<?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-1152025992100254548</id><updated>2012-02-12T17:52:56.098-08:00</updated><category term='comfort'/><category term='jokes'/><category term='Hershey chocolate world'/><category term='phones'/><category term='wings'/><category term='Rescue Me'/><category term='yard sales'/><category term='death'/><category term='50 people'/><category term='funeral homes'/><category term='letter to santa'/><category term='yumtastic'/><category term='awesomeness'/><category term='twins'/><category term='LC'/><category term='prizes'/><category term='my little ponies'/><category term='kitty'/><category term='crest'/><category 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term='high school'/><category term='Lays baked chips'/><category term='Steelers'/><category term='cleaning and hot mess'/><category term='costumes'/><category term='Mississippi'/><category term='goofy times'/><category term='bloggy friends'/><category term='gross'/><category term='soccermom'/><category term='dead brides'/><category term='turkey'/><category term='spiders'/><category term='pet peeves'/><category term='me'/><category term='Beer pong'/><category term='Moma Kat'/><category term='children'/><category term='sledding'/><category term='decorations'/><category term='contact lenses'/><category term='popcorn pudding'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Pittsburgh'/><category term='lobes'/><category term='pan pals'/><category term='Target'/><category term='Eat N Park'/><category term='Biggest loser'/><category term='The hills'/><category term='Steve&apos;s Prince of steaks'/><category term='flaming dog poop'/><category term='Hershey&apos;s chocolate'/><category term='bacon'/><category term='tweezers'/><category term='life'/><category term='Texas'/><category term='newspapers'/><category term='hair gel'/><category term='cold.'/><category term='Nelly'/><category term='Lionel richie'/><category term='vans'/><category term='food'/><category term='wishes.'/><category term='preggers'/><category term='rabbits'/><category term='Black Friday'/><category term='baby&apos;s'/><category term='towel holders'/><category term='vote'/><category term='christmas trees'/><category term='kanyon'/><category term='pancakes'/><category term='new blogger friends'/><category term='my birthday'/><category term='snow'/><category term='dogs on bikes'/><category term='prom queens'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Inside the McMind</title><subtitle type='html'>The everyday ridicules happenings of my meager and uneventful life as seen through my twisted, sad, lame, rambling mind</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>399</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-5809844552703962902</id><published>2012-02-12T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T17:52:56.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this your dress??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm a girl. The boobies and girly parts tend to give that away.&lt;br /&gt;I carry a purse. Inside is a mirror, a comb, chapstick, and a coach wallet.&lt;br /&gt;My cell phone case is pink.&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally I wear earrings or a necklace, but always my ring.&lt;br /&gt;I use the bathroom that has a stick figure wearing a dress on it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a girl. But NOT a girly girl.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wear make-up.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wear dresses or skirts.....I don't even own a skirt.&lt;br /&gt;My hair hasn't changed in 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;I'm NOT a girly girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BUT I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wedding dress shopping yesterday! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVED IT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8buBavegP8/TzhoUz7iRtI/AAAAAAAABO0/VOGboa5CbiI/s1600/P1050878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708427234438694610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8buBavegP8/TzhoUz7iRtI/AAAAAAAABO0/VOGboa5CbiI/s400/P1050878.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Up close of me in Dress #3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tOoOs8Q-dgs/TzhoLg54PjI/AAAAAAAABOo/x0gx5bQXdaM/s1600/P1050887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708427074712649266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tOoOs8Q-dgs/TzhoLg54PjI/AAAAAAAABOo/x0gx5bQXdaM/s400/P1050887.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back of the dress...so pretty....but not my dress.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wf37uHlgGjA/TzhoB2exkrI/AAAAAAAABOc/syZ8iFVxxCU/s1600/P1050873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708426908705854130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wf37uHlgGjA/TzhoB2exkrI/AAAAAAAABOc/syZ8iFVxxCU/s400/P1050873.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;front of the dress.....but not my dress.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gj8jAlhYlro/TzhnvYusFLI/AAAAAAAABOQ/A7e4MLc3ChA/s1600/P1050871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708426591481894066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gj8jAlhYlro/TzhnvYusFLI/AAAAAAAABOQ/A7e4MLc3ChA/s400/P1050871.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dress #2........NOT my dress.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TlLzj3kVF4c/TzhnloAjDnI/AAAAAAAABOE/h07b0sptq4s/s1600/P1050867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708426423784640114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TlLzj3kVF4c/TzhnloAjDnI/AAAAAAAABOE/h07b0sptq4s/s400/P1050867.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Dress #1 This was the dress I went WANTING the most! this is NOT my dress.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went dress shopping planning to end up with dress #1. I loved it on the site, I loved it in the catalouge. It's beutiful in the store. It looked pretty on me. I wasn't the most comfortable. But I still liked it.......untill I tried on Dress #4.....but I can't show you that dress...because Dress #4 will make it's debut on September 8th......at my wedding. When I saw myself in dress #4 I cried. I smiled. I looked at everyone else. They cried. They smiled. And the dress came home with ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-5809844552703962902?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5809844552703962902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=5809844552703962902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5809844552703962902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5809844552703962902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2012/02/is-this-your-dress.html' title='Is this your dress??'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8buBavegP8/TzhoUz7iRtI/AAAAAAAABO0/VOGboa5CbiI/s72-c/P1050878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-8566669675096219349</id><published>2012-01-29T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T19:54:43.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress</title><content type='html'>So I mentioned that things haven't been overly exciting or happy while we've been planning. Well......I do have to say that now that we picked a date and place things are getting fun again. Yesterday we went and registered for things. First we hit up Kohls, where we registered for some new kitchen things to replace our second hand used up stuff. Added a few towels in the mix and some nice place mats. But let's be honest, while we loved the kitchen stuff (Food Network brand) I couldn't see having someone pay $50 for a chip and dip set. So we also registered at Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703267995634137586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EmEPx4GTGeA/TyYUBlqgefI/AAAAAAAABN4/fxl4YYD1Ihc/s400/405875_10151218853390131_663700130_22662714_512511216_n.jpg" /&gt;Target was FUN! Well....once the stupid computer let us enter our information. grr.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just dinging away. more kitchen gadgets, storage things, cool wall art and shelves, board games and legos........we had to make it fun. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703267858059906882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BMQ84f_vfQs/TyYT5lKQT0I/AAAAAAAABNs/ckDVc7jb1Gc/s400/400551_10151218855890131_663700130_22662717_1375651229_n.jpg" /&gt;Two weeks till Mom, Missy, Jan and I go to my dress appointment! that makes me VERY excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-8566669675096219349?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8566669675096219349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=8566669675096219349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/8566669675096219349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/8566669675096219349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2012/01/progress.html' title='Progress'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EmEPx4GTGeA/TyYUBlqgefI/AAAAAAAABN4/fxl4YYD1Ihc/s72-c/405875_10151218853390131_663700130_22662714_512511216_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-5117700164009671262</id><published>2012-01-27T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T07:09:39.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a drink</title><content type='html'>oh my. Wedding planning. hmmmm.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was fun?! My married friends seemed to like planning their weddings. Visiting places, tasting cakes, picking colors, themes, dresses, you name it. Maybe I just thought they were having fun. Or MAYBE I'm doing something horribly wrong. Is there a &lt;em&gt;Planning a Wedding for Dummies&lt;/em&gt;, book out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking a date and place seemed to be the hardest. Is it wrong that I had no strong feelings towards any date. 365 days to pick from and I didn't care which day it was? I knew i wanted Fall......Or late Fall.....which turned into early Fall. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured, let's pick a place and pick our date from what they have open. Why decide on Sept 22nd and then find our dream place that doesn't have that date open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we visited a local golf course......TO SMALL. We want a small wedding....but i don't want 10 people to a table stuffed in a corner. To Small. So they were out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin was married over the summer at a local park. It's affordable, they just renovated the building and it looks great, close and most of my family would remember how to get there. BUT.....no alcohol allowed. No THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the holistic healing center. Hmmm... how would that look on the invites? The fiance was unable to check that place out....due to his son not being overly thrilled about us getting married all of the sudden(another reason this hasn't been overly fun). The night prior to this appointment my soon-to-be stepson informed us he didn't plan on coming to the wedding. So my mom went along with me. I liked it. It was close. It was BIG. and it had cool twinkly lights and they had a music system so we could just bring a loaded Ipod and cut the DJ costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, while i liked the healing center, i had my heart set on Ski rountop Mountain Resort. And After waiting 3 weeks for our appointment for resort....she called that day to CANCEL. Now, I wasn't having much fun, my soon-to-be stepson told me he wasn't coming to the wedding, and I just saw a place without my fiance that I thought he might like so when he called to inform me she cancelled our appointment I said don't reschedule. I wanted the healing center. But the fiance went later in the week to look at it and said NO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he was concerned that I was settling on a place because I just wanted to be done with this part. So I agreed to let him make another appointment at Ski roundtop. She fit us in on a Saturday morning. GREAT........SORT OF. Because things are going so smoothly for us.(hahaha) It ended up being the first time it's snowed all winter! the First snow at a Ski Resort.....and I'm going to check out there indoor and OUTDOOR spaces. After waiting on the road to the resort for 20 minutes behind three stuck buses, we finally rolled into our appointment 30 minutes late. Awesome. We must have stuck out like a sore thumb, as we were the only people there not decked out in snow gear. It was hard to look around the lodge as it was packed full of people. but I could see the good and as we stood in the snow outside at the ceremony spot, i thought.... I LOVE THIS! Needless to say we booked it. Sept 8th I'll become Mrs. Miller. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-5117700164009671262?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5117700164009671262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=5117700164009671262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5117700164009671262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5117700164009671262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-need-drink.html' title='I need a drink'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-6134306103990850991</id><published>2011-12-09T20:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T21:03:36.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sure is a keeper</title><content type='html'>With Christmas coming up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'v&lt;/span&gt; been scrambling to find something for the boyfriend. Racking my brain......trying so darn hard to think of anything, something that would give him at "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHHHH&lt;/span&gt; " &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; morning surprise. So far NOTHING!!! However, He has not had that trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago he told me that he planned something for us to do on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt; 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; that could only been on that day. Oh my surprises, I love surprises. Actually I love finding out surprises. So when he handed me an envelope with a slip of paper inside i tore that thing apart. inside a paper that said &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;STEELERS&lt;/span&gt; GAME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT!!!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;STEELERS&lt;/span&gt; GAME!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Me at HEINZ FIELD. ME&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Well, US, of course i meant US. I cried. Cried like a little baby. and hugged him, and cried. And repeated for real. for real!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward----Saturday we drove to Pittsburgh and stayed over night. got to the stadium at 11 a.m. (2 hours early) and took in all the sights. it was &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GREAT!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GREAT!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREAT!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; believe how exciting it was. All the black and gold pride, the towels waving. Jumping to my feet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; they ran for more then 15 yards. SCREAMING my head off....surrounded by 63,000+ people &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;SCREAMING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;THEIR&lt;/span&gt; HEADS OFF. It was freaking great. here are some pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S5RIr7xfe10/TuLj7Z3LEmI/AAAAAAAABNg/WtYmK3uSc_I/s1600/P1050736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684356289389072994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S5RIr7xfe10/TuLj7Z3LEmI/AAAAAAAABNg/WtYmK3uSc_I/s400/P1050736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mLJJDJfVd-E/TuLjz1ArTiI/AAAAAAAABNU/OPk5dAWv4H0/s1600/P1050769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684356159237738018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mLJJDJfVd-E/TuLjz1ArTiI/AAAAAAAABNU/OPk5dAWv4H0/s400/P1050769.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and the BF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qBU41HZaBBw/TuLjlRygK0I/AAAAAAAABNI/ZzG7TsTs4Jo/s1600/P1050745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684355909264878402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qBU41HZaBBw/TuLjlRygK0I/AAAAAAAABNI/ZzG7TsTs4Jo/s400/P1050745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fast Forward to halftime------While everyone else was standing in line to use the bathroom and buy a $9 soda (pop), I sat in my seat in the 530 section just smiling away. Checking out the stadium, looking at the city, pointing out the mushroom on Mt. Washington, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;inlcine&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;station&lt;/span&gt; square, explaining about the gate way clipper, and just watching everything..........He PROPOSED! Right there. In section 530 seats 9&amp;amp;10 with about 4 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; to go till the game started back up. HE ASKED ME TO MARRY HIM!!!! My response "Is this real"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e0qlweBR9lM/TuLjWOStcPI/AAAAAAAABM8/0K1PYP5tQ9I/s1600/ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684355650628186354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e0qlweBR9lM/TuLjWOStcPI/AAAAAAAABM8/0K1PYP5tQ9I/s400/ring.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my AWESOME ring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AD2wQQ0FDuY/TuLjPZJYDnI/AAAAAAAABMw/e3g5GFoZ7vA/s1600/P1050803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684355533282741874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AD2wQQ0FDuY/TuLjPZJYDnI/AAAAAAAABMw/e3g5GFoZ7vA/s400/P1050803.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After congratulating us the nice girl sitting in front of me offered to take our picture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BEST DAY EVER!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-6134306103990850991?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6134306103990850991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=6134306103990850991&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/6134306103990850991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/6134306103990850991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2011/12/sure-is-keeper.html' title='Sure is a keeper'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S5RIr7xfe10/TuLj7Z3LEmI/AAAAAAAABNg/WtYmK3uSc_I/s72-c/P1050736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-5936519869953589474</id><published>2011-11-02T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T18:54:17.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;We take Halloween very SERIOUS at my job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8pwuUzMBJAw/TrHy3hSWemI/AAAAAAAABMY/dloksR8oZGo/s1600/IMG_0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670580441478232674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8pwuUzMBJAw/TrHy3hSWemI/AAAAAAAABMY/dloksR8oZGo/s400/IMG_0466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my homemade Cheshire cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRBiYc4jbis/TrHywLzw4dI/AAAAAAAABMM/8IfP-v1AxmQ/s1600/P1050706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670580315453710802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRBiYc4jbis/TrHywLzw4dI/AAAAAAAABMM/8IfP-v1AxmQ/s400/P1050706.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our mad hatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KkpT5RirzyE/TrHymKJcOBI/AAAAAAAABMA/iKixkVve-Gg/s1600/P1050705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670580143209068562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KkpT5RirzyE/TrHymKJcOBI/AAAAAAAABMA/iKixkVve-Gg/s400/P1050705.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LYLg0FEYOfM/TrHyeZEIHTI/AAAAAAAABL0/UTeZ40B5lyc/s1600/P1050704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670580009774357810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LYLg0FEYOfM/TrHyeZEIHTI/AAAAAAAABL0/UTeZ40B5lyc/s400/P1050704.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Queen of Hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gG3fs2dkpmE/TrHyUnwoEyI/AAAAAAAABLo/ku4P_ZQTuQk/s1600/IMG_0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670579841920406306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gG3fs2dkpmE/TrHyUnwoEyI/AAAAAAAABLo/ku4P_ZQTuQk/s400/IMG_0472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our whole group&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worked really hard on my costume this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rm2Gu7A9jLs/TrHyPisHP9I/AAAAAAAABLc/7TwXyalm9Oc/s1600/IMG_0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670579754659954642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rm2Gu7A9jLs/TrHyPisHP9I/AAAAAAAABLc/7TwXyalm9Oc/s400/IMG_0471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HOWEVER.................................... We didn't win for best group.....we didn't win for anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT won for best group this year and i do have to say that is one fine Mystery Machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K7YkUEfMB0k/TrHyF0cPPkI/AAAAAAAABLQ/5zPcGx6TZC8/s1600/IMG_0469.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670579587626516034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K7YkUEfMB0k/TrHyF0cPPkI/AAAAAAAABLQ/5zPcGx6TZC8/s400/IMG_0469.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1152025992100254548-5936519869953589474?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5936519869953589474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=5936519869953589474&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5936519869953589474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5936519869953589474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-love-halloween.html' title='I Love Halloween'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8pwuUzMBJAw/TrHy3hSWemI/AAAAAAAABMY/dloksR8oZGo/s72-c/IMG_0466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-3630904256700515137</id><published>2011-10-21T15:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T15:17:41.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend get-a-way</title><content type='html'>Last weekend the Boyfriend and i went to the Poconos. We went for my friends wedding and were able, thanks to her parents timeshare, to stay in a nice condo for the whole weekend for.....$50!!! AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-udjRtzS-dds/TqHuVvmklTI/AAAAAAAABLE/o-s581lz7V0/s1600/P1050642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666071863531705650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-udjRtzS-dds/TqHuVvmklTI/AAAAAAAABLE/o-s581lz7V0/s400/P1050642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our condo we shared with another friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jgj0iXU1qW4/TqHuPo1LvKI/AAAAAAAABK4/BbLrykJCdI8/s1600/P1050637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666071758634728610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jgj0iXU1qW4/TqHuPo1LvKI/AAAAAAAABK4/BbLrykJCdI8/s400/P1050637.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the view from our room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HaO8t3Q55pI/TqHuFgIwRyI/AAAAAAAABKs/8aHZ9IEplqY/s1600/P1050682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666071584502204194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HaO8t3Q55pI/TqHuFgIwRyI/AAAAAAAABKs/8aHZ9IEplqY/s400/P1050682.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shawnnee Inn, site of the wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yZhhNDc3Jx8/TqHt9fl6E3I/AAAAAAAABKg/V6PHw7WX1UY/s1600/P1050686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666071446917092210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yZhhNDc3Jx8/TqHt9fl6E3I/AAAAAAAABKg/V6PHw7WX1UY/s400/P1050686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeremy and I at the wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x-7kq7GHfGw/TqHtxUza_CI/AAAAAAAABKU/wuR8M-1qfOA/s1600/P1050693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666071237862554658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x-7kq7GHfGw/TqHtxUza_CI/AAAAAAAABKU/wuR8M-1qfOA/s400/P1050693.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pam, Julie and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxfO_LtT2dg/TqHtl9-8QKI/AAAAAAAABKI/v1kQy_VASTY/s1600/P1050676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666071042758295714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxfO_LtT2dg/TqHtl9-8QKI/AAAAAAAABKI/v1kQy_VASTY/s400/P1050676.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; us by the waterfall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-59SsupkzsCI/TqHteBcmZDI/AAAAAAAABJ8/3QSW5jBgHJo/s1600/P1050667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666070906249045042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-59SsupkzsCI/TqHteBcmZDI/AAAAAAAABJ8/3QSW5jBgHJo/s400/P1050667.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666070580125172146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1YU_PKlmXKw/TqHtLCinAbI/AAAAAAAABJw/uL-1b-4ib68/s400/P1050678.JPG" /&gt;the cool stone bridge to the waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1152025992100254548-3630904256700515137?