<?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-9132670272359888893</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:34:57.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>::this is OUR moment, so dear::</title><subtitle type='html'>--life of an ordinary girl--</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-2724573288880024217</id><published>2010-08-11T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T19:33:03.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grr. This is why I don't like Georgetown Cops.</title><content type='html'>Here is my letter to the Georgetown Times. I am HIGHLY pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am highly dissappointed in our law system in Georgetown County. First, the guy who escaped TWICE in the same day. Now, a SHERRIFF letting a RV almost HIT another car and not do a thing. Tonight I was at the red light going towards Andrews by McDonald's, and the RV was in the right lane (going straight only.) Our light turned green, and the RV proceeded to go towards Charleston, almosting hitting the car in front of me. WIth the SHERRIFF at the red light IN FRONT OF US! What if the RV had hit them? What if they had hit me? And for the sherriff to sit there and do nothing! That makes me angry. Yes, this guy didn't harm anyone, this time. What if he was intoxicated and hits someone down the road? That guy could do some damage and the cop does nothing to stop him. I am very angry and DO NOT appreciate our cops in Georgetown for doing things like this. Oh, a seatbelt ticket, they will spot you 20 miles away. Letting someone do an ILLEGAL turn in front of them, "Oh well, let them go." Tsk Tsk. Shame on you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Aimee *******.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-2724573288880024217?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/2724573288880024217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=2724573288880024217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/2724573288880024217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/2724573288880024217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/08/grr-this-is-why-i-dont-like-georgetown.html' title='Grr. This is why I don&apos;t like Georgetown Cops.'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-741632155800159691</id><published>2010-08-08T21:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T21:53:56.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super busy!</title><content type='html'>The past couple of days have been busy! Having to deal with the awful unemployment office, and looking for work. I have finnaly got both figured out!! I start work tomorrow, well, technically, today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and now I own my very own RAINBOWS!! eek! and I get the bigger room with my OWN bathroom! eek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also finally seen the possum that hides out on the back porch and attacks the cat! Jeremy scared him 3 times! Bhaha, good stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I must sleep, since I start WORK bright and early!! Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-741632155800159691?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/741632155800159691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=741632155800159691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/741632155800159691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/741632155800159691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/08/super-busy.html' title='Super busy!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-7389411635482906671</id><published>2010-08-02T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T17:28:21.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EEK!</title><content type='html'>The past couple of days have been amazing! Hung out with the best at Castaways! Got me a netbook, and rainbows! Life has been pretty good, considering I have been real sick lately. Feeling soooo much better today. So very glad for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy has also been easier to be around, now that he's relaxed some! I know he will always be there when I need him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also very glad and thankful for all the friends that I have. I love them lots. New and old. I know who will be here for a while, and I love them more! Just feeling very blessed for all my friends, and the people I call family... Kris and Mary Beth Hammerstone, Christina Blevins, Tabby Collins, Jeremy (duh)... I love them all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all my amazing friends!! I love you guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-7389411635482906671?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/7389411635482906671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=7389411635482906671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/7389411635482906671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/7389411635482906671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/08/eek.html' title='EEK!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-8509868139593449377</id><published>2010-07-30T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T11:00:07.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to go to Mimi's House.</title><content type='html'>It's been a few days, and I have forgotten what last happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Brunch with the family, meaning Ham, Allen, Ky and mom! Ky was a trip! She wanted Chicken, and nothing else. I ordered grits, and when they came out she wanted mine! I split them with her, but she wanted the bowl! I then gave my little princess the bowl, and ate off the plate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she wanted to eat the butter right out of the container! My silly girl! Oh, and she tried to drink out of the ketchup bottle. She is a riot today! After she ate almost all of her grits, she wanted in my lap. She saw the chicken that she originally wanted on my plate, and said "Mimi, I want your chicken." Baha. I told her to take them. She took one bite, chewed, swallowed and said "Mimi, it's hot. You blow." She is such a lazy baby around me!! She know's Mimi will do it all for her! I love her bunches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like Tuesday night. I went out to mom's to see Ky for a bit. She was having a happy meal from McDonald's. Chicken nuggets, yum. She saw me, put her fries and nuggets in the box, put it under her arm. Then grabbed her sweet and sour sauce and her Littlest Pet Shop Kola Bear toy and said, "Mimi, I am going to your house. Let's go." She is too cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to the Dollar general. Inside she wanted to play with a balloon. No, she did NOT want to take it home (that's a shocker to me!). She just wanted to hold it. She did, however, want a slinky and a quack quack whistle. :D Aunt B, my mom, was more than happy to buy her Ky those. Oh, and a bag of cheetos. She handed her toys, also including a bracelet set, to the cashier, who once the cheetos where rung in, gave them back to Ky. The cashier's facial expression when Ky said "thank you" was priceless. Ky proceeded to hand them to me, saying "Open please Mimi." That one word, Mimi, makes me feel so happy! Ky loves her Mimi. I opened them, then we headed to the car. She was so nice to put in the carseat today. When I got home, I was giving her goodbye hugs and sugars, and she had cheeto all over her mouth. yum. :D Cheeto sugar's are the BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day has been pretty good. I just miss my KyLeigh Shea so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-8509868139593449377?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/8509868139593449377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=8509868139593449377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/8509868139593449377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/8509868139593449377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-want-to-go-to-mimis-house.html' title='I want to go to Mimi&apos;s House.'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-6878902073191881256</id><published>2010-07-26T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T22:57:54.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job fair Bust?</title><content type='html'>Today I was informed by a friend of a job fair in town. I've been out of work so I was anxious to go. I get there to be told there is only ONE business there: Dollar General. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy and I had went and retrieved Tabby so we could all go. They were just really hiring for a store manager. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We explained about how bad the one in Maryville is to the DISTRICT manager. He said that when we turn in an application, there is a little test we have to take to see if we even qualify for employment with them. I asked the lady at the MV store and she looked at me like I was crazy! I told him this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sent us over to the newest location in town to take the test. He told us to ask for the lady, Sylvia, but if she wasn't there, to ask for Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Jeremy found Sam, as Tabby and I found Sylvia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy said Sam was feeding him a load about how the application would stay on file, blah blah blah, when I turned around and said "Jeremy, I found Mrs. Sylvia." Bhah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 3 of us took that test, along with another lady that followed us there. The 3 of us passed, not sure about the other lady. But while waiting, Tabby and I talked further with Sylvia, about how things worked. We chatted about how Tabby's application and mine looked similar. As in our handwriting was just the same! It was crazy! We never noticed that until today when Mrs. Sylvia pointed it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Taco Bell (YUM!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Tabby to her boyfriends, who lives right down from me! I came home to do laundry and things, and Jeremy went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting tomorrow, I will have the house to myself for 2 weeks! Eek! They are going on vacation, and I am staying here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to try to sleep. It's been hard, considering the past few nights I have been sick and been staying up late... oh and the late night chats with old friends. But mostly the sickness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night all! Hoping for a better time with the job hunt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-6878902073191881256?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/6878902073191881256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=6878902073191881256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/6878902073191881256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/6878902073191881256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/07/job-fair-bust.html' title='Job fair Bust?'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-5032179435958538354</id><published>2010-07-25T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T20:23:24.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obessions</title><content type='html'>Since I don't seem to have too much to talk about tonight, I am going to type all the things I am obsessed with, to give you a little more of an idea of who aimee is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;Twilight Saga&lt;br /&gt;Rent, the movie&lt;br /&gt;"The Blue Girl" by Charles de Lint (amazing book!!)&lt;br /&gt;Movies in general&lt;br /&gt;Late night talks with good friends&lt;br /&gt;Microwavable pizzas&lt;br /&gt;Lima beans and rice :)&lt;br /&gt;Rice, gravy and Mac N Cheese from the Maryville diner &lt;br /&gt;FACEBOOK!!&lt;br /&gt;My Cellular Device :)&lt;br /&gt;My laptop&lt;br /&gt;My nieces, KyLeigh Shea and Jalyn Turtle :)&lt;br /&gt;Photographs, taking them and just having them&lt;br /&gt;Starting projects, and almost not finishing them &lt;br /&gt;Church&lt;br /&gt;My friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I have right now. I shall get back to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-5032179435958538354?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/5032179435958538354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=5032179435958538354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/5032179435958538354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/5032179435958538354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/07/obessions.html' title='Obessions'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-7771707661450061940</id><published>2010-07-25T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T10:44:44.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you didn't see it with your own eyes, or hear it with your own ears, don't invent it with your small mind and share it with your big mouth.</title><content type='html'>That is possibly the best quote ever. It's very true. Loads of people these days do this and it's very irritating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, still feeling awful, and I've no idea why. I hope it's not from eating at Wendy's the other day. That's the only thing I can think of, seeing that was the last time I ate, and after that is when I started feeling so rotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've not been well, I can't remember if I posted about my iPod being sold. If I did, oh well. If not, there's the news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, nothing ti report, except the fact that I missed church because I couldn't sleep last night. Bah. I hope I get over whatever this is, and soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-7771707661450061940?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/7771707661450061940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=7771707661450061940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/7771707661450061940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/7771707661450061940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-you-didnt-see-it-with-your-own-eyes.html' title='If you didn&apos;t see it with your own eyes, or hear it with your own ears, don&apos;t invent it with your small mind and share it with your big mouth.'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-2873162728557957958</id><published>2010-07-24T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T20:54:42.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah humbug.</title><content type='html'>That has been my favorite phrase lately. And to quote Perry, "It's not Christmas" My reply was that I use it all year long... Perry's reply, "You're a rebel." Yes, Yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I am lying in bed, feeling terribly rotten. I've no idea whats going on with me. I've not been hungry, been feeling just awful. Who knows. I hope I am not sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been off and on the computer all day, and after many texts/FB posts and craigslist posts, I have finally sold my ipod. I will miss it, but I know it has a good home now. At least I have my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to finish up the past couple of rotten days, I am in bed, with Harry Potter on the tv. I've moved up from the Prisoner to the Order for now. :) I may go back with the Prisoner at a later date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-2873162728557957958?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/2873162728557957958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=2873162728557957958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/2873162728557957958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/2873162728557957958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/07/bah-humbug.html' title='Bah humbug.'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-353166545818814600</id><published>2010-07-22T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T19:43:43.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Righty Mc Righter Pants.</title><content type='html'>Today was rough! All that drama and to think, it all happened before I even left my bed this morning. I just want to ask of all of my friends, and rabid reader (haha) That if you hear/see/read anything to do with me, whether bad or good, I want you to come to me, before you start talking to anyone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all adults, and I would like it to remain that way. Please, for all our sakes, if you have any questions, any at all, come to me. I even have a formspring and can/will answer questions that way. I have reinstated the anonymous option for QUESTIONS ONLY!! all other things that are rude/hateful will be going in the trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to those who will cooperate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this goes for everything. Ask BEFORE you assume, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-353166545818814600?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/353166545818814600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=353166545818814600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/353166545818814600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/353166545818814600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/07/righty-mc-righter-pants.html' title='Righty Mc Righter Pants.'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-1465876590533367927</id><published>2010-07-22T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T13:12:08.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy does LOVE me</title><content type='html'>Just a few moments ago, my mother made a very public announcement about "f" and told her to stop. Now you know at least what parental unit it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she commented on the posts of "f"... "IF ANY YA'LL WANNA BRING A CAN OF WHOOP A**, BRING IT !! TO GET TO AIMEE, YA GOTTA GO THROUGH ME 1ST, AND I DONT THINK YOU WANNA DO THAT!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I starred out part of the word, but this is what she said to her friend, followed by "YA'LL WANT DIRECTIONS?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she said something... almost a year later, but in this case better late than never... She even deleted her friends rude (lying) reply to mom's post. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-1465876590533367927?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/1465876590533367927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=1465876590533367927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/1465876590533367927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/1465876590533367927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/07/mommy-does-love-me.html' title='Mommy does LOVE me'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-6152208173829473430</id><published>2010-07-22T12:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T12:44:52.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry Beyond Belief.</title><content type='html'>I posted that long blog yesterday about friend, and how they were still bothering me after I stopped. Then I said I emailed them about that post. This morning, I wake up to a horrible, surprise? I guess? I don't know what you would call it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loving best friend alarmed me, when she told me that friend posted things about me. Not just about me, but my FULL name. Um, excuse me? I posted that WHOLE blog yesterday without mentioning names or even genders, and they want to post my NAME and a very nasty, hateful FB WALL post about me? Then a so called friend of mine and a family member comment, and not only NOT tell them to stop, but one of them was EGGING them on! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have spoken to said parental unit several times and even emailed them this morning. All they had to say about that previous post was "Where is your name?" Honestly parental unit? I sent P.U (parental unit from here on out) all the exchanges between f (friend from here on out) and my replies. I didn't even edit any of it. and yet P.U. seriously asked where my name was? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my name is PLASTERED all over the wall of f's FB and I promise you, as the day is young, the sky is blue, and the grass is green and as my name is AIMEE LOUISE ZURCHER that if P.U. does NOT put a stop to this, I will no longer speak to them, about them, or have any evidence, photo's, or anything to do with them again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM THEIR FLESH AND BLOOD! I WAS BORN OF THEM! I WAS RAISED TO NOT TAKE THIS OR LET OTHER DO THIS TO MY FAMILY! But where is my family now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-6152208173829473430?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/6152208173829473430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=6152208173829473430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/6152208173829473430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/6152208173829473430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/07/angry-beyond-belief.html' title='Angry Beyond Belief.'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-3071756819484444380</id><published>2010-07-22T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T00:35:59.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very, Very... Angry?