go Again...</title><content type='html'>Greg stopped by his complex and dropped off all the paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got that nervous/excited butterfly feeling in my stomach. I don't know why, exactly, but it's there. I am nervous about being rejected, again, yet he's already on a lease at this complex, so there shouldn't be any reason, other than me, for them to reject our application. Ugh! So, now we wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I've been chatting with my Cousin April via email today. I was asking how her doctors appointment went on Monday (since her mucus plus has started to 'fall out') and April said the appointment was fine and that she's only thinning out but not dilating. My cousin is so ready to have this baby! LOL I told her that I could relate! Then, April and I started to talk about our boyfriends and marriage. She asked if Greg and I have talked about getting married and I replied and then she wrote this about Greg:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm glad your going to stay with Greg (Me: Like there was going to be any chance I would leave Greg) I really like him he's a nice guy!! Everyone likes him! Even Clayton's family was talking about how nice of a guy he was! :) And how cute Amelia was!! She really is freaking adorable!! "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent that email to Greg. It makes me feel good to hear that everyone likes Greg. Not very many people in my family liked Adam; he never looked like he was having fun or smiled that much. I tried to be optimistic and kept telling everyone that he is happy, just shy. Yeah, I was pretty much telling that to myself rather than believing it. I did that for a while; telling myself things to cover what my heart was trying to tell me. And, finally, I stopped lying to myself and took necessary action to see what everyone else was seeing to make myself happy. And, that is why this Friday I am submitting the divorce papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to miss Amelia. It's so weird to hear her in the background whenever I talk to my Mom (which is usually about 3-4 times a day). Mom told me yesterday that she caught Amelia licking her toes! LOL I warned Mom that Amelia has begun the licking phase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to distract my mind from the apartment complex. I really hope we hear from them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I type, I am on hold with the other complex that I was supposed to move into tomorrow about my deposit and to make sure the office person did, in fact, submit my refund and to have it marked at urgent. From my impression when I asked, I don't think she did. But, I will find out soon... I hope... depending on when she returns to the phone... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two and a half minutes on hold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after a little over four minutes of waiting, I am informed that they &lt;strong&gt;CAN NOT&lt;/strong&gt; (or will not) expedite my refund. Fuckers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-20512969568160224?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/20512969568160224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=20512969568160224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/20512969568160224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/20512969568160224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/06/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here We Go Again...'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-7899628344225021487</id><published>2007-06-27T09:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T09:30:46.180-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Date Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Re: Date Night</title><content type='html'>Greg and I had a great time last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he finished up, we left and headed over to Famous Dave's. There was no wait for a table and all the food came out rather quickly. The service could have been a little better, but I tipped accordingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny, as Greg and I were waiting for our food, we were chatting away and such, then once the food arrived, we hardly spoke. We were so hungry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we drove back to his office (since we only took one car) and we ended up getting his hair cut and I got my eye brows waxed, finally! I also did a little shopping at GameStop. I bought 2 new games for my Nintendo DS; Monkey Ball and Diner Dash. I have loved Diner Dash since it came out. I even bought the software for my old laptop. I've thought about buying the version for my cellphone but I just don't think it's practical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when Greg and I said our good bye's, I headed straight home, said hi to Aaron, went upstairs, took a shower and then played Dinar Dash for about an hour. Finally, around 11:30, I stopped because I would have stayed up all night playing. I called Greg to say good night and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt so good to sleep! I was relaxed and comfortable; except for when Oliver would flop his hairy tail right next to me and take up half the bed. 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Such fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was helping Greg, I asked where he would like to go for dinner. It is a rare day that we have no baby to take care of and have the extra money to spend on us! So, Greg and I have going on a date tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have decided to go to Famous Dave's in Columbia! Yummy! I can't wait until Greg is finished with his transmittles so we can leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, Greg and I are debating if he should get his hair-cut tonight or wait. The reason we are debating is because we are both very hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-3580692038436174356?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/3580692038436174356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=3580692038436174356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/3580692038436174356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/3580692038436174356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/06/date-night.html' title='Date Night!'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-3755918696425225539</id><published>2007-06-26T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T16:51:03.060-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Sweet Greg-ola!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Do you know what I love most about us? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Jess,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could write so much of what I feel. I know things are tough right now, but we'll make it through. You mean the world to me. I love you with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXOXOXOXO "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was still in a funk of a mood. I didn't talk much to my brother or Aaron and just putted around the townhouse. Around 7:30, Greg calls and we chat for a few. I wasn't really in the mood to talk. He stated that he was a little sadden that I hadn't called, like I normally do, and that he shouldn't be much longer at work. After the conversation, I start my laundry and fix something for dinner (chicken nuggets and frozen pizza; Yum!). Around 8:30, I head upstairs for my room and call Greg to see what his E.T.A is. He informs me that he's just getting off of Rt 100 and that he's going to stop at the store for toilet paper, ice, and soda, all of which we were out. So, I just lay in bed and watch TV. About 20 minutes later I hear Greg walk in the door and start to put the items away. After a few minutes he asks me to come down stairs. So, I get up and walk down stairs. Greg is in the kitchen and on the counter is a Strawberry Carvel Cake waiting for me and inside the box (which was open) was a card, which I've written the contents of said card at the beginning of this post. I really fought hard to hold back the tears that started to pool in my eyes. Once I calmed down, I turned to Greg and gave him a big hug, thanked him and told him that I love him. Afterwards, I cut the cake and ate a slice! Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I watched Hell's Kitchen. We expected Vinnie to go; boy can't cook Beef Wellington if his life depended on it! Which made Greg and I wonder why he was always at that station! But, the show wasn't as eventful as past episodes. Now, we just look forward to Top Chef tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, I am going to stop by Greg's office to make copies my information for the application to his current complex. Yesterday, Greg talked to the office and they informed him that they will need a signed letter from him Mom confirming that he will no be on the lease for that apartment, a signed letter from him confirming that he is removing himself from that apartment, my statement of my salary from my employer, my three most recent pay stubs, drivers license and security card. Thankfully, all of which I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep distracting myself by reading other peoples blogs. I have a regular one that I read about a women and her adventure with IVF, and then I read the blogs of her readers. It's a vicious circle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to not think about what was planned for this coming Thursday and that this time next week, I should be living with Greg. I am really trying to not think those types of thoughts. Easier said than done; which is also why I've been distracting myself by reading the events in other peoples lives. It does help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-3755918696425225539?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/3755918696425225539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=3755918696425225539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/3755918696425225539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/3755918696425225539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/06/sweet-greg-ola.html' title='The Sweet Greg-ola!'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-3123038129993469975</id><published>2007-06-25T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T14:23:50.407-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>-no title-</title><content type='html'>I'm just not feeling it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what Greg and I did, if anything, this past Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we got up kinda early and went to check out a place and didn't like it one bit. They check your driving record, school records and so much more! Sheesh. After we checked that place out, we went to Target and did a little shopping. We bought Amelia her high chair; it's a chair that we can attach to any chair and converts to a booster seat when she's older. I bought my swimsuit, and a gift for my Cousin April. While we were at Target, we received so much attention due to Amelia and her amazing amount of hair! People were stopping in their tracks to look at her and tell Greg and me how beautiful she is and "Look at that head of hair!" Also, we found a gym thing that we want to get Amelia. It's Fisher-Price's Rain forest theme, which is what we're going for, and it is on springs so Amelia and jump up and down and such. We put her in the store model and she actually liked it! So, once Greg and I find a place to live, we're going to buy that gym thing. After Target, we went to Friendly's and had lunch and then headed home where we put the highchair together and tested it out on Amelia. She looked so small in it. Greg took pictures, I just haven't uploaded them, yet. Then, after that, we took a nap. Naps are something Greg and I usually don't do. The last time we took a nap in the late afternoon was when we went to the JSOH Airshow. The nap was short, but refreshing. Greg and I didn't do much for the rest of the day or night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we headed down to Waldorf for my Cousin April's baby shower. April's gift opening took over two hours! She received so many items! Greg and I took pictures, but I did all the picture taking with Aprils camera. We played games and good times were had by all. Greg won one of the games! He won a purse that had Victoria's Secret fragrances inside. Of course, Greg gave me the purse and items. It was funny though. Greg and I left about a quarter to four and headed home. Once we reached 97, I asked if he wanted to stop by the airport park since the planes were taking off over the park and he said sure. Personally, I wanted to go because I've never seen planes take off from that view. Greg and I hung out there for about 20 minutes then we headed over to my old car to clean it out. Basically, I only took the items that I needed or wanted; the rest of the stuff I left since the car was going to be junked anyway. Some of the things I left in the car were my wedding pictures. I didn't have any prefessional pictures taken or anything, mind you, so it's not like I spent hundreds of dollars on these pictures. But, I didn't see any reason to hold on to them. Besides, they have been in the trunk of my car for at least two years and I haven't done anything with them. It was weird looking at myself from nearly four years ago (Adam and I married on Aug 8, 2003). I've changed a lot, physically, mentally, and emotionall, since then and I didn't see any reason to keeping the pictures. But, now that I think about it, I would like to go back and see if I can save some pictures that have my Aunt in them or Munner and Pop, all of whom are no longer here. That chapter closed; moving onto a new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, I am probably going to file my divorce papers