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3630904256700515137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=3630904256700515137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/3630904256700515137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/3630904256700515137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2011/10/weekend-get-way.html' title='Weekend get-a-way'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-udjRtzS-dds/TqHuVvmklTI/AAAAAAAABLE/o-s581lz7V0/s72-c/P1050642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-7549021746057272564</id><published>2011-10-06T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T19:12:37.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little down</title><content type='html'>I've been sad lately. And I'm not sure how to put that on paper.....or a blog. I've been missing my Dad a lot lately. A LOT. I've tried to write a blog to express my feelings. Actually I just wrote a long blog but deleted it ALL. I cry in the car while driving to work. I cry in the car while driving home. I cry in the shower. I cry all the time. Sometimes it just comes out of no where. Sometimes it's because I'm looking at a picture or thinking of a memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the upcoming holidays. I don't know. I'm just tired of being sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-7549021746057272564?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7549021746057272564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=7549021746057272564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/7549021746057272564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/7549021746057272564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-little-down.html' title='Just a little down'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-3753487191227012002</id><published>2011-09-17T15:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T15:28:04.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What IN the WORLD</title><content type='html'>I live in Pennsylvania. I'm considered "East Coast" but I'm not along the coast. the largest body of water to me is the Susquehanna River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why? Why? Why? Are we dealing with HURRICANE damage. WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no ceiling in our bathroom......no insulation....can't use it..........and of course we are in the middle of a cold spell! AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BF has had a MILD leak in the master bath for awhile........since forever......and once I moved in he finally called a roofer to fix the leak. Which is another run around story. no sooner had we had the "original" leak fixed. BAMN!!! Hurricane Ignorant IRENE. And suddenly the little leak we had fixed was back FULL throttle. After much debating the BF called his insurance company to look at the damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since everybody within 100 billion miles of us was also calling it took over a week for them to get someone out to look at the issue. At which point the small leak we had contained to a small area had.........expanded. Soon water was leaking inside the wall down tot he first floor and dripping out of the archway (directly under neath). So Insurance guy shows up on Tuesday, says "we will give you X amount to fix all the drywall and fix the shingles on the roof, as we had a pile to show him that blew off. Ok Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY (the very next day) we get roughly 6 inches of rain. 6 inches....mass flooding. Mass LEAKING. Suddenly the ceiling is leaking in about 6 places. it's leaking downstairs through the walls, the water is traveling through the ceiling and making water marks out into the bedroom. the water is pouring in around the trim at the windows on the first floor (directly under the majority of the leak upstairs). After much yelling and arguing about the POS house he bought, we hear BAMN!!! And this is what we find...only slightly messier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653455698344646498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_YU0eUPDs/TnUcAR09l2I/AAAAAAAABJc/GOQRqw7i2mg/s400/IMG_0281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we are again waiting for the insurance company to come out and let us know if they will us any more money. We've had three different roofers out and all 3 said "A whole new roof" is what we need. It rained no stop for 3 days. 3 days of dripping, bucket dumping, and the nasty smell of wet drywall, insulation, and just disgusted. If you know the smell you could pick up the strong stench of HATRED. We had the roof tarped to try and stop the leaking....it helped but it still leaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh and the insurance lady told the BF when he called the second time it was OUR JOB to make sure the damage didn't get worst. OK. Thanks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-3753487191227012002?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3753487191227012002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=3753487191227012002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/3753487191227012002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/3753487191227012002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-in-world.html' title='What IN the WORLD'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_YU0eUPDs/TnUcAR09l2I/AAAAAAAABJc/GOQRqw7i2mg/s72-c/IMG_0281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-4849293511444514603</id><published>2011-08-31T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T06:32:03.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months</title><content type='html'>It's been six months. I can't even believe it. One day it feels like just yesterday we were planning a funeral, and the next it feels like it's been FOREVER. I felt better, I thought i was doing better.....but lately. I don't know. I don't know if it's the summer and the fact that we spent so much time at my parents house in the summer, that it just doesn't feel right this summer without my dad. Or maybe it's the fact that things are happening and i just really wish he was here. He never got to see Jeremy's house, where I'm now living. He never got to see Sarah swim in the pool or see Kanyon's new Mohawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent some time recently going through the old photos at my mom's house. I want to make copies for my brother and I and get all the photos saved onto disks. It's pretty hard. So many memories. So many good times. So many tears from just looking at them. My plan is to make a few photo books for my family of all the old pictures so we'll have them forever. Here are just a few of the ones I've found so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ci1IsDlOWIQ/Tl4038K0KCI/AAAAAAAABJU/oDPriPmcQoo/s1600/00000080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647009118418118690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ci1IsDlOWIQ/Tl4038K0KCI/AAAAAAAABJU/oDPriPmcQoo/s400/00000080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad and I goofing off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kUnQ_CeqYs4/Tl40v77YxfI/AAAAAAAABJM/CHtVHLburDY/s1600/00000054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647008980914456050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kUnQ_CeqYs4/Tl40v77YxfI/AAAAAAAABJM/CHtVHLburDY/s400/00000054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on his motorcycle, which my brother is fixing up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ujMIF4GsxhI/Tl40qTAXNkI/AAAAAAAABJE/l_YRyPz1kaY/s1600/00000052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 353px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647008884030125634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ujMIF4GsxhI/Tl40qTAXNkI/AAAAAAAABJE/l_YRyPz1kaY/s400/00000052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this photo, he was on his bike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TpKoFZ9e7I/Tl40kJ73mRI/AAAAAAAABI8/X1uWFCH5EEo/s1600/00000036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 355px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647008778516142354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4TpKoFZ9e7I/Tl40kJ73mRI/AAAAAAAABI8/X1uWFCH5EEo/s400/00000036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my parents- so young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IwGpOTDqeas/Tl40cNx_VRI/AAAAAAAABI0/ygWZi2HY_Sk/s1600/00000012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647008642109494546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IwGpOTDqeas/Tl40cNx_VRI/AAAAAAAABI0/ygWZi2HY_Sk/s400/00000012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; George and Dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PekgPZoXbIE/Tl40XwmdXwI/AAAAAAAABIs/aCJbvm7JUhc/s1600/00000018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647008565557026562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PekgPZoXbIE/Tl40XwmdXwI/AAAAAAAABIs/aCJbvm7JUhc/s400/00000018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad and I at Easter &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/1152025992100254548-4849293511444514603?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4849293511444514603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=4849293511444514603&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/4849293511444514603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/4849293511444514603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2011/08/6-months.html' title='6 months'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ci1IsDlOWIQ/Tl4038K0KCI/AAAAAAAABJU/oDPriPmcQoo/s72-c/00000080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-4957801136336268523</id><published>2011-08-17T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T06:49:44.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not again</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure what happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home from the beach in June i suddenly started sleeping great at the boyfriends house. For as long as I can remember I've never slept well any place but my own bed. I've had many sleepless nights over the years. Sleeping, all around is a problem for me. But since June, no problem. It's been great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty concerned about the issue of not sleeping well here......what with me moving in. but it's been great. Or was Great. up until about two weeks ago it was wonderful. But not anymore. I'm back to not sleeping well. He leaves 2 hours before me and I'm having a lot of trouble going back to bed after he leaves. I'm not sure why this started all the sudden again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if i had to guess I would assume it has something to do with the stress from work and the DEEP hatred I have for my job. Because about two weeks ago they started playing "change &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McMeans&lt;/span&gt; schedule around every week" and they changed the entire way we do things. No reason to be stressed right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could go back to sleeping well again. I'm so tired. and my body hurts all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do this weekend~ 1. quit my job 2. get massage :)&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/1152025992100254548-4957801136336268523?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4957801136336268523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=4957801136336268523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/4957801136336268523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/4957801136336268523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-again.html' title='Not again'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-1840434164986178535</id><published>2011-08-14T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T13:09:14.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so much.... but yet so little</title><content type='html'>I'm sure so much has happen since the last time I blogged. I'm sure I've been busy. Going places. Seeing people. Working. Laughing. Crying. Spending money. Spending time. Sleeping. Eating. Watching TV. Reading books. I'm sure it's been a time to talk about. To write about. To share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the life of me......I can't think of anything worth mentioning. I'm not sure what's wrong with me. But I know something is. I'm not sure if I'm mad, if I'm sad, happy, or content. I just don't know. Some days I find myself asking MYSELF........am I trying to convince myself I'm happy.....or convince myself I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have huge case of the winter blahs. But it's August. It's summer. And next to Fall, this is my favorite part of the year. Cookouts. Swimming. Reading in the sun. Laying by the pool. Playing with my nephew, my niece, my little cousins. Picnics at the lake. Trips to Crisfield. Sitting around the table chatting with the family. But for the life of me.......I can't remember ONE thing that I've done that really mattered all summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not&lt;br /&gt;One&lt;br /&gt;Thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-1840434164986178535?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1840434164986178535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=1840434164986178535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/1840434164986178535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/1840434164986178535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-much-but-yet-so-little.html' title='so much.... but yet so little'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-2231820502195872660</id><published>2011-07-02T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T08:11:30.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh start</title><content type='html'>Well it's done. OVER. Finished. I've moved. Not just moved to another place, but moved in with the boyfriend. Who on a separate note I marked 1 whole year with on June 15th. a YEAR. Geez, that's the longest relationship I've had in ...............a forever. Well, I don't count that one with those nice gentleman Ben and Jerry. That relationship will withstand anything :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned out my little apartment, loaded all my boxes into my brothers truck and trailer, shampooed the carpets, mopped the kitchen floor, tossed my keys on the counter and closed the door behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now.....finally, it's time to kick back and relax. Those boxes in the basement don't need unpacked anytime soon.............not like the boxes are going anywhere for a long time. But I've come up with a plan for when we move out of the boyfriends house.........burn the place to the ground and buy all new stuff. Sounds like a good plan to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad to see my little place go, I liked my apartment. It wasn't much 4 rooms total, but it was perfect for me. I have a lot of memories from that place. 4 years of my life wrapped up inside those off white walls. Four years of laughs, tears, heartache, and perseverance. Now I'm starting all over inside these red and green walls, and can't wait to see what happens next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-2231820502195872660?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2231820502195872660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=2231820502195872660&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/2231820502195872660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/2231820502195872660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2011/07/fresh-start.html' title='Fresh start'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-5025029988986893291</id><published>2011-06-10T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T09:25:00.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle Beach 2011</title><content type='html'>for the first time in a long time i went on a VACATION. My best and friend went on vacation FOREVER together, 11 years roughly, until we finished college and life got in the way. This year we made our way back to Myrtle Beach, SC with her family. and it was great. Here are some outtakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LBVyBaqo9gU/TfJELJ2nglI/AAAAAAAABIk/B9NAx0MwONM/s1600/P1040851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616626643698680402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LBVyBaqo9gU/TfJELJ2nglI/AAAAAAAABIk/B9NAx0MwONM/s400/P1040851.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; taylor at johnny rockets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MWyx_Bu5XOg/TfJD-BPDmkI/AAAAAAAABIc/zpBjuzy4LyI/s1600/P1040761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616626418046966338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MWyx_Bu5XOg/TfJD-BPDmkI/AAAAAAAABIc/zpBjuzy4LyI/s400/P1040761.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pawleys Island, SC sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri0kGJ6hJ0s/TfJD2x_cFII/AAAAAAAABIU/Mq5qZx_UPng/s1600/P1040749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616626293695845506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri0kGJ6hJ0s/TfJD2x_cFII/AAAAAAAABIU/Mq5qZx_UPng/s400/P1040749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWlW36tkWkU/TfJDrUaddfI/AAAAAAAABIM/bm8Hpkvb8S0/s1600/P1040688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616626096777557490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWlW36tkWkU/TfJDrUaddfI/AAAAAAAABIM/bm8Hpkvb8S0/s400/P1040688.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me under the pier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oBThYEVzfeM/TfJDdDl7ssI/AAAAAAAABIE/hmbgKX903YY/s1600/P1040599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616625851744105154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oBThYEVzfeM/TfJDdDl7ssI/AAAAAAAABIE/hmbgKX903YY/s400/P1040599.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taylor and I at Barefoot Landing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UR0P2jFp890/TfJDSQXHveI/AAAAAAAABH8/5j1Bb976cf0/s1600/P1040541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616625666193079778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UR0P2jFp890/TfJDSQXHveI/AAAAAAAABH8/5j1Bb976cf0/s400/P1040541.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;empty beach one morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1152025992100254548-5025029988986893291?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5025029988986893291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=5025029988986893291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5025029988986893291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5025029988986893291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2011/06/myrtle-beach-2011.html' title='Myrtle Beach 2011'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LBVyBaqo9gU/TfJELJ2nglI/AAAAAAAABIk/B9NAx0MwONM/s72-c/P1040851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-5161727062130315726</id><published>2011-05-01T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T14:08:42.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this thing called packing</title><content type='html'>I've been spending some quality time packing lately. I know. I know. I'm not even moving until the end of June. But, I am a Procrastinator. So I've decided to go ahead and start packing. I mean after all, most of the stuff is just sitting there unused anyway. So I gathered some boxes.....mostly I just dumped the packets of paper from inside the paper boxes at work, all over the floor and took the boxes. What? I dumped them out in as orderly a fashion as I could. Geezz. the boyfriend scavenged soem boxes from his palce and I've managed to pack up a good amount of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Packing sucks......strike that. I already knew that. This has simple confirmed the fact that I STILL think packing sucks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to much stuff. not to much stuff like, Shit we better call Buried A Live, or anything like that. just to much stuff for one person to have and or need.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I REALLY should dust more often.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've read entierly more books since I've been out of school then i ever did while in. I have 3 big boxes of books. and by big I mean HEAVY!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the stuff that is still packed in boxes and sealed up from the last time i moved.....can most liekly go in the trash.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;when packing I should open the boxes mentioned in #5 because I'll end up getting side tracked looking at all my old stuff....like my Varsity plate from high school, or a bag of ticket stubs, or my college sophomore portfolio. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Living on the second floor sucks...I've packed the stuff but now I just don't want to deal with carrying it all down the STAIRS OF DEATH.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I REALLY REALLY should dust more often.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I most likely don't need, and will never use that stupid scrapbooking stuff again.......but you never know, in the box it goes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need a beer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-5161727062130315726?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5161727062130315726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=5161727062130315726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5161727062130315726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5161727062130315726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-thing-called-packing.html' title='this thing called packing'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-5851109048944849522</id><published>2011-04-28T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T19:20:52.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moving stinks</title><content type='html'>So June will be a year since the boyfriend and I started seeing each other. And I've agreed to MOVE IN. However it involves doing the thing I loath the most in life.......PACKING. I hate packing. Hate it. Trying to decide if I really need that flesh colored penis shaped tray I bought for someones bachelorette party or if it's ok to toss it (it made the cut). Don't tell the boyfriend, I pulled it out of his trash pile and stuck it in a box i taped up RIGHT away. HA. Trying to throw out my penis tray, the nerve of some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my landlord notice. I'm aiming for the end of June. We want to paint the living room at the boyfriends house, I'm going away for a week soon, and I just don't want to be rushed, so the end of June sounds good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE packed a bunch of stuff that I'm not really using .....i.e. a penis tray, and brought a load of stuff up. so it's official I'm moving......and I have a ton of stuff to pack yet. BLAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody want to come pack up my stuff........there might be a penis tray and ice cube trays in to for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-5851109048944849522?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5851109048944849522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=5851109048944849522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5851109048944849522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5851109048944849522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2011/04/moving-stinks.html' title='moving stinks'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-5382528079659512907</id><published>2011-04-11T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T15:50:20.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll be 29 in a short 3 days. 29. where has the time gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is by NO MEANS where I thought I would be at 29....but I'm surprisingly OK with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now last year, that was a WHOLE other story. Last year at this time I was MISERABLE.  Well maybe miserable is the wrong word( no i think it's pretty accurate). Conflicted maybe, angry for sure, confused most likely. I was just all around disappointed in every aspect of my life. Well I did and do have some pretty great friends, that was one highlight. But everything else was a train wreck. Fast forward 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty content with my life right now. Still hate my job, but seriously who doesn't most days. My personal life has done a 360 from where I was last year, I have a great guy who's GREAT...and oddly enough turns 35 in 4 days. Weird. His birthday is the day after mine. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is coming through the last couple of months after the loss of my Dad..the best we can. Some days are easier then others, but we are mending the best anyone can given the loss of someone you loved so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess things are looking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for now, this might not be where I thought my life would be by age 29, but it's not to terrible of a place to be. Shit after the mess of last year, this feels like living the high life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-5382528079659512907?