<?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-8425257513041346931</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:22:22.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life without shoes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249417575073494179</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/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R5AggF95XYI/AAAAAAAAACU/pHXwZOnEKUQ/S220/us.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425257513041346931.post-9099396333889594149</id><published>2009-01-20T12:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:28:54.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recalling ALL books !?!</title><content type='html'>Well, I came in this morning and my boss, Bettye, told me that!....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. According to a new law they are passing soon, books are in the recall. Toys, books, and other things children 12 years and younger could or would play with may be recalled starting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of this year. A new law may/will pass that anything that children play with has to be tested for lead, and other harmful substances they are finding in toys these days. I guess it's like the toys that were made in China that had lead in them that were putt out by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mattel&lt;/span&gt;, Fisher price, etc.. According to what she said, all books must be tested. Good luck with that one. I can see testing toys, but how are they gonna test all the books in the local libraries? Who is gonna do this and who will pay? Are they gonna have sniffing dogs that smell whatever they are  looking for? If they look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thru &lt;/span&gt;our books they will probably find some mold, mildew, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cheeto&lt;/span&gt; stains, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;grease&lt;/span&gt; stains, and other things I don't wanna mention. I realize this is all for good intentions, but come on! I think they are getting  themselves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;waaaaay&lt;/span&gt; to deep in this. I think the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;CPSIA&lt;/span&gt; needs to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;reevaluate&lt;/span&gt; this decision about the books thing. I can see passing a law on all new books, but how can they possibly go and test all the library books. On the other hand, I lost 2 more pounds! Yay me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425257513041346931-9099396333889594149?l=gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/feeds/9099396333889594149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8425257513041346931&amp;postID=9099396333889594149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/9099396333889594149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/9099396333889594149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/2009/01/recalling-all-books.html' title='Recalling ALL books !?!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249417575073494179</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/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R5AggF95XYI/AAAAAAAAACU/pHXwZOnEKUQ/S220/us.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425257513041346931.post-9012748488938945601</id><published>2009-01-17T09:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T09:27:54.778-06:00</updated><title type='text'>been a~while</title><content type='html'>Ok so it's been a long time....actually almost a year since I have done anything with this stuff. I have been busy being a mommy to a pre-teen boy and a prissy 7 year old girl. Ontop of that I work and hardly have time to sleep at night! But, this year I plan to make more me time. I PLAN on that anyways. haha. If things don't get done, they just won't get done.&lt;br /&gt; Just for the record it is &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; cold here in  Alabama. It's been a while since the pond in my backyard has frozen. It was frozen this morning!&lt;br /&gt; This year I have started weight watchers. I am not going to any meetings where you have to talk to other people about crap like that. I just bought the materials online and I am doing it by myself . So far...I have lost like 5 lbs this week, which is great. My goal is to loose 30 lbs by my birthday ( April 3). I think I can do it. I will be 29 this year and I know the older you get, the harder it is to loose weight. The program is really simple once you get the hang of it. You don't have to starve yourself. I have come to realize that cokes are BAD. I had become a coke addict. If you drink one of those a day, then you can gain like 15 lbs a year. That's alot. I haven't had a coke in like 3 1/2 weeks.....except for when Julia-ann and I were at the mall this past week buying books at Walden's. It was really hot in the mall and she had to go to the bathroom and I had to go get something to drink. We went by chick-fil-a and I got 1-regular coke. You know after you stop drinking those, they taste different when you do drink one. Anyway...I can do this. I will do this. When you have to write what you are eating down, it adds up and you realize what all you have been shoving down your throat. I eat a lot of salads lately. However those can be scarry too. Yah just gotta lay off all those toppings. Which sucks too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425257513041346931-9012748488938945601?l=gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/feeds/9012748488938945601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8425257513041346931&amp;postID=9012748488938945601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/9012748488938945601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/9012748488938945601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/2009/01/been-awhile.html' title='been a~while'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249417575073494179</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/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R5AggF95XYI/AAAAAAAAACU/pHXwZOnEKUQ/S220/us.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425257513041346931.post-7418674087459359213</id><published>2008-04-07T09:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T10:18:18.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh....to be a kid again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R_ozP0S20FI/AAAAAAAAAEM/53z2jJe3DRU/s1600-h/challengewall.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this weekend our church put on a fundraiser for our missions trip. I am not going, however my father and brother are. They are going to Mexico this year. So, to raise money, our church hosted the first annual Faith, Famiy and Fun day out at the peanut festival fairgrounds. We had several churches come and sing and we also had b and b inflatables come out and set up several of their inlatables. It was so much fun. Even for us big people. I used the excuse that I was "helping" my 2 year old nephew, Nathan get up on the big slide. Jeremy and I halped people strap in on the bungee basketball blow up. That was so much fun just watching people trying to make the shot. My dad and one o fhte other deacons from the church participated in that one. My Dad won....Go Dad!!! Haha. My family, well at least my dad and me are very competitive. All day Saturday it rained. It was a good thing that everything was inside so no one got wet. However the rock wall challenge was outside. Just so happens my Dad was incharge of that one. I am shocked that I am not sick. I was standing under this small tent by my Dad when he cahllenged me to climb this 30 foot rock wall. I said, "Dad, are you crzy. It is raining". He looked at me and said, "so"! So I had to do it now. He asked me which side I wanted to start out on and I said, "the hardest". haha. I made it half way up. I think I would have made it if it wasn't as