this week; the day Greg and I are going to take off to look and file applications to a few places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my Mom has Amelia for the week. Mom asked Greg and I on Saturday morning if she could take her after the babyshower and I told her that Greg and I would have to talk about it. The reason being is because 1. it would be short notice for April the Sitter; and 2. Greg doesn't want to burn out Mom with all the sitting; espeically since we're going to need her to watch Amelia for a week at the end of July. So, after Greg and I talked about it during lunch on Saturday, we decided it was ok. When I called Mom later that night and told her, she was all happy and excited and when I told her why we had to think about it, specifically Greg's reason, she just laughed. She said there is no way she could ever be burned out from spending time with her first Grandbaby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bummed that Greg and I are not going to be starting our lives together this week. It irritates me that I have to wait, at least, another month for us to be together. This move was the one thing I have been so looking forward to! I was counting the days since the month of April. I just can't seem to get out of this funk of a mood. Also, I was feeling a bit of jealousy on Sunday, while at the baby shower. Not because April received so many things, but because she is able to enjoy her pregnancy, talk about it, get all excited and so much more; whereas I couldn't and didn't. I believe if Greg were more accepting and excited about being a dad, as he was when he learned that my water broke, in the beginning when I found out I was pregnant, I might feel different. I wished I had a baby shower for me, again not for the gifts, to share my excitment and have everyone tell me how excited they are for Greg and me, and argue over the name and so forth. I am fortunate enough to have a very supportive family that was able to help Greg and me get all the things we needed for Amelia, even before she was born, then and now. I am happy about that, but there are some things I feel I missed out on with this being my first baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I talked a little about our future together as man and wife. I always ask him why he feels our relationship is different than our past and he usually responds that his feelings for me are different than what he felt with his exes. So, when I asked him again this past weekend, just to make conversation on the road, he told me what he's told his co-workers (which, again surprised me) "I enjoy spending time with you. I look forward to the nights I come over and don't want to leave you when it's time to go." For once, he feels love as deep as ours. Yes, he's been in love in the past, but that 'in-love' feeling wore off and he says the love he feels for me is nothing that he's felt for anyone else. It makes me feel good to hear him tell me that he's never felt love for anyone else as strong as he does for me; and the reason why is because I feel the exact same for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I am really not in a good mood today. I've been very argumentive to customers who are cancelling for petty reasons. Which, may sound good on the monitorings showing my rebuttles or what not, but that's usually not my style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg sent me an email telling me that he's going to stop by two places to pick up their application information and then bring them over tonight so we can talk about it. Honestly, right now I don't even know if I want Greg to come over. I am really in a funk of a mood with no real reason. The only thing I can guess is the whole week has been emotionally rough and I'm having a harder time dealing with it than I thought I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't slept well in the last two days. My asthma kept me up on Saturday night and kept bothering me all Sunday. Then during the afternoon on Sunday, my back started to bother me and I knew it was from the difficulty of breathing. So, when we got home last night, I took some Alieve and layed in bed. I fell asleep somewhere between 10:30 and 11:00pm, but awoke around 3am because of my backache and I couldn't fall back asleep or get comfortable. So, around 4:45am, I got up and found some Vicodene from when I had my tooth pull and layed back in bed. It took probably a half hour for me start feeling the effect and fall back asleep. Then, my brother wakes me up a little before 6am because he locked himself outside and then around 7:21am, I am awoken to the noise of someone knocking on the door! I tell Greg it's his turn to answer the door since I let Sean in and then realize that I was dreaming. But, I hear the knock again and walk into Aaron's room to look out the window. I didn't realize that Aaron was still home, so I just bardge into his room! He startled me and then I ask if he heard the knocking and he said no, so I continue to look out the window and I don't see anything. So, I guess it was all in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really not in the mood to work anymore. I don't want to deal with people right now and I've had some nasty phone calls today. I just can't wait until this day is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-3123038129993469975?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/3123038129993469975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=3123038129993469975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/3123038129993469975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/3123038129993469975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-title.html' title='-no title-'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-2433445715906768547</id><published>2007-06-22T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T17:42:13.818-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Eh, Nothing to Say</title><content type='html'>After work and getting Amelia, I went to the post office to get a form to cancel my change of address request and then went to Safeway to buy baby spoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 7:30 by the time I got home. And, no sooner than I get home comes in Greg with dinner!  Aww, isn't he the greatest! He decided to come be with me; even though he wouldn't stay the night nor go upstairs to lay in bed with me and pet me. But, he did hang out with me and my brother for about two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time for Greg to leave, I walked outside to his car with him and we stood there chatting for about 15 minutes. We talked about our possibilities, such as moving to Churchton and living there rent free but commuting at least an hour each way to work; searching more aggressivly and cutting out a few requierments that we previously set (such as getting a one bedroom apartment instead of two and not looking for an apartment with a washer/dryer in it); and if we're unable to find something by August, I, along with Amelia, move in with Greg and his family. The only good thing about the last possibility is that the rent will be cheap, Greg's room is big enough for the three of us, and we're going to be saving money on gas. It's a plus, but not enough to make me completely happy. What would make me completely happy is to have a place to call home with Greg. That's all that I want right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, on my way to work, I thought about what I could do with my paycheck. Since we're not moving in next week, I don't have to save for the first months rent and whatnot and my brother said that I don't have to pay rent for July. So, first I thought about buying a laptop. I've been wanting to buy a new computer for nearly two years now. And, I want a laptop. Greg has a nice computer that he bought last year, but it's not a laptop. But, I nixed that idea because it would be too costly. Then I thought about buying myself a digital camera; another item that I've been wanting to buy for a little under a year now. By the time I got to work, I had completely forgotten about my future camera purchase, and instead I went through all the bills that I can pay online and paid everything! I paid the BG&amp;E bill, cell phone, credit card, cable, Greg's Dell account (prepaying for my future laptop!), babysitter, car and groceries. When I total the amount I just paid for all of the above, it comes to over a thousand dollars! So much for the camera. But, at least I paid off a few balances and brought a few accounts to current. So, in the end, it was probably best that I spent the money on bills rather than a camera. At least when Greg and I are able to &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; move in togehter, everything will be current. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I so wanted to buy myself a new toy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. I'm still going to spend some money on me today or Saturday. Remember, I have a pool party that I am going to on Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I bought myself things. No, wait. Scratch that last statement; I bought myself a new purse on June 9th. Other than that, it's been a long while. Usually, I need my mom to get me clothes, otherwise I won't buy any. I feel guilty if I spend money on myself, even if it's something that I need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to treat myself to a nice eye waxing, since it's been over six months since I had my eyes done, and maybe get my nails done or something. I've never had a pedicure before; I'm weird about my feet and strangers touching them. Sometimes I wish I was more girly and cared about my hair, wore make-up, and did all the girly things; but, then again, I can see the benefits of not being so girly, mainly not spending all my money. I guess you could say that I am a simple girl that likes to live a simple life. Damn curious to see how Amelia is going to be when she gets older!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received and email from my good friend, Daniel, informing me that he's coming up next weekend!  I'm so excited to see Daniel. Last time I saw him was in September. That was an interesting night, to say the least. I believe I was one of two straight people for a gay birthday party! But, I did have a lot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on this blog for over six hours! It's been pretty slow today, so I read the newspaper (specifically about the O's and searching for a place to rent), chatted with the manager a bit, did some actual work, was told a secret about the company and what they are changing (which will be shared with everyone else next Thursday or Friday), talked to my Mom on the phone, did a short text messaging chat with Melissa, and so much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any event, I am done. I am sleepy, and there are 17 minutes left for the work day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-2433445715906768547?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/2433445715906768547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=2433445715906768547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/2433445715906768547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/2433445715906768547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/06/eh-nothing-to-say.html' title='Eh, Nothing to Say'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-3911532692866608568</id><published>2007-06-21T12:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T12:58:02.527-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Feeling Blue</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I'm not feeling any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried eating lunch, and I was successful with getting it all down, but I still feel like I'm going to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg has contacted the rental complex he's currently living and they have an opening in July, but we are waiting to see if he can just transfer his lease to another unit. I bet that question confused the leasing agent he spoke to! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting to see Greg being to optimistic about all that's recently happend. He's so energetic and 'gun-ho' about getting another place. I don't know where he's getting it from, but I hope it remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Greg were coming over tonight. I don't want to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side (and yes, there is a bright side), Amelia tried her first spoon of rice cereal last night. Greg took pictures. It was interesting to say the least; and, very messy. Next time I have to remember to use a bib. Oh, and to get a baby spoon (add that to my mental list of things to get/do). I will try to post the pictures on my Flickr account tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-3911532692866608568?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/3911532692866608568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=3911532692866608568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/3911532692866608568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/3911532692866608568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/06/feeling-blue.html' title='Feeling Blue'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-8144607351573785098</id><published>2007-06-21T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T10:55:18.310-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>Re: @*%#&amp; !!!!