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5382528079659512907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=5382528079659512907&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5382528079659512907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5382528079659512907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2011/04/ill-be-29-in-short-3-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-8733892083029486751</id><published>2011-04-09T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T19:44:52.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It always sounds good at first.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My boyfriend and I decided it would be good to paint his house. Ok. Ok. Ok. After months of me telling him that I couldn't stand his white walls he finally caved in and we bought paint for the kitchen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Painting sounded great in my head. It's like when i invite my 2 nieces and and my nephew over for a sleep over. It sounds great in my head. It sounds great while I'm calling their moms and it sounds great right up until it comes out of my mouth. As soon as the words SLEEP OVER come out of my mouth my brain immediately goes "didn't you learn anything from the last time, this will suck!" Well that's what happen with the whole painting idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sounded GREAT. It's just painting. Not rocket science. Tape off the trim roll some paint on the walls. TA DA! Done. an hour or so and done. But as soon as we cracked the paint can my brain went "You never learn do you" and then it sucked. don't get me wrong it looks great now that it's mostly done. Just a little touch ups and it'll be great. HOWEVER, we still have the living room to do and it's well.....much large then the kitchen. MUCH larger. And I'm sitting here looking around the living room thinking, "Well it won't be so bad......it's just paint" and my brain just punched me in the face. Thanks brain, you're right.....it's going to suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593779764991248098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BeE-YdJE5Mg/TaEZDyQSRuI/AAAAAAAABHw/eYpmyFAb7Rw/s400/kitchen.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AFTER &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593779405840498482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Agdg9ZJ4xqY/TaEYu4UEvzI/AAAAAAAABHo/v6X-jrXrF7s/s400/kitchen2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-8733892083029486751?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8733892083029486751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=8733892083029486751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/8733892083029486751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/8733892083029486751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2011/04/it-always-sounds-good-at-first.html' title='It always sounds good at first.'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BeE-YdJE5Mg/TaEZDyQSRuI/AAAAAAAABHw/eYpmyFAb7Rw/s72-c/kitchen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-4099779037866147245</id><published>2011-04-05T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T10:55:01.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aren't i Lucky</title><content type='html'>Dear McMean,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being such a great sport here at work. Thanks for not complaining when we brought in that new system that did NOTHING that it was supposed to and you still can't use correctly a year later. Thanks for not getting mad when we continued to add more and more shit to your list of job duties while making it perfectly clear that NO ONE else was going to be taking on anymore responsibilities. Thanks for not getting mad when we trained you on how to do jobs in a DIFFERENT department, and the people in that department haven't even been trained to do them yet. Oh and we wont be training them anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been a great sport about the fact that you have asked REPEATEDLY to have your stuff up graded (computer, scanner, and printer) while watching everyone else get the nice flat screen monitors and new stuff all around you.  We know it takes 30 minutes to load a picture in the program, but they really need those flat screens to get rid of the glare when they watch Youtube. It's been great that after over a year of promising to get the new system up and running for you to be able to do your job with less hassle, (double entering EVERYTHING i do is a blast) you aren't angry that we are NO closer then we were this time last year.  You've been such a great employee that we were nice enough to let you use your vacation time to extend your leave when your dad passed away, even though you had 8 sick days from last year you never used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really would be lost with out you............Oh by the way from now your 7-4 shift is no longer an option. You'll be working 10:30-7p.m. everyday. Or at least until we get everyone cross trained, which so far has taken over a year and we have successfully cross trained......NO ONE!Oh don't worry you get to keep Friday and Saturday as your days off.....but we still can't make the Sunday day off work. So we'll need you to work Sundays until we figure that out. But with our track record we should have that cleared up in about  the time you DIE.  So M-T 10:30-7 and then back on Sunday. Oh, you don't like need time to do things during the day anytime do you? I mean this wont effect your life that much.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;The Boss's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-4099779037866147245?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4099779037866147245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=4099779037866147245&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/4099779037866147245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/4099779037866147245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2011/04/arent-i-lucky.html' title='Aren&apos;t i Lucky'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-7734641666556959732</id><published>2011-04-01T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T14:19:03.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's right?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i did something so frowned upon I can barely type the words. I had lunch with a co-worker.......a male co-worker. I know I know. What's wrong with that? Well apparently it's a bad thing to do when your boyfriend is bringing you lunch to work as a SURPRISE. The boyfriends side~He had text me and called the office to see if i could meet for lunch. So since he didn't think I would be able to gnaw through my shackles to get a lunch break, he took it upon himself to bring me lunch.&lt;img class="gl_spell" border="0" alt="Check Spelling" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt; My side~ I was working diligently at my job so that I could get things finished in time for lunch. I've been training in another department so I don't have my cell phone attached to me. something tells me my supervisor wouldn't be thrilled if i was texting while laying out the papers. I called him when i finished up and was heading to lunch with my co-worker Michael. the boyfriend informs me he bought me lunch and is on his way to my office to drop it off. OH NO! I tell him while that's very nice we are leaving now to go to Chick Fil A. He is not pleased. Boyfriends side~ he thinks i should have told Michael to go alone and i should have stayed to lunch with my boyfriend. My side~ I asked Michael to get lunch earlier that day and he had agreed to go to lunch late so i wouldn't have to go alone like every other time this month. Boyfriends side~ He didn't care. and what was he supposed to do with all this food. My side~ I told him to bring it to chick Fil a and eat with us. that was a no go. So I've been listening to him tell EVERYONE how horrible I am. I even took him to dinner to make up for it.....so what if i had a buy one get one free coupon for Smokey Bones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-7734641666556959732?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7734641666556959732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=7734641666556959732&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/7734641666556959732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/7734641666556959732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2011/04/whos-right.html' title='Who&apos;s right?'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-8153816958137042965</id><published>2011-03-29T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T10:43:40.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Full range</title><content type='html'>I'm an outdoors person. I LOVE it. I've always been an outdoors person. Maybe it's because we spent a little more time outside as kids and a little less time vegging in front of video games and tv. In the summer we were outside from morning till night, sure It did change a little once we got our first Nintendo. But we did most of our video gaming in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We built forts, where one day we decided it was a good idea to start a fire in our fire ring, it was NOT a good idea. We played in the creek by our house, even after our parents told us time and time again not to. I mean infantigo isn't that BAD, you sort of get used to it after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man we had tree house in every body's yard, the pulley system we developed to get the kerosene heater and blankets up to the tree house  in the back yard was...GENIUS. Sometimes i really wonder how we managed to survive our childhood. I mean tree house with limited exits, kerosene heater, a bunch of kids (4 actually) and fuzzy blankets in the dark = Devastation. But we managed to live. It think it might have surprised our parents a little also. If they only knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;There was the great idea to pull someone on roller blades behind the go-cart in the parking lot, we said it was like water skiing....sort of. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ramp we built for the sleds in hopes we could ramp the creek in the winter.......we hadn't had enough science classes for that theory yet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone, who will remain nameless, suggested making a pipe bomb to blow up some dirt in the little island in the creek.....sounded like a good idea, thank goodness that was a dud.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then there were those "Adventures" up the drainage pipes to see where we would end up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My parents had built us a club house, it was huge, and tall and had a ladder so you could get up on the roof. so of course that meant we had to put cushions on the ground and jump the 12 feet off the roof to land on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yeah I'm still not sure how I made it through childhood without any broken bones....but i did. My bikes, roller blades, sleds, and cushions......not so lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW tangent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to say, My boyfriend....not an outdoors person. Not. At. All. But he's working on it. We did a few things outside last summer so he's getting better. And he's given me permission to redo his backyard, from DRAB to FAB.  I bought him a fire pit for Christmas and we picked up some outdoor chairs. I'm so excited. Now we just need that nice warm weather!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-8153816958137042965?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8153816958137042965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=8153816958137042965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/8153816958137042965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/8153816958137042965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2011/03/full-range.html' title='Full range'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-3641220444320013214</id><published>2011-03-27T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T09:20:04.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not as young as I once was</title><content type='html'>Last night we went out for my friends birthday. To a bar. to get drunk. and we didn't meet until 9:30. In the PM. Man i must be getting old. I know 28 isn't old, but in my defense it is the oldest I've ever been to date. And i will be 29 in roughly 3 weeks or so. Which some how has been able to &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;sneak &lt;/span&gt;up and take me completely by surprise. 29. GREAT. But 9:30 just seemed LATE. Oh man did i just type that. Anywho, the boyfriend went out with myself and a few friends to a local place where myself and the birthday girl preceded to drink from 9:30 until last call. NON-Stop. Because that's how we roll. But in OUR defense, we haven't drank like that in...............Forever. It was great. He asked if $50 was enough to take along, and since i hadn't been feeling well at all ALL day i said it would be more then enough. My game plan was to stop in stay about an hour and come home. that WAS the game plan. That however was not what happen. Once we got there I started to feel better, and was having a good time. So i drank. and drank. and drank some more. I had (that i remember) about 5 rum and cokes, a vodka cranberry, 3 double shots, and a beer. so all in all a good night. And the boyfriend got to see me tipsy. I had no trouble walking the two blocks to the car, or up two flights of stairs, or any trouble making my ramen noodles last night, so i wasn't WASTED. good times. but i don't plan to do that a gain for a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-3641220444320013214?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3641220444320013214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=3641220444320013214&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/3641220444320013214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/3641220444320013214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2011/03/not-as-young-as-i-once-was.html' title='not as young as I once was'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-3302636159538427711</id><published>2011-03-23T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T09:20:39.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>enough with the clicking</title><content type='html'>I'm not even sure when the last time was i participated in the writing prompt. It's been awhile, but now that I'm back I'm going all in. Back to the things I loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something you do that drives your significant other crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend hates. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hates&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HATES&lt;/span&gt; when i have the remote. I'm not sure why. It might be the non stop clicking up and down and up and down through the channels until i find something that doesn't appear to suck (in my opinion). It might be the fact that he has a penis and isn't as thrilled by Teen Mom 2, Kim and Kourtney Take New York or Shedding for the Wedding. Maybe you can only watch some many Auction King, Storage Wars, and say Yes to the Dress marathons. I don't think that's true . But I don't have a penis....thank god. I don't know how you couldn't love those shows. So what if i like to surf the channels during commercials, so what if sometimes i get so confused i can't remember what i was originally watching. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO WHAT&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sure my boyfriend has voiced his dislike for what I do and actually told me why it bothers him....but I'm watching tv, and he knows not to talk to me while I'm watching tv. I am TOTALLY incapable of holding a conversation while I'm engulfed in TV........and it's worse when the Steelers are playing. WOW! hmmmmmm.....maybe that's what he dislikes about my tv watching. not the shows. not the flipping through channels. Maybe it's the fact that everything he says is meant with a delayed "What?" from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other night we had a heated debate about the fact that I wasn't ignoring him, I was watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me~ can you put the laundry in the dryer for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BF blah blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me~ (5minutes later during a commercial break) So where are we on that laundry situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BF~ Weren't you listening to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me` Yeah i heard NO and then nothing after that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BF~ That's not what i said blah blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me~ (5 minutes later during another break) I'll just do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BF~ WHAT DID I SAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me~ Clearly i don't know, I was watching tv. I thought the conversation was over at NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BF~ NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me~ Well what did you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BF~ I'm not repeating myself, Amy needs to not ignore me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me~ Oh that's mature, Was i or was i not watching tv, you know i don't listen when i'm watching tv, so you can't get mad at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BF~ WOW, some defense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me~ Just tell me what you said, are you going to put the laundry in the dryer or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BF~ I'm not telling you what i said, i already told you once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me~ WOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-3302636159538427711?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3302636159538427711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=3302636159538427711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/3302636159538427711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/3302636159538427711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2011/03/enough-with-clicking.html' title='enough with the clicking'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-2312598543701602676</id><published>2011-03-21T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T10:58:46.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you kidding me..</title><content type='html'>I haven't been sleep well for the last.....lifetime. I'm not sure when it happen but apparently somewhere between high school and now I started having trouble sleeping anywhere but my own bed. But lately I'm having trouble even sleeping at my house. I hardly EVER sleep through the night when i stay with the Boyfriend, and I usually end up on the couch at some point. Which is really annoying when I'm there for more then one night, i tend to leave exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked my doctor about it at my last check up. Told her it takes me forever to fall asleep, i wake up numerous times and I can't even remember the last time i slept the whole way through the night. Her wonderful educated advice. "Try tiring yourself out before bed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO SHIT! I never thought about trying to be tired when i want to go to bed.......that's crazy, could that be the magical secret. Because I thought I was tired. I thought I was freaking exhausted most nights since I'm not sleeping.....but apparently i have no idea what tired or exhausted feels like. So I'll do a better job of exhausting myself. She told me to check back with her in 3 MONTHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look lady I'm not sure where you got that fancy degree hanging on the wall but I couldn't be more exhausted most nights if i tried. So you can take your 3 month check in appointment and shove it up your ass. I'm not paying another $25 for advice from the gumball machine. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-2312598543701602676?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2312598543701602676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=2312598543701602676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/2312598543701602676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/2312598543701602676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2011/03/are-you-kidding-me.html' title='Are you kidding me..'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-35600602356340501</id><published>2011-03-20T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T10:28:19.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of the year again............</title><content type='html'>It's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SPRING&lt;/span&gt;. The first day of spring to be exact......which means free Rita's!! However I'm working today so i wont be standing in line for my free ice. But that's' OK I had a very yummy coconut ice the other night from Rita's it was GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....I posted a pic of the flower that was just popping through the ground the other day. This is what i found in the same spot the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586214995808954226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aLvH0L_ukc8/TYY48RAnJ3I/AAAAAAAABHY/ALJf6PS9wL4/s400/flower.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-35600602356340501?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/35600602356340501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=35600602356340501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/35600602356340501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/35600602356340501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time of the year again............'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aLvH0L_ukc8/TYY48RAnJ3I/AAAAAAAABHY/ALJf6PS9wL4/s72-c/flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-2446826273568166136</id><published>2011-03-17T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T10:35:59.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALMOST!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D-03yIXwlgI/TYJGXFP6xMI/AAAAAAAABHQ/fRZdGsfSuME/s1600/FLOWER.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585103850252715202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D-03yIXwlgI/TYJGXFP6xMI/AAAAAAAABHQ/fRZdGsfSuME/s400/FLOWER.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's almost Spring my little friend......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALMOST!&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/1152025992100254548-2446826273568166136?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2446826273568166136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=2446826273568166136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/2446826273568166136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/2446826273568166136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2011/03/almost.html' title='ALMOST!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D-03yIXwlgI/TYJGXFP6xMI/AAAAAAAABHQ/fRZdGsfSuME/s72-c/FLOWER.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-5691455979928388688</id><published>2011-03-15T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T18:58:33.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last six months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; So here is what I've been up to in the last 6 months since I've been MIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584488955829570738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PtrYsZTdKvI/TYAXHhBQTLI/AAAAAAAABHI/q0aAb_nWYws/s400/oct2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Niagara falls in October&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d3o9kOmx2fk/TYAVgc7ibGI/AAAAAAAABHA/vf0t5BNQW1k/s1600/marh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584487185205324898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d3o9kOmx2fk/TYAVgc7ibGI/AAAAAAAABHA/vf0t5BNQW1k/s400/marh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;taught my mom to play Wii bowling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MHuwR6Z37dY/TYAVbbvLYgI/AAAAAAAABG4/Na6kFK9lhvs/s1600/feb2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584487098985701890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MHuwR6Z37dY/TYAVbbvLYgI/AAAAAAAABG4/Na6kFK9lhvs/s400/feb2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;took Mr. Lego to the range&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hh_WUjtX5Hw/TYAVIETWvrI/AAAAAAAABGw/984xxVZueXc/s1600/feb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584486766277476018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hh_WUjtX5Hw/TYAVIETWvrI/AAAAAAAABGw/984xxVZueXc/s400/feb.