slippery. They had taken a lot of the pegs that help you up on that side just to make it harder. So, I tried the second level....the middle. I made it all the way to the top and then my Dad, Yeah he is 58 this year, started climbing the one to my right. He was shaking the wall. I fell. Oh and my Dad said when you repel down, kick off the wall. Duh, I knew that one. However, I forgot it was raining. I kicked off and my foot slipped whe I pushed off. So, when I did that, It truned me around and my back hit every peg all the way down. Didn't hurt as bad as it sounds. So, as everyone is laughing at me...not only because I am out in the rain and soaked, it was just funny to some people..inclucing the pastor. Ok, so this made me try again.... made it and then I did the next wall. Jeremy was laughing at me. Oh and for the record, He didn't go up it...just saying. When your get to the top, there is this skull you have to put your hand in to ring the buzzer. So, when I get to the top, I laid on it and didn't let go. I guess you could say I was aggrivating people. But , I deserved it. I made it and it was storming. The last time I was up there, it starting to really storm so I came down really fast. Today I amd so sore. But is was worth it. This is not the picture that I took, but this looks like the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186522698720137314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R_o66kS20GI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xvzQRuyizkM/s320/challengewall.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8425257513041346931-7418674087459359213?l=gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7418674087459359213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8425257513041346931&amp;postID=7418674087459359213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/7418674087459359213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/7418674087459359213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/2008/04/ohto-be-kid-again.html' title='Oh....to be a kid again.'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249417575073494179</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/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R5AggF95XYI/AAAAAAAAACU/pHXwZOnEKUQ/S220/us.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R_o66kS20GI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xvzQRuyizkM/s72-c/challengewall.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425257513041346931.post-5630472467971501375</id><published>2008-04-01T11:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:43:52.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The last SUPPER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s274.photobucket.com/albums/jj276/Ranmtd/?action=view&amp;amp;current=last_supper.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/kristinrnorth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=last-supper.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/kristinrnorth/last-supper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I am going to say. The Lord's Supper of better know was the Last Supper. This was the last supper the Lord ate with his apostles and deciples before his death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425257513041346931-5630472467971501375?l=gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/feeds/5630472467971501375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8425257513041346931&amp;postID=5630472467971501375' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/5630472467971501375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/5630472467971501375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-supper.html' title='The last SUPPER'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249417575073494179</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/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R5AggF95XYI/AAAAAAAAACU/pHXwZOnEKUQ/S220/us.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425257513041346931.post-8219465180200811697</id><published>2008-04-01T11:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:17:39.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>supper/dinner</title><content type='html'>This is a very short blog in respose to Hila's blog on Monday (March 31). So I have done more research on this issue on the breakfast/lunch/SUPPER. My husband agrees with Hila. I am ashamed to say in church this past Sunday I was telling him about the "disagreement" that Hila and some other people were having about this issue on eating times. The reason I told him about it is that I saw in the bulletin where the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUPPER &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;menu and prices were listed. He said it was breakfast/lunch/dinner. I expect him to disagree with me, he always does. I could say that the flowers are yellow. He would say gold. That's just my Jeremy. However I will over-rule him because I can and this is My blog. So. That is that and this is this. My eyes are itching (they are mowing the grass for the 2nd here at the library). I also have to do some other things around here so talk to yall guys soon, maybe over supper some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/kristinrnorth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=supperdic.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/kristinrnorth/supperdic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425257513041346931-8219465180200811697?l=gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/feeds/8219465180200811697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8425257513041346931&amp;postID=8219465180200811697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/8219465180200811697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/8219465180200811697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/2008/04/supperdinner.html' title='supper/dinner'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249417575073494179</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/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R5AggF95XYI/AAAAAAAAACU/pHXwZOnEKUQ/S220/us.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425257513041346931.post-7163018562141599785</id><published>2008-02-29T15:50:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T16:14:20.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Very itchy eyes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past 2 weeks for me have been crummy. My last weekend to work I woke up and my right eye was itching. I thought it was just allergies as usual. So, I got up and came into work. Blah. Got here and it was very busy. About break time I noticed that my eye seems to be getting worse. I had to put drops in them about 2 or 3 times an hour (yeah I know your not suppose to do that). I had Ai with me that day because Jeremy had to work at a EMS convention or something like that. So, at luch time I decided to go to Walmart with Ali and then go get something to eat. My eye at this time was starting to ooooozzze. Gross. In the back of my mind I thought I could possibly have pink eye. The day before there was a kid that came in with very red eyes. Yeah apparently this kids had pink eye. So, ok Iam atWalmart looking in the eye drops section to see if there is somehting else I can take. I wasn't really sure If I had pink eye, bc my eyes were not swollen at all. But, I still have this thought in the ack of my head....more like a fear that I had pink eye. So I see this stuff that is OTC for pink eye. It'called Simiasan Pink eye relief. Just for the record....It's dosen't work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Within the &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172527707343319890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="127" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R8iCi2sQc1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/SgS6jIz8bzI/s320/untitled.bmp" width="90" border="0" /&gt;hour my eye was wrose and I was certain I had the pink eye. Or as Jeremy calls it....the stink eye. Thanks to the movie, Knocked Up". The guys in that movie all get pink eye bc one guy farts on the other guys pillow. ...the stink eye.