</title><content type='html'>UGH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke with the rental complex and it's a flat out &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I argued and cried over the phone. I stated that I have no place to live as of next week. She didn't offer any usable suggestions. With all said and done, I can not live there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I could apply for another place within the management company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to Greg after I spoke with the rental complex. He feels bad. But, he's remaining optimistic and hopeful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know in the back of my mind, I am too. But, at this very second, I don't feel it. What I do feel, aside from the obvious anger, is nauseous. I feel like I am going to be sick at any given second or sudden movement. I am going to assume this is due to the stress that has recently returned. Although, I felt this feeling of nausea before and blamed it on stress (around this time last year too) and it turns out I was pregnant. But, of course, I am not going to think that... no no no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going to be long today. Time will slow down and may even revert to going backwards, just for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-8144607351573785098?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/8144607351573785098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=8144607351573785098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/8144607351573785098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/8144607351573785098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/06/re.html' title='Re: @*%#&amp; !!!!'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-2245915992602232255</id><published>2007-06-21T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T09:45:25.037-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>@*%#&amp; !!!!</title><content type='html'>So. Um. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I learned that &lt;strong&gt;we are not moving &lt;/strong&gt;at the place that I've been so excited about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pissed, angry, sad, frustrated, hurt, pissed, as I feel. I've got to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the search continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my Mom this morning to let you know. She sounded just as hurt as I did when I found out. She said God closes one door and opens a new window for a reason. I argued that 'God' has closed nearly every door in my 28 years of life and hasn't opened nearly as many windows in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I HAVE TO find a place to live and urgently! Sean and Aaron are still moving too, you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for the rental complex to open so that I can call them and argue with them. In the meantime, I continue searching and finding potential places and send the links to Greg for his opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cried more than I thought. This sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-2245915992602232255?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/2245915992602232255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=2245915992602232255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/2245915992602232255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/2245915992602232255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='@*%#&amp; !!!!'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-5327915956535024198</id><published>2007-06-20T15:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T15:25:44.871-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Nothing Much</title><content type='html'>Ugh, I've had a pretty wicked headache all day. This headache has left me uninspired to write anything for today's entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I am not looking forward to the end of the day (well, except for the fact that I get to be with Greg tonight). I have so much running around to do after work! I just hope the headache goes away before 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly, after work, I have to stop by the auto place and give them a check for the tow and looking at the car and give them the title to the Pontiac (which, I might add, I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; remember to bring this morning. Yay me!) so they can junk it. Then, once that is all said and done, I am meeting Greg at the local Giant to pick up chicken for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though out cupboards and refrigerator are bare, we are not going to do any serious grocery shopping. I don't see a point to spending at least $100 right now when we're moving in &lt;strong&gt;ONE WEEK!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on the phone with the townhouse complex a few times today. Initially, I was calling to see if we could come over on Saturday to finish the application for Greg, then it turned into potentially signing the lease and such. Even though we won't get the keys when we sign the lease, at least all will be said and done, so that when we come back on June 28th, all we have to do is drop off the money orders for the first months rent (and the prorated rent for June 28, 29, and 30th) and everything is all said and done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Breaking News***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg sent me an email stating that he has a surprise for me and it's juicy!! So, I reply asking it the surprise is something edible or gossip and he tells me that I should call. So, I call him and he told me that his brother, Pat, called him and said something along the lines of: "So, I hear you're looking for a bed..." Pat has a very comfortable king size bed, which is something Greg and I have been daydreaming about buying after we moved in. Right now, Greg and I are both sleeping on mattresses on the floor. No frames or anything. Although, I do have a box spring and he doesn't. So, with Pat giving us his bed (because he's being deployed to Africa for military reasons) and his couches, we're pretty much set! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have mentioned how excited I am about this move? LOL Like, I am so excited, I've been drawing on the floor plan of the unit we're moving into to see where to put the furniture and such! I know, I'm such a dork at times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-5327915956535024198?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/5327915956535024198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=5327915956535024198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/5327915956535024198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/5327915956535024198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/06/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing Much'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-1188528590609090039</id><published>2007-06-19T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T14:58:07.399-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>"I Need More Lotion"</title><content type='html'>That was the phrase for the night from Greg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Greg, he got a pretty bad sunburn on his face and forearms from the game. So, last night, I gave him my bottle of Aloe lotion and I swear he was putting that stuff on every 15-20 minutes! It was so funny, he was hoarding the bottle even in bed! I made a comment to him last night that I was going to write about his recent addiction to the aloe lotion. We just laughed. This morning, Greg took the lotion with him to work. I can only imagine what he's doing with the lotion at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone else watching Hell's Kitchen? Last night was good! I can't believe they choose these people as contestants! Where the hell are they coming from? Hell's Kitchen is completely opposite of Top Chef. At least with Top Chef, these contestants know what they are doing and making, whereas with Hell's Kitchen, it's all scream and holler and making a mess. Either way, though, both are very entertaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I have been emailing each other for a good part of the last hour. He had a lot on his mind yesterday and this morning, after we talked about the baby shower plans for the weekend, I asked how he was doing and such; well anyway, here's the email conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From: Greg S. [mailto:*****@yahoo.com] &lt;br /&gt;Sent: Tuesday, June 19, 2007 11:37 AM&lt;br /&gt;To: Jessica D&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: FW: Baby Shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just how amazing you are, how much I love having you in my life. How absolutly much you mean to me. Just how much I could never imagine my life without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much I am utterly in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica D wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Aww, concentrate on me? What are you thinking about that pertains to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Greg S. [mailto:*****@yahoo.com] &lt;br /&gt;Sent: Tuesday, June 19, 2007 11:30 AM&lt;br /&gt;To: Jessica D&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: FW: Baby Shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any of it. Doesn't help to think about it, so I'll just concentraite on jobby job and you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica D wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to make sure you’re ok and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Greg S. [mailto:*****@yahoo.com] &lt;br /&gt;Sent: Tuesday, June 19, 2007 11:20 AM&lt;br /&gt;To: Jessica D&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: FW: Baby Shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh not letting bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica D wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is good to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about your mental busy-ness (apartment stuff, *****, etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Greg S. [mailto:****@yahoo.com] &lt;br /&gt;Sent: Tuesday, June 19, 2007 10:59 AM&lt;br /&gt;To: Jessica D&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: FW: Baby Shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy but hanging in there. Headache is better" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in awe over Greg. I still can't believe that my wish, dream, what have you, has come true. Greg is everything to me. He is my bestest friend and I can tell him anything without worry or fear of how he will react. Greg has told me during many occasions in the last year and a half that he considers me his best friend. He's told me that he's able to tell me anything, even now that we're in a relationship, that is on his mind regardless of the topic, and knows that my feelings for him will not change, I won't become jealous, and anything else that could effect our relationship. As a matter of fact, Greg and I are so close and open to each other, we talk about people we see in passing, say if we're at a park or restaurant, and ask what the other thinks of that person, sexually, and what not. I know Greg would never act upon these conversations, but I notice when something catches his eye and we talk or joke about it. I trust Greg. No second guessing of his loyalty to me. And, it's great that we are open with each other to talk about things as such. I really don't know where I would be, today, if I hadn't met Greg back in 2005. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the baby shower for my cousin is actually on Sunday. Which is better for Greg and me. It means that we can get the money orders for the new townhouse and go there to finish the application for Greg. And, then we can go clean out the Pontiac. I spoke with the owner of the shop where the car has been, and he's going to have it towed to a junk yard for me; free of charge. So, that would complete one task that has been plaguing the back of my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, it's so freaking hot outside! Have I mentioned how much I dislike summer? Well, I'll repeat it again: I really dislike summer! I do not like the humidity, the bugs, the thick air (which is the humidity, I know) and the hot hot heat! Blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Greg brought over one of his tubs. The plan is that he's going to bring over a tub or two each time he comes over so that we're able to move everything as efficiently as possible. The tub he brought over last night was his tub of memories, basically. He has awards from high school, his high school picture, items from when he worked at MicroPros, items from when he lived in New York, items from his first Disney Cruise, and many more items. We went through the entire tub. We kept some things, but threw a lot away as well. The items we threw away were things he couldn't remember why he saved, such as a Washington Post from 2001, pictures from an Airplane trip to New York and hotel stay, old note pads, and instruction manuals for his old stereo. It was interesting to go through the stuff with Greg. It made me think of my old chest that I used to keep, but threw away last year. Right now, I have a photo album that I've used to collect pictures of my friends and when I was in the newspaper and things related. It turns out that Greg and I both saved Far Side comics that we found interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started to save a few things of Amelia's. So far, I've saved everything from the hospital, such as the hats she wore and every piece of paper I was given (the card in her bassinet, the results of her hearing tests, her foot prints, etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom and I were talking earlier today (it's 2:53pm as I type) and she is clueless on what to get April for her baby shower this weekend. I suggested that she make a memory box for April and my Mom loved the idea! I told her that she doesn't have to make it now, but it would probably be better to give April the box when her baby is born. I can't wait for April's baby girl to be here. I can't wait to hold her and to see the size difference of Amelia and Aprils baby. As for a name for Aprils baby, the last I heard, it was going to be Olivia Ellen, or Ollie El as I'm probably going to call her. She also toyed with the name of Charlotte, but once she said the nickname would be Charlie, Clayton nixed the name. So, we are not to think of nicknames for the baby around Clayton. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this post at 11:30am, and I am just finishing at 3:00pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-1188528590609090039?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/1188528590609090039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=1188528590609090039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/1188528590609090039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/1188528590609090039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-need-more-lotion.html' title='&quot;I Need More Lotion&quot;'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-3099474041657945582</id><published>2007-06-18T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T14:46:34.196-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Feeling Great!</title><content type='html'>10 days until move in day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my Mom is excited about Greg and I moving in together! She called me this morning, at work, to ask what the color scheme of our bathroom since she was already out shopping for us! I have the greatest Mom out there! She's been so supportive this year. She came up when I was admitted to the hospital in January for the pneumonia and while I was in, she cleaned the townhouse and got everything ready for the baby. And, when I was released, she continued to stay to help me while everyone was at work. Then, when my water broke, she took me to hospital and stayed until the wee hours of the morning. She went home around 3:30-4:00 am to get some rest and a shower, but she was back in time to see Amelia's birth, which made her so happy. She was crying with joy (as she did when she came to one of my appointments with the fetal monitoring people). Then, on the day that I started to bleed to death, I called her because I was scared (that day is still the scariest day of my life) and she came straight to the hospital. She even beat Greg! And, when Greg made it, Mom took Amelia home to take care of her while Greg stayed with me at the hospital. I wish I could have done more for Mom this past Mother's Day, but I just didn't have the funds available. But, I know she's going to have a great 48th Birthday. I've already bought her the purse that she wanted, an ice tea maker, a digital cooking thermometer (as she asked, and I quote "I want one like Alton Brown), and what ever else I decide to buy between now and July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is coming up on Wednesday, Just 27th, to help with the move; plus she has the crib and dresser for Amelia's room. And, she's bringing the truck and that means that Greg and I can return the U-Haul earlier and save us money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia is ready to try baby cereal, but I've been waiting for Mom to visit so she can be there for the first taste. The reason we know Amelia is ready is because she's licking everything she can put her hands on! It's so funny to watch her grab something, and even though she struggles a little with bringing her hand to her mouth, the first thing she does as soon as her hand is on the object is stick her tongue out to get a taste, and her tongue will stay out until the object makes it to her mouth. Greg and I laughed so much over the weekend just watching Amelia do this over and over. She would do this with her shirt, the Caterpillar rattle thing we bought, our hands, and whatever she reached (even her diaper{unused of course}). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny, but exciting, conversation Greg and I had over the weekend was about his company's Holiday Party. For the last 2 years, I've asked if he was going to invite me and he said no and he has two reasons why; 1. no mixing friends with co-workers; and 2. the last times he brought a date, either girlfriend or friend, bad things happened (such as, sickness at the party, date sleeping with someone else, etc); and that is why he never asked me to go with him. But, he did come to mine when I asked. So, anyway, I committed to Greg that I guess since we're living together and dating, then I must be going to his holiday party! He said "wha?!, wait a second here, what gave you that idea?" in a joking manor, and I explained my reasoning and he said "yeah, alright you can come and we're going to get you a new dress.". Yay! I'm getting a new dress! I get to show off my new body and sexy legs (as he says). When I went to the holiday party held by my current job, I was 8 months pregnant and wore a dress that I had back in 2001, which fit because of the big belly, but otherwise was too big. I didn't like the dress and how it looked on me. I can't wait to shop for a new dress and get myself all made up. I want to wow Greg and his co-workers!! Thankfully, I still haven't gained any weight since having Amelia, and now that Greg and I are going to be living together, we can eat better and take nice walks around the neighborhood after work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it seems, that things are starting to work out for me and life. I haven't had the easiest, or best, childhood. I moved a lot, was homeless, and poor. My Mom raised my brother and me until she met Van. Mom and Van have been together for over 20 years. They haven't married and don't plan on it. But, Van has supported me and my family as if he were our father. It is because of Van, that I have learned a great deal about cars and all the cars I've ever owned, except for the Nissan, where helped by Van. We still moved a lot when I was younger. I hated being the new student every year. One year, the third grade, I went to three different schools. I can even name every elementary school I've been to: Thomas Stone Elementary, James McHenry Elementary, Mt. Rainer Elementary, Shady Side Elementary, and Tracy's Elementary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally settled the eBay dispute. Turns out, once I submitted a claim with PayPal about not receiving the item the seller immediately replies. According to the seller, she shipped the item 2 weeks ago, yet couldn't provide any proof when I asked. Also, she stated she never received my emails. So, the final result was either, offer a partial refund and send out half of what I ordered, or do a complete refund. I opted for a complete refund; which she's already completed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday, the 23rd, Greg and I are going down to Waldorf for my cousins baby shower/pool party. I'm looking forward to the party! I haven't been swimming this year and can't wait. Plus, I get to buy a new swim suit since my old one is way too big. Also, Amelia has never been in a pool and I am curious as to how she's going to respond when I put her in; although I already have an idea: Scream until she looses her voice. It will be cute though. I can't wait to take the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that I have some regular readers out there. Please, take a moment and introduce yourself! The regular readers come from Texas, New Jersey, North Carolina, and Maryland (excluding myself). I have an idea of who one Maryland reader is because the tracking program tells me they use a Mac and I know of three people in Maryland who use a Mac. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I are waiting to hear back from a place about a recent application. So far so good on the automatic response, but we want to talk to the actual place before we let our guard down. I've already told him to give them a call, but he's being a little hesitant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Greg is probably going to &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; do something that I've been suggesting for a while. He's slightly irritated by something and he's ready to let go. I just hope he actually does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to the next subject...&lt;br /&gt;*warning: I am going to talk about personal items so, read at your own discretion* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let's talk about sex, baby... Let's talk about you and me... Let's talk about all the good things and bad things there could be... Let's talk about sex"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things change with your body when you have a baby. Amongst the weight loss, healthier body (PCOS symptoms seem to have gone away, blood pressure healthy, etc), sex has changed as well. Before, I enjoyed sex and all it's pleasures from Greg while he was on top. But, now a days, sex is better if I am on top! Greg really enjoys this too. There are other positions that have improved since having Amelia as well, but I'm mainly talking about me being on top. Greg loves close sex, where were are as close to each other as possible. He says there's more of an emotional connection, which I can see his point of view. And, it's great to be able to lay on top of him, kissing and holding each other, while doing the deed. Something I've never done before with past 'deed doers'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex with my ex was boring. With him, it was always the same position and he would always finish within two minutes. Plus, it was never really romantic or exciting or fun or anything else. It was just sex. Then, I met 'Willows' and he showed me a lot of things that my ex said wasn't possible because of my anatomy. Sex with 'Willows' was great! Energetic and fulfilling. For a while, 'Willows' and I would get together three times a week! I was doing all of this while my ex was still living with me. By then, my ex and I had stopped having sex. And, I told him what I was going to do and then when I did it, I told him what I was doing. It's not like I was keeping it a secret from him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after a few months, 'Willows' and I moved on with our lives. I was taking classes at the community college and he was working a projects for work. 'Willows' and I still talk now-a-days. He's engaged and just bought a house. Now, the funny thing is, is that he still wants to 'get together'. I've told him about my relationship with Greg and that I am not interested, yet he still wants to meet for lunch or what not. Even though I've accepted his lunch offer in the past, we haven't yet been able to meet. At this point, I don't think I will just because it's time to move on with my relationship with Greg, and close those chapters from my past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to sex after a baby... I just wanted to write to see if anyone else has experienced a change as such. I don't think the better sex is due to my feelings for Greg because I don't really associate emotions with sex; hence how I was able to have a few 'fwb's and not get attached; a rarity I was told by a few guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I'm the happiest I've been in a really long time. Things are going great, finally, for me; I have a great job, new car, new boyfriend, new home, wonderful friends, and all kinds of happy-go-lucky feelings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-3099474041657945582?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/3099474041657945582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=3099474041657945582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/3099474041657945582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/3099474041657945582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/06/feeling-great.html' title='Feeling Great!'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-6064728498661746343</id><published>2007-06-17T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:37:00.688-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Father's Day 2007</title><content type='html'>Today was Greg's first Father's Day! Boy, did we do a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we arrived at Bill Bateman's for their Father's Day Brunch. The food was amazingly good; well, the stuff I ate at least. Greg's only complaint was that the waffles were a little bland. Anyway, there was an amazing selection to choose from. I loaded up on the bacon for some reason; just something I have been craving lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we head over to Babies-R-Us to get Amelia a hat. The bonnet that we bought back in April is either missing or at my Mom's. So, we bought Amelia her first baseball cap. While at the store, I asked Greg if we have a boy next, is he going to buy all sports related outfits and he said "Oh yes!" emphatically. It's kinda weird to think about having another baby, but at the same time it's kinda exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we purchased the hat, we head to the ATM for Greg and then we're off to Camden Yards for our first game of the season and Amelia's first game ever. The ride to the stadium was nice. It wasn't crowded at all and I got an amazing parking spot! When we arrived at the stadium, we picked up the tickets at will call and walked to the ticket checker stand thingy and the lady asked us if this was Amelia's first game and we said yes and then she told us that we could get a certificate to remember the day! So, that's the first thing we did once we were in the stadium. Then, we went potty. LOL Once we were all done and settled, we went to our seats and I was upset about the seats because I specifically asked for seats on the end of the row and we were 5 seats from the end, and there were people on both sides of us. Now, mind you, we have packed Amelia's diaper bag, car seat, my purse, the snugglie, and Greg's camera bag. That's a lot! Next time we go to a game, I'm just going to buy another seat to put all the stuff we carry in. Amelia did pretty well