</title><content type='html'>Haven't mentioned much of this, because to me, it wasn't that big of a deal. Until now. One of my parental units has a very loud, obnoxious friend. Very rude also. "Friend" believes they know every detail and aspect of my life, and since they being a "god" apparently, they know all, and anything I say, is a lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it started last fall. Said friend only wants to hear what the parental unit has to say before making any accusations or remarks. Said friend doesn't ask me a thing, not a single thing. Friend only cares about half the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend began saying very rude things on facebook about my brother, other parental unit and myself. Nothing about my sister. My sister is a "god" too, to this friend, she can do no wrong. I got angry, and retaliated. You won't talk smack until you know the WHOLE story. Things go ugly. Friend started things not only with my brother, other parental unit and myself, but with my friends, and Jeremy too. It turned BRUTAL before the first parental unit would say a word to friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stopped for a few weeks. Jeremy and I got me a diamond for Christmas... It was posted on FB, along with other activities that I enjoyed around that time with Jeremy and Myleah. Friend sent me a rather cheerful, yet nosey email. This was a Wednesday. I was going to wait a day or 2 to reply. The very next day, Thursday, I had a very rude email from Friend, saying how I took my parental unit for granted, and how I abuse said parental unit and all I do is mooch. Which is a lie, until November of last year. and even then I didn't really mooch. I did my part. Then when I got a temporary job at Christmas, I helped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then is stopped for a few months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know, I have a few spare facebook accounts for gaming reasons. Friend found one of them in the past month and started emailing me again. Then told me to stop bothering them. See anything fishy or odd here? We had our choice words and all, and I got tired of it, so I blocked friend. I am tired of this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, well rather about an hour ago, I was on a spare account, and saw something friend had posted on the parental units page, and decided to check out the page... to find this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIEND I love it when mooching losers run their fat pie holes and dont know what their talking about.To all you LOSERS out there YOU ARE DEAD TO ME.LEAVE ME ALONE.Good bye!&lt;br /&gt;July 13 at 10:17am&lt;br /&gt;2 people like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe, not a ONE comment told them to stop, that FB is not the place to handle that. Then for them to say "LEAVE ME ALONE" When all I did was tell them to just stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please correct me if I am wrong, but when someone HUNTS down a fake facebook of mine to email ME rude things, how am I bothering them? I don't know but I am tired of this. And if you are FRIEND, and you are reading this, the time to stop is now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going off to sleep, or try to anyways. Good night everyone else, but friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-3071756819484444380?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/3071756819484444380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=3071756819484444380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/3071756819484444380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/3071756819484444380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/07/very-very-angry.html' title='Very, Very... Angry?'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-8451297243925125568</id><published>2010-07-21T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T15:38:06.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tralalala-Rain.</title><content type='html'>Right now is a pretty good part of my day. Nice little storm a brewin' and a super clean house! Not to forget the nicely mowed yard! A big thanks to my baby for that one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do a lot today. Woke up a little late again, but that's to be expected since I was passed out for 5 hours yesterday afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy called about 12ish saying he was going to come over, and I was like "Why not wait til a little later, so ti won't be so hot." He agreed to come over at 2, which, if you ask me, was still very hot. While he mowed, I did the inside stuff. We finished about the same time, and he went home to shower, as he was very sweaty! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I have been on FB and such, adding lots of new free things to Freebie Stalker. Very Excited about the newest members! I hope more are added everyday!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I shall rest some more. Like mentioned above, nothing too interesting happened today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-8451297243925125568?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/8451297243925125568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=8451297243925125568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/8451297243925125568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/8451297243925125568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/07/tralalala-rain.html' title='Tralalala-Rain.'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-7519377871549099299</id><published>2010-07-20T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T20:45:44.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Stinks Sometimes.</title><content type='html'>Here I am, yet again, up late, watching Harry Potter. I do love Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day has been short for me. I woke up late with a headache, then when I got up and moving, Louise wanted to go to the diner. PERFECT! Since I was feeling bad and didn't want to walk. We arrived, and who did I see. A really old friend, Abe!! Haven't seen him in a long time, but it was good to see him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we ate, and I talked to mom a bit. Got my strainer and my valentine jammie pants. I love them! So soft and comfy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, I was going to finish my laundry from yesterday, and then do some house work. My headache still did not ease! I really hate taking medication, so I tried to wait to see if it would ease off. I laid down, and elevated my knee. Then I passed out. I was out from 12-ish to about 5:45. Then I remembered the Ladies Meeting at church. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was at 7, but something said, "Hey, it could be at 6!". I texted a few people, and got no replies as fast as I generally would. It being quarter til, most of them would already be at the church. No one gets signal inside. I call Jeremy and ask him if he would take me. I do the super rush to get ready and be outside. I ended up walking down to the dollar store while waiting. I am impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy picks me up from there and we arrived at church at 6:13. No one is there. Then I start thinking, well maybe its not tonight. I again try to call Christy with no answer. I ask Jeremy to wait with me a few more minutes. If it was at 7, then someone would be there at 6:30. Finally, around 6:30 Mrs. Karen showed up!! Yay! I am not crazy after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun night! We had a "Family Feud" like game, based on different things in the bible. And it was hard!! The 2 winners, Ms. Vickie for having the most right, and Mrs Brenda, who had to battle it out with Mrs. Ann for 2nd, won a big ice cream bowl, with 4 mini dessert cups and a set of matching plastic ware. :) Well played, ladies, well played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, I get home, Mrs Louise isn't here, she was at hardees, and Mr. John was outside doing a little yard work. Well I come in for a few minutes, and I find out why I had such a horrible headache! I tell you this, I have never experienced this, the horrible symptoms or side affects or whatever you want to call them that go with the not-so-please gift from mother nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all off, I didn't have a thing I needed nor the money. I found a very last minute resource to fix my situation, but I hated to do it. There for my conclusion is that life stinks sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-7519377871549099299?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/7519377871549099299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=7519377871549099299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/7519377871549099299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/7519377871549099299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-stinks-sometimes.html' title='Life Stinks Sometimes.'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-3878339918709682836</id><published>2010-07-18T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T12:57:12.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am blessed :)</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up, went to church, and came home. Then I went out with Jeremy for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music was good; I miss having a drummer. The message was great, GO AFTER JERUSALEM!! Don't settle for Heb-rem. And I am going to that Bible Study Intro tonight. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with my baby! We went to BK (my favorite american fast food, Taco bell is my other favorite!) Then to Walmart. We got into a little tiff, but we are tougher and stronger than that &lt;3 Love him! Then we went to Food Lion, he helped me get some food, since I am out of money. I love him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran into Bernie and Micah! Micah is so cute! He got a little jealous, because we were talking to Mommy instead of playing with him, so he squealed a little! Oh but he's still adorable :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he brought me home, and helped me unpack the groceries and he left so I can relax and clean some before I go to church tonight. I bought some chocolate covered doughnuts, but some of the chocolate melted! Oh no! I hope they are still good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, while I was in here updating Freebie Stalker, Louise came in, and gave me some more clothes :) A bunch of tanks tops :) I am excited! And she gave me a hoodie, a few regular shirts, and a few pairs of pants :) I am so very excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, today has been a great day! I miss my girls though, my Mookie and Ky-Fry. Them silly girls :) Well, I'm off for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-3878339918709682836?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/3878339918709682836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=3878339918709682836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/3878339918709682836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/3878339918709682836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-blessed.html' title='I am blessed :)'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-3679676066360829943</id><published>2010-07-17T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T21:44:48.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For you... you know who you are...</title><content type='html'>"I pray your brakes go out runnin’ down a hill &lt;br /&gt;I pray a flowerpot falls from a window sill and knocks you in the head like I’d like to &lt;br /&gt;I pray your birthday comes and nobody calls &lt;br /&gt;I pray you’re flyin’ high when your engine stalls &lt;br /&gt;I pray all your dreams never come true &lt;br /&gt;Just know whereever you are honey, I pray for you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-3679676066360829943?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/3679676066360829943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=3679676066360829943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/3679676066360829943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/3679676066360829943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-you-you-know-who-you-are.html' title='For you... you know who you are...'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-4530347583828385359</id><published>2010-07-17T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T21:22:34.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger.</title><content type='html'>Why must people be so chicken, so rude, and then won't even identify themselves? They sit at home, hiding behind their computer screen where they can talk all this mess and act all big and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you be the big "adult" you claim to be and say who you are? Oh I know who you are, I am not slow at all. But why must you claim to be "too old for drama so get to steppin!" but yet you CAUSE all the drama in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why... you aren't loved like I am. I am loved by a GREAT man, and that bothers you because you can't find anyone as amazing. And no one likes you, really. You honestly don't even like yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do us all a favor, Grow up and worry about your's and leave me and mine alone. Have a not so great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-4530347583828385359?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/4530347583828385359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=4530347583828385359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/4530347583828385359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/4530347583828385359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/07/anger.html' title='Anger.'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-946772503016939307</id><published>2010-07-17T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T00:18:36.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:) This made my night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TEFZOZyUvuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OdX_AJ561Hg/s1600/goomba.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 139px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TEFZOZyUvuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OdX_AJ561Hg/s400/goomba.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494771124343717602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-946772503016939307?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/946772503016939307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=946772503016939307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/946772503016939307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/946772503016939307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-made-my-night.html' title=':) This made my night'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TEFZOZyUvuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OdX_AJ561Hg/s72-c/goomba.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-5909877295702256288</id><published>2010-07-16T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T00:09:20.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love her :)</title><content type='html'>*This is an actual conversation I had last night. Her name has been changed but none of the conversation will be :) She is silly and I love her! Btw, she had a few drinks, just a FYI*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02:33Me youre back EEEKKKK &lt;br /&gt;02:33HER&lt;br /&gt;hi goomba&lt;br /&gt;02:33Me&lt;br /&gt;shudders rawr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;02:33HER&lt;br /&gt;ima drunkie&lt;br /&gt;lil bit&lt;br /&gt;02:33Me&lt;br /&gt;ur lucky&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;a lil&lt;br /&gt;02:33HER&lt;br /&gt;numb my sore thing&lt;br /&gt;in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;helps&lt;br /&gt;02:33Me&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;02:34HER&lt;br /&gt;margaritas&lt;br /&gt;02:34Me&lt;br /&gt;yum&lt;br /&gt;02:34HER&lt;br /&gt;yum&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;scooooob&lt;br /&gt;02:34Me&lt;br /&gt;u lucky whore  i love ya!&lt;br /&gt;02:34HER&lt;br /&gt;soo what moviee did u sees&lt;br /&gt;02:34Me&lt;br /&gt;order of the phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;02:34HER&lt;br /&gt;harpottery&lt;br /&gt;02:34Me&lt;br /&gt;lmao&lt;br /&gt;how much did you drink?&lt;br /&gt;02:34HER&lt;br /&gt;so staggerin sweet&lt;br /&gt;looompas&lt;br /&gt;02:34Me&lt;br /&gt;lmao&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 you!&lt;br /&gt;02:35HER&lt;br /&gt;i luv u too babynator&lt;br /&gt;u need pigtails&lt;br /&gt;02:35Me&lt;br /&gt;u make-a me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;i can do pig tails&lt;br /&gt;02:35HER&lt;br /&gt;piiggy twales with the thingys&lt;br /&gt;the little stringy thingy&lt;br /&gt;02:35Me&lt;br /&gt;i love thingies lmao&lt;br /&gt;02:35HER&lt;br /&gt;its loooopery&lt;br /&gt;02:35Me&lt;br /&gt;bows&lt;br /&gt;02:35HER&lt;br /&gt;n shiny&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;bows&lt;br /&gt;bosssss&lt;br /&gt;bow s a r e bosses&lt;br /&gt;whoopity&lt;br /&gt;02:36Me&lt;br /&gt;hee hee&lt;br /&gt;02:36HER&lt;br /&gt;glonk&lt;br /&gt;kehehee&lt;br /&gt;02:36Me&lt;br /&gt;ur funny babe&lt;br /&gt;02:36HER&lt;br /&gt;yuup&lt;br /&gt;boootay&lt;br /&gt;poshh&lt;br /&gt;02:36Me&lt;br /&gt;what did you do whilst you where away&lt;br /&gt;02:37HER&lt;br /&gt;ummm i wasnnnt awayers&lt;br /&gt;ohh wait&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;um i was.&lt;br /&gt;isnt that awesomeee&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;what hun&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;HER&lt;br /&gt;unmm had aburritos&lt;br /&gt;the tacoosmelly one&lt;br /&gt;two&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;they forgotttted the cheesies&lt;br /&gt;i putt it at home&lt;br /&gt;on the thingys&lt;br /&gt;and microwaveed it&lt;br /&gt;was yumm but hott&lt;br /&gt;lips&lt;br /&gt;HER&lt;br /&gt;what the friggery&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what im sayinnng&lt;br /&gt;hope im making since&lt;br /&gt;cents?&lt;br /&gt;that isnt right&lt;br /&gt;02:39Me&lt;br /&gt;lmao ill let you read tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. you will laugh.&lt;br /&gt;02:39HER&lt;br /&gt;homeyd gee dog&lt;br /&gt;nah&lt;br /&gt;whassupery&lt;br /&gt;what movies did u see&lt;br /&gt;did jew get popkorns&lt;br /&gt;those get stucks in my tooth&lt;br /&gt;FLOSSS!&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;BOSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;02:40Me&lt;br /&gt;ol&lt;br /&gt;02:40HER&lt;br /&gt;WHAahahaaha&lt;br /&gt;hey amy&lt;br /&gt;aimmmmmmey&lt;br /&gt;aim&lt;br /&gt;thats&lt;br /&gt;thing&lt;br /&gt;a chat&lt;br /&gt;hows ur name aim&lt;br /&gt;02:41Me&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;idk&lt;br /&gt;02:41HER&lt;br /&gt;a ow elle chat program&lt;br /&gt;dude&lt;br /&gt;02:41Me&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;02:41HER&lt;br /&gt;when were u born&lt;br /&gt;02:41Me&lt;br /&gt;nov. 29, 1988&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;02:41HER&lt;br /&gt;whoooooa&lt;br /&gt;the eighties&lt;br /&gt;02:41Me&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;02:41HER&lt;br /&gt;are sh8ties&lt;br /&gt;i am a 8fort&lt;br /&gt;in jan 7&lt;br /&gt;02:42Me&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;02:42HER&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;ur older than me&lt;br /&gt;do u have the greys yet&lt;br /&gt;i have like ten or maybe more&lt;br /&gt;02:42Me&lt;br /&gt;im not older than you!&lt;br /&gt;02:42HER&lt;br /&gt;like two&lt;br /&gt;on my head&lt;br /&gt;hahaha silly aol&lt;br /&gt;goomba&lt;br /&gt;02:43Me&lt;br /&gt;lmao&lt;br /&gt;02:43HER&lt;br /&gt;whhasts so funny&lt;br /&gt;i wannan joke&lt;br /&gt;etell me&lt;br /&gt;02:43Me&lt;br /&gt;you are funny babe&lt;br /&gt;HER&lt;br /&gt;mee why haha&lt;br /&gt;i feel fuzz&lt;br /&gt;02:44Me&lt;br /&gt;cuz i love ya!&lt;br /&gt;HER&lt;br /&gt;mee why haha&lt;br /&gt;i feel fuzz&lt;br /&gt;02:44Me&lt;br /&gt;cuz i love ya!&lt;br /&gt;HER&lt;br /&gt;awwww i love u 2&lt;br /&gt;if i was gay u'd be my gaybee&lt;br /&gt;02:44Me&lt;br /&gt;eek! &lt;br /&gt;ditto babes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[[[[[[[[[[[[OK JUST KIDDING SOME OF THIS CONVERSATION IS BEING BLOCKED OUT]]]]]]]]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02:52her&lt;br /&gt;wwwhooa&lt;br /&gt;i seee&lt;br /&gt;a pennisery&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday 23 me&lt;br /&gt;ooooohps&lt;br /&gt;aol&lt;br /&gt;i lover y uu&lt;br /&gt;ur so nicery&lt;br /&gt;u neeed to meove here&lt;br /&gt;02:52Me&lt;br /&gt;thanks. i love you too! and your nicer&lt;br /&gt;HER&lt;br /&gt;sweeeeeet&lt;br /&gt;i seeees u later aol goombA i havet to pe&lt;br /&gt;peeee&lt;br /&gt;pisses in the toilets&lt;br /&gt;02:53Me&lt;br /&gt;ok babes&lt;br /&gt;be safe&lt;br /&gt;02:53HER&lt;br /&gt;really bad&lt;br /&gt;02:53Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;02:53HER&lt;br /&gt;oh no&lt;br /&gt;i forgot toilets papers&lt;br /&gt;02:53Me&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;02:53HER&lt;br /&gt;when i went out&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;i just go pee in the pools&lt;br /&gt;02:53Me&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;02:53HER&lt;br /&gt;c u later alligators&lt;br /&gt;02:54Me&lt;br /&gt;later babes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-5909877295702256288?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/5909877295702256288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=5909877295702256288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/5909877295702256288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/5909877295702256288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-love-her.html' title='I love her :)'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-6562635839840085772</id><published>2010-07-16T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T21:06:36.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potter, Pizza, Pepsi and Peanuts</title><content type='html'>So my night was turned around, only after being mad to have to spend my last $10 to get my own dinner, since I couldn't find a ride to the store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered me a yummy pizza from Domino's online, and I must say, I am rather impressed with that timeline they have :) I got to track my pizza while talking to my lovely Pansy Slytherina &lt;3 She always makes me feel better :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I popped in "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix" to watch when my pizza arrived. Fun :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my yummy pizza arrived (after having to flag down the pizza guy), I crawled in bed, hit play, and relaxed with pizza and Pepsi, not kool aid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum! Then my friend, Jamie, and I started chatting on FB while I was watching Potter, and he asked if I like boiled peanuts. I was like, duh!! And wouldn't you know it, he brought me some!! At 10:30 at night! He's a good friend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am full on the 4 P's :) (no potty jokes allowed you guys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very happy my night turned around :) Tomorrow, hoping to spend some time with my honey, after he helps out a friend. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-6562635839840085772?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/6562635839840085772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=6562635839840085772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/6562635839840085772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/6562635839840085772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/07/potter-pizza-pepsi-and-peanuts.html' title='Potter, Pizza, Pepsi and Peanuts'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-642194208980164448</id><published>2010-07-16T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T18:12:37.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinda Peeved...</title><content type='html'>So tonight, Friday night, the night everyone goes out and where am I? Stuck at home... And this makes me very mad. I have several times in my life, have either a) had other plans or b) not felt well but yet I have HAD to go out with one friend or another for any reason at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been stuck in this house for over a month and only gone out twice... and I practically had to beg to get out then. And where are these friends now?? One is out swimming, and didn't invite me. In fact, she never sees me anymore and she comes in my neighborhood a lot, makes me mad when I have done SO MUCH for her, and I get nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other friends are already where I wanna be, and won't even offer to come get me, knowing how bad I want to go, and I am not that far... I just can't believe how I am being treated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jeremy is in a bad mood and don't want to go... Hmm.. I've went out in bad moods with him before and usually my night would turn around. I am just so mad... I don't know what to do or how to react... An hour or 2 is too much for anyone to give up anymore... Well I know how to treat them now. This is not fair that I have done so much for anyone, I would give them the shirt off my back, and yet, they can't come get me, and I am 5 minutes away. Shoot, I went out more when I lived out in the middle of no where... Here I am in town and I am a stuck duck?? So mad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-642194208980164448?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/642194208980164448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=642194208980164448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/642194208980164448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/642194208980164448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/07/kinda-peeved.html' title='Kinda Peeved...'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-8751258016037941018</id><published>2010-07-16T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T15:56:06.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rent-a-licious.</title><content type='html'>I love this movie. I cannot explain how or why, but I really love this movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have spent the day doing mostly nothing important. Went with the roommate to Walmart and saw my mommy :) Then after, went to the Hospice Store, and I love Hospice. :) She got me a pair of rocket dogs, my 2nd actual name-brand rocket dogs that I got from a thrift store :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These look so good, too! I love them. Oh but she bought them 'cause she doesn't ever carry cash, and didn't want to just charge the $2 for the shirts she got for her hubby. I am so excited though! I love them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, today I started a fan page on Facebook, Freebie Stalker. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Freebie-Stalker-tsu/132813616755257&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the link. Add it, suggest it, love it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-8751258016037941018?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/8751258016037941018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=8751258016037941018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/8751258016037941018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/8751258016037941018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/07/rent-licious.html' title='Rent-a-licious.'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-7138572327058520584</id><published>2010-07-15T23:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T23:03:31.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still awake Rawr.</title><content type='html'>Boy oh Boy, I want to sleep so bad!! I might go soon-ish. :) Yea, right. So here I am, 2 am on the nose, watching tv and playing online. Why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows. I hope I get to start helping around God's Feeding House, Inc. with Mrs. Irene. She is a pretty cool lady, and she's trying to help out OUR town, OUR people, so that's pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans tomorrow, well later on, are not decided. I hope I get to go do something fun. I need fun. I know I am not going to the diner tomorrow, Mom is off til Saturday. BOO! hee hee. So I will probably stay home and chill, maybe call around to some of the places I have applied at, to see if they are hiring yet. Wish me luck, my one reader :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-7138572327058520584?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/7138572327058520584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=7138572327058520584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/7138572327058520584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/7138572327058520584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/07/still-awake-rawr.html' title='Still awake Rawr.'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-8885644895604284773</id><published>2010-07-15T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:59:43.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TD_1IFzKPRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ahyAc99-NQU/s1600/mimim.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TD_1IFzKPRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ahyAc99-NQU/s400/mimim.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494379589759810834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-8885644895604284773?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/8885644895604284773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=8885644895604284773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/8885644895604284773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/8885644895604284773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TD_1IFzKPRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ahyAc99-NQU/s72-c/mimim.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-3179881887097428246</id><published>2010-07-15T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:26:28.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rawr Rawr Rawr!!</title><content type='html'>So here I am, sitting here, at 1:24 a.m. in my room, watching "Rent", yet again. I really need to stop staying up so late. :/ But on the plus side, My honey man is home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping to get somewhere soon with a job or I will explode. I can't live off of anything. Well, I am hopping off. More to come later, I hope :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-3179881887097428246?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/3179881887097428246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=3179881887097428246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/3179881887097428246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/3179881887097428246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/07/rawr-rawr-rawr.html' title='Rawr Rawr Rawr!!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-7672514382455091409</id><published>2010-07-01T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T13:30:13.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Blogging?</title><content type='html'>Maybe so. Or to writing at the very least. I have now moved... I am living in Maryville, closer to people who may actually love me. That would be a nice change. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-7672514382455091409?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/7672514382455091409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=7672514382455091409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/7672514382455091409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/7672514382455091409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-to-blogging.html' title='Back to Blogging?'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-1169369220782503708</id><published>2010-04-11T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:32:22.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why oh why oh why!?</title><content type='html'>So my life is getting more and more depressing. eck. My phone is due to be turned off... I couldn't pay the bill... and Jeremy said he would and guess who doesn't have the money. Oh well. And I am due to give up my new laptop this week. The manager was able to squeeze me in another week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, I am up sooo late and I can't sleep. ugh. I miss the times when I went out alot. Now I never leave. my life is getting pretty boring, and it makes me sooo mad. and sad. and ugh. And it pisses me off that my sister can do whatever she wants. whenever and don't have to worry about anything. but yet I have to give up my things, my phone, my computer... And what makes me even more pissed, is that my mother pays for my sisters comp... but my sister has her own money... but i, who can pay mine, has to give mine up to help pay bills?? wtf...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ugh im in a shitty mood tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-1169369220782503708?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/1169369220782503708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=1169369220782503708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/1169369220782503708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/1169369220782503708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-oh-why-oh-why.html' title='why oh why oh why!?'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-5931653709526297408</id><published>2010-03-29T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T19:55:38.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La La La... Lolly's!</title><content type='html'>Today my Mookie head was over! Well, lets back track, as I said earlier, I went with Jeremy to town. While in town I got a call from Cheryl, saying Mookie was screaming my name and she missed me!! Aww! Well, she gave Mook the phone and I talked to her, well sorta. She just kept saying "Me me, Me me... Where you? Me me, Me me. I love you. Me me,  home now." It was cute.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when she came over, she was COVERED in cheese doodle dust, and no pants! Just the way she likes it :) Silly goose. She was as rambunctious as ever. We had a ball! She was so sweet and funny! I will miss these days when she gets to be a teenager. *gasp* I can't think of that now :O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, today has been a great day! Now, if only one of the many jobs I have applied for will give me a call back... :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-5931653709526297408?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/5931653709526297408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=5931653709526297408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/5931653709526297408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/5931653709526297408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/03/la-la-la-lollys.html' title='La La La... Lolly&apos;s!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-8080932400498976105</id><published>2010-03-29T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T19:51:45.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CORRECTIONS TO MY "Rawr Blah Blah..."</title><content type='html'>I talked to Myleah today. I now know what i said and to whom. I didn't realize what I did until today, but things are fixed now. Myleah had to wait for her que before she could say anything. I still can't believe I said anything... gosh. I feel sheepish!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-8080932400498976105?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/8080932400498976105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=8080932400498976105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/8080932400498976105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/8080932400498976105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/03/corrections-to-my-rawr-blah-blah.html' title='CORRECTIONS TO MY &quot;Rawr Blah Blah...&quot;'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-6690479951923927930</id><published>2010-03-29T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T14:48:04.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Daddy in Law</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to Kent, my future daddy in law :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note: Today was a better day. NO DRAMA!! :):) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went with Jerm to get Kent some birthday presents! Jerm got him a "dad" book. And we both got him a gift card to Beef O Brady's for Kent and Robin to have a nice dinner and a drink together :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I really love my friends! The ones that are there! Thanks to everyone's response for yesterdays blog. I really meant it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LASTLY FOR NOW: Thanks to everyone for a Drama-Free day!! :):)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-6690479951923927930?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/6690479951923927930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=6690479951923927930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/6690479951923927930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/6690479951923927930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-daddy-in-law.html' title='Happy Birthday Daddy in Law'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-4726197230376276128</id><published>2010-03-28T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T19:14:46.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rawr. Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah!!</title><content type='html'>The last couple of months have been crazy, what with me getting fired, and then my time in NC and the times after. And even before that. Crazy times like these make a person think. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the summer of 08 when I found out Robin, Myleah, and Byron where moving down, I thought things would be different, for the worst. But instead, things got good for a long time. Myleah and I got really close. Now, I am not sure. We got close and we talked about a lot of things that I never thought I would talk about with someone other than Jeremy. (yes, he was present for *those* conversations, too. it's the topics that kind of embarrass you in public forms) We talked about everything at one point. I loved her like a sister. Then things went bad between her and Jeremy. Then her and myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a few months, I contacted her again. I missed her. Then we talked again, and I loved it. And apparently I said something to someone about what we (Myleah and I) talked about. Thing is, I don't know what it was. I am confused. I know I didn't tell Jeremy, he got mad because I wouldn't tell him. Then she went a few days without talking to me, and when I was editing my friends list, I thought I would save her the trouble and deleted her. That just pissed her off more. I am sorry that I did it, but since she won't talk to me... I guess all I can be is over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past few months also made me realize who my real friends are. Who I need in my life. The ones who will always be there for me. I've made some new friends along the way, and I hope to keep them forever, if possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have learned what lengths a person will go through to hurt someone, to pain someone, to break someones heart. Someone who will tear a family apart. Well, a few someones. I know the pains of losing people you love, whether by death or one's own decision. The terrible things life has to offer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I also know the great things life has to offer. the little moments that make life wonderful. The family moments everyone should experience, and the love that goes with it. The days that seem so perfect, that are perfect, that nothing, anything, anywhere could mess them up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The things that make us human. The emotions, the anger, the love, the hatred, the depressions, the happiness.... These things all combined into one that make everyone the same. Some have higher or lower levels of each emotion, but all the emotions are there. ALL of them; not one person is exempt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family consists of great people, who love me through EVERYTHING. not who get pissed and say I am nothing on a regular basis. Not people who stab me in the back. They are the people I can not LIVE without. Whether by blood or adoption, my FAMILY loves me, and I love them. Each differently, individually, sometimes very emotionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recent events have made me question who is really there for me. Who reciprocates my actions, and thoughts. Who has been there for me, always. I know who they are. They know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeremy Kent Billings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tabitha Maria Collins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rebecca Marie Bruno Zurcher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jalyn Nicole Drinkwine "Mookie"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Donald Travis Mercer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ham. (sometimes :) lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are those who have been there. Through EVERYTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are who have helped out alot. Whether it was to comfort me, talk to me, someone who understands me. Thank you!! all of you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estefania Guajardo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheryl Drinkwine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabrina Angelene Billings Delaney (BMW sessions :) lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allen Best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christina "Pansy" Blevins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matthew Belcher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love all of you!!! you all are the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-4726197230376276128?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/4726197230376276128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=4726197230376276128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/4726197230376276128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/4726197230376276128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/03/rawr-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah.html' title='Rawr. Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah!!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-8739661113015720280</id><published>2010-03-21T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T17:31:44.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalala Spring time</title><content type='html'>So it's getting warmer and prettier! I am so happy! Times like these, they are perfect. I love sitting around with family, laughing and talking. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-8739661113015720280?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/8739661113015720280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=8739661113015720280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/8739661113015720280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/8739661113015720280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/03/lalala-spring-time.html' title='Lalala Spring time'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-4146661515686323485</id><published>2010-03-13T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T11:35:10.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Laptops.</title><content type='html'>So, Yesterday ham and I went and got new laptops. yay! they are wonderful, and will be ours in 2 years or less! lol&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been crazy around here lately! So excited once again that Myleah and I are friends again!! yay! I am planning on going to see her in TX sometime in the near future. :):) Jeremy wasn't happy at first but I hope he won't stay mad. I really want to go. I miss her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom got her job!! Don't know exactly when she's starts but hope its soon. I am to hear this Monday about my prospective. Hope I get it. *fingers crossed* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ready for the summer and PARTY SEASON!! My first year of legal drinking age, and I am ready to party like its 2010... Wait, it is 2010 :):) Hoping to have that St. Patty's Day party the weekend after so all working people can come. Ready for some Flogging Molly and Dropkick Murphy's!!! Well, I am going to peace out for now, but don't worry, I'll be back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-4146661515686323485?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/4146661515686323485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=4146661515686323485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/4146661515686323485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/4146661515686323485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-laptops.html' title='New Laptops.'