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ok so I had to go to the doctor and pay a $30 co-pay just to get a $23 bottle of antiobiotics for my eye. $53.00 pinkeye...now that sucks. So I go home and needless to say I don't go into work to following day, Sunday. My co-worker were thankful. I couldn't have seen how to drive anyway. My eye was swollen shut. The dr. told me to put drops in both eyes to keep it from spreading. So, I did. I was better and returned to work on Tuesday. I also went to work on Wednesday. However, Thursday morning, I woke up around....oh..... 1 a.m and my left eye was swollen. GREAT. Freakin wonderful. But, It wasn't that bad. The swelling had mostly gone down by that afternoon and I went to work the next day. I went through a whole bottle of hand sanitizer too. ! &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/8425257513041346931-7163018562141599785?l=gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7163018562141599785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8425257513041346931&amp;postID=7163018562141599785' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/7163018562141599785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/7163018562141599785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/2008/02/very-itchy-eyes.html' title='Very itchy eyes....'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249417575073494179</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/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R5AggF95XYI/AAAAAAAAACU/pHXwZOnEKUQ/S220/us.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R8iCi2sQc1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/SgS6jIz8bzI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425257513041346931.post-2779451992806177652</id><published>2008-01-31T11:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T11:10:31.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stollen goods</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;After reading Hila's blog on Jem (really cool Barbie form the 80's) the other day, I decided to go home and do some plundering. A couple of years ago, well more like 6, Anne and I were cleaning out the junk/storage/we might need in 75 years but probably won't closet, I found 2 really cool items. I have no idea who they belonged to or why the h-love had these items. We threw out boxes and boxes of crap. However I found in one of the boxes some paperdolls from 1986. They were still in the original packages ( most things are...we keep everything) OK so the paperdolls were of Jem and Barbie and the rockers. As I told Hila the other day, Gees, I really wanted a Jem doll, but my parents never bought me one. I guess they thought it was the devil just like the Ninja Turtles were apparently. So here is the pics of the outside of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R6IBe4bKtEI/AAAAAAAAADM/MlcfQmCwmTw/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R6IBIIbKtDI/AAAAAAAAADE/1NsQ770MA_w/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161689362132022322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" height="197" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R6IBIIbKtDI/AAAAAAAAADE/1NsQ770MA_w/s320/scan0001.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R6IBe4bKtEI/AAAAAAAAADM/MlcfQmCwmTw/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R6IBIIbKtDI/AAAAAAAAADE/1NsQ770MA_w/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R6IBe4bKtEI/AAAAAAAAADM/MlcfQmCwmTw/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;these paperdolls. They are from 1986 and still have the price "sticker" on them. Wern't those the simple times. When ya had the price of the item on the item. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R6IJ_YbKtFI/AAAAAAAAADU/2B2hrPvtZiA/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R6IKOIbKtGI/AAAAAAAAADc/zm8yPpkckX0/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161699360815887458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R6IKOIbKtGI/AAAAAAAAADc/zm8yPpkckX0/s320/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R6IMTYbKtJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/tBydmEUVbkU/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161701650033456274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R6IMTYbKtJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/tBydmEUVbkU/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't ya just love Barbie's figure? It's so awesome and realistic. OK so those are the Rockers. The following are from the Jem girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R6ILUYbKtII/AAAAAAAAADs/qWzYCUKqlws/s1600-h/scan0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161700567701697666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R6ILUYbKtII/AAAAAAAAADs/qWzYCUKqlws/s320/scan0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R6ILLYbKtHI/AAAAAAAAADk/fh4Vjik8VZw/s1600-h/scan0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161700413082874994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R6ILLYbKtHI/AAAAAAAAADk/fh4Vjik8VZw/s320/scan0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These girls are totally awesome. I am so loving AJA witht he yellow heels and the white socks. I really hope that one dosen't come back into style. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I still have all of my Barbie dolls. Correction: I still have all the dolls my sister and I didn't decide to cu their hair or give surgery to. There were so many willing candidates. Hey, we were bored and that was "before" the nintendo. So this is all we had to do. After playing with the barbies for about 10 minutes or so....things tended to fizzly out. They couldn't move or talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425257513041346931-2779451992806177652?l=gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/feeds/2779451992806177652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8425257513041346931&amp;postID=2779451992806177652' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/2779451992806177652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/2779451992806177652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/2008/01/stollen-goods.html' title='Stollen goods'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249417575073494179</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/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R5AggF95XYI/AAAAAAAAACU/pHXwZOnEKUQ/S220/us.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R6IBIIbKtDI/AAAAAAAAADE/1NsQ770MA_w/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425257513041346931.post-6589455435244880620</id><published>2008-01-25T09:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T09:51:16.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok forgot about something. After reading Hila's blog yesterday on the squeaky bed and funny roomates, I went ot lunch. I was driving around and saw this sign. Usually I wouldn't think anything about it. However, after reading her blog....I guess I turned 16 again and started laughing. OK you guys have seen these around town and they apparently have them in other cities besides Dothan. oK Hila this is totally not nice, but would solve your problem with ah....the noisy neighbor, I am gonna steal you one of these sign...not in Dothan cause that would be dumb, but somewhere else. I will bring you said sign and you can put it in their hallway. Hah. Yeah I am prolly not gonna do that, but it would be cool. I can explain that to my hubby as I call him from jail. I got arrested for stealing a "speed Hump" sign. Imagine telling that one to my grandkids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159441449263739938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R5oEqYbKtCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ELgYweHV8oU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the one I saw yesterday due to that fact I never have my camera when I need it. I have become lazy in that matter. However this is is the sign I am talking about. hehehahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day to all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425257513041346931-6589455435244880620?l=gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/feeds/6589455435244880620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8425257513041346931&amp;postID=6589455435244880620' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/6589455435244880620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/6589455435244880620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/2008/01/ok-forgot-about-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249417575073494179</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/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R5AggF95XYI/AAAAAAAAACU/pHXwZOnEKUQ/S220/us.