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gambled &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wjkGFwU90zI/TYAU65wrdRI/AAAAAAAABGo/Jp_UTGeAkyI/s1600/jan2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584486540109378834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wjkGFwU90zI/TYAU65wrdRI/AAAAAAAABGo/Jp_UTGeAkyI/s400/jan2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;went to the PA farm show (butter sculpture)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-3G1NldVcc/TYAUnUkRHkI/AAAAAAAABGg/5ONnRCGml38/s1600/dec..bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584486203707694658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-3G1NldVcc/TYAUnUkRHkI/AAAAAAAABGg/5ONnRCGml38/s400/dec..bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;first Christmas together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AwCCLIvA_Mw/TYAUbaNYtEI/AAAAAAAABGY/jEJa2yNWTHA/s1600/nov2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584485999063905346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AwCCLIvA_Mw/TYAUbaNYtEI/AAAAAAAABGY/jEJa2yNWTHA/s400/nov2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trip to Hershey gardens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ojEuGng6bls/TYAUPgXTf_I/AAAAAAAABGQ/jEN-mwZm2do/s1600/nov..bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584485794557689842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ojEuGng6bls/TYAUPgXTf_I/AAAAAAAABGQ/jEN-mwZm2do/s400/nov..bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pumpkin carving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rHfX3luSS4Y/TYAUETBY57I/AAAAAAAABGI/-JAtXD-303I/s1600/oct.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584485601997547442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rHfX3luSS4Y/TYAUETBY57I/AAAAAAAABGI/-JAtXD-303I/s400/oct.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Halloween costumes at work we won I'm the flying monkey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mwPGADDsrYU/TYATv3ysZ-I/AAAAAAAABGA/TYupMKa8an4/s1600/sept..bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584485251090769890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mwPGADDsrYU/TYATv3ysZ-I/AAAAAAAABGA/TYupMKa8an4/s400/sept..bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the county fair &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1152025992100254548-5691455979928388688?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5691455979928388688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=5691455979928388688&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5691455979928388688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5691455979928388688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2011/03/last-six-months.html' title='The last six months'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PtrYsZTdKvI/TYAXHhBQTLI/AAAAAAAABHI/q0aAb_nWYws/s72-c/oct2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-8101863794388401132</id><published>2011-03-14T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T10:51:04.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The public stinks</title><content type='html'>I really shouldn't be allowed near people. Not certain people, or groups of people....people in general. I'm just not a people person. I like people...for the most part...in small doses. VERY SMALL doses. I mean I like me. I'm a person, and I like me. Actually I'm pretty fond of myself. I like my nephew, he's a person. I like my niece....she's a person. A very small person, but a person none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i just shouldn't be allowed to WORK with the public. As whole the public SUCKS. I try to be kind and caring.....the public, not so much. I'm a pure delight to deal with...the public, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the public ticked me off. They ticked me right off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came into TWO emails from the same person. I'll be honest she should have stopped after the first email. the first email was OK. It's the second email that made me contemplate driving to her house, yes because i do have her address, and punch her square in the jaw.  Below is the first email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt; &lt;div&gt;Hello,&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I just had my engagement announcement printed yesterday in the Sunday  paper, but I made the mistake of leaving out an important line regarding the  name of my father: xxxxxx of East York.  If there is a fee for adding this  correction and re-printing it in the paper and  online, perhaps I could get a  discounted rate if possible.  Thanks for your help in this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. It's ok. Mistakes happen. I often make mistakes, I'm human...and a person :)  So i started to draft my response of Yes we will gladly rerun the announcement with the corrected information.......Then i notice I have a second email from the same person.  so i read that email. It is as follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Hello,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After looking at the original PDF form for the information regarding the  engagement information, there is clearly a section for the name of both parents  and addresses, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;which I definitely filled out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; since my parents are divorced and  have two different addresses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you don't mind looking at the original copy  that was mailed, I am sure you will find this information to be correct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. I am  at fault for not finding it in the initial printing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but it is very upsetting to  my family that this standardized piece of information is lacking despite the  fact that it was included in my initial response. I'd appreciate any help in  having this reprinted accurately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;OH REALLY!  So i pull up the form she mailed me that was DEFINITELY FILLED IN and BAMN! No it was not lady. now a better person would probably let this go. NOT ME. I'm pissed. REALLY PISSED. First I don't give a crap that you are so SMART and don't make mistakes and your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; is upset. Second, Don't ever blame me for something I didn't do. Third....go F*ck yourself.  So i do what anyone would do in this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. I took her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;original&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; paperwork that she mailed me. Scanned it into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;photo shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, made a PDF and emailed it to her. My email back is stated below. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;" dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="404042015-14032011"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We will gladly rerun the announcement in this Sunday's  paper with the corrected information at no cost, however we will need you to  send the information for your father as it was not on the form you sent in. I've  attached your original form to this email for you to view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;" dir="ltr" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;" dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="404042015-14032011"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;" dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="404042015-14032011"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Amy McPISSED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="404042015-14032011"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Celebrations Clerk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The customer is NOT always right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;JERK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-8101863794388401132?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8101863794388401132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=8101863794388401132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/8101863794388401132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/8101863794388401132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2011/03/public-stinks.html' title='The public stinks'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-6399045203995082413</id><published>2011-03-12T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T20:27:08.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itty bitty Sarah Catherine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; My little niece has grown up. Not like driving and dating grown up....more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; walking and babbling non stop. So here are a few pictures of little miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt; who celebrated her first birthday in January.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583415452800571602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BYb54TdqVvY/TXxGxama2NI/AAAAAAAABF4/ipv4dQFbXrU/s400/sarah2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583415108895422386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rmlgjtOJrCw/TXxGdZdCt7I/AAAAAAAABFw/2AL2qhEJsd4/s400/sarah3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My nephew and niece and I at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583414924094668802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eD4625_lpAw/TXxGSpBHAAI/AAAAAAAABFo/fLGtqCmQLBA/s400/sarah.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt; kissing her toy Mr. Lego gave her when she came over. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now she just needs a little hair :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-6399045203995082413?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6399045203995082413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=6399045203995082413&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/6399045203995082413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/6399045203995082413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2011/03/itty-bitty-sarah-catherine.html' title='Itty bitty Sarah Catherine'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BYb54TdqVvY/TXxGxama2NI/AAAAAAAABF4/ipv4dQFbXrU/s72-c/sarah2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-4657818528160078338</id><published>2011-03-11T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T01:09:05.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unthinkable</title><content type='html'>Wow. do i even know how to do this anymore. When did i stop writing.......looking back it looks like September! Geez. I can't even remember what happen in September but it must have been uber exciting for me to up and forget/ stop writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've come back over the months, poked around, read some of your blogs.............but never commented. Some how i felt like I wasn't "worthy" anymore. As if i had lost the privilege to see inside your lives since I had abruptly stopped sharing mine. Thing is....nothing was happening to me at the time. No overwhelming happiness to occupy my time, no over whelming defeat to draw me away. I just was. Maybe it was writers block, maybe it was boredom with my life but something made me go "I have nothing to say, nothing to contribute." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes i fear I'm losing myself. Becoming what is expected of me and not so much what I want for me. I think now I just feel a little scared and a little lost. Confused because I'm at a point in my life where I'm finally getting the things I've always wanted......the things I've been waiting for and for some reason it's scary. Terrifying. I don't want to feel that way, but i do. I feel like at any point things will come crashing down around me and that's that. The end of all things happy all things grand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582746361184627682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cYxuEhxmW_Y/TXnmPKGDq-I/AAAAAAAABFg/--FNMwYGGeE/s400/Sonny%2Band%2BAmy%2BDancing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On February 25, 2011, my Dad passed away. It was startling, unexpected, and completely devastating for myself, my big brother, and my mom. Dad had been sick since Christmas. a cold we thought, a little sluggish, a little pale, just unable to kick what we thought was the common cold. After weeks for us telling him to go see a doctor he finally did. diagnoses~ A really bad case of Pneumonia. He was admitted to the hospital where they also found he had a slow blood bleed that could have been going on for months or weeks or days, but he would need a blood transfusions. He was given 2 units of blood and placed on oxygen so he would be bale to breath easier as his lungs were full of liquid. the second day in the hospital his kidneys started to fail. I thought that was the worst phone call I could ever receive. "Your Dad's kidneys are starting to shut down and he's been rushed to ICU". But he bounced back. Weaker then ever, frailer then i'd ever thought possible I watched my Dad slip to 140 lbs. He was nothing but skin and bone......and sarcasm wrapped in the delightful package that was my dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After almost 2 weeks in the hospital he was released......but not before they told us he had advanced lung cancer and serve damage to his heart. He came home on oxygen and was moving around on his own. My mom did her best to try and fatten him up, we kept telling him "you need to be stronger, we need to put some weight on that body it's going to be a long road". After being home for 3 days he had a Massive stroke. I received what I thought was really the worst phone call I could receive "McMean the EMT's are taking your dad to the hospital, he's not responsive at all".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What follows are 4 of the worst days of my life. Watching my dad struggle to understand what was happening was horrible. the last time i talked to my dad was Sunday night he died the following Friday. for 4 days he lay in a hospital bed unable to communicate with us. the stroke had rendered him unable to speak. The fear in his eyes was the worst. Not knowing if he understood what was happening, not knowing if he even knew us, and not knowing what would happen next. Watching my mom struggle to figure out what she should do and what he would want if things turned bad, but always thinking "your a fighter dad, you have fought so had all your life to become the person you are, this is just one more fight you will over come, because there are entirely to many things that i need you around for".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday they sedated him and placed him on a vent in hopes it would allow his body some time to rest, his breathing had become so labored it took everything his body could muster to keep going. We left at 5 p.m. on Friday, exhausted from days at the hospital and just watching him struggle and trying to hold it together. He hadn't been truly awake since Wednesday. that night at 10:30 I received what I now KNOW was the worst phone call of my life, 'McMean the hospital called they lost your dads pulse and we need to get there right away". I cried the while way to my moms house and the whole way to the hospital. He was gone. I held my mother until my bother got there and we all went to see him together. It felt so surreal. Like an out of body experience. That couldn't possible be my dad laying there. My dad couldn't possible be dead we had entirely to many things to do in our life. Birthdays, holidays, life. to many things that all included him, and now what. Now what do we do? The last weeks have been a blur of things and people. But I still keep thinking I'll snap out of this and it will all be normal again. Even at the cemetery I kept thinking this isn't really happening...this isn't Real. But it was and now I need to figure out how to go on without my Dad. And what i really need is my dad right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-4657818528160078338?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4657818528160078338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=4657818528160078338&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/4657818528160078338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/4657818528160078338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2011/03/unthinkable.html' title='Unthinkable'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cYxuEhxmW_Y/TXnmPKGDq-I/AAAAAAAABFg/--FNMwYGGeE/s72-c/Sonny%2Band%2BAmy%2BDancing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-5003830279364818893</id><published>2010-09-30T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T04:45:28.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature</title><content type='html'>So Mr. Lego and I have been dating for a little over 3 months.....WOW....that seems long, but strangely not long enough at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anywho. So Mr. Lego likes a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;technology&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;computer games&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;comedians&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;diet cherry coke&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pizza&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;legos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;G.I. Joes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yes you might think from the list I'm dating a small child. However I would classify him as more of a BIG child.....GROWN up at least in the sense that he's taller now then when he was a child...oh yeah and he has to shave....other wise I would think the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might notice nowhere on the list does it say &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NATURE, OUTDOORS, SUN LIGHT&lt;/span&gt;. These are things I like. But Mr. Lego is a good sport and is slowly coming around. He has noticed that a lot of the things I want to do include all 3 of those things. Fairs, mini golfing, picnics at the lake, cookouts with my parents......etc. So he can stick around a bit longer........I guess :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TKR3h5SgsmI/AAAAAAAABFQ/B66RWRaLNNs/s1600/jeremey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TKR3h5SgsmI/AAAAAAAABFQ/B66RWRaLNNs/s400/jeremey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522670467260920418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Lego at Lake Williams where we went on a picnic&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/1152025992100254548-5003830279364818893?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5003830279364818893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=5003830279364818893&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5003830279364818893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5003830279364818893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/09/nature.html' title='Nature'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TKR3h5SgsmI/AAAAAAAABFQ/B66RWRaLNNs/s72-c/jeremey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-5199804746253978308</id><published>2010-09-30T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T04:33:26.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 21 of 30 days of truth</title><content type='html'>this is never ending. Look.....I know it's not&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; REALLY&lt;/span&gt; never ending as I only have 9 posts left........but I'm not able to blog daily.....so it feels never ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 21- your best friend is in a bad car accident and an hour before you two had a big fight, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UHM&lt;/span&gt;.......go to the hospital, is this a trick question. What else would you do sit around feeling sorry that you fought with this person....&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My bff, Kitty and I would have forgotten about some stupid fight the minute we knew something was wrong with the other person. I can say with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;COMPLETE&lt;/span&gt; certainty that if she woke up in the hospital and I was there her first thought wouldn't be "W&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hy is this bitch here, we just had a fight&lt;/span&gt;". Pretty sure that wouldn't matter &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANYMORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also know if she didn't make it, she would know we didn't mean what we said. She would know that while it was being said....but that's what 15 years of friendship does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-5199804746253978308?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5199804746253978308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=5199804746253978308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5199804746253978308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5199804746253978308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-21-of-30-days-of-truth.html' title='Day 21 of 30 days of truth'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-4994008117343778468</id><published>2010-09-26T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T15:53:42.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 20 of 30 days of truth......or 30 posts of truth</title><content type='html'>Day 20---- Your views on drugs and alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love alcohol. LOVE it. I like having a nice refreshing beer with some wings while watching Sunday football...who doesn't. I like having a few rum and cokes with the girls, a nice glass of wine at Christmas dinner with my other family. I LOVE alcohol.....but I don't have a problem with alcohol. I can go weeks....MONTHS without drinking and it doesn't bother me. I know PLENTY of people who can't say the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for drugs.........nothing good comes from it....NOTHING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-4994008117343778468?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4994008117343778468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=4994008117343778468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/4994008117343778468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/4994008117343778468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-20-of-30-days-of-truthor-30-posts.html' title='Day 20 of 30 days of truth......or 30 posts of truth'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-2758802169728150573</id><published>2010-09-23T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T10:50:26.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19 of 30 days.</title><content type='html'>Day 19--What do you think of religion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think religion is great, if that's your thing. It's not so much religion that I have a problem with, it's ORGANIZED religion. I went to church form the time I was itty bitty till I graduated high school.  I watched a group of "good Christians" fight tooth and nail to keep a women pastor out of our church, I watched those same "good Christians" choose not to let the younger generations take part in what was considered the traditions of the church, hanging out communion, and doing other usher type jobs.  I was while our minster taught us about "the calling" and then left our church for one that would pay him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong my church wasn't all bad, and I'm sure 90% of the churches in America are exactly the same. I could be wrong, but even church gets clicky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings are If you believe and you have that unyielding trust and blind faith in something....GOOD FOR YOU.....I tend to question things more.  I also have a problem with people who think just because I don't think what you think or feel how you feel my beliefs are WRONG... who made them the deciding factor on right and wrong. and let's be real.......killing in the name of God....because that really seems like a good thing. I don't like how people use religion to scare people and make them behave how the masses think they should behave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-2758802169728150573?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2758802169728150573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=2758802169728150573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/2758802169728150573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/2758802169728150573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-19-of-30-days.html' title='Day 19 of 30 days.'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-6203000384363512345</id><published>2010-09-20T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T15:59:24.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18 of 30 days of truth</title><content type='html'>Day 18--- Your views on Gay marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see the big deal. Maybe it's because I'm not a big religious person. But since they only want what every other married person wants.....the rights that come with being married. I don't get what the problem is. It doesn't have anything to do with God and church. They want to be able to marry the person they love, they want to be able to have the same legal rights as married people. that's all that matters. Why can't people see that. No one is trying to disgrace the sanctity of marriage..................but let's be honest, more then enough STRAIGHT married people have done that.  