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-1090571885698853763</id><published>2010-03-10T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T11:36:37.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IS LIKE OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH EEEEEEEEMMMMMM GGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE</title><content type='html'>I AM SO HAPPY!! i am finally able to be friends with MYLEAH AGAIN!!! oh i missed her. I didn't inform ya'll but we had a very rough patch but I am glad we can overcome it and still be friends!! OMG I AM SO HAPPY!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I might have a job!! even more exciting!! and Mom got one!! Things are looking up! More to come!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-1090571885698853763?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/1090571885698853763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=1090571885698853763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/1090571885698853763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/1090571885698853763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-like-ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh.html' title='IS LIKE OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH EEEEEEEEMMMMMM GGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-7527681135012491934</id><published>2010-03-04T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:15:57.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esqua!</title><content type='html'>Today was BLECK!! I woke up and went to old-fart sit aunt janie. When I got there, Cheryl said Mookie had been sick all night. Well, I was like "leave her here. dont take her if shes been sick" well what she didnt tell me was that mookie was also sick this morning... A few hours later I got a call from her saying the daycare needed someone to get the baby. OMG, i was mad but I went. poor baby. Can't blame her. Well, she was fine when I got her, but i brought her to mom just incase it was a virus so janie or brandi and bunky dont get it. Mom said she ate a little potato salad and she was fine. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ham was sick at school, so we had to go get her. we were almost to the school, and Mookie got sick all over the car. but she felt better after. lol she was like "all better" and ugh, i couldnt do anything for her, curse my weak stomach. but we got her all better and she was fine the rest of the afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask me questions: &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/mookiepie"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/mookiepie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-7527681135012491934?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/7527681135012491934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=7527681135012491934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/7527681135012491934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/7527681135012491934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/03/esqua.html' title='Esqua!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-5885020305847246060</id><published>2010-03-03T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:15:06.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>for the love of god....</title><content type='html'>so today i went with gma to take aunt janie to therapy. i am so tired of this... i need rest. but all i have been doing is working for gma pretty much to help janie... and my ankle and knees can't take it... grrr... more later... too tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-5885020305847246060?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/5885020305847246060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=5885020305847246060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/5885020305847246060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/5885020305847246060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-love-of-god.html' title='for the love of god....'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-758545815467852372</id><published>2010-03-02T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T19:53:45.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY CROW!!</title><content type='html'>Has is been that long?? So, Since my firing and trip to NC, my mom and dad have split, and my dad's girlfriend is a COMPLETE bitch. I hate her. She has tried to RUIN us but the 3 siblings stood strong. Now we think that WHORE is completly poisoning him. let me find out. Since it has been a while, I will start back slowly. Please forgive me faithful reader. :):) Well, back to my boring, still jobless life where I baby my 65 year old aunt who can't hardly walk and is overwieght. ugh. But, I still have my mookie pie Jay Bird. But, more later. I am back, for good :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-758545815467852372?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/758545815467852372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=758545815467852372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/758545815467852372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/758545815467852372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2010/03/holy-crow.html' title='HOLY CROW!!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-91230560725313243</id><published>2009-11-03T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:38:48.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG. Been sooo Long.</title><content type='html'>Sorry, my faithful reader. lol&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alot has happened since father's day. I was still living at the beach, with Trish and Emily. Now I am back home, and Jobless. Let me explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew at the end of the summer, I would have to move back home. Well, Jeremy and I talked about it, and since a friend of his was in a bind, we [his friend and i] would get an apartment to share with each til jeremy came back, then all 3 of us would share. well, we couldn't find one so i moved back home. By this time, CFA has a new owner, Adam. Everyone thought he was sooo nice, til he fired my mom on bogus charges. Then a few weeks later, I am home. I was home one week... That thursday, my day off, i drove the 33.7 miles from here to cfa to work 1 hour for this man, and then come home. That saturday, I am fired for bogus charges. Then he hired this man from VA who moved down here mainly for this job, and the was fired. Then the jerk fired jason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and the day he fired me, the next day I was leaving to go see jeremy for 2 weeks for his surgery. So yea, ended up staying 2 months. But i am home and glad. will write with more details from the trip. I am sooo tired right now. Good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-91230560725313243?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/91230560725313243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=91230560725313243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/91230560725313243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/91230560725313243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg-been-sooo-long.html' title='OMG. Been sooo Long.'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-4849338797749782235</id><published>2009-06-21T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:50:51.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy frickin fathers day...</title><content type='html'>So, lets start off with the holiday. father's day. my family started with my dad yesterday trying to blame him for stuff missing from my granddaddys shed. not his fault. cheryl and sperm both have access to the shed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today, started off good. Dad loved his beowulf book and his dragonfly buttons. Then we go to grandmas and during dinner, brandi is talking about barfing and stuff (yes, during dinner) so my dad chases her. Yes, my cripple up daddy... since his acupuncture appointments, hes been feeling better. Then when he comes back... they start on him again about that shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. well my aunt somehow got access to alot of books and gave them grandma. found a book ive been looking for: The lovely bones by alive seabold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tried to read it on the porch, mom comes out then grandma and dad. they leave, try to read again, brandi and ham come out but LOUD so i go hide in granddaddys room since almost everyone there is afraid of it. i read, then my asshole of an aunt busts up with "where is aimee, she needs to get off her lazy ass and pick up those books." (edited some of the language)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, needless to say, aimee didnt do shit. the 2 babies did. not that i mind, but they acuse me with out ACTUAL PROOF!! they only come up with the fact that i was looking at the books, but so was everyone else. so i refused to do shit. then grandma yells at me, then said if she falls on her face, its my fault. hell no! she wont fall from picking up a paper back book. ugh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i stabbed the sperm with a pitchfork. that was fun. and i got the sims on my comp again. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to bed. tired and pissed. night yall!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-4849338797749782235?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/4849338797749782235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=4849338797749782235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/4849338797749782235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/4849338797749782235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-frickin-fathers-day.html' title='happy frickin fathers day...'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-5730403539827128638</id><published>2009-06-20T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:08:55.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alrighty then!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/Sj1o4JAwzWI/AAAAAAAAADc/FV8kwKPZ-rY/s1600-h/Picture+or+Video+246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/Sj1o4JAwzWI/AAAAAAAAADc/FV8kwKPZ-rY/s200/Picture+or+Video+246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349547246087097698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, gosh, Im getting bad at this. Well, I moved, as I have already said. Met some cool people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, those cool people are apart of this group called Campus Outreach, Beach Project. They have invited me to go Decade Bowling, they broke the 150+ into different groups and they had to dress as a different decade. Whit's group was 70's, and emily and I went, so we dressed in 70's attire:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then anothe&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/Sj1pWS8KU2I/AAAAAAAAADk/XT23Tq7P0bk/s1600-h/Picture+or+Video+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/Sj1pWS8KU2I/AAAAAAAAADk/XT23Tq7P0bk/s200/Picture+or+Video+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349547764148228962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r night was Hick's and Southern Prep night. now that was funny =D!! We have so much fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy moved away for the summer for his eye surgery. I hope he hurries up, gets it done, and then comes home nice and safe, and I can keep him forever =D  I misses him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in the next few weeks, Chick Fil A of MoosRule Inlet will be changing hands. Laura, Debbie, Mr Marcus and his family will be leaving us and we will be getting a new Family, along with a new owner. Adam Brantley. Very nice man. I know he is married, went to college for engineering, and has a 14 month old son. He said CFA must have been where he was meant to be. Very cool. I think he will be a great boss.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/Sj1qRfoROII/AAAAAAAAADs/y3L1L0MEUN8/s1600-h/Picture+or+Video+273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/Sj1qRfoROII/AAAAAAAAADs/y3L1L0MEUN8/s200/Picture+or+Video+273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349548781166737538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-5730403539827128638?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/5730403539827128638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=5730403539827128638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/5730403539827128638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/5730403539827128638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2009/06/alrighty-then.html' title='Alrighty then!!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/Sj1o4JAwzWI/AAAAAAAAADc/FV8kwKPZ-rY/s72-c/Picture+or+Video+246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-485007202289993775</id><published>2009-06-06T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:18:49.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha.</title><content type='html'>Wow. Sorry to worry yall. Been moving. Now I have 2 wonderful roomies, Emily and Trish!! and then we have loads of new cool people at CFA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- kinda quiet, havent really talked to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kyle&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; is nice, kinda quiet but works kitchen. Is really down to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-totally awesome!! into team work. super sweet!!! from minnetonka!! sweet!! Has a cartilidge piercing like me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Lucas&lt;/span&gt;- really cool, but kinda nervous. think he'll be even better than he is if he will relax a bit! really quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Nina-&lt;/span&gt; is awesome and loudish, like me! we can talk talk talk!! really cool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Whitney-&lt;/span&gt; will be with me in the window area this summer, super friendly and amazingly a great person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all are amazing and I am glad I am getting to know them all!! I think this summer will be awesome!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-485007202289993775?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/485007202289993775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=485007202289993775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/485007202289993775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/485007202289993775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2009/06/aloha.html' title='Aloha.'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-6366636576524441324</id><published>2009-05-07T23:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:10:42.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's Doc Appointment</title><content type='html'>Dad has some really messes up doc's/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the pain mgt center, he took yet another drug test today and the doc told him within 1 hour (the other tests were 2 days a piece for results) that he passed, meaning no more meds for him. He went to the family doc and he pulled up the results and said they werent even posted yet, meaning the PMgt doc lied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So messed up... well, going to read sommore new moon. Night ya'll!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-6366636576524441324?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/6366636576524441324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=6366636576524441324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/6366636576524441324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/6366636576524441324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2009/05/dads-doc-appointment.html' title='Dad&apos;s Doc Appointment'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-5883872547616347804</id><published>2009-05-07T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:54:41.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 a.m. visit to Wally World!!</title><content type='html'>So my honey came over yesterday, well last night.  He came over about 12ish and we made our way to wally world. OMG what a mess!! they are reconstructioning it again. It's aweful. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we couldnt find anything and made our way to the electronics. yay! he bought me bridewars and they got him so new headphones. yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to BK and came home. yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hung out with tracey for a little bit yesterday. yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i talked to Kyle today. and it pissed me off. he's back to the way he was in middle school... and asshole. He's pulling a jackson and i dont like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE JEREMY!!! now everyone stop trying to tell me how to fucking do things!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-5883872547616347804?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/5883872547616347804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=5883872547616347804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/5883872547616347804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/5883872547616347804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-am-visit-to-wally-world.html' title='2 a.m. visit to Wally World!!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-7009526613321708601</id><published>2009-05-06T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:40:00.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY....STUPID....DOG...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THAT STUPID F*(#^$# ATE MY DAMN TWILIGHT BOOK!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-7009526613321708601?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/7009526613321708601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=7009526613321708601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/7009526613321708601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/7009526613321708601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2009/05/mystupiddog.html' title='MY....STUPID....DOG...'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-3999533507079410733</id><published>2009-05-06T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:32:53.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing of the Inlet</title><content type='html'>Almost forgot. I worked the blessing this year. Mom at first was kinda grouchy, because we were locked up in a trailer (our CFA trailer) but it looked like it was gonna rain and stuff so i told her if it does, we'll stay dry. and if it got really hot (which it did) we had air conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we took turns walking around the festival. Jeff and I saw these turtle bowl things but they were GORGEOUS!!! they were pottery but amazing. she told me she would take 8 bux off of one and when we went back, she told jeff only 4. So neither of us got one, but i was looking through the book sale, awesome deals.&lt;br /&gt;Softbacks, 2 for $1&lt;br /&gt;Hardbacks $2&lt;br /&gt;then they had VHS and books on tapes but i didnt look at the prices. I found twilight and new moon softbacks... $1. then later on I was giving out chicken sandwhiches to the workers, and one was like they book nook was giving out all the books. I got 5 boxes. One of books that I wanted for me then a bunch of random ones. I think I may have georgette heyer's collected works. lol and i gotta few by emilie loring. and then a bunch of other ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Ok. THink Im done now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-3999533507079410733?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/3999533507079410733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=3999533507079410733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/3999533507079410733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/3999533507079410733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2009/05/blessing-of-inlet.html' title='Blessing of the Inlet'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-3186181482883925925</id><published>2009-04-21T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T16:29:45.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry. Been busy.!!</title><content type='html'>Went and saw the hannah montana movie. too cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ham is here now to hang out, but will type details later =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-3186181482883925925?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/3186181482883925925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=3186181482883925925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/3186181482883925925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/3186181482883925925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorry-been-busy.html' title='Sorry. Been busy.!!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-1703771180903230786</id><published>2009-04-11T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:51:38.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>Ha ha. I almost put happy eater... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun times. Today the babies got a turtle sandbox/swimming pool from walmart... too cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and aunt cheryl, the dingy woman, went and bought the babies one of the same things i got them... grrr... super busy day at work... so tiring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will write more about it after a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-1703771180903230786?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/1703771180903230786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=1703771180903230786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/1703771180903230786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/1703771180903230786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-5642432103738276668</id><published>2009-04-09T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:15:05.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laaddy daaah!!