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R5oEqYbKtCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ELgYweHV8oU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425257513041346931.post-7251242043228435716</id><published>2008-01-25T09:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T09:31:56.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tax.....credit?</title><content type='html'>Yay! It's Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I was looking last night at cnn.com on the "tax credit" proposal. I love me some money. OK so I was looking to see what the in's and out's were gonna be and who was gonna get this so called "Tax credit". It's not that I am against such things, but I don't actuall think it iis fair. Just by looking at it, it looks like Jeremy and I will get back around $1,800 sometime this summer. I did see something though that pissed me off to no end. Basically they (the government) are giving every single person who makes up to $75,000  and every married couple who makes up to $150,000  a year a rebate check. The single people would get $600 and the couples would get $1,200. Yay for us. Oko and for those of you who have chirren you will get $300 per child. So this is where I get $1,800. Yeah, somehow I will probably get screwed, but, this is what I am crossing my fingers for. The part that I disagree with is the part where people who don't even pay federal taxes get money? How the heck you gonna get a "tax credit" when you don't even pay taxes. That's like additional money you get when you've not even paid into the system. WHAT???? Oh and the democrats what to get food stamp credits. I am really confused on that. How does that work and what does that have to do with taxes? The only thing I can figure out with that is that it will boost food sales....and in turn help with an increase of jobs and food producers. So, I guess that explains that part. Maybe. However I still don't understand the people who will get a "tax credit" rebate check when they don't pay taxes to start with? HUh? This really annoys. I have to go to work, to pay bills. I have a house to pay for for the next 22 years and a car and insurance and food (I want some free food) and other crazy bills. Well Jeremy pays for most of that, but it is still money that has to be paid and is coming from our family income. They say you have to at least make $3,000 a year andnot pay taxes to get this $300 tax reabate. I reallize it is only $300 but come on. I'd like to get out of paying taxes too. Looking at my W-2 I paid about $3,000 last year to the federal government. That's just out of my paycheck. That's not including what taxes I pay to the local government everytime I fill up my car (which I am getting very tired of at this moment,....Like $40 a week...sucks) and everytime I wanna do anything. This is also not including what my husband paid in  taxes last year....which I don't wanna even know in fear I may go burn something down. jk yall ...maybe. Ok so what I need is an explination on how the heck they get off saying that they are gonna give people $300 to every person who dosen't pay taxes and a least makes $3,000 a year, which by the way isn't much anymore. Ok so here is where I get these facts from &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/POLITICS/01/24/economic.stimulus/index.html?iref=newssearch"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2008/POLITICS/01/24/economic.stimulus/index.html?iref=newssearch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend yall. Ane be safe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425257513041346931-7251242043228435716?l=gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7251242043228435716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8425257513041346931&amp;postID=7251242043228435716' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/7251242043228435716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/7251242043228435716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/2008/01/taxcredit.html' title='Tax.....credit?'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249417575073494179</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/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R5AggF95XYI/AAAAAAAAACU/pHXwZOnEKUQ/S220/us.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425257513041346931.post-7958904839558971169</id><published>2008-01-24T09:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T09:16:15.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain Crunch...with berries</title><content type='html'>All I have this morning is...nothing. That's pretty much. I went home last night, heated up some stew I had in the freezer and took a shower. I then layed in my cozy bed until about 10pm and finally went to sleep around 11 last night. I didn't feel like getting up thins morning, so I didn't at my usual time. I then took a diet dr. pepper out of the fridge and got my kellogg's cereal bowl and filled it full with some captain crunch berries and drove to work eating them, withou milk! Yes, I look and feel like crap. And don't really care. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c311/BowlingGoddess09/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cpn_crunch_haworth.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Captain Crunch" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c311/BowlingGoddess09/cpn_crunch_haworth.gif" 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/8425257513041346931-7958904839558971169?l=gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7958904839558971169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8425257513041346931&amp;postID=7958904839558971169' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/7958904839558971169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/7958904839558971169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/2008/01/captain-crunchwith-berries.html' title='Captain Crunch...with berries'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249417575073494179</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/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R5AggF95XYI/AAAAAAAAACU/pHXwZOnEKUQ/S220/us.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425257513041346931.post-3755054601786101651</id><published>2008-01-23T09:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T09:40:29.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghettolicious</title><content type='html'>Goodmorning...it's so great to be out in this froggy weather. Yeah I know I put froggy. Ok so this one is quick....I'm a work but I ha dto say this. Instead of emailing it to one person all both people who read this can read it. haha. ok so for starters don't buy the Nantze springs flovored water that is flavored with grapefruit. The berry one is great and taste like kool-aid. However, the grapefruit tastes like sweat smells. If ya get what I'm talkin bout. blaerrrah. Just made that one up. That's how it makes ya feel.