How is that hurting your family? How does to men or two women getting married make your marriage and family any less........................of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just don't understand what everyone is so afraid of. I mean yeah it's an awful scary thought for two people to get married that have absolutely no effect on your life. And when you think about it from a purely legal sense, which i think is how it should be thought of...............then that takes out the whole church view, because here in America we have this crazy "separation of church and state" or at least we fought a war to have that idea, since we don't seem to practice it every often. Or mostly just when it's handy for the christian view. I'm sure a lot of people would disagree with me, and that's fine. I'm fine with that. Because in the long run....gay marriage has absolutely no effect on my life. And regardless........I think they should be able to marry the person they love, just as much as i should be able to. Because gay, straight, bi....whatever, we are still people. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-6203000384363512345?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6203000384363512345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=6203000384363512345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/6203000384363512345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/6203000384363512345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-18-of-30-days-of-truth.html' title='Day 18 of 30 days of truth'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-5784774274474604836</id><published>2010-09-19T14:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T16:00:01.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....and it RUNS 10 DAYS!</title><content type='html'>So today is the LAST day for our fair. The Great&lt;a href="http://yorkfair.com/"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Interstate Fair. This year I made 2 trips to the fair. The first with Preggers and Mr. Lego to see SHIENDOWN, and the second trip with Mr. Lego for our date night.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what anyone says or thinks I LOVE me a good fair. Come on....what's not to love. Food, animals, rides, games, interesting sights (mostly the people) random side shows.....it's GREAT! I try to go a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here are a few sights from the FAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TJaTV3AzG3I/AAAAAAAABEQ/TI6-ihgJUr4/s1600/fair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TJaTV3AzG3I/AAAAAAAABEQ/TI6-ihgJUr4/s400/fair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518760397142956914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yummy fair BBQ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TJaTgxw3lAI/AAAAAAAABEY/ITSlFyEFEnw/s1600/fair2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TJaTgxw3lAI/AAAAAAAABEY/ITSlFyEFEnw/s400/fair2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518760584712524802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TJaUa0mP02I/AAAAAAAABEo/PCZzX-pNWHc/s1600/pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TJaUa0mP02I/AAAAAAAABEo/PCZzX-pNWHc/s400/pumpkin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518761581905695586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the pumpkin and gourd decorating contest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TJaUQz4suZI/AAAAAAAABEg/SWXclgb_Mu0/s1600/fair3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TJaUQz4suZI/AAAAAAAABEg/SWXclgb_Mu0/s400/fair3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518761409915959698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TJaVIGi9j8I/AAAAAAAABE4/-yxj-sTg5As/s1600/goat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TJaVIGi9j8I/AAAAAAAABE4/-yxj-sTg5As/s400/goat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518762359817867202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TJaU9RTGCAI/AAAAAAAABEw/8wsBdT_MsxE/s1600/fair5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TJaU9RTGCAI/AAAAAAAABEw/8wsBdT_MsxE/s400/fair5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518762173725542402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The concert~ SHINEDOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TJaVQiMjlAI/AAAAAAAABFA/OlkwqyCvNDY/s1600/fair4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TJaVQiMjlAI/AAAAAAAABFA/OlkwqyCvNDY/s400/fair4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518762504679035906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TJaVhDvCc-I/AAAAAAAABFI/iVE8VdUH7wU/s1600/fair6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TJaVhDvCc-I/AAAAAAAABFI/iVE8VdUH7wU/s400/fair6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518762788559942626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE END!&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/1152025992100254548-5784774274474604836?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5784774274474604836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=5784774274474604836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5784774274474604836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5784774274474604836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-it-runs-10-days.html' title='....and it RUNS 10 DAYS!'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TJaTV3AzG3I/AAAAAAAABEQ/TI6-ihgJUr4/s72-c/fair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-5259884051660646480</id><published>2010-09-19T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T14:47:33.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17 of 30</title><content type='html'>I know the point was to do like 30 days STRAIGHT! in a row. but..........I'm falling behind. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 17-- A book that changed your views on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a lose. I've read tons of books, but currently i can't think of one that changed my views that drastically................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to think about this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-5259884051660646480?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5259884051660646480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=5259884051660646480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5259884051660646480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5259884051660646480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-17-of-30.html' title='Day 17 of 30'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-1075884316451599696</id><published>2010-09-11T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T17:14:22.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16 of 30 days of Truth</title><content type='html'>Day 16--Something or someone you could completely live without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CABLE! I haven't had cable in 3 1/2 years. And I don't miss it one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people call me NUTS. LOCO. A FREAK....but only when they can pull themselves away from the TV long enough to have a coherent conversation. Which is usually during a commercial or pee break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind not having cable. I'll be honest....i know my weakness. If i had cable I'd be laying on my couch in week old filthy eating Twinkies, picking my nose, and watching Matlock reruns.....because I could.   So as to avoid such unappealing habits I opt to not have the demon Cable in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm poor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-1075884316451599696?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1075884316451599696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=1075884316451599696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/1075884316451599696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/1075884316451599696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-16-of-30-days-of-truth.html' title='Day 16 of 30 days of Truth'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-5412485999178280734</id><published>2010-09-09T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T04:34:45.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15 of 30 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TIjE8ASki_I/AAAAAAAABD4/Ygzu62caFqg/s1600/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TIjE8ASki_I/AAAAAAAABD4/Ygzu62caFqg/s400/us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514874278864260082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 15--Something or someone you can't live without (slightly modified to my life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone&lt;/span&gt; I can't live without......&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;TAYLOR,&lt;/span&gt; my bestest friend in the whole wide world! So I'm aware that "the whole wide world" is a very large area....but There's only 1 TAYLOR. thank god for that. Trust me this world couldn't handle 2 of HER! But she lives thousands of miles away right now in smelly old Denver, Co. ....OK OK, it doesn't smell there, well.....it does have an aroma but it's not a bad one as I might have implied. unless the wind blows to the left....then watch the hell out.  Since high school (roughly 10 years) she has lived in the Boston area, HAWAII, Hershey, Lancaster, And DENVER! uhmmmmm.........just a thought but maybe she is trying to get away from yours truly??? NAH! So we don't see each other much....maybe once a year. But we talk for an EXTENDED amount of time on the phone. No really, it's rather unhealthy at times. like 3 hours unhealthy.  hmmm.....did they ever find any true to that whole "cell phones cause cancer" because if so, we are so fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TIjF_86DOpI/AAAAAAAABEI/qN3G8KjdAmM/s1600/us2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TIjF_86DOpI/AAAAAAAABEI/qN3G8KjdAmM/s400/us2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514875446187211410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Christmas at her parents house!&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/1152025992100254548-5412485999178280734?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5412485999178280734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=5412485999178280734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5412485999178280734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5412485999178280734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-15-of-30-days.html' title='Day 15 of 30 days'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TIjE8ASki_I/AAAAAAAABD4/Ygzu62caFqg/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-4385707158072815424</id><published>2010-09-07T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T14:43:44.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kipona???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514289762589225650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TIaxUre0MrI/AAAAAAAABDo/PsDdo3eQ3fc/s400/photo1.bmp" /&gt;So Labor day weekend just ended,,,,which just about means summer has gone bye byes. BOO! But then again fall is my favorite time of year, so i wont complain TOO much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Labor day weekend means one thing around these parts....KIPONA. Kipona is a food and arts festival in Harrisburg. and i finally got to go this year. One of the perks of having a boyfriend (a super duper boyfriend) is i have some one to go to things like this with, or someone to MAKE go to things like this. We had fun. It was a very Long day and we were beat when we got home, but it was a ton of fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found an awesome little stand where they were selling&lt;a href="http://www.claymonsters.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; Clay Monsters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which of course I had to bring home. check them out they are so cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514290205024603826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TIaxubroTrI/AAAAAAAABDw/1pXrgnn9dS0/s400/photo2.jpg" /&gt;check out their site. the people are from Baltimore, Md.&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/1152025992100254548-4385707158072815424?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4385707158072815424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=4385707158072815424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/4385707158072815424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/4385707158072815424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/09/kipona.html' title='Kipona???'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TIaxUre0MrI/AAAAAAAABDo/PsDdo3eQ3fc/s72-c/photo1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-8682402982601365374</id><published>2010-09-07T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T14:18:57.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14 of 30....sort of!</title><content type='html'>I know. I know. It's been over a week. I'm just.........blah. Works been really busy, and life has been busy! what a mess. So I'm back. I thought about catching myself up. doing 10 days of truth today. but I've decided to just continue where i left off.  which was.....(looking back) day 13. So here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day---a letter to a Hero who let you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Magic Bullet,&lt;br /&gt; I'm not sure where to begin. For so long I looked up to you and your blending abilities. I stayed up nights watching and memorizing every aspect of the greatest infomercial in the history of EVER. I mean, really your infomercial was pure genius, the acting-Superb. The lighting -superb. The product-An amazing advance in technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was, in awe of your food making wonder. so easy. Throw the cheese in toss in some peppers, place it on the magic bullet and 1,2........3, cheesy salsa. it seemed so dare i say, Magical. Same easy steps to make fresh homemade PESTO, omelets, frozen drinks....the possibilities were endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine the sheer excitement that swept through my body on Christmas morning 2008. The holiday twinkle in my eye shone brighter then the star on my parents tree, because of you dear Magic Bullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward- You suck! And not even in a remotely cool, rebel kind of way. I mean in a completely useless, just taking up space kind of way. The frozen drink function.........SUCKED. don't get me wrong i like when my appliances smell as tho they are on fire...it brings a certain amount of uncertainty to the evening. Cheese chopping.......SUCKED. I'll give you this, you do mix up a wicked omelet....however so does my whisk and it's nearly as much of a hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to sum things up Magic Bullet........I'm sad. Oh wait.......did you hear that ........(thump).....that was your cheap ass falling off the pedestal i put you on. Try not to get your junky mechanical parts on my floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;Amy McMean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-8682402982601365374?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8682402982601365374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=8682402982601365374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/8682402982601365374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/8682402982601365374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-14-of-30sort-of.html' title='Day 14 of 30....sort of!'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-4992626640122196249</id><published>2010-08-28T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T19:00:05.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COMBO DEAL 30 days day 12-13</title><content type='html'>Day 12--Something you NEVER get compliments on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My stunning appearance. I tend to be a t-shirt and jeans kind of girl. i don't do make up, I don't do dress up. and I don't spend extended time on my hair. I'm LAID BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Mr. Lego said i HAVE to mention that HE compliments me on my STUNNING appearance and particular body parts. CLASSY HUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 13--- A Band that got me through some stuff  (write a letter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Nirvana,&lt;br /&gt; Thanks for making Jr. High not suck.  Without your loud angry music I could have very easily gone over to the dark side. Dear god, I could have become a HUGE Backstreet Boy's fan. Oh man. I would have HATED me if that happen. So Thank you. Thank you for your wonderful rendition of &lt;em&gt;The man who sold the world&lt;/em&gt;,  thank you for &lt;em&gt;Heart Shaped Box&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Rape Me&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;About a Girl&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Breed&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Come as you are&lt;/em&gt;, and everything.&lt;br /&gt;McMean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-4992626640122196249?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4992626640122196249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=4992626640122196249&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/4992626640122196249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/4992626640122196249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/08/combo-deal-30-days-day-12-13.html' title='COMBO DEAL 30 days day 12-13'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-3135395509669271607</id><published>2010-08-26T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T04:23:25.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days of truth day 11</title><content type='html'>Day 11--Something people seem to compliment you a lot on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've got GREAT eyes. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-3135395509669271607?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3135395509669271607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=3135395509669271607&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/3135395509669271607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/3135395509669271607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-days-of-truth-day-11.html' title='30 days of truth day 11'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-4638467919845550862</id><published>2010-08-25T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T04:23:54.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days of truth day 10</title><content type='html'>Day 10- Someone you wish you could let go, or didn't know at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.........I wish I never would have meant Ben and Jerry. Those guys make some sick (&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as in AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) ice cream. But it goes right to my thighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-4638467919845550862?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4638467919845550862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=4638467919845550862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/4638467919845550862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/4638467919845550862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-days-of-truth-day-10.html' title='30 days of truth day 10'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-701560377010463611</id><published>2010-08-24T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T04:31:27.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days of truth day 9</title><content type='html'>Day 9- Someone you didn't want to let go over but they just drifted away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we all know a few of those people. I have a few of those people, the ones i figured I would know forever but then after awhile life happen and the next thing i knew I hadn't spoken or heard from them in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Months&lt;/span&gt;. that turned into years, and here we are.....strangers. I have a person like that. My friend Chef Brownie from high school. I was maid of honor in her wedding. Flew from Pittsburgh to Mississippi to be there for the big day. And now flash forward five years.....we haven't spoken in over a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After high school she went to culinary school and then interned in a Casino in Biloxi, Mississippi (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes i just did the little song in my head to make sure I spelled that state correctly&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt; emailed, wrote letters, sent gifts via the Postal Service, and finally when she got married I flew down to stand next to her. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But then life happen&lt;/span&gt;. I graduated, started looking for a job, made a few new friends closer to home, and she went on with her life. Soon we were talking every few months....then every 6-8 months, then on birthdays and holidays only. Until i called to wish her a happy birthday/ anniversary and she informed....she was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DIVORCED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we never talk. It's not either of our faults....at the same time it's both our faults. I never call. She never calls. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We just drifted apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-701560377010463611?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/701560377010463611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=701560377010463611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/701560377010463611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/701560377010463611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-days-of-truth-day-9.html' title='30 days of truth day 9'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-5662554270479221590</id><published>2010-08-23T16:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T17:02:22.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days of truth day 8</title><content type='html'>Day 8- Someone who made your life hell or treated you like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well definitely Mr. Ship.  He was a real D-Bag with a super big extra bold capital &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;. What a jerk. He toyed with me, drug it all on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WAY&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LONG&lt;/span&gt;. and in the end. Figured he was to good for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; and kicked &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ME &lt;/span&gt;to the curb. And if you knew Mr. Ship you would see he isn't to&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; GOOD&lt;/span&gt; for anyone...let alone &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ME!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I'm not bitter&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not at all&lt;/span&gt;. Gee Thanks Mr. Ship! You were a real pal.  So imagine how &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT THRILLED&lt;/span&gt; I was when I showed up with the New Boyfriend at my cousins cook out to find Mr. Ship there. uhm......could you have stared a bit more creep. Well how do you like those Apples&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; JERK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that was the only person.....alas it. is. not. The person who goes along with my post about forgiving myself ranks right up there with Mr. Ship. And since I wont even tell you what I need to forgive myself for you know it's bad and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HE'S WORSE. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-5662554270479221590?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5662554270479221590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=5662554270479221590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5662554270479221590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5662554270479221590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-days-of-truth-day-8.html' title='30 days of truth day 8'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-2258565381833445619</id><published>2010-08-22T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:45:40.