at the stadium, for a while, and then she became really fussy and irritable. She was hot and sweaty and tired. She hasn't napped much at all by this point. I tried to hold her and comfort her but she just kept screaming at the top of her lungs! Finally, Greg and I were like, 'ok, we need to get her out of here' and start to pack up. By now, it's only the second inning! And, as soon as I put Amelia in her car seat, she was out cold! So, Greg and I stayed a little longer. After about 15 minutes or so, we decided to move our seats because it was so cramped. We made it through 5 innings and decided to head home. We both got a lot of sun and we wanted to beat the crowd. Next game is going to be a evening game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we made it home, we fed Amelia and placed her in the crib, then Greg and I rubbed aloe lotion on each other for the sun burns, then Greg and I lied next to each other and chatted. Much about nothing really, but it just felt good to be in his arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole weekend, Greg and I talked about our future together. We talked about goals for &lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt;, rather than a goal for him or I. One goal that we talked about is buying our first house and what we need to do to get there. We both agree that we need to improve our credit scores. The last time I checked mine was either just before Amelia was born or when I returned to work. I can't remember. And, when Greg opened up his checking account with Wachovia on Saturday, they game him his current credit score. So, we know where we stand and we've placed a goal of what number we want to achieve before we start looking for a house. We talked about how we are going to achieve this goal and how we're going to do so for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This relationship with Greg is completely different than any relationship I've ever experienced. I know I've mentioned this before, but I just can't seem to get over how much happier I am with Greg. It's really like a dream or wish come true while I am with him. He's so caring, compassionate, dedicated to Amelia, loving and so many other emotions that words can not describe. Greg is always more than willing to help me, even before I ask him to do so. Even though he doesn't live with Aaron, Sean, and me, he helps clean the townhouse (like take the trash out, load and unload the dishwasher, straighten the living room, etc). When ever I am upset about something (and this happens more often than it used to), Greg always wants to talk about what's bothering me and he means it. He wants to make me happy, even if he's the reason I am upset. He tells me over and over how good our relationship is because we are so open with each other; and I agree with him. I believe what makes this relationship different and better than the ones we've experienced in the past is because 1. we're completely open and honest with each other; 2. we have the same goals in life, separate and combined; 3. we have so much in common, in all aspects of life; 4. this is real. we are not settling to appease us or for Amelia. neither one of us is giving up something to be in a relationship to have that status. everything that I feel for greg and that he feels for me is true and not because either of us feel that 'we have to'. We know the feelings are not superficial, as they have been with past relationships (on both sides), and that what we are feeling for each other is deep and not something that fades away; 5. we are not needy of one another, meaning that we both know we like time to ourselves and don't cry when one of us isn't paying attention to another. I know greg likes his gaming time and that's something I'm not going to take away from him, or have him change, just like I like my tv time or reading time. Neither one of us expects the other to give up something that we enjoy to make the other happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-6064728498661746343?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/6064728498661746343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=6064728498661746343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/6064728498661746343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/6064728498661746343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/06/fathers-day-2007.html' title='Father&apos;s Day 2007'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-6363997357591606245</id><published>2007-06-16T22:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:07:00.338-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>Successful Saturday</title><content type='html'>I'm amazed at how much Greg and I did today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the townhouse at 10am and headed over to Wachovia in Severna Park and Greg opened a new checking account. He's going to close his account with Northwest Savings, they don't have very many branches and the ones that do exist are no where near his job or where we're going to live. We didn't open the joint account because Wachovia requires $100 to open new accounts and we didn't have $200 dollars. Plus, in order for us to receive the referral bonus, it was suggested that we open his account before the joint. So, probably next we is when we will open the joint account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done at the bank, we went to Atlanta Bread Company and had a late breakfast/early lunch. After lunch, we headed over to Target off Rt. 3 and do a little window shopping and pick up some underwear for Greg. After Target, we head over to Friendship Park (or Airport Park as I call it) and watched the planes land. Then, we head over to another spot and watch them take off. Amelia slept during this time. After watching the airplanes, we decided to go check out our new place. Turns out, I was way off on where we were located. We are at the end of the street, rather than at the beginning. Which, as its benefits since we're away from all the traffic. Plus, there is a nice pool right around the corner. I took pictures with my cell phone. Then, Amelia became a little fussy and we head for home. It was about 2:30 by the time we arrived. Once we're home, we feed Amelia, play with her for a little bit and then she takes a nap. While she's sleeping, Greg and I talk about relationship stuff. I asked him how our relationship is different from his last ones and things related. It was a very good conversation. Amelia's nap was short lived, so we get dressed and head out to Bill Bateman's for dinner. It's funny, we started our day in Severna Park and then we end the day in Severna Park. Greg was thinking the same thing as I was when I mentioned it. Dinner was good. Amelia was adorable as usual and then fell asleep. While at dinner, Bill Bateman's had a flier for a Father's Day brunch and Greg and I agree to come back first thing tomorrow morning; well, 10am when the brunch begins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan for Father's Day is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10am - Brunch at Bill Bateman's&lt;br /&gt;11am - Head up to Camden Yards for the O's game (and watch them loose)&lt;br /&gt;12:30pm - Try to get the baseball players to 'sign my baby'&lt;br /&gt;1:35pm - The O's continue the loosing streak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, that's all I have for now. Since the weather is going to be on the extremely warm side, we're going to see how Amelia handles the temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Greg wants to use the laptop, so I will finish later or tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-6363997357591606245?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/6363997357591606245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=6363997357591606245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/6363997357591606245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/6363997357591606245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/06/successful-saturday.html' title='Successful Saturday'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-1555682366396137117</id><published>2007-06-16T22:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T22:20:42.770-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>Video of Amelia</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iFWSgzomp1c"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iFWSgzomp1c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she the cutest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-1555682366396137117?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/1555682366396137117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=1555682366396137117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/1555682366396137117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/1555682366396137117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/06/video-of-amelia.html' title='Video of Amelia'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-6948984137400222995</id><published>2007-06-15T13:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T13:25:23.208-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizzes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tests'/><title type='text'>We're Compatiable (because the internet says so!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background: #ffffff url(http://www.datingdiversions.com/img/heart.jpg) no-repeat 26px 0px; width: 350px; border: 2px solid #ee88bb; padding: 0px; margin: 15px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: none; margin: 0px; margin-top: 45px; vertical-align: center; font: 42px cursive; text-align: center; line-height: 50px; color: #000000; padding: 0px;"&gt;Jess&lt;br&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br&gt;Greg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: none; margin: 0px; color: #000000; padding: 2px; border: 1px dashed #000000; font: bold 20px arial, 'sans serif'; text-align: center; width: 182px; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: 80px;"&gt;89% Compatible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: none; margin: 0px; color: #000000; padding: 10px; margin-top: 13px; font: normal 14px arial, 'sans serif'; line-height: 23px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;#9829; Jess and Greg have been romantically-together for awhile now, indicating a degree of compatibility. Similar personality descriptions are a plus. Being from different religious backgrounds may cause friction. They both abstain from drinking, so that helps compatibility. They are also both gamers. The fact that Greg is a big sports fan could be divisive, in terms of how the couple spends their time. Greg may complain that Jess is too sloppy. Furthermore, their astrological signs are not in harmony. Their common love of animals is good thing. And their views on children are similar. Both are sexually-uninhibited. Overall, Jess and Greg are highly compatible. They are capable of having a beautiful relationship together. &amp;#9829;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.datingdiversions.com/dating_compatibility.html"&gt;Dating Compatibility Test&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.datingdiversions.com/"&gt;Dating Diversions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="color: #000000; border: 1px solid #333333; margin: 5px; margin-left: 35px; padding: 0px; width: 440px;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="color: #000000; font: bold 13px arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; text-align: center; padding: 5px; margin: 0px; border: 1px solid #333333; border-top: none; border-left: none; width: 210px; background: #ffddcc;"&gt;Dating Strengths&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th style="color: #000000; font: bold 13px arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; text-align: center; padding: 5px; margin: 0px; border: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #333333; width: 210px; background: #ffddcc;"&gt;Dating Weaknesses&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: #000000; font: 12px arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; text-align: left; padding: 3px; margin: 0px; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; width: 210px; background: #ffffff; line-height: 20px; vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Financial Situation - 76.9%&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Kindness - 72.7%&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; Adventurousness - 66.7%&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; Confidence - 61.1%&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; Varied Interests - 57.1%&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #000000; font: 12px arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; text-align: left; padding: 3px; margin: 0px; border: none; width: 210px; background: #ffffff; line-height: 20px; vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No significant weaknesses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="color: #000000; border: 1px solid #333333; margin: 5px; margin-left: 35px; padding: 0px; width: 440px;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="color: #000000; font: bold 13px arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; text-align: center; padding: 5px; margin: 0px; border: none; border-bottom: 1px solid #333333; background: #ffddcc; width: 430px;"&gt;Dating Strengths Explained&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: #000000; font: 12px arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; text-align: left; padding: 5px; margin: 0px; border: none; background: #ffffff; width: 430px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Financial Situation&lt;/b&gt; - You've got your financial situation under control, which is a very desirable quality. Be careful to avoid men who are only interested in your money.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kindness&lt;/b&gt; - You treat other people with empathy and goodwill.  