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I am on my way into work today and I see the early 90s ccar. It's a crown vic. I think like the old DPD cops cars were. I think that is what this one was. Yeah why do people buys those anyway? Because those have like 1/2 million miles on them when they get rid of em. But to the point...ok so this one was black wtih the spinners...yeahhhh son. yeah son. hehe. :) Yeah white people drive em too so it ain't racist. So this particualr one is black, spnners and says magnum condoms sign on the door????? I didn't see who was drivin, but I beat it was some skinny white boy with his panst pulled almost down to his knees. It had a magnum condom logo on on the side of the door. It also had a 22" on the side of the back window. I am also thinking...why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R5dfG4bKtBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qSLvivng55I/s1600-h/rim.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158696470006379538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R5dfG4bKtBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qSLvivng55I/s320/rim.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had , well Jeremy had my windows tinted last summer and tint spectru did it. They put their logo on the bottom of the back window.Drove me crazy. I had no idea they were gonna do it. The good thing is I can't see it when I am driving. It sits below the trunk line. My tint is legal. I think it's like 35%. Correct me if I am wrong, but I think that is the legal percent. I forget the njumbers but I think it was like 35 something. Whatever. You don't see me with lilke a sticker on my window with 35% in gold metalic stickers do ya? OK so it someone can tell me why they find it necessary to do this...I'd preciate it...yeah son. yeah. hehe. Thats like one of us taking our first car (yeah we all had the hoopty...esp. me) and puttin spinners on them and deckin em out. Can yall magine the old cavalier with spinners and fear this across the hood. That's ghettolicious. Some people spend more on the tires than the actual car cost. Oh and don't forget the black smoke that shoots out every time they give it gas.  Change the dadgum oil! Oh  and see I am not racist. I have/had a friend that had a white lincoln navigator that had the 22" on the side window. Yeap...she's white. I say..had bc I hardly ever see her due to the fact she works alot. I woudl ask her why, but then again I never see her and she got rid of it. She now drives a sheila van (inside joke but most of you know what that is)&lt;br /&gt; I have no idea what my deal is this morning. I think it's these energy pills I am on and the energy waters. Again...don't waste your money on the grapefruit one. Just save your $1 and go run some laps somewhere, then stop, and lick your arm. You'll get the same taste...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425257513041346931-3755054601786101651?l=gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3755054601786101651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8425257513041346931&amp;postID=3755054601786101651' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/3755054601786101651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/3755054601786101651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/2008/01/ghettolicious.html' title='Ghettolicious'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249417575073494179</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/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R5AggF95XYI/AAAAAAAAACU/pHXwZOnEKUQ/S220/us.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R5dfG4bKtBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qSLvivng55I/s72-c/rim.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425257513041346931.post-7586147379275532582</id><published>2008-01-22T15:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T16:36:58.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out in the country</title><content type='html'>I love the place I live. I have lived there all my life -2 years. My parents still live in the house I grew up in. When Jeremy and I got married almost 10 years ago, we moved to Dothan and lived in an apartment. I hated it. I am by no means a city girl. So, after 2 years, we bought a house which is where we live now. My parents live 5 short streets up from us and Jeremy's parents live across the field. Yeah, that is how we give directions out in the country. So and so lives across the whiddon field or across the other field. Yall know how it is. Just about everyone knows who everyone is. I guess it's kinda like Miranda Lambert's song "famous in a small town". Everyone knows ya business. Well anyway I got off of work today around 2:00 and started to come home when I decided I didn't feel like going home just yet. There is a road just down from my house that is a dirt road. It's in Geneva County. Yeah, you could spit from my house and hit the county sign. So I go down this road sometimes and just look at the cows, old houses, streams, and the wooden bridge. It's so pretty out there. I wish I lived on that road. Anyone who knows me knows I love old things. I also love being outside. To me it's a stress reliever. Some people go out dancing or maybe shopping. Some people I don't really know what thet do to reieve stress. Ok so I like to ride in the country or go to he beach. Now, It's January so I know the beach is out of the question. So I stop by the house and grab my camera. I wanted to show yall how pretty it is out here. Some of yall may not even care. And for those people...you suck.&lt;br /&gt;Ok ...well I am waiting for those pics to load on our slow butt internet connection I am watching the news and just found out that Heath Ledger is dead. I was one of my favorite actors. He's my age too. However I did not see or like the brokeback mountain movie. This kinda sucks....&lt;br /&gt;Ok on these pics, The first pic is of the wooden bridge that is on this road. It's so pretty. The water below is actually clear today. The last time I went....there was no water due to no rain....derr. &lt;a href="http://s47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/kristinrnorth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_4751.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/kristinrnorth/100_4751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok and the next pic is of the bride itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/kristinrnorth/?action=view&amp;current=100_4750.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/kristinrnorth/100_4750.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally this is the side of my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/kristinrnorth/?action=view&amp;current=100_4753.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/kristinrnorth/100_4753.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda nice. There are fiels on 3 sides of my house. There is also a stream that runs behind one field. The bad part about all of this is that they (the state of alabama) is going to widen hwy 52 and they are starting to move some of the houses out our way. Yay...more traffic. And with more traffic we are probably gonna get more businesses on other buildings out our way. This is the sole reason I like living out here. Hopefully they won't mess things up down here that much. Then there is the possibility of the 1-10 connector going thru Taylor. There have been rumors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off that subject...here is a really old pic....This is Jeremy and I about 11 years ago. My junior prom. We were soooo hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/kristinrnorth/?action=view&amp;current=prom.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f186/kristinrnorth/prom.