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days of truth day 7</title><content type='html'>Day 7----Someone who has made your life worth living for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/THFwAufXJ9I/AAAAAAAABDY/C1TZ7DlMaQc/s1600/kids3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/THFwAufXJ9I/AAAAAAAABDY/C1TZ7DlMaQc/s400/kids3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508306977032710098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i moved home for college&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 5+&lt;/span&gt; years ago it wasn't how shall we say........a bright point in my life. I pretty much hated my life, myself and most of the people around me. I was moving back to a town I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; planned on moving back to. I didn't have a job or &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANY&lt;/span&gt; prospects. My boyfriend had just dumped me for "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ruining his life&lt;/span&gt;", and i was moving back in with my parents, who &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TRIED&lt;/span&gt; to be understanding.. Yeah not a high point in my life. The only high point was being back in York made it much easier to be a part of my little cousins, and my nephew's life. I was there when Jessica and Rebbeca got on the bus their first day of kindergarten. I was there when Kanyon learned how to swim and ride a bike. I hosted (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and still do&lt;/span&gt;) sleepovers for the 3 of them so they will be as close as I am with their parents. Without these 3 I would have been completely lost when i moved back here.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/THFvveInslI/AAAAAAAABDI/nmuZf6u95oI/s1600/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/THFvveInslI/AAAAAAAABDI/nmuZf6u95oI/s400/kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508306680584581714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/THFv3124phI/AAAAAAAABDQ/4v9BQC_Yil8/s1600/kids2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/THFv3124phI/AAAAAAAABDQ/4v9BQC_Yil8/s400/kids2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508306824391599634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't have kids.  Not yet at least. Hopefully someday I will, but for now I'm content to spend time and spoil the children in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-2258565381833445619?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2258565381833445619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=2258565381833445619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/2258565381833445619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/2258565381833445619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-days-of-truth-day-7.html' title='30 days of truth day 7'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/THFwAufXJ9I/AAAAAAAABDY/C1TZ7DlMaQc/s72-c/kids3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-6924320678448946599</id><published>2010-08-21T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T13:04:57.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Legos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Mr. Lego and I drove 2 1/2 hours to the King of Prussia mall near Philly yesterday to spend the day.....and go to the &lt;a href="http://stores.lego.com/en-us/King%20of%20prussia/LandingPage.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;LEGO STORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. You see Mr. Lego......well likes Legos (hence the name). sure, he'll say the legos are for his son.......but we know better don't we. i do have to say that the lego store was ......in a word.....COOL. I was pleasantly surprised. they had tons of displays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507956213996019394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/THAw_oWjXsI/AAAAAAAABDA/stqts-Rb_Bw/s400/mice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now if you are anything like me you remember when making a lego house with doors and windows was "high tech", not anymore. It's CRAZY the stuff they have. CRAZY!!!! Like the $100 space shuttle. WOW. so while Mr. lego was enthralled with the Lego wall where you could fill a bucket with legos off the whole for $15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507956032741479554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/THAw1FIGlII/AAAAAAAABC4/ieM8bjD_XIU/s400/legos.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Huge wall of tons of Legos to choose from. all sizes, colors, and wheels to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507955647353673090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/THAwepcfVYI/AAAAAAAABCw/fU_LLuS-1fs/s400/jeremy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Mr. Lego and the BIG LEGO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-6924320678448946599?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6924320678448946599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=6924320678448946599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/6924320678448946599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/6924320678448946599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/08/adventures-in-legos.html' title='Adventures in Legos'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/THAw_oWjXsI/AAAAAAAABDA/stqts-Rb_Bw/s72-c/mice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-2856292380550868260</id><published>2010-08-21T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T12:50:35.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days of truth day 6</title><content type='html'>Day 6----Something you hope you never have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I never have to make the choice to keep someone on or take someone off life support. That would be the worst choice to have to make. to decide if it's your feelings you are following the wishes of someone else. i couldn't imagine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-2856292380550868260?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2856292380550868260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=2856292380550868260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/2856292380550868260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/2856292380550868260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-days-of-truth-day-6.html' title='30 days of truth day 6'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-2039125002867942217</id><published>2010-08-19T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T06:51:56.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days of truth Day 5</title><content type='html'>Day 5----Something you want to do in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really like to go to visit the&lt;a href="http://www.biltmore.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; Biltmore Estate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;. I think it's AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now I'm off to King of Prussia Mall here in good old PA. Yup that's right Living the life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-2039125002867942217?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2039125002867942217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=2039125002867942217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/2039125002867942217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/2039125002867942217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-days-of-truth-day-5.html' title='30 Days of truth Day 5'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-7620622035812494070</id><published>2010-08-19T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T04:27:31.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 ays of Truth Day- Day 4</title><content type='html'>Day 4--Something you have to forgive someone for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm........this one is a bit harder. Fortunately (or unfortunately for this prompt) I'm not currently in conflict with anyone. I guess I could say i need to forgive Mr. Ship for making me feel so bad for SO LONG........but I'm actually pretty over that, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I need to forgive someone for?  I need to forgive myself for eating that delicious piece of cheese cake last night......that sure isn't helping my diet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-7620622035812494070?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7620622035812494070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=7620622035812494070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/7620622035812494070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/7620622035812494070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-ays-of-truth-day-day-4.html' title='30 ays of Truth Day- Day 4'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-2297345171125059561</id><published>2010-08-18T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T04:20:08.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days of truth Day 3</title><content type='html'>Day 3----Something you need to forgive yourself for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. I've got one........and I'm working on forgiving myself for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not easy. Not. At. All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-2297345171125059561?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2297345171125059561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=2297345171125059561&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/2297345171125059561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/2297345171125059561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-days-of-truth-day-3.html' title='30 days of truth Day 3'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-1240632882910339986</id><published>2010-08-16T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T08:03:55.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days of Truth DAY 2</title><content type='html'>Day 2- Something I love about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this is easy............................(&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crickets chirping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)........Oh I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KNOW&lt;/span&gt;.............wait no not that................hmmmmm..... No, I love lots of stuff about ME. I mean..&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.HELLO&lt;/span&gt;...It's me we are talking about. What's not to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly the one thing I love about myself the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; MOST&lt;/span&gt; is that I'm a very creative person. I love to make things and set things up. I'm working on this years Halloween party right now. I know it's more then 2 months away but I've already come up with some super great ideas for the kids. They are going to LOVE it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-1240632882910339986?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1240632882910339986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=1240632882910339986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/1240632882910339986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/1240632882910339986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-days-of-truth-day-2.html' title='30 days of Truth DAY 2'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-3797212125522112418</id><published>2010-08-16T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T10:45:13.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 of 30 days of Truth</title><content type='html'>I saw this 30-Days of truth post over at &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" href="http://letmetellyouabouttoday.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-days-of-truth.html"&gt;A Perfectly Unperfect girl&lt;/a&gt; and I thought to myself. That sounds like a very interesting idea. So I'm wagon jumping I guess. But I prefer to say I'm being inspired by another Awesome Blogger! So I'm going to do it. Bare with me as some of my post might not make it everyday, cause......well I'm poor/cheap and don't have Internet at home so I'm forced to use the Internet at work (only when I'm not on the clock...wink....wink) or at my friends houses.  Here are the prompts for the next 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;30 Days of Truth: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 01 → Something you hate about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Day 02 → Something you love about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Day 03 → Something you have to forgive yourself for.&lt;br /&gt;Day 04 → Something you have to forgive someone for.&lt;br /&gt;Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.&lt;br /&gt;Day 07 → Someone who has made your life worth living for.&lt;br /&gt;Day 08 → Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.&lt;br /&gt;Day 09 → Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 → Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 → Something people seem to compliment you the most on.&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 → Something you never get compliments on.&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 → A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter.)&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 → A hero that has let you down. (letter)&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 → Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 → Someone or something you definitely could live without.&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 → A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 → Your views on gay marriage.&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 → What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 → Your views on drugs and alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 → (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 → Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 → Something you wish you had done in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 → Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter)&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 → The reason you believe you’re still alive today.&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 → Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 → What’s the best thing going for you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 → What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 → Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 → A letter to yourself, tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! This looks intimidating. (Gulp) 30 days of Truth huh.....well here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1 - Something I hate about myself&lt;br /&gt; Oh man do you have all day?  Why are we so hard on our selves. I can think of a MILLION things i hate about myself.......well maybe not a million I'm not that self adsorbed. At least i try not to be.  If i had to pick just one thing I Hate about myself ABOVE all else........I would have to say I hate how much I'm like my DAD in some ways. Looks it's not all bad. My dad is great....I've picked up some really great stuff from him. My ability to picture things in my head and turn them into something. I visualized our Pacman costumes last year and then constructed them out of cardboard, plastic and paper. And the ROCKED! I have A GREAT sense of direction. But I've got a few bad traits from my Dad. I'm very SHORT tempered. I don't have patients for some people. I understand things quickly so when someone else doesn't seem "to get it" I get very frustrated with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I wasn't so short tempered because I feel bad after I fly off the handle about something so stupid.................I usually chalk it up to PMS. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-3797212125522112418?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3797212125522112418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=3797212125522112418&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/3797212125522112418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/3797212125522112418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-1-of-30-days-of-truth.html' title='Day 1 of 30 days of Truth'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-5365310851237153046</id><published>2010-08-15T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T17:04:59.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And she's off...............</title><content type='html'>So Big Brother bought my nephew a a motor bike. Sad story actually. No he didn't get hurt, or anything crazy like that. He can't grip the breaks on the handle bars......so he can't ride it. His hands are to small. I feel bad for him. But..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TGiAgSrEtFI/AAAAAAAABCY/gNzxz6c2-7M/s1600/ME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TGiAgSrEtFI/AAAAAAAABCY/gNzxz6c2-7M/s400/ME.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505791836717102162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I can grip the breaks! ZOOM ZOOM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-5365310851237153046?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5365310851237153046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=5365310851237153046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5365310851237153046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5365310851237153046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-shes-off.html' title='And she&apos;s off...............'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TGiAgSrEtFI/AAAAAAAABCY/gNzxz6c2-7M/s72-c/ME.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-1196626026492241897</id><published>2010-08-01T13:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T13:17:42.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got CRABS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The one bar near us, Tailgaters, does $1 a hard shell crab days on their deck....Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday.......almost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYDAY&lt;/span&gt;! And come on! $1 a crab. $1 of hard shell yummy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;GREATNESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; SIGN ME UP! &lt;/span&gt;So preggers, and Julie and i went last week. It was nice, since we haven't logged much girl time" what with preggers going back to school and raising her 15 month old, Julie with her busy life at the family business and her dogs, and then there's me...............ME who is notorious for NOT having ANYTHING to occupied my time.......I've been busy. With my new BOYFRIEND. Yeah he's my boyfriend....it's official. We had the "talk" which I wasn't sure how it was supposed to go since the last time i had the "talk" it involved a note and the words "Do you want to be my boyfriend....circle &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO.&lt;/span&gt;"  So i did my best......and by best I mean tried to not act like an idiot. I only cracked one joke about "so now you have to give me your letter man jacket so i can wear it to lunch" oh yeah and this one....so i guess it was 2 jokes..."Does this mean i get to wear your class ring on a chain around my neck". See i didn't do to BAD.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TFXVy6kO66I/AAAAAAAABCI/KdiXMAUKAug/s1600/crabs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TFXVy6kO66I/AAAAAAAABCI/KdiXMAUKAug/s400/crabs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500537590594333602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyways...back to my crab story. So the 3 of us went and had crabs Tuesday night....and they were tasty. BUT, they came with a whole BUNCH of rules. Please refer to the picture for details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TFXV8H_9sCI/AAAAAAAABCQ/3MrBA0t3y48/s1600/crabs+rules.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TFXV8H_9sCI/AAAAAAAABCQ/3MrBA0t3y48/s400/crabs+rules.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500537748819128354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. That's a lot of things to keep straight. But we did ok. No one kicked us out or anything at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-1196626026492241897?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1196626026492241897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=1196626026492241897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/1196626026492241897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/1196626026492241897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-got-crabs.html' title='I&apos;ve got CRABS!'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TFXVy6kO66I/AAAAAAAABCI/KdiXMAUKAug/s72-c/crabs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-6491302277781869411</id><published>2010-07-25T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T13:55:52.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are looking up</title><content type='html'>Let's see. I've been here and gone for WAY to long. Seems like life just up and got out of hand for awhile. I'm trying to rein it in....but LIFE.....well life is one FEISTY S.O.B.! And a real pain at times.....about 22 hours a day actually. But lately I've been busy.....very busy. Between work (yuck!), my friends, family and well.....my personal life has taken off in the last month or so.........I just can't seem to find time to do anything. Clean, Blog, remember to stay hydrated. It's rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is just&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; FRUSTRATING!&lt;/span&gt; I try and try but I feel like I'm getting no where and I feel like no one at my company cares, they just watch me struggle. So I'm job hunting.....because I'm over this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and family seem to be the only people that can keep me sane. And if you knew my friends and family you would understand why that is odd. With all their individual drama and internal conflict between everyone...it's odd that they would actually be voices or reason for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's my personal life. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hmmm....&lt;/span&gt; for once it's not bad. For once things are going well. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Very well&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Almost to well&lt;/span&gt;, if you know what I mean. I'm not&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Miss. Negative&lt;/span&gt;. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I swear I'm not, don't pay any attention to what my friends and family tell you&lt;/span&gt;). I'm "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss. I know how my life goes"&lt;/span&gt;, and usually once things are going well...really well.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; BAMN!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXPLOSION&lt;/span&gt; of horrible measures. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I'm leery&lt;/span&gt;. Not of the person I'm seeing &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" href="http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-is-all-smiles-and-bunny-rabbits.html"&gt;(i blogged about him awhile ago&lt;/a&gt;), but of the bad things that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; happen when I'm happy. Because I am happy. Really happy for once. and I'd sure like that to stick for awhile. That would be a nice change of pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dating Mr. Lego for a little over a month now I think. One Month and two weeks&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TEyjx0NCr0I/AAAAAAAABCA/6WiZUirBLb0/s1600/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TEyjx0NCr0I/AAAAAAAABCA/6WiZUirBLb0/s400/pic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497949321334796098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; maybe....but who's keeping track. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mr. Lego is very nice&lt;/span&gt;, a bit of a goof at times (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hence the Mr. Lego name&lt;/span&gt;) but very nice. He's an IT guy for a tire factory, has a 7 year old son, and is divorced. I'm really enjoying spending time with him....he apparently hasn't picked up on my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CRAZY GIRL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vibe&lt;/span&gt;, because he seems to enjoy spending time with me. :) so here you go. blogger friends......meet Mr. Lego.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-6491302277781869411?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6491302277781869411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=6491302277781869411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/6491302277781869411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/6491302277781869411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/07/things-are-looking-up.html' title='Things are looking up'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TEyjx0NCr0I/AAAAAAAABCA/6WiZUirBLb0/s72-c/pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-7980080951693752049</id><published>2010-07-25T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T11:03:19.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies Lunch time again!</title><content type='html'>So the women in my family started these Gorgeous Girls and Grannies lunches every few months. This year we celebrated every one's birthday.......and brought gifts, which in theory is a nice idea. Until you have 11 people at 1 lunch to buy for......then it becomes expensive. So we've covered all the birthday's now, and will just be having lunches from now on. No gifts required. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are a few pictures from the last one we had in Cambridge, Md.  Lunch #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TEx6nKRQ88I/AAAAAAAABBY/0gDo0U3fWmY/s1600/all.