This positive trait helps you stand out and draw people into your warmth.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/b&gt; - You are willing to try new things and be spontaneous.  You want to get out there and really live, and you will attract people with a similar love of life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Confidence&lt;/b&gt; - You are sure of yourself and confident of your abilities.  Displays of confidence go a long way when attracting a date.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Varied Interests&lt;/b&gt; - You don't limit yourself, and that's a dating asset.  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Less than 2 weeks from moving day. Greg and I are so excited!!! He's setting up the reservation for the u-haul as I type (I assume and I was correct). Hey, he even finish the reservation before I finished this sentence! Here's the email I just received from him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From: Greg S. [mailto:*****@yahoo.com] &lt;br /&gt;Sent: Friday, June 15, 2007 10:56 AM&lt;br /&gt;To: Jessica D&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got's our Uhaul. From approx. 6:30pm on Wed 27th to 10:30AM on Friday 29th. 17 foot truck. More than enough Space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I finally got a hold of my insurance agent to talk about my new premium and how much it's going to cost me. It looks like my normal payment of $84.75 will be deducted this month from my checking account and then on July 15th, they are taking $264.75 as a down payment for my new policy, but there isn't any information about how much my installments are going to be. I've tried calling the actual insurance company to get that information but their systems are down and they suggested I call back after 1pm. Crossing my fingers that it's going to be reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, Amelia and I went to visit Greg at his job. The weather was so nice! We stood outside the entire time. Amelia sat in the car and just talked away, and even laughed! I'm so excited that she's begun to laugh like a real baby. I can't wait to get a recording. And, she ended up falling asleep around 7:30. Greg and I talked a little more about his concern and I reassured him that we're going to be fine, and we talked about money. They say money can ruin any relationship and I believe it. So, we talked about what we would pay for out of the joint account and what we would use our separate accounts for. Basically, everything that we're going to share is going into the joint account and the separate accounts for things that we want to buy for ourselves, such as clothes, games, movies, etc. I told my Mom what Greg and I are planning and she sounds a little hesitant and her excuse was "I guess I watch too much Judge Judy", silly Momma. Also, Mom has been on this Opera kick. Every time I talk to her (almost daily) she tells me what she saw on Opera and yesterday it was about poop and pee and other body excretions; Mom said it was a great show. Hmm. Greg and I also talked about the car payments. My idea was to round up the payments to a whole amount, for example: Greg's payment is currently $385 and mine is $278. I was thinking of rounding the payments to $400 and $300. Well, Greg has a little more than a year left on his car note, so he thinks it would be best to pay my minimum and put extra to his payment to pay it off earlier than scheduled. Then, we can out his car payment and my payment together to pay off my car earlier than the six years that is set up. Shit, if we could pay my car note at $700 a month, the car wold be paid off in two years! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking that I need to start a hobby or something. Work is going to be slow this summer, as I've been told, and I don't want to just sit at my desk staring at a screen. I am thinking that I could go back to knitting, although I threw away all my supplies when I moved last summer. I could learn scrap-booking, but I don't know how well I am going to be able to keep up with the details and what not. I could go buy a baby book for Amelia and put that together and record her first year and such (even though I am 5 months behind. LOL), but, if I am truly honest with the things Greg and I talked about when we learned that I was pregnant with her I wouldn't want to share it, yet I don't want to lie about it either. So, I am torn about the baby book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!! I totally feel like gossipping but I can't!! I so want to say so much about something but I can't!! Well, at least I can write about the juicy gossip at my 'secret garden'. Oh, if people could only see what's in my 'secret garden'! Maybe one day in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-5202179760436708797?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/5202179760436708797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=5202179760436708797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/5202179760436708797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/5202179760436708797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally-friday.html' title='Finally Friday!'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-908177399222544807</id><published>2007-06-14T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T17:59:59.452-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Where has the time gone?</title><content type='html'>I just realized that it's Thursday. I don't know why my brain was telling me it was Wednesday; I like Thursday better, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Chef was interesting. I knew the hillbilly guy wasn't going to make it after the first challenge. Poor guy, though; his father committed suicide. Good luck to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I were so eager to watch the first episode! He's totally hooked as he is with Hell's Kitchen. Good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to Top Chef, Greg and I went out to get dinner for one and all. We also went to get a few items from the grocery store. We were gone for nearly an hour, no thanks to Hardee's. Ugh, they ticked me off because I had to wait, like 10 minutes, for a damn chicken sandwich. I knew there was going to be some wait, but I wasn't under the impression it was going to be that long. Besides, I was already irritable due to the pending cycle (which has made its glorious debut this morning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, at work, I actually worked! Shocker, I know. All this week, I've had little, to no, motivation to really do anything but read. Guess that could all be related to the cycle. Hormones do weird things to you. I don't like them, not one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hormones have put me on a Skittles craze, lately. All I want are Skittles and Riesen Chocolates. Yeah, all this HAS to be because of my hormones... no other explaination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-908177399222544807?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/908177399222544807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=908177399222544807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/908177399222544807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/908177399222544807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/06/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone?'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-2393467634183827761</id><published>2007-06-13T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T11:31:54.699-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Surprises and Father's Day</title><content type='html'>This weekend is Father's Day, as you may know. Along with buying Greg his ice tea maker, I've bought 2 tickets to the Orioles for Sunday!! The seats are in Section 98 Row B and on the end. That's as close to the field as I could get. Greg doesn't know that I've bought the tickets, so they are a surprise. Sssshhhhh!! LOL I am also planning on treating him to all food and drinks as well. I did confirm that I can bring my own water for Amelia's bottles and that I don't have to buy a ticket for her. This should be interesting; Amelia's first game. I am going to see if I can Nick Markakis or Tejada to 'sign my baby'. If I could get one of their autographs for Greg, I bet that would make his day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A surprise that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; learned from Greg was that he was telling/showing a co-worker of his, Brooke, of where &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, as in Greg and I, are going for a honeymoon! This leads me to believe that Greg, 1. is sharing personal information with his co-workers, such as feelings for me and our future, and 2. he is looking forward to marrying me; even so that he's sharing the honeymoon plans with co-workers! This amazed me last night because Greg is one of those people that likes to keep family, friends, and co-workers separate from each other. I learned that a long time ago. But, after last night's discussion, he's changing and integrating everyone! This makes me happy. Besides, Brooke told Greg that we are perfect for each other because we're both smart asses. Oh, that silly Brooke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, there are about 2 weeks left until the move. I am getting more and more excited! Unfortunately, these next two weekends are already busy. On Saturday, Greg and I are going to open the new checking accounts at Wachovia and Sunday is the Baseball game. Next Saturday is my cousin April's baby shower down in Waldorf. So, I am thinking that after Greg and I go to the bank on Saturday, we're going to start bagging, boxing, and tubing things. There really isn't all that much to move since we've both moved in the last 12 months. Thankfully, I don't have to worry about my 1200lb couch and Greg isn't taking his couch-like things because Pat, Greg's other brother, is giving us his couches! So, out of the townhouse, I am moving my bedroom stuff and the dining room table and chairs as well as a few kitchen items (plates, pots/pans, microwave, etc). We should be able to do it all in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I moved all my private posts from my Y! 360 blog to my 'secret garden' as I'm calling it, and re-opened the Y! 360 blog. It was interesting to read all the stuff I wrote about in March and April. My god, was I emotionally nuts back then. I feel, that with each month/cycle, my emotions are becoming a little more stable. So far, *knock on wood* I don't feel as insecure about some things that I did last month, but at the same time, I haven't started my cycle, yet (and I know it's on the way because my appetite has increased significantly, my lower back hurts, especially on the left side, I am feeling a little crampy, etc). So, we shall see how the week goes. At least my cycle will be over in time for moving; I hope. I didn't take my active pill on Sunday and I still haven't started. But, no matter what, I am going to start my new pack this coming Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, at work, I ran across a very fascinating blog about infertility. The lady has an amazing writing and story telling style! I was completely engulfed in her blog and was reading from the very beginning. I plan on finishing up today (thankfully, we're fully staffed and the calls have died down some). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while, after the doctor told me that it would be nearly impossible for me to conceive on my own due to PCOS, I researched infertility treatments and Adam and I even talked about seeing a specialist just to get an idea of what our options would be when we were ready. Obviously, something changed from 2002 to 2006. It's 'weird' to think, but Adam and I were together for nearly 8 years and we never became pregnant; Greg and I were 'together' for 8 months and I become pregnant. Hmm, makes one think ... guess we'll never know... Anyway, there is hope for those out there that have been told 'you can not conceive naturally.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-2393467634183827761?