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425257513041346931-7586147379275532582?l=gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7586147379275532582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8425257513041346931&amp;postID=7586147379275532582' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/7586147379275532582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/7586147379275532582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/2008/01/out-in-country.html' title='Out in the country'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249417575073494179</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/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R5AggF95XYI/AAAAAAAAACU/pHXwZOnEKUQ/S220/us.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425257513041346931.post-4166913752740618547</id><published>2008-01-19T18:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T19:28:32.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmmmm.....yEah</title><content type='html'>Ok just for starters.....this is a pissy blog. No, it's not "red flag" week....I just went to Wal*mart after I got off work today. Ok, it rained practically all day today in Dothan. It was also very very cold. err. Why is it that when it rains, people have to get up really early and take their children to the library? Just a thought. When I am at home and it is raining, I don't wanna take my children anywhere. I hate getting out in the rain. I just wanna watch a movie when it is raing in the winter. Just sucks. Anyway....today it was so busy. I think if you take Monday-Friday of this week, it still wouldn't equal to the amount of ppl in the library. Don't get me wrong, I think it is good for ppl to come to the library...it's good for everyone all around. JUST NOT WHEN IT IS RAINING PEOPLE!!!!  Also everyone puts their books in the Piece of Crap-ola thing they call the book drop and we get about $100 of books damaged and it's ALWAYS the bestsellers that get damaged. Ugh! Y'all know what I am talkin about...everyone who reads this has worked at that library. Hah. I love my job, just sometimes not the people. OK, so it rained todaya nd everyone brought their coughing kids into the library and they touched EVERYTHING. So, ontop of me probably being sick...ohhh, sometime in the next 2 days I decided to go to Walmart after work to get some stuff to make chili tonight. I hate going there but somehow always end up there about 2-3 times a week. It just happens. Ok so for the record, any woman/girl/heffer/whatever who is out in public should always wear a bra. Gross. I don't even wanna describe the woman I saw tonight. Talkin about things that make you go Bluah! Don't you hate when your in walmart...yeah that is usually where it happens you know it is, and there is this 300 pound woman in stretch pants and a t-shirt that is 2 sizes too big (usually with holes in it) and she isn't wearing a bra. Did they miss that lesson in Health class? Geees. Ok  then there are the ppl who can't count how many items that are in their buggy obviously and are in the 20 items or less line. Soooo all the lines are backed up. Ok so I am in the self check out line( I love those)  and this couple is infront of me. They have no people food. By this I mean they have a buggy full of pet treats/food/toys/crap/etc. I began to think these people owned a zoo. They took 1 piece out at a time......look at it........find the b-code.......try to scan it.......then it actually scans......look at it again.......then put it ever so daintily in the bag like it's a dozen eggs. Dangit!  So I stood there for like 30 minutes. Errrr . To top all of that wonder experience off. I forgot where I parked as usualy.&lt;br /&gt; OK so on the ride home I am listend to the radio. I guess I should say flippin thru the stations. I pass by one station and they say, "after this,we will be right back with our Retro 90s tunes". WHAT.  Since when was the 90s retro? Crap I am gettin old.&lt;br /&gt; So, now that I have rambled on why my chili was cooking, it is now done. I will sit down with the hubby and watch Office Space. That's a great way to end a great work day. mmmmm yeaaah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425257513041346931-4166913752740618547?l=gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/feeds/4166913752740618547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8425257513041346931&amp;postID=4166913752740618547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/4166913752740618547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/4166913752740618547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/2008/01/mmmmmmyeah.html' title='mmmmmm.....yEah'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249417575073494179</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/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R5AggF95XYI/AAAAAAAAACU/pHXwZOnEKUQ/S220/us.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425257513041346931.post-4854601777822108715</id><published>2008-01-19T11:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T11:37:34.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>life without shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maploco.com/view.php?id=2067577"&gt;&lt;img border=0 src="http://www.maploco.com/vmap/2067577.png" alt="Visitor Map"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maploco.com/"&gt;Create your own visitor map!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDA3NjQyNjIxNTYmcD1tYXBsb2NvJTJFY29tJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlcg==.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425257513041346931-4854601777822108715?l=gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/feeds/4854601777822108715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8425257513041346931&amp;postID=4854601777822108715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/4854601777822108715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/4854601777822108715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-without-shoes.html' title='life without shoes'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249417575073494179</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/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R5AggF95XYI/AAAAAAAAACU/pHXwZOnEKUQ/S220/us.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425257513041346931.post-6703277774332199349</id><published>2008-01-18T20:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T21:47:51.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a ME day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Well I was off yesterday and that was great. I went shopping! All by myself. I got to go into any store I wanted to. I didn't have to hear, "mom, I wanna go to the toy store", or "I'm hungry", or "I wanna go home". It is so nice to go wherever you wanna go. So, I started out by going to Wal*mart to buy some dog food. My dogs are getting so big. They are 9 months now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R5Ft_F95XbI/AAAAAAAAACs/aREc9YbH-Yk/s1600-h/100_3795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157023979016904114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R5Ft_F95XbI/AAAAAAAAACs/aREc9YbH-Yk/s320/100_3795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then I went to Jeffers and bought them some shampoo and some bones. Next I went to Graceville to the outlet mall and bought some clothes for me and then the kids. Got me some really cool pants. By this time it was around 11 am and I went to the mall. I went to my favorite store (aeropostle) and bought some more pants so I could wear them to work. You all know we can't wear jeans except for the last Friday of the month. We have to wear them with a library t-shirt. Which is cool. However, some people at work (not naming names) get away with wearing jeans and nothing is ever said. It's mostly the old people. Haha. I am the youngest person there. hehe. If I were to wear jeans, I would be in the next satff meeting on the following Tuesday. so...shout out to all you old people. So anyway, I am at the mall and I got me some Chinese food. I always get a fortune cookie just to se how loud I can laugh at it. Ok, mine yesterday said that I will travel to many countries in my liftime. This is esp. funny because I do not see myself traveling to any country bc I will