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TEx6nKRQ88I/AAAAAAAABBY/0gDo0U3fWmY/s400/all.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497904058302788546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be the whole crazy bunch. My Aunt Gloria had the t-shirts and the banner made. Everyone seemed to enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TEx6xvW9hhI/AAAAAAAABBo/huO-WlM88Jc/s1600/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TEx6xvW9hhI/AAAAAAAABBo/huO-WlM88Jc/s400/us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497904240057484818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just us nieces. From top to bottom (left to right) Tammy, Kimmie, Missy, ME, and Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TEx7QIosZPI/AAAAAAAABBw/kM6akOmn1VI/s1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TEx7QIosZPI/AAAAAAAABBw/kM6akOmn1VI/s400/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497904762238821618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Finally me and one of my favorite two little monsters. Rebecca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-7980080951693752049?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7980080951693752049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=7980080951693752049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/7980080951693752049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/7980080951693752049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/07/ladies-lunch-time-again.html' title='Ladies Lunch time again!'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TEx6nKRQ88I/AAAAAAAABBY/0gDo0U3fWmY/s72-c/all.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-3854610450928390901</id><published>2010-07-22T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T04:44:57.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work blues</title><content type='html'>Every time I say I'm BACK!! something happens and I'm away from blogging FOREVER! So I wont say it.......because I'm sure something will come up and I wont be able to post for a LONG TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back this week from a MUCH need vacation. 10 days off.......10 whole days!......in a row!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do much. took a few little mini vacation and spent time with my family, nothing REALLY exciting. But Hey..........at least I wasn't at work. So Now I'm back to the Grind.....and it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bit of a falling out yesterday with my supervisor. In my defense after a year of hearing "We know you need help, we are getting another person to help you", 6 months of 6 days a week in this place, overtime on my ONE day off, and more and more work........I finally snapped and said "I can't do anymore work, I have a lot of work to do to!" And yet.......I'm the jerk. Wouldn't be so bad but she wouldn't have a rational conversation with me, she just yells, "Never mind",  storms off and mutters to herself what a hassle it is to get a little help around here. NO SHIT! I've been saying that for a YEAR! Funny thing....the stuff she wanted me to do.....3 other people know how to do.......why was I ELECTED the person to do it forever NOW!? Oh yeah because up until now I haven't COMPLAINED about or said NO to anything I've had to do.....yeah I am a jerk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-3854610450928390901?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3854610450928390901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=3854610450928390901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/3854610450928390901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/3854610450928390901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/07/work-blues.html' title='Work blues'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-3542168989907110602</id><published>2010-07-04T14:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T14:41:13.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago there was a hot air balloon festival right behind my house. RIGHT BEHIND my house. I was so excited to go over Saturday night and see the GLOW show. when all the hot air balloon pilots light up the balloons.....but it rained. So I had to settle for watching them launch Friday from my porch. This one seemed fitting for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TDD_yA7Tx8I/AAAAAAAABBQ/sTX24hd--qQ/s1600/4th+of+july.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TDD_yA7Tx8I/AAAAAAAABBQ/sTX24hd--qQ/s400/4th+of+july.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490169180471936962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 4th of JULY!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1152025992100254548-3542168989907110602?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3542168989907110602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=3542168989907110602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/3542168989907110602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/3542168989907110602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TDD_yA7Tx8I/AAAAAAAABBQ/sTX24hd--qQ/s72-c/4th+of+july.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-3069643014951251198</id><published>2010-06-30T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T10:27:29.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mess of Information</title><content type='html'>So I've been seeing someone&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; (?)&lt;/span&gt; is that what you call it. I don't know I'm&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; SO&lt;/span&gt; out of practice with the whole dating THING. Ugh. But I don't think I'm bad at it....per say. I mean we've been out 3 times with our 4th date taking place tonight. So I must not be to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HORRIBLE&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AWKWARD&lt;/span&gt; to be around. If so.......well I guess he likes it then. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's fun&lt;/span&gt;.......I know, I know. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;McMean a/k/a/ McUnfriendly&lt;/span&gt; is having fun making  a new friend.................Why yes. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes i am&lt;/span&gt;. See i'm not always a mean person!! Someone please relay this information to my friends, as I'm sure they will laugh hysterically in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So aside from the adventures in dating.......not much is going on with me. Working...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.A LOT&lt;/span&gt;. But I'm looking forward to my 10 days off coming up in 10 days! no big plans.....I would love to hit the beach, but I doubt that will happen. Preggers and I are going to Philly for a few days...just to get away. And I'll end my week off with a trip to the Eastern Shore of Maryland for some McMean Family fun. That might be the closest I get to the beach.....a nice day on the bay. But it's not work....so who cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bought new stuff for my deck and made it look all nice. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Check it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TCt9pUVzBwI/AAAAAAAABBA/I5Av5PHsCdw/s1600/deck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TCt9pUVzBwI/AAAAAAAABBA/I5Av5PHsCdw/s400/deck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488618719669323522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TCt9tKUJAFI/AAAAAAAABBI/2CHgn9vmkkU/s1600/deck2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TCt9tKUJAFI/AAAAAAAABBI/2CHgn9vmkkU/s400/deck2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488618785697497170" 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/1152025992100254548-3069643014951251198?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3069643014951251198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=3069643014951251198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/3069643014951251198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/3069643014951251198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/06/mess-of-information.html' title='Mess of Information'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TCt9pUVzBwI/AAAAAAAABBA/I5Av5PHsCdw/s72-c/deck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-8861301539648340461</id><published>2010-06-29T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T06:07:06.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year old</title><content type='html'>This is a bit late. But preggers little boy turned the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; BIG &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. on May 31!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday LOGAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TCnvtPRqsRI/AAAAAAAABAw/W9NJmkl8FqU/s1600/logan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TCnvtPRqsRI/AAAAAAAABAw/W9NJmkl8FqU/s400/logan2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488181181401444626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TCnvwCbJKoI/AAAAAAAABA4/QRD9AT--hpE/s1600/logan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO MOM AND POP McMean!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;31 years&lt;/span&gt;.............................of nothing but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PURE&lt;/span&gt; joy and love.........well maybe not &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt; BUT......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad, I hope one day I'm celebrating 30+ years with the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TCHxAOQJN5I/AAAAAAAABAo/5Tl0fyUIA8M/s1600/mom+and+dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TCHxAOQJN5I/AAAAAAAABAo/5Tl0fyUIA8M/s400/mom+and+dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485930807242078098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-3596920931625476939?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3596920931625476939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=3596920931625476939&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/3596920931625476939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/3596920931625476939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/06/3decades-plus-another-365-days.html' title='3decades PLUS another 365 days'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TCHxAOQJN5I/AAAAAAAABAo/5Tl0fyUIA8M/s72-c/mom+and+dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-8603567944994935940</id><published>2010-06-22T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T04:55:36.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER TIME!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it's summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUMMER&lt;/span&gt;, how I love &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU!&lt;/span&gt; I'm not a cold weather person. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT AT ALL&lt;/span&gt;. I hate the cold! I'd love to live someplace warm, surrounded by beaches and water. Ahh that sounds great. Anyone know a good places like that? Oh yeah it needs to be free as.........I'm not very how do you say.......I'm broke as a joke 90% of the time. Anywho. summer time in my family means hanging out at my parents pool.......(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when you are to broke to go to a real beach&lt;/span&gt;). If you squint your eyes just right and knock yourself over the head you will think those "waves" rolling in across that crystal clear water are big salt water waves &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(when there really just bumps from Kanyons last cannonball&lt;/span&gt;), or that the lava hot deck you just raced across was warm toasty sand. but it wasn't. And then you realize that's not a biplane flying around with one of those&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 50% off everything at Waves Superstore&lt;/span&gt; signs....it's the creepy neighbor mowing his lawn, who apparently only needs to mow the part that gives him a clear view to your pool,.....creepy. So here is how our summer has started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TCChumPrkiI/AAAAAAAABAI/0VEGQF21IcM/s1600/kanyon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TCChumPrkiI/AAAAAAAABAI/0VEGQF21IcM/s400/kanyon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485562168049635874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kanyon spent a ton of time spraying everyone with these stupid water launchers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TCCiaTNSAdI/AAAAAAAABAQ/BYV77LnG9PQ/s1600/sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TCCiaTNSAdI/AAAAAAAABAQ/BYV77LnG9PQ/s400/sarah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485562918853542354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah got her first taste of the pool. She looks thrilled, No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TCCi6JAv_8I/AAAAAAAABAg/rhn8uumApHg/s1600/Logan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TCCi6JAv_8I/AAAAAAAABAg/rhn8uumApHg/s400/Logan2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485563465872441282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At least Logan &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt; the water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TCCin-RnVcI/AAAAAAAABAY/G-5E77sjs8M/s1600/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TCCin-RnVcI/AAAAAAAABAY/G-5E77sjs8M/s400/kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485563153752741314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah and Logan meet for the first time. Logan wasn't sure if she was real, but realized she didn't look like the same baby that follows him &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVERYWHERE&lt;/span&gt; and looks at him in the mirror.&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/1152025992100254548-8603567944994935940?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8603567944994935940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=8603567944994935940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/8603567944994935940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/8603567944994935940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-time.html' title='SUMMER TIME!!!!'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TCChumPrkiI/AAAAAAAABAI/0VEGQF21IcM/s72-c/kanyon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-4635792104836623748</id><published>2010-06-17T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T04:35:23.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It happen at work.</title><content type='html'>A little amount of background on ME! I'm an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;obit clerk&lt;/span&gt; for our local newspaper........(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cricks chirping&lt;/span&gt;). Yes, i get that a lot, dead silence (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pardon the pun&lt;/span&gt;) after i mention what i do, most people don't know how to react. The typical "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh that sounds like a fun job&lt;/span&gt;, or, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you like what you do&lt;/span&gt;" doesn't seem the same. Not like i just said I'm a ice cream shop owner or a part time clown. I write&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; OBITS&lt;/span&gt;. Not the happiest of times. But OH my........the stories I could tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day while minding my own business at work (google surfing and blogging) my phone rang. Upon answering the phone I was greeted with not your customary "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello, I'm so and so calling to &lt;/span&gt;ask a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  few questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".....oh no. What follows is one of the oddest conversations to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPEN&lt;/span&gt; at&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; WORK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me~ Obit desk, McMean speaking&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Lady~ Where in the hell do you people get off running stories in your paper about what a great person this guy was.......He was horrible! You ran stories on the front page....... and don't even get me started on his obit! All the lies and half truths you wrote about him make me sick!&lt;br /&gt;Me~ (WTF) hmmm.......Mrs. CL.  are you calling to make corrections on an obit or to an editorial story.&lt;br /&gt;CL~ Both aren't you listening..........He was a horrible man who ran around on his wife while she was dieing of cancer......dated my mom and she never knew about this other lady then married my mom and kept her prisoner. I had to kidnap her for her own safety. Doesn't say that in his obit does it?&lt;br /&gt;Me~ Mrs.......it doesn't sound like you were involved in placing the obit with the family and the funeral home, there isn't really anything i can.......&lt;br /&gt;CL~ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M GLAD HE'S DEAD!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; YOU HEAR THAT YOU ASSHOLE I'M GLAD YOU'RE DEAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me~ Mrs......&lt;br /&gt;CL~ Where did you get the stuff you put in his obit you named one wife and he was married a few times.....&lt;br /&gt;Me~ All the information comes from the funeral home and is supplied to them by his family.&lt;br /&gt;CL~ Well it's all lies...........You should run a retraction because he was horrible he wasn't this great guy the paper makes him out to be&lt;br /&gt;Me~ We can't just run a retraction because YOU didn't like him..&lt;br /&gt;CL~ Oh you don't know anything your stupid&lt;br /&gt;Me~ Have a nice day (&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CLICK&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she called back to complain that I hung up on her. I'm pretty sure it was justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did everyone else write about??&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/2010/06/girl-with-cancer/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+MamasLosinIt+%28Mama%27s+Losin%27+It%29"&gt; Mama Kat's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-4635792104836623748?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4635792104836623748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=4635792104836623748&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/4635792104836623748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/4635792104836623748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-happen-at-work.html' title='It happen at work.'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-2544852749837986855</id><published>2010-06-16T04:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T04:37:10.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is all smiles and bunny rabbits!</title><content type='html'>So I did it. That's right ladies and gentlemen.....&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It. &lt;/span&gt;IT! and it was .......pretty &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What? &lt;/span&gt;You think I'm talking about........Oh come on people get your heads out of the gutters. I didn't do that. I did it.....went on my first date with someone off Match.com. Try to follow along please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I mean the guy I've been corresponding with (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel so Anderson Cooper like saying that....corresponding&lt;/span&gt;) via email and instant messenger. Seems neither of us had anything much to do last night so he mentioned getting dinner and I figured. Hey. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I like Food&lt;/span&gt;. Why not. So i did it. I went on a date, for like the first time in........well &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FOREVER.  &lt;/span&gt;I mean really..........&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;G.W. Bush&lt;/span&gt; was running for re-election the last time i went on a first date.......I know that seems like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FOREVER &lt;/span&gt;ago....because, it was but....................The last guy i was talking to stood me up three times. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3x's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 3x's.&lt;/span&gt; I'm not sure who I'm more mad at him or myself for giving him that many chances to stand me up. It's a slight epidemic in my life.....I've been stood up more times then i can count. So my only expectation last night was that I just really hoped it showed up. and....&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Panera Bread (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice and low key casual&lt;/span&gt;) at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6 p.m&lt;/span&gt;. closed the place down at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9 p.m. &lt;/span&gt;(there's something for the fmaily news letter lol ) and then stood at outside loitering for another &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;30-40 minutes.&lt;/span&gt; But it was fun. And looking back there was really no need for me to be so nervous.  We decided at like 2:30 we would meet for dinner so I didn't have that few days build up, to figure out what to wear and all that goofy girl junk, which i think might have been better. I had a very nice time.  So.....we shall see what happens next. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stay Tuned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-2544852749837986855?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2544852749837986855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=2544852749837986855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/2544852749837986855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/2544852749837986855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-is-all-smiles-and-bunny-rabbits.html' title='Life is all smiles and bunny rabbits!'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-1724820226390986340</id><published>2010-06-13T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T14:48:53.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spent the weekend dodging rain drops and hanging out at the pool (a.k.a my parents house). Have to get some of my photos up from Logan's birthday, memorial day, kim's baby shower, and the hot air balloons. Man. I really need a computer of my own to keep at home with internet. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IMAGINE&lt;/span&gt; all the things i could get done. I could..............................&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;take over&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hot air balloon festival was this weekend directly across the street from my&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;. It was pretty cool to see the hot air balloons that up close and personal. I planned t go into the fairgrounds last night when they did the balloon glow...................&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOWEVER&lt;/span&gt; it was called of due to ...................&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RAIN&lt;/span&gt;. boo!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-1724820226390986340?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1724820226390986340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=1724820226390986340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/1724820226390986340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/1724820226390986340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/06/spent-weekend-dodging-rain-drops-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-6726949155472775736</id><published>2010-06-10T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T05:54:18.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sending out an S.O.S.!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So day number (hold on I'm counting on my fingers...one......carry the two)&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 5&lt;/span&gt;. It's day 5 of my online dating adventure.  and it's going.................hmmmmm......well it's not going horrible, which is how my last online dating adventure went so I'm happy with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still addicted to seeing how many people have viewed my profile and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I STILL&lt;/span&gt; think it's horrible they give you that information. I'm assuming it's one of those "return on your investment" kind of things. Their way of saying........"See this is why you paid for this so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALL &lt;/span&gt;these guys (&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;91 so far&lt;/span&gt;) can ogle you". I've received a few more winks and I've exchanged a couple emails with one guy in particular. We are currently doing the getting to know you questions......and this is where &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I  NEED YOUR HELP!