</title><content type='html'>so i was rudely awoken several times today from my dad being really sick and loud. so finally mom starts freaking out and takes him to the ER. Well, he was back and forth from the ER and the Pain Mgt Center he goes to... The Doc at PMgt all but called mom and dad liars cuz he passed his drug test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*For those who dont know, my dad takes 2 narc's and 1 muscle relaxer and he is supposed to fail. No way he passed...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he eventually made his way from both the ER and PMgt... he made his way to the family doc... Vandergriff... and non of the doctors really wanted to right the scripts for him cuz one doc thought he was selling it... which is BS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well we got everything worked out and got him home and then i went to granny's... yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there, i played with jay and ky... and we watched twilight and OH! OH! OH!! aunt cheryl my have sold my car... but she didnt tell the people about the thing with the heat... so im scared they are gonna not want it... she kept saying they have 72 hours til im scott free, but dad told me thats only off a car lot. So HA!!! but i would feel kinda bad but whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then Imma go to a car lot... YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to granny's... after cheryl and jay left, brandi me and ky broke out grannys karoke machine... ky was super funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all i gotta do 2maro, is try to get up to grannys to clean out my car, cancel the insurance, get the tag off my car, buy my 30g IPOD =D, go to work, cash my check... oh the fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-5642432103738276668?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/5642432103738276668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=5642432103738276668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/5642432103738276668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/5642432103738276668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2009/04/laaddy-daaah.html' title='Laaddy daaah!!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-7736323678970015364</id><published>2009-04-08T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:44:34.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging around...</title><content type='html'>So yea, while i was "supervising" yesterday, Myleah kept saying "Oh Bob saget" and we looked up torrettes guy... he is funny as shit... one of my favorite lines (other than bob saget) is BITCH!!!! I love you... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today wasnt really productive... wanted to hang with jeremy sommore... he got someone to cover his shift, which required this certain someone to stay just a mere 30 minutes after her scheduled shift, and she quit. just plum out quit... so jeremy had to go in anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went to grandma's for a few, and saw my jay bird. that little turd is a handle ful. but at least she's starting to let us put her down, and she isnt crying as much when i leave. cuz i hate to leave her, she will start crying and it makes me sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she was having a ball and she loves guinnea... oh man does she love him. she will play with him and give him kisses and love on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh,... ok, im like really tired... I'll be back later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-7736323678970015364?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/7736323678970015364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=7736323678970015364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/7736323678970015364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/7736323678970015364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2009/04/hanging-around.html' title='Hanging around...'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-4654238723285310962</id><published>2009-04-08T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:29:55.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh... Home sweet home</title><content type='html'>im home finally. myleah, jeremy and I (sorta me) cleaned up his room. I mostly supervised =D It is amazingly clean... all i gotta do is get mine cleaned now... i probably should be doing that now instead of sitting here watching twilight, again. (30 something, i believe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i realized that i love taco bell! robin went and got us food the other day from there and i love it. I like the 3 layer nachos, a rice and nacho cheese only burrito, fiesta potatoes and caramel apple empanada. =D yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL well, i think imma go clean.. ugh... =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-4654238723285310962?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/4654238723285310962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=4654238723285310962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/4654238723285310962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/4654238723285310962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2009/04/ahhh-home-sweet-home.html' title='Ahhh... Home sweet home'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-4552341532112951848</id><published>2009-04-06T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:46:01.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chillin at my grannys</title><content type='html'>So yea, after my nap, I took my car for a test drive to see how things were working out. Thats bad that i gotta test my own car. I rode down to the gas station and back and it did good. Then after the sperm left, i did too. I went to see the old lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i dont remember if i said anything, but she just had a pacemaker put in. So i went to see her and everyone was there: Cheryl, Brandi, Ky, Jay, and the sperm. Cheryl made a pot roast with tators and onions and rice. I put the juice and a few tators on the rice... yum! Both babies cracked me up. They have this cylinder shaped plastic blow up toy, like a ball but a cylinder. Well, they'll lay on their bellies and roll on top of it... Too cute!! Well, brandi took sperm back to his place and then ran to town, i guess. IDK what happened to her. so just me, jay and cheryl, oh yea and guinnea pig, stayed for a bit. Jay was sooo funny! she was running around babbling about anything. she would point at grandma and "Blah bwrrrr Aggg Hee hee hee" and sometimes she would point to one of the dogs and just babble away. Too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i came home, and got like really hungry for some icecream. i really wanted coldstones but i did not want to drive to the beach, so i settled for mcdonalds. well, mom and dad wanted food too so i went and got some. A big mac is 3 frickin dollars... for a sammich!! WTF?! well, it was too late before mom could tell me not to get the sammich, so on the way home, my car started acting up again... Dammit... well, now i have come to a decision to sell the piece of shit. Thats it, im done. imma call this guy in little river who owns a car dealership that offered to buy it. Imma miss my stickers but thats bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope we are still going bowling tomorrow... well, i gotta go. gotta get up at 3 am... grrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-4552341532112951848?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/4552341532112951848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=4552341532112951848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/4552341532112951848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/4552341532112951848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2009/04/chillin-at-my-grannys.html' title='Chillin at my grannys'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-8228485774091773474</id><published>2009-04-06T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T13:12:54.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yea...</title><content type='html'>about our waitress... rude bitch. every question we asked her she rushed to answer it and was just sooo rude. then she touched her TATAs in front of us and then brought us food. and she hardly checked on us... and then me and myleah had ordered slushes, and she put the wrong garnishes on the wrong slushes and i drank hers... OMG i was pissed... ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... thats it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-8228485774091773474?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/8228485774091773474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=8228485774091773474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/8228485774091773474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/8228485774091773474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-yea_06.html' title='oh yea...'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-2030123647924603244</id><published>2009-04-06T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T13:02:20.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>it is sooo &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hott&lt;/span&gt;. I feel like imma burn up... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I had my interview today but I dont know if that is something i wanna do. I will have to go out and get people to buy ad's to send out in a mailing list packet. It's not too bad except for the fact that i will have to drive alot. So idk... I called &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;RAR (Ragtops and Roadsters)&lt;/span&gt; back and now i gotta wait on Nurmene to call me back again. ugh this is bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent seen my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tabby fla&lt;/span&gt; in a while and i miss her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Jerm, Myeah, Byron and I are going bowling after i get off work. yay!! i love bowling. Yesterday we went to&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; maze mania&lt;/span&gt;, and we all remembered why we hated it!! you get lost and hot and sweaty. They didnt even have the maze set up so you could go through the exit... it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;crap&lt;/span&gt;. Then we played putt putt and myleah and i got bored. it sucked. So we decided to go bowling next time... I love bowling =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea... when i whoke up from my nap after my interview, the sperm of my father (aka biological brother) was here... eek!! so hes playing guitar hero as i type. its kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, im out for now... might come back later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-2030123647924603244?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/2030123647924603244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=2030123647924603244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/2030123647924603244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/2030123647924603244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2009/04/sigh_06.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-1027042060929045578</id><published>2009-04-06T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T06:06:37.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Stopping by for a quickie</title><content type='html'>Last couple of days have been confusing! wow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, jeremy, myleah and byron and I went to maze mania and putt putt. We also went to fridays where our waitress was RUDE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, ill go into details later but just wanted to say something before my job interview today!!! see ya later!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-1027042060929045578?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/1027042060929045578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=1027042060929045578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/1027042060929045578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/1027042060929045578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-stopping-by-for-quickie.html' title='Just Stopping by for a quickie'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-8715464083945414370</id><published>2009-04-03T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:15:57.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends: Better than Psychologists! (&amp;&amp;Cheaper too)</title><content type='html'>So, I have been thinking alot about my future and all... And been feeling very lonely. I don't know why i would... (sarcasim my dear friends...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I was on facebook (Like always) when I read my old doc's status:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="profile_name_and_status"&gt;&lt;h1 id="profile_name"&gt;Vance Vandergriff&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="mobile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;is on call.....blah, blah, blah.&lt;small&gt;&lt;span id="status_time"&gt;2 hours ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so I commented and here is how the rest goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="comment_5320648801468611012_87024500784_1301659" class="wallpost"&gt;&lt;div class="wallimage"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=536258543"&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v224/1825/53/q536258543_4700.jpg" alt="" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="wallcontent" id="comment_box_5320648801468611012_87024500784_1301659"&gt;&lt;div class="wallfrom"&gt;&lt;a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=536258543"&gt;Aimee Zurcher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt; at 10:20pm April 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="wallcredits"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="walltext"&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_49d6ddb3792158f98058668" class="wall_actual_text"&gt;hey doc... I need ya!! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="comment_5320648801468611012_87024500784_1302446" class="wallpost"&gt;&lt;div class="wallimage"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?k=100000080&amp;amp;id=1557204544"&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v225/871/15/q1557204544_4081.jpg" alt="" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="wallcontent" id="comment_box_5320648801468611012_87024500784_1302446"&gt;&lt;div class="wallfrom"&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?k=100000080&amp;amp;id=1557204544"&gt;Dave Curry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt; at 11:34pm April 3 via &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/mobile/"&gt;Facebook Mobile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="wallcredits"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="walltext"&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_49d6ddb37996e9390117704" class="wall_actual_text"&gt;Better get over there and help her doc! It could be life threatening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="comment_5320648801468611012_87024500784_1302576" class="wallpost"&gt;&lt;div class="wallimage"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=536258543"&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v224/1825/53/q536258543_4700.jpg" alt="" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="wallcontent" id="comment_box_5320648801468611012_87024500784_1302576"&gt;&lt;div class="wallfrom"&gt;&lt;a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=536258543"&gt;Aimee Zurcher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt; at 11:48pm April 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="wallcredits"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="walltext"&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_49d6ddb37a0126841870725" class="wall_actual_text"&gt;its heartbreak... or rather heartache. it is serious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="comment_5320648801468611012_87024500784_1302583" class="wallpost"&gt;&lt;div class="wallimage"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1210962756"&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v227/870/79/q1210962756_6209.jpg" alt="" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="wallcontent" id="comment_box_5320648801468611012_87024500784_1302583"&gt;&lt;div class="wallfrom"&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1210962756"&gt;Vance Vandergriff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt; at 11:49pm April 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="wallcredits"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="walltext"&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_49d6ddb37a5a63f91728396" class="wall_actual_text"&gt;Take two aspirins and facebook me in the morning ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="wallimage"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=536258543"&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v224/1825/53/q536258543_4700.jpg" alt="" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="wallfrom"&gt;&lt;a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=536258543"&gt;Aimee Zurcher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt; at 11:50pm April 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="wallcredits"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ill try. lol can i take aleve though, asprin dont seem to help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="comment_5320648801468611012_87024500784_1302650" class="wallpost"&gt;&lt;div class="wallimage"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1210962756"&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v227/870/79/q1210962756_6209.jpg" alt="" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="wallcontent" id="comment_box_5320648801468611012_87024500784_1302650"&gt;&lt;div class="wallfrom"&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1210962756"&gt;Vance Vandergriff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt; at 11:55pm April 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="wallcredits"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="walltext"&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_49d6ddb37b0c23c94856949" class="wall_actual_text"&gt;Sure thing dear. Now go get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="comment_5320648801468611012_87024500784_1302658" class="wallpost"&gt;&lt;div class="wallimage"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?k=100000080&amp;amp;id=1557204544"&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v225/871/15/q1557204544_4081.jpg" alt="" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="wallcontent" id="comment_box_5320648801468611012_87024500784_1302658"&gt;&lt;div class="wallfrom"&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?k=100000080&amp;amp;id=1557204544"&gt;Dave Curry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt; at 11:55pm April 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="wallcredits"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="walltext"&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_49d6ddb37b58c9769798686" class="wall_actual_text"&gt;I thought it was a cookie and call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="wallimage"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=536258543"&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v224/1825/53/q536258543_4700.jpg" alt="" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="wallfrom"&gt;&lt;a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=536258543"&gt;Aimee Zurcher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt; at 11:57pm April 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="wallcredits"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;wish i could sleep. i been thinking waaay too much, that i may have brain cancer. they say everything gives you cancer these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sidenote: sorry if the cancer joke offends anyone. most my family has had cancer, so i have a wee bit of dark humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;So that was another humorous thing for me tonight as i battle my slight depression. Thanks D and Tabby Fla for putting up with my whiney self. I love you both!! ILYMTT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-8715464083945414370?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/8715464083945414370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=8715464083945414370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/8715464083945414370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/8715464083945414370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2009/04/friends-better-than-psychologists-too.html' title='Friends: Better than Psychologists! (&amp;&amp;Cheaper too)'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-3966997918442817932</id><published>2009-04-03T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:18:05.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>I am a mess. I want to go and move as I please without the worry of hurting anyone. I want to do things, and see places. I want to travel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't. I have people that i feel are holding me back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in other news, my family is trying one more trick with my car... and then Im done. And i have a job interview on monday with a marketing guy. Sounds like a good job. and im still waiting to hear from Ragtops... grrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am feeling romantically hopeless... what to do... grrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, im out. Peace Sucka's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-3966997918442817932?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/3966997918442817932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=3966997918442817932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/3966997918442817932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/3966997918442817932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2009/04/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-633861788619268534</id><published>2009-04-02T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T16:43:11.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm done. I'm over it...