no go without Jeremy and he does not travel. Soooo, that was a crock of bull fortune. I then went to Target were I bought some more clothes for the kids for next winter. I do this ever January  and  February bc I can get them cheaper and I have 2 kids to buy for. I can't believe how expensice children's clothes are. Why would I spend $40 for a pair of pants my daughter would wear for maybe 3 months. I wouldn't even spend that kind of money for my pants. Ok anyway, then I came home and took a 2 hour nap. That was the best part of the day. I didn't even cook yesterday. I warmed up some Papa John's pizza from the night before for the kids and Jeremy had Brunswick stew. It was an awesome day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Today was crappy. I  had to go back to work. However, Julie came by and saw me at the library. That was great. I didn't get to spend much time with here though. I wish I could have. I had a sales rep. come by....blah. He stayed for 2 hours. Dang my keyboard is dusty. Just thought yall should know. I wish we could have talked more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/8425257513041346931-6703277774332199349?l=gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/feeds/6703277774332199349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8425257513041346931&amp;postID=6703277774332199349' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/6703277774332199349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/6703277774332199349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/2008/01/me-day.html' title='a ME day.'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249417575073494179</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/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R5AggF95XYI/AAAAAAAAACU/pHXwZOnEKUQ/S220/us.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R5Ft_F95XbI/AAAAAAAAACs/aREc9YbH-Yk/s72-c/100_3795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425257513041346931.post-7327021147528724522</id><published>2008-01-16T12:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T12:28:16.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>rep. week</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess this week is officially rep. week. I had book rep. this past Monday. I had one today and I will have another one Friday afternoon.  I will post another blog maybe this afternoon, but I have just been so busy and today I only get a 30 minute lunch break. That sucks bc right after lunch is storyhour. Don't get me wrong, I love story hour but It's so cold in this building and very cold back in the back. Gotta go eat lunch, Julia-ann is here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425257513041346931-7327021147528724522?l=gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7327021147528724522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8425257513041346931&amp;postID=7327021147528724522' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/7327021147528724522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/7327021147528724522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/2008/01/rep-week.html' title='rep. week'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249417575073494179</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/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R5AggF95XYI/AAAAAAAAACU/pHXwZOnEKUQ/S220/us.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425257513041346931.post-8454424085124535122</id><published>2008-01-02T15:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T10:08:23.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R35Y3l95XVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fBmBZL91rEk/s1600-h/gasprcies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151652735866199378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R35Y3l95XVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fBmBZL91rEk/s320/gasprcies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gas prices are horrible again. I was at a little hometown gas station here in Taylor, Alabama. The name of it is ....Taylor Grocery. Magine that. I went in this past Sunday night to get some taco sauce that my husband likes so that we could put it on the steak fajitas that I had made for supper that night. I couldn't help but notice the guy out front who was changing the sign with the gas prices on it. He was actually lowering them. Now 3 days before, they had raised them like 15 cent or something like that. I thought to myself as I was driving up and parking," that's funny how they are lowering them AFTER Christmas. I looked around, it was about 6:00 pm and there was no tanker truck out. See I "thought" that they weren't suppose to raise or lower the prices except when they were getting a new tanker in to fill up their tanks. Now we all know this goes on at EVERY gas station. I am not pickin this particular gas station out, bc the one up the street ( yeah we have &lt;em&gt;2&lt;/em&gt; gas stations &lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt; a traffic light in Taylor) is just as bad if not worse. They (Robert's grocery better know as THE Chevron owned by THE Robert Crowder) is always more expensive. That store raised their gas 2 days before Christmas and lowered it the day after Christmas. Then, they riased it again on the 30th of December. I went by there this morning and saw thay it was back down. Magine that. After the holidays the gas goes down.....huuuummmmmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R35ZH195XWI/AAAAAAAAACA/MKE9MjkUR1w/s1600-h/512611806_0925f3558a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151653015039073634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R35ZH195XWI/AAAAAAAAACA/MKE9MjkUR1w/s320/512611806_0925f3558a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I remember when I could fill up the ole blue car (hehe) for like 9 dollars. When the prices were like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think we will ever see gas prices again like this. haha. Look at the super unleaded price. It's the same as the unleaded.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R35YaF95XTI/AAAAAAAAABo/1XVm3aMKuRw/s1600-h/512611806_0925f3558a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/8425257513041346931-8454424085124535122?l=gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/feeds/8454424085124535122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8425257513041346931&amp;postID=8454424085124535122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/8454424085124535122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/8454424085124535122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/2008/01/gas-prices-are-horrible-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249417575073494179</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/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R5AggF95XYI/AAAAAAAAACU/pHXwZOnEKUQ/S220/us.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R35Y3l95XVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fBmBZL91rEk/s72-c/gasprcies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425257513041346931.post-6697451712264959102</id><published>2007-12-29T21:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T22:02:16.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snot and all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Don't you just love this title???&lt;br /&gt;Today was great. I have been sick for the past 3 weeks or so. I have been coughing and that has pretty much been it. It turned into a respiratory infection. Now, I can't breathe. I think I have a sinus infection ontop of everything. YaH. Jeremy said he loved me snot and all. Here's what it would look  like if someone were to pinch my nose......enjoy this pic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149610624945839346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R3cXlF95XPI/AAAAAAAAABI/RZftoMIP_TA/s400/nose.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Wasn't that awesome great. Thought yall would enjoy that.