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/2393467634183827761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=2393467634183827761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/2393467634183827761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/2393467634183827761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/06/surprises-and-fathers-day.html' title='Surprises and Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-1979383907693525979</id><published>2007-06-12T10:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T14:20:49.460-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>-No Subject-</title><content type='html'>Fun! Another busy morning at work!!! I love it when we're short staffed; makes my days so entertaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was interesting. Greg and I had a talk. We talked about a 'problem'. I warned him, though, that tonight might not be the best night to get into any type of discussion because I am about to start my cycle and my emotions are out of balance. Greg wanted to talk about why I get upset if he has to stay late for work. I told him that the whole reason he was to come over on Mon and Wed was to help with Amelia, so that I get some 'time off' of the responsibilities. Yet, if he has to stay late for work, then he's not really helping me and what is the point of driving all the way over if the help I needed is no longer needed and he replied "to be with you". I told him that I am afraid that once we're living together that I still won't be seeing him as much and that he'll only spend time with Amelia on the weekends, when he's not working. In all, Greg wants me to understand that if he has work to do that requires him to stay past 6pm, he's going to be late. I told him that I understood that, BUT, if you tell me that you're leaving at a specific time, like 6:30, then I am expecting you to be home within a certain time frame, knowing and understanding that there was work that kept you late, BUT if you don't leave at a time you told me you were, then I become upset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Greg felt that I wasn't appreciating his efforts, which isn't true, and I told him it feels like I'm doing this alone. I know this is a busy time of year for him and I know he isn't working nearly as much over time as he used to. But, at the same time, it still feels like I am doing this, being with Amelia, alone while he still has his full 'day off' on Sundays and the rest of the week when he's not over at my place. He can still do all the things he wants without having to take care of a 5 month old. He doesn't have to wait to eat, clean, talk on the phone, use the computer, take a shower, etc., where as I HAVE to wait until Amelia is asleep before I can do half of the things I want to do. And, usually, by the time she's finally fallen asleep, I've lost all motivation to even do much of anything. I need Greg to be on time and help in order for me to feel like I am getting anything accomplished. This past Sunday was great! I did so much in my room and I felt GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well between Greg an me. At the end of the night, he told me that it feels really good, to him, to be able to talk about 'items' on his mind, rather than 'bite his tongue' and pretend everything is ok when it's not, as he has done with past relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our conversation, Greg and I watched Hells Kitchen. Greg is completely hooked on this show! And, this Wednesday, a new season of Top Chef starts on Bravo! Greg is really excited about this show as well. So far, I've turned Greg onto Scrubs, Heros, Hells Kitchen, Top Chef, Deal or No Deal (though we don't watch that show anymore), and a few more I can't remember at this moment. Granted, there are some shows that Greg and I don't enjoy together, such as America's Got Talent. Greg can't stand this show, and I could do without watching Modern Marvels (although, I will admit some of the episodes are interesting, but not enough to keep me a regular viewer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Hells Kitchen was over, Greg and I went upstairs to lay in bed. We didn't turn the TV on or anything. We talked. And, did 'other' things. During the talking, I asked Greg if he feels we'd make it if we did marry each other. He, as well as I do, feels that we would. Especially since we are very open with each other and talk to each other when something is bothering us. But, I probed some more ,and asked what if after two years we realize we're not able to work out together, and Greg stated that we would know by now if we were going to make it or not; which is true. Greg and I have been friends for nearly 2 years (the 'anniversary' is Aug. 20, 2005) and if we didn't get along, then we wouldn't be where we are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg is the first person I've ever truly wanted to be with for the rest of my life. I can not imagine life without Greg. I get excited and giddy when I think about the future with Greg, such as trips, buying our first house together, extending our family, and much more. I've even started to 'daydream' about our wedding. I know I've said that I don't want a big, traditional, or anything close to a 'normal' wedding, but now I think I've changed my mind. Sorta. I'm thinking something small and close to home. I don't know if I want a wedding dress, at this time, or the traditonal brides maid and groomsmen, but I do think I want an event of some sort. Anyway, that's way in the future. Right now, I'm most eager about the engagement and how he's going to propose me. I've sent Greg pictures of rings that I've found of interest when ever I go to a mall or some place similar. I don't want anything too big, a half carat would be ideal. I like simple and unique designs. So, I'm pretty easy to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing at a time for now. First was the new car, now we have the move and adjustment. Then, maybe a few months down the road, will be the proposal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-1979383907693525979?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/1979383907693525979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=1979383907693525979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/1979383907693525979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/1979383907693525979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-subject.html' title='-No Subject-'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-697716775365230035</id><published>2007-06-11T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T17:57:54.845-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>17 Days and Counting...</title><content type='html'>I am so freaking excited about moving! Today, I've called BG&amp;E to transfer the service to my new address, I've called my car insurance agent to remove the Pontiac from my insurance policy and am waiting for the faxed paper to sign and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~* Fast Forward to 4:25pm *~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been insanely busy, which doesn't help matters when we're short on staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my lunch, I read my blog entries from this time last year on Y! 360 (which is still private, but I'm working on that) and MySpace (www.myspace.com/frye79). It's interesting to go back in time. OMG! I so remember the drama I went through with CCTA and Weis! It's hard to believe that I left Weis last June 17th. That's the day I cut my finger on one of the meat slicers. I was lucky enough not to cut it off, but I did get the tip! There was so much blood too! I even put on a size small glove to use a tourniquet to help stop the bleeding, which worked a little, but there was still some pretty significant bleeding. After a few hours, the bleeding did stop and a scab formed. I now have a scar on the tip of my finger! My finger print will never be the same. Boo-hoo. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, while Sean and I were cooking dinner, we were talking and he said that he wants to have a baby. I asked him if he's enjoyed having Amelia around and he said yes. Sean is also happy that we're going to be living close together after the move (practically across the parking lot). I am happy to have him around and for him to see Amelia reach her milestones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love listening to Amelia 'talk'. It's like she's telling a story in her words. She will babble and then shriek for joy and then babble some more. I really need to upload the video clip that Greg took yesterday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Amelia doesn't cry in the morning when she's hungry. On Sunday, she slept until 9:30am and that was when Greg and I woke her! We gave her a shower and then fed her and by then it's was 10:30am! Greg and I were wondering if we should be concerned about her recent sleeping and eating changes, but decided to see how she was for the rest of the day; and she was fine. Although, last night she was a sreaming terror around 6:45-7:00pm. Around 7:30, I took her upstairs and gave her some baby tylenol to help her teething pain and she feel asleep within 15 minutes and was out for the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I talked about opening our joint checking about with Wachovia. He wants to wait a little longer, until June 23, but I honestly can't wait that long so we're going to go to the bank this coming weekend! And, Wachovia has a promotion going on that they will give $25 for opening a new account by referral! So, if all goes well, Greg will get $25 for opening his own checking account and then I'll get $25 for referring him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-697716775365230035?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/697716775365230035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=697716775365230035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/697716775365230035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/697716775365230035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/06/17-days-and-counting.html' title='17 Days and Counting...'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-235346623278905309</id><published>2007-06-10T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T22:40:13.205-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Accomplished</title><content type='html'>Last night, Greg stayed the night again and this morning he took Amelia home with him so that I could work on my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so much stuff done! I didn't 'pack' anything, yet, but I did go through all of Amelia's clothes and put away the items that are too small or are too warm (out of season). So, basically, I cleaned out her drawer in my dresser and all that was left were her socks. Now, what I plan on doing with Amelia's items are, either give some to my cousin, April, who is having a girl, or possibly some to Greg's ex-girlfriends sister who is having a baby in Jan. 08. Greg read his exes blog on Friday and told me that her sister was pregnant. I don't know how Greg's ex would feel about me giving her Amelia's stuff, especially since I've never met nor talked to her, but she did buy Amelia a gift, so that's something, right? Anyway, there is plenty of time to debate this thought. Besides, the sex of the baby is unknown at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I did all the laundry, swept and mopped my floor, cleaned out the liter box, and cleaned my vanity area. The room looks great! I did take pictures but I haven't uploaded them, yet. Maybe tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 4pm, I arrived at Greg's and hung out for a little while and then headed out to Super Fresh. I stopped at the one that I used to work at back in 2003, when I lived in Baltimore, off of Rt. 40. It was weird seeing so many people still there that worked there when I did! So, I went into the check out line that had someone that I recognized and he recognized me as well! It was nice to catch-up for the 15 minutes checking out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home around 6 and Sean played with Amelia while I cooked dinner, chicken fajitas and Spanish rice. Everything turned out so good! Sean actually cooked the rice and what he did was add a whole can of salsa to a box of Spanish rice and white rice and it actually turned out really good! I also made a pitcher of tea. I don't know if I did it right. Not surprisingly, I was slightly confused by the directions but thought it couldn't be any difficult than making coffee, right? In any event, the tea tastes good so I think I did it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the tea brewing thing so much, I am going to buy one for my Mom for her birthday. I've already gotten her a digital thermometer and a "I Love Lucy" purse (which is what she wants since she saw one at Charles Co. Mall when I went for the funeral). I got a pretty good deal on eBay for the purse. It even came with a wallet and checkbook cover, which I am currently using. I am still waiting on my other order from eBay; Avon's Hollywood Pink lotion and perfume. I fell in love with the lotion a few years ago but haven't bought any in a while. I got a really good deal on that order as well; $15 for everything including shipping. Oddly, though, I paid for the Avon stuff before the "I Love Lucy" and I got the purse first. Hmm, guess I should check with that seller about the status of that order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am feeling pretty good. I am tired, but mentally happy. This weekend, I watched 3 movies. Norbit, The Messengers, and Fried Green Tomato's. Right now, Sean has Hedwig and the Angry Inch on. Not my thing. Has it's moments, but ... Meh. Norbit wasn't as good as it was lead to be. That too had it's moments, but not enough for me to be truly entertained. The Messengers was better, but not by much. Today, Sean and I watched Fried Green Tomato's. We haven't seen that movie in a long time and it was On Demand. Gotta love Comcast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am ready to shower and go to bed. Another week has begun and we're another week closer to moving. I really can't wait for this move. I can't wait to see what's it going to be like for Greg and I to be living together as a family. It's been a while since I daydreamed that I would like the Nuclear Family lifestyle. Not since I was with Adam and during the beginning of the relationship. For a while, I changed my mind about having a family. After what I went through with Adam, I had completely changed my mind. I wanted to be single for a while and have fun. I was single for almost 2 years. And instead of having fun, I was working 2 jobs. But, I feel I grew up a lot during that time. I learned what I wanted in life, sorta, at least who I wanted to spend my life with; someone fun and carefree just as I am. Someone that could keep a job. Someone that was as spontaneous as me. Someone that would try something that I like. And so much more. And, that person turned out to be Greg. I did date a little while single and that was interesting all in itself. Ugh, there was this one guy that would not let me finish a single sentice. He would start talking as if I wasn't even saying anything. I only saw him twise. He kept calling me and finally, after a few months, he stopped. But, I had a real reason as to why I stopped talking to him, I was too exhausted from working 2 jobs to talk to anyone for that matter. I really did loose a lot of friends when I started working 2 jobs. I just didn't have the time or energy to go out with anyone. I am honestly surprised that Greg and I remained friends. But, I am glad we did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into a ramble. I've got to go to bed. Nighty night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-235346623278905309?