</title><content type='html'>I'm done with my car. thats it. im done. time for a new one... NEXT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crap and I just dont have the time, energy or money to waste on it anymore... Anyone want it?? take it... for a small price of 1840 you can have it... its the blue book value on it in the current condition and mileage... Im done with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my dad says its runs fine with him but it doesnt with me. it must like him more cuz its awful. so i am done with it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-633861788619268534?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/633861788619268534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=633861788619268534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/633861788619268534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/633861788619268534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-done-im-over-it.html' title='I&apos;m done. I&apos;m over it...'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-1332677028623868355</id><published>2009-04-01T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:07:50.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yea</title><content type='html'>Ok, i knew i had forgotten some things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I rode with brandi to McD's to get some sammiches, and we saw a turtle. tried to get someone to rescue it but no one would. He was still alive when we left, but he kept playing in the road, so IDK if he still is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Jalyn peed on me. yes, the baby peed on me... grrr, So my loving heffa brought me some clothes so i could change. and i took a shower.. yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, thats all for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-1332677028623868355?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/1332677028623868355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=1332677028623868355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/1332677028623868355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/1332677028623868355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-yea.html' title='Oh yea'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-1065966631301111656</id><published>2009-04-01T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:56:49.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandma &amp;&amp; Random Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/SdQbMU6AfgI/AAAAAAAAADU/66dLmZY7kNI/s1600-h/DSCI0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/SdQbMU6AfgI/AAAAAAAAADU/66dLmZY7kNI/s200/DSCI0111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319906958415789570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so my granny fo fanny is in the hospital for one night for a pacemaker and im here with her. She is grumpy =D but i dont blame her. The night nurse is nice...  Unlike when i stayed for brandi. that lady was sooo rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who got the message about my car being fixed... well, just kidding... it did work fine for a test drive but now, no more... urgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma sell it and buy a new one lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually thats about it for now.. will post later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-1065966631301111656?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/1065966631301111656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=1065966631301111656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/1065966631301111656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/1065966631301111656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-grandma-random-stuff.html' title='My Grandma &amp;&amp; Random Stuff'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/SdQbMU6AfgI/AAAAAAAAADU/66dLmZY7kNI/s72-c/DSCI0111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-974416649268276257</id><published>2009-03-29T12:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T13:03:17.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just being fat and lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ugh... i feel like really fat&lt;/span&gt;... i ate sooo much but it was some good home cooking that i aint&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/Sc_Qf2rJgXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XVt3ZQUuHUI/s1600-h/EMC_0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/Sc_Qf2rJgXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XVt3ZQUuHUI/s200/EMC_0826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318698930618859890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; had in a while. My &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;obsession&lt;/span&gt; continues with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;twilight&lt;/span&gt;... my 10th consecutive time since owning it and imma watch it again as allison comes over today. thats allison with her new baby... Mary Grace. She is finally being able to go out now. YAY!! Shawn is gonna watch the baby today so allison can come hang out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;tabby fla&lt;/span&gt;. i was invited to go with her to the movies today with morgan but i had already made plans with allison so i couldnt go and i feel awful. I havent seen her in a long time and here i am able to go, and cant... grrrr... so sad... hopefully her and morgan will come over when the movie is over. and maybe watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;twilight &lt;/span&gt;yet again... so obsessed... But I cant help it... I am so amazed at how good the movie is and better the books... the whole story is AWESOME!!! i really hope that midnight sun comes out soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/Sc_SKUxGk8I/AAAAAAAAADM/92L8Kxy4A-k/s1600-h/5f9eea0860e28f3ac04cd637834041803deca2e6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 111px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/Sc_SKUxGk8I/AAAAAAAAADM/92L8Kxy4A-k/s200/5f9eea0860e28f3ac04cd637834041803deca2e6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318700759763030978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I frickin love twilight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; so cant wait til the rest of everything comes out... yay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So jeremy wont come see me today no matter what i say... its his dads birthday but im not invited apparently and it makes me mad. 4 years with his family and im not invited... WTF?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IDK... what to do what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ugh i havent heard anything back from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RagTops&lt;/span&gt; yet... and its bothering me... grrr... Im gonna call 2maro before going to CFA... just to let her know my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I really want this job...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Well, im out for now... see ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-974416649268276257?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/974416649268276257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=974416649268276257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/974416649268276257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/974416649268276257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-being-fat-and-lazy.html' title='Just being fat and lazy'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/Sc_Qf2rJgXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XVt3ZQUuHUI/s72-c/EMC_0826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-3116311277209765531</id><published>2009-03-28T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T20:52:38.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting...</title><content type='html'>ok, we have a storm... big deal. that is the only thing about SC that i hate... summer storms and they are starting now apparently... ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so brandi and cheryl had another fight... nothing new, so brandi once again came over and hung out. we watched twilight and part of forgetting sarah marshall... then about 11:30 ish (like 10 minutes ago) i took her home. and the storm looks like it may thunder more... but nothing too major... thank god. ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk about church 2maro... i may go... idk, no car so i would have to go with mom or either borrow her car.  well, im tired as all get out... brandi prevented my sleep but its ok, it was nice hanging with her. so, 'nite all. will write soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-3116311277209765531?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/3116311277209765531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-4490651583695361029</id><published>2009-03-28T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T16:00:25.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slight Obsession...</title><content type='html'>I am now watching Twilight for the 7th consecutive time since i have owned it. I cant help it. Obsession may be a mild term. I have read the whole series 2 times and breaking dawn like 5 or 6 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work sucked. Theresa, Debbie and Martin were all out. It was only Karen, Mom and I up front til 11:45. Then Josh, Attilla and Charlotte came in...  Jason was running back and forth training Attilla's replacement, and fixing the screens. We had 2 go out... it was awful. Most of lunch i was window and bagging... ugh. I hated it... hoepfully things will work out good with Rag Tops and Roadsters and I can just quit CFA altogther. Im tired of it, really. I will miss Jason, but no one else. They just all get on my nerves lately. Karen is getting lazier and lazier... Charlottes ok, I would miss her too... but ugh... im just tired of it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to pay the phone/net bill today, and we went to walmart and i got jeremy, and his 2 nephews easter stuff today... yay. we also got stuff to make Roast beef with potato's, carrots, and rice n gravy 2maro. SO EXCITED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, im out for now but will write later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-4490651583695361029?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/4490651583695361029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=4490651583695361029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/4490651583695361029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/4490651583695361029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2009/03/slight-obsession.html' title='Slight Obsession...'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-3300913650356740664</id><published>2009-03-27T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:23:34.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ok so I am off today. yay. I had an interview today and it was awesome. I will have an interview work day, kinda like a trial so I will know whether or not that I like it. I'm pretty sure I will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So yea, jeremy is pretty much mad at me... and i thought I was going crazy... I told him that wed. i got off at 2 and had to go straight home, cuz my car is broke and i was driving moms. She had to go to work as soon as i got home with the car. So i thought I might have forgotten to tell him. well, last night I know i told him i was off 2day and had the interview then had to come home. Well he swears I didnt tell him and that I was crazy. well dad said he remembered hearing me tell him I was off... so idk... maybe he is going crazy =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I talked to travis today for the first time since... YESTERDAY =D i love travie bear. we talked until his stepdad came back. that asshole... the stepdad that is. I cannot stand him and i have never met him but they dont want me to meet him cuz he wont like what i gotta say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;As for work, i cant wait til atilla is gone... her and the other bitch theresa embarrassed the hell outta my friend billy and now he wont even talk to me and idk what the said. so thanks alot bitches. I wouldnt have even known unless steve wouldnt have said anything... tsk tsk tsk they need to leave my friends alone. i think atilla is jealous cuz her man wont marry her anymore... and theresa is jealous cuz im young and skinnier than her... so idk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And i have been watching twilight nonstop since ive gotten it.. its not as detailed as the book but still amazing. Jeremy said he picked me up something at BAM last night that is twilight affilated but wont tell me what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-3300913650356740664?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/3300913650356740664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=3300913650356740664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/3300913650356740664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/3300913650356740664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day...'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-2139710068696980722</id><published>2009-03-26T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:13:16.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>Damn. It has been too long. 2 months. Sorry for the scare, but I did not fall off the face of the earth. Just been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/ScxAO6EhnGI/AAAAAAAAACU/na37tfdUQCg/s1600-h/bfaf361d4b86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/ScxAO6EhnGI/AAAAAAAAACU/na37tfdUQCg/s320/bfaf361d4b86.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317695884868295778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy is going to need eye surgery. *sigh* oh the joy... (dark, dramatic, sarcastic tone) He has caterax in both eyes... Makes me sad. He found out when he went to NC for his grandfather's funeral. I joined him for the service and all. It was beautiful. I wish i could have met him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have acquired a puppy. A mutt named Guinnea Pig. =D He was named some Japanese thing that I couldn't pronounce. but we called him guinnea for short. so TA DA!!! Just add the pig, and there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of my friends see lab in him, and I do too. Imma ask the vet next time I go. He loves the vet, shockingly. He loves to play out doors, and loves other dogs and even cats. He loves to play with Bella, Jeremys kitten but the feeling isnt &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/ScxCQQA0zhI/AAAAAAAAACk/0Q7116XqFfM/s1600-h/bb92837c73e6cced49b0fd4f840f2052b16125f7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/ScxCQQA0zhI/AAAAAAAAACk/0Q7116XqFfM/s320/bb92837c73e6cced49b0fd4f840f2052b16125f7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317698106961481234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mutual. It's kinda funny to watch him chase her around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also read and fell in love with the whole Twilight t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/ScxC33leAtI/AAAAAAAAACs/LY0FBdoc4KE/s1600-h/28754d040661f920c0e4d439ebbed5135eff3dc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/ScxC33leAtI/AAAAAAAAACs/LY0FBdoc4KE/s320/28754d040661f920c0e4d439ebbed5135eff3dc2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317698787599057618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hing. Craze. Frenzy. Trend, whatever have you. I just love everything about the books, the story and the movie. Though the movie tends to piss jeremy off. It kinda made me mad at first but then after watching the entire thing i realized it shouldnt. They had to cut some stuff somewhere or it wouldve been waaaay longer than 2 hours. I averaged about 6 hours for each book. Took me a week total. I just love them. I probably &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/ScxDSjkux5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/vcTAoGDG-W4/s1600-h/d44619cb018a9c05ac1a37f0a3ad7fd496ca5ab7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/ScxDSjkux5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/vcTAoGDG-W4/s320/d44619cb018a9c05ac1a37f0a3ad7fd496ca5ab7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317699246083721106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;owe jeremy for a new copy of Breaking Dawn though. I may have broken the spine of the book. Twilight and Breaking Dawn are my favorites... I wont say why just incase you haven't read them but want too... Oh funny thing. My friend Thom looks just like Carlisle except Thom's hair is brown and a little longer. Too Funny actually! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny things happened today at CFA. First, when Rob comes in, Steve starts to bag. Well, I open the mini fridge and it hits steve and he says "ARRGGH!! damn it" well, i barely heard the damn it. Some lady pulls up and IDK if she heard the damn it or just him bitching about how imma bag for my self after that. She yells at him to apologize cuz he's a jerk and she hates his attitude and its against everything that CFA is for and blaaahhh blahhh blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some US Coast Guard comes in and gives me a credit card with the name "Stacy" on it. I thought it was his girlfriends card and say "You dont look like a stacy". His real name is stacy... "CRAP!!" was all i could think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Im tired and need to go to bed... gotta interview in the morning... Night Yall!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-2139710068696980722?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/2139710068696980722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=2139710068696980722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/2139710068696980722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/2139710068696980722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/ScxAO6EhnGI/AAAAAAAAACU/na37tfdUQCg/s72-c/bfaf361d4b86.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-7409122532129547374</id><published>2009-01-27T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:49:12.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raynaud's Disease</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Definition&lt;br /&gt;Raynaud's disease is a condition that causes some areas of your body — such as your fingers, toes, tip of your nose and your ears — to feel numb and cool in response to cold temperatures or stress. In Raynaud's disease, arteries that supply blood to your skin narrow, limiting blood circulation to affected areas.&lt;br /&gt;Women are more likely to have Raynaud's disease. It's also more common in people who live in colder climates.&lt;br /&gt;Treatment of Raynaud's disease depends on its severity and the presence of associated conditions. For most people, Raynaud's disease is more a nuisance than a disability. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Causes&lt;br /&gt;Doctors don't completely understand the cause of Raynaud's attacks, but blood vessels in the hands and feet appear to overreact to cold temperatures or stress:&lt;br /&gt;Cold temperatures. When your body is exposed to cold temperatures, your extremities lose heat. Your body slows down blood supply to your fingers and toes to preserve your body's core temperature. Your body specifically reduces blood flow by narrowing the small arteries under the skin of your extremities. In people with Raynaud's, this normal response is exaggerated.&lt;br /&gt;Stress. Stress causes a similar reaction to cold in the body, and likewise the body's response may be exaggerated in people with Raynaud's.&lt;br /&gt;Blood vessels in spasmWith Raynaud's, arteries to your fingers and toes go into what's called vasospasm. This constricts the vessels dramatically and temporarily limits blood supply. Over time, these same small arteries may also thicken slightly, further limiting blood flow. The result is that affected skin turns a pale and dusky color due to the lack of blood flow to the area. Once the spasms subside and blood returns to the area, the tissue may turn red before returning to a normal color.&lt;br /&gt;Cold temperatures are most likely to provoke an attack. Exposure to cold can be as simple as putting your hands under a faucet of running cold water, taking something out of the freezer or exposure to cold air. For some people, exposure to cold temperatures isn't necessary. Emotional stress alone can cause an episode of Raynaud's.&lt;br /&gt;Some researchers are studying whether Raynaud's may be partly an inherited disorder.&lt;br /&gt;Primary vs. secondary Raynaud's Raynaud's occurs in two main types:&lt;br /&gt;Primary Raynaud's. This is Raynaud's without an underlying disease or associated medical problem that could provoke vasospasm. Also called Raynaud's disease, it's the most common form of the disorder.&lt;br /&gt;Secondary Raynaud's. Also called Raynaud's phenomenon, this form is caused by an underlying problem. Although secondary Raynaud's is less common than the primary form, it tends to be a more serious disorder. Signs and symptoms of secondary Raynaud's usually first appear at later ages — around 40 — than they do for people with the primary form of Raynaud's.&lt;br /&gt;Causes of secondary Raynaud's include:&lt;br /&gt;Scleroderma. Raynaud's phenomenon occurs in the majority of people who have scleroderma — a rare disease that leads to hardening and scarring of the skin. Scleroderma, a type of connective tissue disease, results in Raynaud's because the disease reduces blood flow to the extremities.&lt;br /&gt;Lupus. Raynaud's is also a common problem for people with lupus — an autoimmune disease that can affect many parts of your body, including your skin, joints, organs and blood vessels. An autoimmune disease is one in which your immune system attacks healthy tissue.&lt;br /&gt;Rheumatoid arthritis. Raynaud's may be an initial sign of rheumatoid arthritis — an inflammatory condition causing pain and stiffness in the joints, often including the hands and feet.&lt;br /&gt;Sjogren's syndrome. Raynaud's phenomenon can also occur in people who have Sjogren's syndrome — an autoimmune disorder that may accompany scleroderma, lupus or rheumatoid arthritis.