&lt;br /&gt;   I didn't have to cook tonight or get dressed to even go get anything. We have this wonderful meat market in Malvern and Jeremy went there today and got a slab of ribs that had been smoked all day. Ahhh it was so wonderful. It's a good thing it isn't the new year yet. It won't go against my diet. Haha. I think I have gained like 10 pounds in the last week. Between those chocolate things Hila made and the crack cookies ( sand tarts y'all...those things are so good I swear the white powdered sugar on top is crack even though I have never had crack and never will...drugs are bad ...mmmkay? ) Jeremy's aunt made I think 10 pounds sounds about right. I have dusted off the ole AB lounger and will be getting on it in the mornings after the kids get on the bus. That is IF I don't fall asleep in it. Last year I was able to loose about 15 pounds in about 3 months. I didn't diet much, just exercised some. My goal this year is to loose about 25 pounds. mmmmmhuh. That's the plan. I gained it all back over this past summer. You wouldn't believe the strees it is planning a Summer Library Reading Program all by yourself. Lots of coke drinking and burger gulping to get that bad boy planned. This year is different. I have already got one person lined up...wooooohooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425257513041346931-6697451712264959102?l=gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/feeds/6697451712264959102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8425257513041346931&amp;postID=6697451712264959102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/6697451712264959102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/6697451712264959102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/2007/12/snot.html' title='Snot and all'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249417575073494179</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/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R5AggF95XYI/AAAAAAAAACU/pHXwZOnEKUQ/S220/us.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R3cXlF95XPI/AAAAAAAAABI/RZftoMIP_TA/s72-c/nose.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425257513041346931.post-7931887687242976902</id><published>2007-12-28T23:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T00:02:30.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2007 (week)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Christmas has been really wonderful this year. It has been so much less stressful than previous years. My Christmas tree was thrown together by my children this year. I threw some lights into the trees outside and rarely plugged them in. I guess I just didn't have the energy to walk 5 feet outside and plug them in. Next year there will be a timmer involved. We swapped names on my side of the family again this year. This made things a whole lot easier. On my husband's side, we just bought 1 gift for the kids...which there were 2. Yah! This means, less stress on Kristin and more shopping for the kids. My kids don't need a whole lot, but I guess every parent goes thru this wondering if their kids will get enough for Christmas. Every year I think....this is a lot of crap here. Where are we gonna put all of this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK. enough rambling ( I do this way too much). Oh by the way I fyou haven't noticed already, I can't spell worth a crap. This year, my sister decide to have Christmas at her house. She wanted everyone to come down on Chriatmas Eve and there she would fix a nice Christmas dinner. She lives in Lynn Haven, Florida which only takes me about 1 hour and 15 minutes to get there, so not too long. To be honest, I thought this was gonna suck! Growing up, our family has always had Christmas eve dinner at my Ninnie's (g-ma) house up until the last 8 years or so. My Papa died in 1998 of cancer and after his death, she decide she wasn't going to have anything at her house for Christmas. I guess it just wasn't the same and she was right. The past couple of years we have had Christmas Dinner at my Mother's house. Still, not the same, but I had gotten use to it. Getting to the point, Christmas went on reguardless of what I thought. It actually was pretty fun. We all brougt one side dish..I brought 2: mashed potatoes and gravy and a green bean casserole just in case your were wondering. We all had fun and laughed and talked about the good ole' days. haha. The best part of it all was what my brother-in-law's brother (Scott) got my(our) nephew. He bought Nathan a drum set. It was so awesome. Payback is great. My nephew is 2 by the way. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149265150661450946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="208" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R3XdX195XMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/f4JGHUR_yFA/s320/100_4711.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt; We got there around 3:30 and stayed until around 7 pm due to the fact we had to get home and put out our Reindeer food in the front yard for rudolph. Apparently Rudolph gets hungry and needs snacks just like Santa does. Now, my neighbors think I am crazy. After the kids were in bed, Jeremy turns to me and says, "how are you gonna get up all those oats out of the front yard so that it appears that Rudolph ate his snack"? I was like.....ahhhh crap. Haha...a light bulb goes off in my head. I will get my cordless hand vac and go out there and suck it up. Picture this... you see a woman out in the middle of her yard in her pj's with a hand vac suckin up what looks like grass in the middle of the night. Yeah, my neighbors already think I'm the crazy lady on the block, and I am the youngest person on the street. Gotta love my life :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas morning was great. That day was soo busy. My living room was demolished and paper was everywhere. But, when is it not? I have 2 kids and a husband. Here is a pic pf the kids and the tree on Christmas morning. Notice the tree. Everything is just thrown on. They had fun and that is all that matters. I hope every Christmas is like 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R3XicF95XNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/wAJ5SlhRkOw/s1600-h/christmas+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149270721234033874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="243" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R3XicF95XNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/wAJ5SlhRkOw/s320/christmas+tree.jpg" width="445" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R3XicF95XNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/wAJ5SlhRkOw/s1600-h/christmas+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R3XicF95XNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/wAJ5SlhRkOw/s1600-h/christmas+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R3XicF95XNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/wAJ5SlhRkOw/s1600-h/christmas+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/8425257513041346931-7931887687242976902?l=gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7931887687242976902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8425257513041346931&amp;postID=7931887687242976902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/7931887687242976902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425257513041346931/posts/default/7931887687242976902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracerystorefeet.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-2007-week.html' title='Christmas 2007 (week)'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249417575073494179</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/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R5AggF95XYI/AAAAAAAAACU/pHXwZOnEKUQ/S220/us.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx8u1t-y2Yk/R3XdX195XMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/f4JGHUR_yFA/s72-c/100_4711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