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/235346623278905309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=235346623278905309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/235346623278905309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/235346623278905309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/06/accomplished.html' title='Accomplished'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-9026212452317490415</id><published>2007-06-09T17:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T21:15:50.918-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Shop, Spend, and Enjoy</title><content type='html'>Greg and I did so much today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were up and showered and dressed, we went to Wachovia to get a money order. I decided to pay the rest of the security deposit since I had the money available. Sean and Aaron went with us to do the same. Ugh, I will never get another money order from the bank. They charged me $5 for a piece of paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, once we got the money order, we went to the Pontiac to get the tag off and after that Sean and Aaron headed to the rental complex and Greg and I headed to the MVA Express in Columbia to turn in my tag. Greg and I had a small argument on the way to the MVA. We're over it now. He just didn't agree on my parking when we stopped to get the tag off the Pontiac. So, once we arrived at the MVA Express, the line was practically out the door! But, there was no line for the tag drop-off station!! And the reason why was because it was closed. Bastards! So, I had to drop off the tag in their drop box. I really didn't want to do that because I wanted my receipt to fax to my insurance agent and get the Pontiac off ASAP. Meh, I'll just wait until I get the letter in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were done at the MVA Express, we headed over to the rental complex to give them the rest of the security deposit. And, to our surprise, Sean and Aaron were still there! So, we finished our business at the same time and decide to head over to Bennigan's for lunch. For the four of us, food, drinks, and alcoholic beverages, the total was $82! I was expecting over $100. I treated everyone to lunch and Sean paid the tip. While there, Amelia was the main attraction from all the female servers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we all headed over to Target to do a little window shopping for our up coming move. Plus, we wanted to get a teething ring for Amelia. She is growing her first tooth! We can see the little white spot on her lower gum line! Yeah, I ended u spending $110. I bought Greg his Father's Day present, a ice tea maker. Something that he's been looking for for a while. We also picked up more nooks for Amelia, salt and pepper mills, cards for Greg and Van, soda's, Reisen candies (for work) and other things that I can't think of at the moment (it's 9:00pm as I write). After Target, we went to Giant to pick up formula but they didn't have enough (I use WIC), but we picked up other items (cereal, cheese, milk, juice) with my WIC checks as well as a few other items, like watermelon! I can't wait to try the watermelon tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we made it home, Greg put the stuff away while I played with Amelia. She's extremely talkative now a days. Earlier this morning, Greg recorded Amelia's babble and later I am going to post it on YouTube and put it on here for all to listen. Her talks are so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia fell asleep around 6:45. She only ate 2.5 bottles today. That's not much, compared to her normal consumption. But, I think she has the same eating habit as me; little, if any, appetite when it's hot outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Amelia was asleep, Greg and I layed in bed and talked about the future and past, as well as the concern on his mind. I can't write about his concern because it's personal, at least on here. But, it could have a huge impact on our life and where we can live. His concern isn't going to make me not want to live or marry him, I know the truth of what happend. In due time, everything will be over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-9026212452317490415?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/9026212452317490415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=9026212452317490415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/9026212452317490415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/9026212452317490415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/06/shop-spend-and-enjoy.html' title='Shop, Spend, and Enjoy'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-8114793131536621741</id><published>2007-06-08T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T15:30:51.572-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Feeling Pretty Good</title><content type='html'>I received my second pay check today! My bank account has never had this much money in it before and it feels so damn good! I took a screen shot of the account and plan on saving it because I know I will never see this amount again. Sad, yes, but that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my exemptions from 1 to 4! This will allow me to get more money with each pay check to help pay the car payment and insurance. Since I've gone half of 2007 with only one exemption, I am still expecting a huge tax refund next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, it's so freaking hot in the office today. What sucks about this complex is that the heat/ac isn't individually controlled, meaning that one unit and temperature is for the ENTIRE BUILDING! Who the hell designed this set-up? Anyway, I'm miserable and cranky because I am starting to perspire at my seat. We've already turned off the lights and closed all the blinds in our room and it's still freaking hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Sean went over the April and Brian's, our babysitter, to fix their a/c unit. Sean is only doing this because of Amelia; he doesn't want his niece suffering in the Maryland heat. Sean is so kinda, he's not even charging them to fix their unit! And, from what Sean tells me, it would normally cost them about $800. I told him he should at least bill them for something, especially since he's missing work to fix their unit. Sean doesn't want to impose on them for money. So, I am thinking that once Greg and I are set at the townhouse at the end of the month, we are going to buy him something nice with our referral money. Maybe. I haven't talked to Greg about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I are also talking about finding a new babysitter/daycare provider. It upsets us that April doesn't really do much with Amelia, especially with Amelia in her most important developmental phase of life. As far as I know, Amelia sits in front of the TV when she's with them. I honestly don't know if she actually plays with Amelia or not, but when I drop her off in the morning, she puts her in front of the TV or fish tank and when I pick her up in the evening, she's in front of the TV. Occasionally, they will be outside when the weather is nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I talked to my insurance agent about the Nissan. Of course, my premium went up. For the month of June, it went up $201 making my payment $285. My policy renews in July and the annual premium for both cars would be $175 a month with full coverage. Not as bad as I was expecting. But, I still need to get the Pontiac off the policy and I can't do that until I turn my tag in. I called Greg this morning letting him know and he actually became upset about the 'rules' (meaning that I have to turn the tag in before I can remove the car from my insurance). You see, Greg has USAA for his car insurance. USAA is military insurance and isn't available to anyone unless you 1. marry a covered person, or 2. are the offspring of someone that was in or currently is in the service and since Greg's dad was in the National Guard, he is eligiable for USAA. When I spoke to Greg about my insurance rate he said something along the lines of "we really have to get married soon for all the financial benefits". I was like, "What?!" and told him that I will not marry him for money and I don't want him to only marry me for money. LOL, it was a funny moment. Greg and I are pretty sure we're going to marry each other and spend the rest of our lives together. He, and I agree with him, just wants to wait until we've moved in together to make sure we can tolerate each other. But, I have a gut feeling that all is going to go well and that a year from now, I will be engaged to Greg. We just need to wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazingcounter.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c8.amazingcounters.com/counter.php?i=1759363&amp;c=5278402" alt="Hit Counters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4travelcoupons.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Discount Airfare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7385011-8114793131536621741?l=frye79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/feeds/8114793131536621741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7385011&amp;postID=8114793131536621741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/8114793131536621741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7385011/posts/default/8114793131536621741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frye79.blogspot.com/2007/06/feeling-pretty-good.html' title='Feeling Pretty Good'/><author><name>Frye79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14068854033801010337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385011.post-198358475893558028</id><published>2007-06-07T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T14:57:43.216-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>The past 7 days in review...</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday was when my 1996 Pontiac died on me on the BW Parkway with a little over 190K miles. Exactly 7 days later, I am driving a 2006 Nissan with a little over 27K miles!. I upgraded my car by 10 years, although I downgraded my features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how much fun, and nerve wracking, it is to drive stick! When I test drove the car at the dealership, I had a little hesitations about the car, but once I was in it and driving all the 'memories' of knowing how to drive stick came flooding back and I had no hesitations about choosing that car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through finance was interesting. First, Greg and I waited for nearly an hour. Poor Amelia was so tired. It was after 9:30pm by the time we got to talk to the finance people. The first 'offer' was for a 48 month payment at $458 a month! Greg and I were like, what the hell! Because, when we arrived at the dealership, we told the sales person what price range of a car and payment we can afford, all at the very beginning of the whole process. So, when the finance lady said her first offer, we were kinda pissed because we didn't want to waste our time with something we weren't going to be able to afford. After a little more negotiation, the finance lady made a 'final' offer of $305 for a monthly payment. Again, Greg and I were telling them what we could afford and even bargained for a monthly payment of $275 max. The finance lady asked if we could put an additional $400 down and we said no since I increased my initial down payment of $800 to $1000. After they hemmed and hawed, Greg and I were like, "it's late and we're tired. We can't afford your payment option and we can't increase our down payment. We'll try Carmax since we know that there is a lender out there that will finance me." At that point, the finance lady told us to wait for a few minutes and she came back and took $400 off the total price in order to get my monthly payment to $278!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 10:30pm, Greg and I were leaving the Antwerpen Nissan dealership and heading home (Greg was driving the rental car and was driving back to his office since he forgot his overnight bag in his car). I got home around 11pm and brought Sean and Aaron out to check out the new car. Currently, of all the people in my family, I drive the most current car (by year). Usually, I was the one that drove the oldest car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I called the bank to check my balance. I was expecting it to be in the negative but to my delight, it was in the positive and well over any amount I was expecting! My ING withdrawal came through hella early! I was expecting it to come in something next week or the week after! I closed the account on Tuesday and had the money Thursday! Way to go ING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad in the last 7 days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sitting on the side of 295 for 4 hours&lt;br /&gt;- Learning that my car needs a new engine and that it would cost $5200&lt;br /&gt;- Having to pay over $300 for a car rental&lt;br /&gt;- All the stress that I went through about the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good that has happened in the last 7 days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Greg and I finally finding a place to live together&lt;br /&gt;- Sean and Aaron moving to the same complex&lt;br /&gt;- Actually being approved for financing a car&lt;br /&gt;- Buying my very first car (and doing so all by myself)&lt;br /&gt;- Receiving my IRA 2 weeks sooner than expected&lt;br /&gt;- Paying everything with the IRA check AND still have more than enough money at the end of the month for the move and expenses relat