&lt;br /&gt;Diseases of the arteries. Raynaud's phenomenon can be associated with various diseases that affect arteries, such as atherosclerosis, which is the gradual buildup of plaques in blood vessels that feed the heart (coronary arteries), or Buerger's disease, a disorder in which the blood vessels of the hands and feet become inflamed. Primary pulmonary hypertension, a type of high blood pressure that affects the arteries of the lungs, is frequently associated with Raynaud's.&lt;br /&gt;Carpal tunnel syndrome. The carpal tunnel is a narrow passageway in your wrist that protects a major nerve to your hand. Carpal tunnel syndrome is a condition in which pressure is put on this nerve, producing numbness and pain in the affected hand. The affected hand may become more susceptible to cold temperatures and episodes of Raynaud's.&lt;br /&gt;Repetitive trauma. Raynaud's can also be caused by repetitive trauma that damages nerves serving blood vessels in the hands and feet. Some people who type or play the piano vigorously or for long periods of time may be susceptible to Raynaud's. Workers who operate vibrating tools can develop a type of Raynaud's phenomenon called vibration-induced white finger.&lt;br /&gt;Smoking. Smoking constricts blood vessels and is a potential cause of Raynaud's.&lt;br /&gt;Injuries. Prior injuries to the hands or feet, such as wrist fracture, surgery or frostbite, can lead to Raynaud's phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;Certain medications. Some drugs — including beta blockers, which are used to treat high blood pressure; migraine medications that contain ergotamine; medications containing estrogen; certain chemotherapy agents; and drugs that cause blood vessels to narrow, such as some over-the-counter cold medications — have been linked to Raynaud's.&lt;br /&gt;Chemical exposure. People exposed to vinyl chloride, such as those who work in the plastics industry, may develop an illness similar to scleroderma. Raynaud's can be a part of that illness.&lt;br /&gt;Other causes. Raynaud's has also been linked to thyroid gland disorders. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-7409122532129547374?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/7409122532129547374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=7409122532129547374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/7409122532129547374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/7409122532129547374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2009/01/raynauds-disease.html' title='Raynaud&apos;s Disease'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-5664889468830439518</id><published>2009-01-27T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:37:51.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while.</title><content type='html'>Ok, so much has happpened since i have last been on here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was shit. I had a HUGE party planned at one of my favorite restaraunts: Cracker Barrell. I invited over 50 people, and only 2 showed... Jeremy (naturally, he was my ride) and Emily. A few people had excuses, but i am mainly pissed at all the people who were like "yea im coming" but never showed or called to let me know.  Then Emily, Jeremy and I went to Chick Fil A to see Trish, Rob and Brian. Brian mis-made a shake and gave it to Emily and I. (We had already shared a hot fudge almond sunday at CB) and we didnt finish it but it was a nice gesture. Well, when trish got off at 8, we rode with them back to the casey residence for trish to change and then we meet up with kellan at the theater and we all watched Madagascar 2. (My 2nd time seeing it and a sense of de ja vu since last year i watched a movie on my birthday that I had seen before too...) but the coolest part was that we had the theater to ourselves so we laughed louder and had more fun. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then somehow or another I &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; met James Ackerman. (the nerd) ok, this one is a bit interesting. My father's sperm (aka my biological half brother) was best friends with James's brother Ben for as long as I can remember. I have seen him a few times throughout the years, often confusing him and ben. well, the night i FINALLY meet him was possibly terrifying... actually, it was pretty damn terrifying in the end. At first it was ok. Emily and I got off work about the same time, and we had planned on meeting him at the dojo. Well, I watched them practice, and even witnessed James teaching (kinda funny =D) well afterward we went to the waffle house in PI (where the dojo is located). The &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; included in this was Emily, James, Steph (very cool) Steph's snake =D, and trish soon joined us... oh yea, Spencer too.. So we chilled out and ate and I watched Steph, Spence and James play some card game when my sister sent me a text message saying "Jalyn is in the hospital". I called her freaking out... apparently Jalyn had a siezure and cheryl, of course, was freaking out... now by this point, i was paying for my food, freaking out begging james to take me to the hospital. James already agreed to take me home. Well, in his attempts to calm me down, he ate soooooooooooooooo slooooooooooooooowly... til i threatened to choke him with his food, which by the time i resorted to that, he was finished. so we told everyone bye, and headed to Gtown Hospital. (i later felt bad, because i felt like a jerk, being our first formal meeting not just with James, but with Steph, also. Emily said they understood, it was a dleicate situation.) Well, I stayed in the hospital til damn near midnight with no result as to what was wrong with my baby girl, my heartbeat. Well, coincidently, earlier that day, a little boy named Michael came into work and gave everyone a little figurine he made out of sand and glitter, his family had a business at one point, and i happened to get praying hands. they sat with us in the ER and now are in Jalyn's room. After almost a week and a variety of tests, Jalyn was released with no diagnosis. Thank God!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before Christmas Eve and Christmas Eve Night i stayed at grandmas. Actually, Cheryl, brandi, Ky and Jay all stayed too...  and it was exciting watching the girls open presents... oh they loved it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, New years eve, i got the opportunity to stay with Jeremy's family. and I took it. at first it was dramatic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy had taken a shower and didnt tell me... so Byron invited me back to sit with him and Myleah... and i was looking at all their photos.. like from their wedding. well, she was talking about how shitty people were. esp her made of honor. The girl didnt talk to Myleah after the wedding and was too busy the day they left for SC. but texted her saying she was excited about seeing her spring break, and myleah told her no. She said there were only 2 people she trusted fully, Byron and her mom. She listed the people she didnt trust fully, naming jeremy, his dad and i first, and apparently jeremy walked in on that statement and left. She also listed very close family members... well, she meant with her whole life... and it was taken the wrong way and took 3 times for everything to get worked out... and Im glad it did... we all learned alot about each other that night and Im thankful for that much... maybe all the drama can be left behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that, we all went to walmart to get food for dinner, and a game... the one we picked was fun at first, but got boring very quickly. The food was ok... meaning that she fixed wings (don't eat meat) and some kind of salsa with velvetta cheese and tomatos with chiles. Now that was good. we listened to jimmy buffet and bob marley. when it got close to midnight, we turned the tv on to watch the ball drop, and byron and myleah got out the champange glasse and filled them with sparkling cidar =D i wore a little pink hat with a matching blower... when midnight came, we drank, kissed and popped little poppers... the ones with paper confetti inside. very cool. the first new years with NOBODY drunk =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, also on new years eve... ham had been sneaking out the whole of christmas break except christmas eve and day... getting drunk and snorting pills... well, finally we got her to agree to rehab... that she was only there for 2 weeks. she refused to do anything, and they sent her home. well... Now, she has moved out and in with skylar... the bitch that caused all this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They day she moved, brandi tried to visit, and they wouldnt let her passed the door. Then Cheryl tried, and they threatened to call the law, and she beat them to the punch. she explained about rehab and all, and just wanting to talk... Ham refuses to see anyone. Well, the cop brought her home to get her medicine so dad wouldnt cause trouble i guess, i dont know really why... well, i emailed her trying to bribe her outta there.. shes 17 so we cant touch her... well, i tried to get her to move outta there... anywhere but there and the phone she would get... she refuses and she has even chopped her hair off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she wants mom and dad to sign a paper saying she can transfer schools. they refuse as long as she lives there. they dont mind her not being home, but there is a big no no. But i doubt they will if she moves to anywhere they want her too because the moment they agree, i know she will be right back there with them evil people. And i know they are setting her up and i guarentee they will pay IF any harm is done to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somewhere in this mess, I got a car. A 96 nissan sentra SXE... yay me... and then i got my first flat with it just this past sunday on my way to the grocery store to get dinner... just to find out my jack doesnt have a handle and i dont have a wrench thing for my wheels. lol fun times, fun time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my wedding date has been moved up thank God, and I want it to stay... will give me enough time to plan it all out... April 17, 2010... Jason doesnt like it because it was his wedding date... well obvisouly not the 2010 part... but he is my wedding coordinator... With Tabby still being my Made of Honor... though my bridesmaids have changed somewhat... I had 2 lined up that have been fired... but they will come with due time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight, jeremy will be here and I will be entertained... taken away and distracted from all this pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Speaking of pain, My best friend, my sister has Raynaud's disease... not sure what it is but i am going to research it as soon as i am done here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the second mentioning of pain... i have finished twilight and new moon and i have started on eclipse... i literally cannot put them down. i had to take a break from reading in the slight dark to type this up because im too lazy to turn a light on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i am going to research and will post more later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-5664889468830439518?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/5664889468830439518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=5664889468830439518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/5664889468830439518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/5664889468830439518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while.'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-2246907440933336462</id><published>2008-11-15T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:48:39.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the joys of tiredness...</title><content type='html'>Ok, im so sleepy and tired but the sleep must have ran away... I'm still continuing my search for a job and a car. I found several vehicles I'm interested in. And im hoping to work at walgreens. I just love the whole environment of it all... IDK... but I can't stay at Chick Fil A and idk if i want to continue working in resteraunts... at least not fast food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.... and im still fighting the, urge, the needing, the whatever for a baby. I know finacially I'm not ready.. but I still want one... I'm going to talk to Aunt Cheryl... hopefully soon, about getting Jalyn if anything happens before the baby turns 18 so she doesnt go to her daddy's family. Maybe that would ease my baby mania... i love that little ball of fun! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-2246907440933336462?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/2246907440933336462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=2246907440933336462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/2246907440933336462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/2246907440933336462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-joys-of-tiredness.html' title='Oh the joys of tiredness...'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-6434614812017139945</id><published>2008-11-14T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:57:48.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY WEBSITE</title><content type='html'>ok my site is up and fully functional...  yay!! still deciding on prices though!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-6434614812017139945?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/6434614812017139945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=6434614812017139945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/6434614812017139945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/6434614812017139945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2008/11/yay-website.html' title='YAY WEBSITE'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-3970233256412076452</id><published>2008-11-13T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:35:48.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are getting better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Heya. Jeremy and I are communicating better. I talked to him about how bad I want a baby, and how bad I want my wedding date moved to 2011. Well, as of now, it maybe 2011, depending on how things go. We agreed that finacially we aren't ready to be parents... But we will try one day... after 2013 or so. That way we can be together for a while before the kids come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which has always been my plan. I wanted to be married by 21 at the latest, and start having babies at 25/26ish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tabby knows what I am going through. She's going through it too. She wants a baby too... but she wants to wait til she has her own house and better income too... Then we will have kids together... I loves her more than turtles. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... Ham's birthday is tomorrow and i got her a surprise... WICKLES!! hahaha... She's sleeping so by the time she will find out it will be too late. She will already have them. And imma talk to hitler about helping me decorate a little for her 2maro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH NEW WEBSITES!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/SR0NoVEYvTI/AAAAAAAAABs/ztmveB-Eq2s/s1600-h/World+of+Scraps+Logo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268382125594819890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/SR0NoVEYvTI/AAAAAAAAABs/ztmveB-Eq2s/s320/World+of+Scraps+Logo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm opening my own scrapbooking service. I have 2 websites...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/worldofscraps"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/worldofscraps&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp;&amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/worldofscraps"&gt;http://www.freewebs.com/worldofscraps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Jay for helping me with the name, and Hitler (aka Travis) for helping me come up with a logo. I designed it all by myself and I like it. Hope you see that its mostly North America and Part of South America! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, gonna go do some more stuff... like look for more of my layouts and such... ttyl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-3970233256412076452?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/3970233256412076452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=3970233256412076452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/3970233256412076452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>depression</title><content type='html'>its hitting me like a tidal wave... i feel so depressed and idk what to do... jeremy is depressed and ugh... what to do what to do... i love him and dont wanna lose him but idk how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-6447248836139717934?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/6447248836139717934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=6447248836139717934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/6447248836139717934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/6447248836139717934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2008/11/depression.html' title='depression'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-6344440286876449941</id><published>2008-11-12T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:57:34.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yea</title><content type='html'>i almost forgot to mention that yesterday for 2.5 hours, i was stuck upfront by myself. i did DT, FL, bag and window all by myself with marcello and I calling for Attilla and Gaysen. dammit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-6344440286876449941?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/6344440286876449941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=6344440286876449941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/6344440286876449941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/6344440286876449941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-yea.html' title='oh yea'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-5291626349433415582</id><published>2008-11-12T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:00:56.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i am now on 2 day suspension from work... and i was only scheduled for 2 days the rest of the week, so I am done until our mandatory meeting on sunday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its for food theft... here is the reasoning behind this alleged theft....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST INCIDENT-giving away a med. lemonade. it was to a UPS guy who delivers heavy boxes to us quite frequently. I've seen ATTILLA the HUN do it for the SAME guy before, but no, its her so its ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND INCIDENT- giving away promotional material unauthorized. it was an extra sticker in drive thru for a lady who had been through once before that SAME day and&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/SRsnzYlsxYI/AAAAAAAAABk/gt6Mx1uaF2U/s1600-h/DSCI0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267847952867313026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/SRsnzYlsxYI/AAAAAAAAABk/gt6Mx1uaF2U/s320/DSCI0250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; asked for one, saying that the first person was clueless about what she was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRD INCIDENT- megan came to talk to me one day, and ordered food. she forgot to order fries and i said i would pay for them. so i promoed them out until i could get my money outta the car. Laura checked my register and saw them promoed.... and told jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to explain all 3 of these incidents.... but NONE of them would listen... so whatever, idc anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-5291626349433415582?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/5291626349433415582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=5291626349433415582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/5291626349433415582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/5291626349433415582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-hell.html' title='what the hell'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/SRsnzYlsxYI/AAAAAAAAABk/gt6Mx1uaF2U/s72-c/DSCI0250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-2686841005228151935</id><published>2008-11-11T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:39:48.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleh</title><content type='html'>today has just been aweful... first, i forgot to set my alarm but thank god momma was up to wake me up... then when i got here, jason and laura dissappeared and i had to do headset, window, frontline and bagger while they did whatever it was (i suspect talking about nothing). then mom forgot my carmex and i was pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh... and im still not too comfy with some stuff... but i still want a baby. its all i can think about anymore and its driving me nuts. ugh... bleh... and i need to go see lindy and jj to recover some misssing movies lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.... idk what to do... shoot me, please??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-2686841005228151935?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/2686841005228151935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=2686841005228151935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/2686841005228151935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/2686841005228151935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2008/11/bleh.html' title='bleh'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-3091165448555803484</id><published>2008-11-11T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T04:50:58.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh</title><content type='html'>oh the joy's of working at chick fil a. now i am stuck with atilla without my mom until 12 ish. at least jason is here. i loves him.... i'm going to be looking for a job closer to home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-3091165448555803484?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/3091165448555803484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=3091165448555803484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/3091165448555803484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/3091165448555803484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2008/11/ugh.html' title='ugh'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-6303594103336962393</id><published>2008-11-10T19:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:12:08.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to the corporate bitches</title><content type='html'>ya'll dont scare me... im tired of all the rules and regulations CHANGING LIKE FUCKING UNDERWEAR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im tired of the people you hire... yea they may help you save money and time but THEY ARE FUCKING RUDE AS HELL AND THATS NOT THE WAY TO KEEP EMPLOYEES....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in order to save money and time, you must treat your employees good or they will leave... and hiring new people takes time and money and if you are a fortunate business, its a pain in the ass to keep losing money and time because YOUR RUDE ASS MANAGERS KEEP PISSING THEM OFF AND THEY KEEP QUITING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your managers might want to quit being rude to customers.... they will soon leave... and take everyone they know with them to another business...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one last time... IM NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU. YOU DONT SCARE ME AT ALL... I CAN WORK FOR ANYONE ELSE MAKING MORE MONEY AND TAKING LESS SHIT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and watch your backs, corporate bitches....lawsuits aren't pretty or cheap... keep that in mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-6303594103336962393?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/6303594103336962393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=6303594103336962393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/6303594103336962393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/6303594103336962393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-corporate-bitches.html' title='to the corporate bitches'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-8645674304940775218</id><published>2008-11-10T18:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:46:21.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so much STRESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;ok to start off with today i found out 2 of my friends are dating... and that never ends well... then one of them came into work, while i was busy and tried to talk to me about some texts i sent to the other....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ugh, then they forgot to order fries so i promo-ed some out... and atilla found out and bitched at me... then she told the big boss and she mentioned the words "fired" and "write up". well, i could care less right now... that BITCH pisses me off and i DONT CARE ANYMORE!!!!!!!! shit man, FUCK HER... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got the job at arby's but they are waiting til they get more business or dec. 1 which ever comes first.... so heelll yeeeaaaa.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now, i really, really, really, REALLY wanna get married... and i really re&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/SRjx088W7cI/AAAAAAAAABI/y8vwzIwDsLw/s1600-h/DSCI0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267225656224574914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/SRjx088W7cI/AAAAAAAAABI/y8vwzIwDsLw/s320/DSCI0310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ally really want to have a kid. like now. and i have no idea why. I'm like all depressed and stuff because I want to get married and have kids.... and i know im not waiting til 2013... it will be before 2013 before i get married... i want kids about 2013 not married... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just feel like i was born to be a mom and its very difficult for me to be one when my PARTNER in crime and love is refusing to let me live out my dream.... my destination... and idk what to do... i need him so much and yet.... idk... I SO WANNA BE A MOM!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;why, i just love kids, and i want one... just really bad... I am so ready... I can make it if i tried but jeremy isnt ready. idk.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so much confusion, stress, depression... i need to get outta here... oh and not to mention, my uncle is supposedly getting married this saturday and i hate it... and idk if it will happen... havent talked to anyone that way in a long time... idk if i want to. i do need to tell JJ im not mad at her... but i dont want to talk to my uncle as long as he is with that WHORE of a lying preacher.... i cant stand her, and i refuse to agree to this. i want to so badly go to OK and kick BOTH there asses... his for being so STUPID and hers just because of all the stress and shit shes puttin my uncle through and all the shit she had put him through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE HELL I WANNA CRY... I REALLY REALLY REALLY WANT A BABY... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELL MAN.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-8645674304940775218?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/8645674304940775218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=8645674304940775218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/8645674304940775218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/8645674304940775218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-much-stress.html' title='so much STRESS'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/SRjx088W7cI/AAAAAAAAABI/y8vwzIwDsLw/s72-c/DSCI0310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-4897360216039199361</id><published>2008-11-10T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:00:10.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn.</title><content type='html'>it has officially happened again... one of my friends is dating my ex and Idk how to feel about it. I mean i know how she is, and i know what he has been through... and i dont wanna see him hurt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know why i am feeling like this... i mean, we've been good friends and all... maybe its just me wanting to be a good friend... a great friend... idk... DAMN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-4897360216039199361?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/4897360216039199361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=4897360216039199361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/4897360216039199361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/4897360216039199361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2008/11/damn.html' title='damn.'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-5584381467313407841</id><published>2008-11-07T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:09:07.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>Things have been pretty fiesty around here lately. Lots of drama at work and all... But most importantly the election. Some many people voted because of color and I know this for a fact...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A radio station DJ went out to interview people in Harlam about who they were voting for, but what he did was change all of Barack's Points to McCains, so everything they were talking about was McCain but used Obama's name instead. They even used Palin for Obama's VP. And every SINGLE one was for McCains and Palins Points but said they were voting for Obama. Now if you can't even keep up with whos VP is who, then you shouldn't vote, especially when Obama was against everything they DJ was saying... STUPID IGNORANT PEOPLE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tPPBVPcuYF0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tPPBVPcuYF0&lt;/a&gt;   there is the video from what the DJ did. explaining everything....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pisses me off... Like I said, IF YOU DON'T KNOW YOUR CANDIDATE CHOICE'S POLICIES THEN YOU SHOULD NOT VOTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin wrote something that was quite inspring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President has no actual power without Congress and the House of Representatives...he can veto, but that's about it.High school Government taught me, at the very least, that.The country isn't going down the drain due to the election of either candidate.The country is already headed that way in the first place.If you have failed notice the current economic CRISIS our country is facing.Just in case you did fail to notice, however, we are in an ECONOMIC CRISIS.Also, there is very little that can be changed in four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes time to implement change.And here is the worst case scenario....John McCain dies...we have Sarah Palin...thank God she would only be president for a very SHORT period of time (In case the Republican side failed to notice...she is also a candidate with very little REAL experience...she was the Governor of ALASKA. That says it all right there.&lt;br /&gt;She also can't even keep her own family in line, much less yours.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other worst case scenario: Barak Obama is full of crap...he is only here four years...and he has to go through an entire checks and balances system to implement any of the CHANGE he proposes. And the Senate is reelected every 2 years. So...that means...if a Republican Senate is elected...nothing is going to really actually change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of this post is for you to be informed and vote on someone not because they are white or black...Democrat or republican. Do it for values, education, the welfare of others. Do it because of where you stand and your personal convictions.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LOOK WHAT BARACK OBAMA IS TRYING TO DO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit this site! We must fight to stop the killing more innocent lives!&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3"&gt;http://www&lt;/a&gt;.fightfoca.com/FOCA Would Wipe Away Every Restriction on Abortion NationwideThis would eradicate state and federal laws that the majority of Americans support, such as:* Bans on Partial Birth Abortion* Requirements that women be given information about the risks of getting an abortion* Only licensed physicians can perform abortions* Parents must be informed and give consent to their minor daughter's abortionFOCA would erase these laws and prevent states from enacting similar protective measures in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a single stroke of the pen, the Freedom of Choice Act (FOCA) would establish the right to abortion as a fundamental right (like the right to free speech) and wipe away every restriction on abortion nationwide.Twenty Senators (including Sen. Barack Obama) and 109 U.S. Representatives have co-sponsored this "Freedom of Choice Act." The stated aim of this legislation is to "end the abortion wars."To these legislators, "ending the abortion wars" means allowing abortion for any reason, at any time, without any restriction or any regulation. This would eradicate state and federal laws that the majority of Americans support.FOCA would erase these laws and prevent states from enacting similar protective measures in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americans United for Life (AUL), a pro-life law and policy organization, has prepared an analysis of the "Freedom of Choice Act." Please click here to read AUL Vice President &amp;amp; Legal Director Denise Burke’s analysis of this horrendous legislation.Please add your name to the Fight FOCA petition and let your friends know about Barack Obama’s promise to expand abortion throughout the country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-5584381467313407841?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/5584381467313407841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=5584381467313407841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/5584381467313407841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/5584381467313407841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-2096577263189310634</id><published>2008-11-06T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T06:26:27.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/SRL9kzUIEYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/koNbv2RMj5w/s1600-h/DSCI0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265549723041272194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/SRL9kzUIEYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/koNbv2RMj5w/s320/DSCI0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a couple of interviews at Arby's and I go back this afternoon for another. Been super busy lately. Yesterday, Jeremy and I went and hung out with my grandma all day and I am grateful we did because at first he didn't want to go. But i appreciate him doing so. So we had fun, went to Ryans and Walmart. Grandma bought me 2 things of cake mix and icing and i made a 3 layer cake with just one box and one thing of icing and it is yummy! i stayed with her last night and I'm glad I did. Her alarm was being funny today &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/SRL-OS9o4yI/AAAAAAAAABA/n-kKEAbI6zk/s1600-h/th_5ce9a0ab(bw).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265550435911525154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/SRL-OS9o4yI/AAAAAAAAABA/n-kKEAbI6zk/s320/th_5ce9a0ab(bw).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and didn't go off so I woke her up 15 minutes late (it was on time forme) and we got ready and went to hardees and washed her car and I was at work 30 minutes early! yay me! now i am no break, and I am running out of time. I shall return with the stories of my not-so-interesting-but-midly-funny-and-always-true-life-of-aimee-and-family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-2096577263189310634?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/2096577263189310634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=2096577263189310634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/2096577263189310634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/2096577263189310634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-things.html' title='New things!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/SRL9kzUIEYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/koNbv2RMj5w/s72-c/DSCI0107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-6690233337177352857</id><published>2008-11-01T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T04:14:02.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dammit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/SQw5rZ7QtAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PFyESAzdHhE/s1600-h/me+and+jeremy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263645482345870338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/SQw5rZ7QtAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PFyESAzdHhE/s320/me+and+jeremy3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, last time. I am not gonna move. It broke my heart last night just to think about not seeing Jeremy, my grandma, my nieces, my family on a daily basis. It would be nice to live on my own and stuff but I am a big family person, and I would miss them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went shopping with my grandma yesterday. She called me while I was packing and asked if I wanted to go to town with her. We went to walmart to get vampire teeth for Nick, and while we where there, she bought me 2 shirts. they are cute. Then we got some water, and went out to eat at ryans. Jay called me =D i miss talking to him sometimes. He's very nifty. (But not quite as nifty as jeremy =D) So we ate, then went to visit Jo Anne @ GMH. She's got cellulitus in both legs... ugh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went back to her house, and I put up all the water we bought, and then went to take some stuff to aunt cheryls. well, she needed a shower so grandma and I took the girls to my house so mom and i could watch them while cheryl got ready. Jalyn was a bunny and Kyleigh was a kitty. So cute... but Ky was tired and you could tell. So then I dressed all piraty and stuff.... and Jeremy and I went to Janets, Grandmas, Aunt Katies then to Scott and Jess's where we spent ALL night in the car talking... then to my house and talked some more... and i finished packing only to get up 4 hours later (yes, i only slept 4 hours) and decided not to go... so jeremy and i had one heck of a time last night for me not to go. Shelly, Todd, and Megan are gonna be pissed but right now, I don't care. I need my family on a daily basis and I wont get it there like i want it... especially with the Holiday seasons coming... Thanksgiving, birthdays, christmas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm off now... gonna try to squeeze in a nap before work... (ps, I know that picture is kinda old but it is one of my favorites... actually it is really old... it was the christmas of 05... one week after we started dating...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-6690233337177352857?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/6690233337177352857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=6690233337177352857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/6690233337177352857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/6690233337177352857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2008/11/dammit.html' title='Dammit'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/SQw5rZ7QtAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PFyESAzdHhE/s72-c/me+and+jeremy3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-7219615657504902096</id><published>2008-10-30T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T18:47:20.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*</title><content type='html'>Man, I don't know.... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm just so confused. I really want to get out in the world and try to get my feet wet a little bit. but everyone i love seems to be holding me back. but all for different reasons...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jeremy is scared of losing me, and i dont want to lose him. but i would only be going closer to work. and i would miss him but we could hang out more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jason is worried about how imma get places... his boyfriend moved here from PA and his roomies all agreed to get him where he needed to be but apparently lied about it... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so worried about it... its like picking petals from a flower... I go... I dont... I go, I dont.... but it seems like THE DAMN PETALS KEEP ON GOING!!!!!! WHY WONT THEY JUST TELL ME!!! UGH!!! imma think more on this... its a tricky situation...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-7219615657504902096?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/7219615657504902096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=7219615657504902096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/7219615657504902096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/7219615657504902096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='*'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-5524904342310891266</id><published>2008-10-30T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T06:49:47.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/SQm7dTUBPqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nb2agoo2Gl8/s1600-h/DSCI0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262943751633976994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/SQm7dTUBPqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nb2agoo2Gl8/s320/DSCI0156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I am not going to move after all. I really do like Shelley and Todd but alot of my family and close friends are just so negative and against me moving. Jeremy doesn't like it because of the fact that all the family holiday's are coming and my birthday and all that happy stuff. And i would miss him, because he said he couldn't stay with me there because he doesn't know todd and shelley that well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason is sucking balls about it. Telling me I'm stupid which slightly concerns me. But, IDK. i'd miss the girls and all... and my family (don't tell them I said that)... Especially Jeremy coming over. So... I'm staying home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-5524904342310891266?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/5524904342310891266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=5524904342310891266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/5524904342310891266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/5524904342310891266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2008/10/sigh.html' title='*Sigh*'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/SQm7dTUBPqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nb2agoo2Gl8/s72-c/DSCI0156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132670272359888893.post-4722971257221938510</id><published>2008-10-27T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T04:44:37.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life...</title><content type='html'>*Sigh* My life is going ok. I'm moving to the beach and all. Its lots of fun. Jeremy and I are still AWESOME. I loves him... I also may be getting a new job! YAY!!!! I hope everything works out the way I hope. I'm meeting with Shellie and Todd today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132670272359888893-4722971257221938510?l=themomentisallours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/feeds/4722971257221938510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132670272359888893&amp;postID=4722971257221938510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/4722971257221938510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132670272359888893/posts/default/4722971257221938510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentisallours.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-life.html' title='My life...'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980689451692772855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xulANs4ZNKw/TCz5e9yu8wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jyDA4Rehg8Y/S220/MEMEMEMME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