&lt;/span&gt; I'm not sure what to ask anymore. We've covered the family questions, he has a brother and a 6 year old son, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(It's darn near impossible to find a guy who isn't either divorced or a dad&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he is both of those things&lt;/span&gt;) he lives in the same area as me and he's an IT guy. So I need some question I can ask him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this getting to know a person thing is ........&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HARD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've asked him his top 5 favorite songs of all time, one place he must see before he dies, and which trilogy is better the new or the old Star wars (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he mentioned he liked Star Wars&lt;/span&gt;). but now I'm not sure what to ask. I need some go to questions...........Any advice my wonderful friends???&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Any advice at all???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-6726949155472775736?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6726949155472775736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=6726949155472775736&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/6726949155472775736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/6726949155472775736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/06/sending-out-sos.html' title='Sending out an S.O.S.!!!!!'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-1538603282622129555</id><published>2010-06-08T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T10:13:21.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there a 12 step program for this.......</title><content type='html'>So I'm addicted! I've got a problem and I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt; then willing to admit to it. Since my life has been lacking something for the last 5 years.........that be the company of a nice gentleman.......i decided to try.........match.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I had previously signed up with Plenty of fish, if you aren't familiar with this site, its a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FREE &lt;/span&gt;dating site.  And the guys I've meant on there.............well................let's just say they weren't looking for a nice girl as much as they were looking to find a friend for the night. I only meant one guy from that site in person, he was nice enough. But he wasn't looking for anything serious and i wasn't looking for a booty call. I meant another guy who seemed REALLY nice but he blew me off to many times so I'm done with that site. I'm hoping that since that guys on Match.com actually are willing to shell out some money to be on the site they might take it a little more serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho......here's were the addiction part comes into play. I'm addicted to seeing who's viewed my profile and I'm checking every half hour or so to see if anyone knew has viewed me, messaged me, winked at me, and so on. It's horrible. I'd rather not see that 50 guys have looked at my profile but only 3 have winked at me.........not the greatest odds. But since in reality I only need one guy to prove to be a good guy, maybe that's not so bad. I don't know. We shall see how this goes. I've chatted with two different guys. both seem nice enough, although I've learned EVERYONE seems nice on messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked "Curvy" to describe myself. Sounded better then "a few extra pounds" or "full figured". I thought curvy sounded &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SEXY&lt;/span&gt;. But i made sure to put photos up that show how freaking &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AWESOME &lt;/span&gt;I really am. and Modest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you updated on my life on the dating site. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-1538603282622129555?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1538603282622129555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=1538603282622129555&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/1538603282622129555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/1538603282622129555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/06/is-there-12-step-program-for-this.html' title='Is there a 12 step program for this.......'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-2930021049483998404</id><published>2010-06-03T04:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T04:27:45.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;.........I was off for Memorial Day. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;. some time off...even if it was just for the day. And it felt &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt;. I sat around with the family at my parents house in the sun and enjoyed the day. It was unbelievably&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; HOT &lt;/span&gt;out. but the pool helped to fix the heat problem. Preggers, Mr. Preggers, and their little boy Logan, who's 1st birthday was Monday came over for the cookout also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big brother and his girlfriend brought my little niece (&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 1/2 months&lt;/span&gt;) and my nephew &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(7 years old&lt;/span&gt;) over so we had the kid part covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to sit around and relax and chow down on some yummy summer food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan enjoyed the pool, his first experience with such a thing. I think the boat helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TAeQzFSmEoI/AAAAAAAAA_4/jJsrPIcJxec/s1600/Logan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TAeQzFSmEoI/AAAAAAAAA_4/jJsrPIcJxec/s400/Logan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478506678987395714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've had this baby boat since my nephew was little and Logan loved it right away. Come on....who wouldn't love this thing. I wish I had one for me. lounging in the pool making boat noises and steering my boat around while someone pushes me around. Now that's the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIFE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TAeQ6dAQzgI/AAAAAAAABAA/MZeU8x_Pljk/s1600/Logan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TAeQ6dAQzgI/AAAAAAAABAA/MZeU8x_Pljk/s400/Logan2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478506805612039682" 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/1152025992100254548-2930021049483998404?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2930021049483998404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=2930021049483998404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/2930021049483998404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/2930021049483998404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/06/fun-in-sun.html' title='Fun in the sun'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TAeQzFSmEoI/AAAAAAAAA_4/jJsrPIcJxec/s72-c/Logan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-2677293385728075243</id><published>2010-05-30T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T13:42:18.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm NOT DEAD!</title><content type='html'>WOW.... I haven't blogged in over a month. A MONTH. At one point I thought I might die if i didn't blog EVERYDAY. WHOA! It's nice to know that's not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....where have I been you might be asking yourself.......(wow you aren't? hmmm) well I'll tell you where I've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been...........................up to my eyes in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;WORK&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;WORK&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WORK! &lt;/span&gt;Yeah I know....I wish it was a better excuse. so let's make one up. ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy traveling the world and spending my endless amount of&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; MONEY&lt;/span&gt;. My friends and I flew to Bali, where we laid on our&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; OWN &lt;/span&gt;private beach soaking up rays and drinking little umbrella drinks all the while flirting with hot guys. It was a rough time. But you can't spend 3 weeks laying on the beach soaking up the sun......(I could) or your end up looking like Ally alligator so we jetted to Europe where we shopped and rubbed elbows with the famous incognito. And finished our trip with a stop in Vegas where......................well you know, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh that would be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUCH&lt;/span&gt; a better story. Sounds better then 21 hours of overtime and pounding my head against the wall. Sounds better then rum drinks in my living room, alone, after a 12 hour day....just so i can calm down. Yeah the other story sounds WAY better. But, it is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of advice~ When and if your company ever says the hated phrase &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;New computer system"&lt;/span&gt; start looking for a new job....&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did find a few free moments, and I'll be posting pictures from those moments when i get a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll be back to my.....ahhhhh.......regular life (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see the thrilling look on my face&lt;/span&gt;) and back to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preggers little boy turns 1 on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1 year old&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALREADY&lt;/span&gt;. my little buddy! I'm so excited for his party next week. There will be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOTS&lt;/span&gt; of pictures of his big 1st Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until then.....................................Happy 1st Birthday Logan!!!! Aunt Amy LOVES YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TALNOHEFfZI/AAAAAAAAA_w/kTUzNEOb2ko/s1600/Logan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TALNOHEFfZI/AAAAAAAAA_w/kTUzNEOb2ko/s400/Logan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477165739133992338" 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/1152025992100254548-2677293385728075243?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2677293385728075243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=2677293385728075243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/2677293385728075243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/2677293385728075243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-not-dead.html' title='I&apos;m NOT DEAD!'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/TALNOHEFfZI/AAAAAAAAA_w/kTUzNEOb2ko/s72-c/Logan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-6692450437767764454</id><published>2010-04-27T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T10:28:28.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How many can you relate to?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hello ALL!!! So I received a forward in my email today (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;insert eye roll&lt;/span&gt;) and I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;forward those things....well unless it says something in reference to bad luck &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FOREVER.&lt;/span&gt;.....or true happiness, because let's be honest, If you can't find true happiness via a chain email where can you find it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; really where ..............anyone.....anyone..... Well thanks a bunch guys. Looks like the quest for true happiness continues.  Anyways. instead of forwarding this email to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVERYONE &lt;/span&gt;I know, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;who wants to be that girl&lt;/span&gt;, I've decided to post it here. Some of them mad me laugh, mostly because I can completely agree with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;"&gt;UNIVERSAL TRUTHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;"&gt;2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 How the heck are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Was learning cursive really necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on #5. I'm pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bad decisions make good stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don't want to have to restart my collection.. .again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this - ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Darn it!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What did you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Bud Lite than Kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I wish &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1272388288_30"&gt;Google Maps&lt;/span&gt; had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word they said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Is it just me or do high school kids get dumber &amp;amp; dumber every year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet my behind everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10pt;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-6692450437767764454?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6692450437767764454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=6692450437767764454&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/6692450437767764454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/6692450437767764454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-many-can-you-relate-to.html' title='How many can you relate to?'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-2205224244293313553</id><published>2010-04-19T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T09:53:34.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much HOOPLA!</title><content type='html'>So my 5 day vacation (spent at home doing &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;) is now over and I am.......back at work. BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had taken a few days off for my birthday and to recover from the 10 day stretch I had. My birthday..................in a word.........................disappointing.  My family was to BUSY to celebrate my birthday on Wednesday.................so we did it Friday after MUCH fighting and arguing.  I actually asked if they needed me there after all.  All i wanted was a carrot cake or a German chocolate cake....i don't ask for much. I didn't get either. My mom doesn't like carrot cake, huh I sort of thought it was my birthday i must have been wrong, and they couldn't find a German chocolate cake. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHATEVER&lt;/span&gt;. My dinner plans with my friends were canceled but that couldn't be helped. Preggers little boy was sick. Like really sick. Like a 102 degree fever sick. Poor guy. so the dinner was postponed till this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my actual birthday at the laundry mat, mowing my parents huge yard (yeah the parents who forgot my birthday...that's them) and sitting at home alone. It was&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But i did get a rocking gift from Preggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S8yIjS5X3hI/AAAAAAAAA_o/LZfL-UW_wSM/s1600/Photo0177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S8yIjS5X3hI/AAAAAAAAA_o/LZfL-UW_wSM/s400/Photo0177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461890588042845714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my parents bought me a new gas bottle for my grill and some BBQ forks and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom said, "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don't you think you're a little to old for all this hoopla&lt;/span&gt;". The HOOPLA in question was a family dinner at my parents house. Which was my idea. They offered to take me out but I said why don't we just throw some burgers on the grill and eat here Friday that way Big brother, Jan, and baby Sarah could come. all i wanted was burgers and cake at my parents house. What a bunch of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOOPLA.&lt;/span&gt; I'm so inconsiderate sometimes. I told my mom they can plan their own Halloween party for the kids next year, and their own children parties and birthday stuff. Since asking for burgers and cake at my parents house is to much HOOPLA for me. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm out of the hoopla business then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-2205224244293313553?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2205224244293313553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=2205224244293313553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/2205224244293313553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/2205224244293313553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/04/too-much-hoopla.html' title='Too much HOOPLA!'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S8yIjS5X3hI/AAAAAAAAA_o/LZfL-UW_wSM/s72-c/Photo0177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-6587558747580576534</id><published>2010-04-13T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T11:44:54.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Her comes Peter......HEY wait a minute</title><content type='html'>So Sarah went to see the Easter Bunny. Her first encounter with holiday "figures". But I guess Peter was busy....this must be Paulette Rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S8S7fx6DKbI/AAAAAAAAA_g/bFlNUx5PTLs/s1600/Sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S8S7fx6DKbI/AAAAAAAAA_g/bFlNUx5PTLs/s400/Sarah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459694802927036850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh Aunt McMean's happy little bunny friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-6587558747580576534?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6587558747580576534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=6587558747580576534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/6587558747580576534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/6587558747580576534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/04/her-comes-peterhey-wait-minute.html' title='Her comes Peter......HEY wait a minute'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S8S7fx6DKbI/AAAAAAAAA_g/bFlNUx5PTLs/s72-c/Sarah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-1863822995693089904</id><published>2010-04-12T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T13:54:55.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9 of 10</title><content type='html'>I've been working non stop since Easter Sunday. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NON STOP&lt;/span&gt;. except for roughly 10 hours between shifts when I'm eating dinner, sleeping, and taking a shower. I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EXHAUSTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been amazing....at least the glimpses I've seen from the window, since I've been stuck inside the office&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; WORKING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I'm just really &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOPING&lt;/span&gt; that it's nice this week when I finally have sometime off. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PLEASE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just one more day"...that's what I've been telling myself &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; day&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; TODAY&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JUST ONE MORE DAY&lt;/span&gt;, after today, and I finally have some time off! Just one more day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from being screamed out by a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VERY ANGRY&lt;/span&gt; man.....a funeral director..........another angry guy.........and some lady from a law office, the day hasn't been &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TO BAD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone else is having a much &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BETTER &lt;/span&gt;day. Just one more day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-1863822995693089904?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1863822995693089904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=1863822995693089904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/1863822995693089904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/1863822995693089904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-9-of-10.html' title='Day 9 of 10'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-1293206445390042317</id><published>2010-04-09T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T15:47:38.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 things Friday</title><content type='html'>so my bloggy buddy Sam, over &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" href="http://samiamland.blogspot.com/2010/04/five-things-friday-bug-me.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; does 5 things Friday. And since she's obvious a smart cookie (she's a Steelers fan also) I figured I'd join her on this nice Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things that I REALLY love.  NOW......I could say my family..blah...blah...blah...but that's a given, for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flannel sheets. I'm ALWAYS cold, so flannel sheets are the best thing in the world to me! Next to a heated blanket. "You know one of them there blankets with a plug you stick right into the wall, while you watch your shows".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SUBWAY. The sandwich place, not the overly crowded, smelly, noisy form of transportation. I love me a good sub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sun, warm temps, and a fishing pole. I love fishing......it's so relaxing. I can't wait to get out and catch some fish this summer.................and work on my tan, after I've applied an appropriate amount of SPF.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grillin. Nothing is better then a yummy hamburger straight off the Bar-B-Q. Unless it's a yummy STEAK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adult activities........................of course I'm talking about Bingo, and sing-songs, and not Sex, and Alcohol. Of course that's what I meant. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-1293206445390042317?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1293206445390042317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=1293206445390042317&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/1293206445390042317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/1293206445390042317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/04/5-things-friday.html' title='5 things Friday'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-6288803392980471568</id><published>2010-04-07T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T15:04:41.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A room of her own</title><content type='html'>You might remember I mentioned that Big Brother and his girlfriend moved into a house a few weeks ago.  Well, they are still unpacking but Jan set up Sarah Catherine's nursery. So little Sarah has here own room finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S70Ar2rphSI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/cKVcT0c9OyY/s1600/sarah3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S70Ar2rphSI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/cKVcT0c9OyY/s400/sarah3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457519076855874850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S70An1HHJZI/AAAAAAAAA_I/6Qbphj_z9_8/s1600/sarah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S70An1HHJZI/AAAAAAAAA_I/6Qbphj_z9_8/s400/sarah2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457519007714715026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally what's a baby update without.................A BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S70BQLnnlnI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/3XeC4we3oRM/s1600/Sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S70BQLnnlnI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/3XeC4we3oRM/s400/Sarah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457519700951406194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah in her boppy (or the lobster claw) as i call it.&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/1152025992100254548-6288803392980471568?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6288803392980471568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=6288803392980471568&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/6288803392980471568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/6288803392980471568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/04/room-of-her-own.html' title='A room of her own'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S70Ar2rphSI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/cKVcT0c9OyY/s72-c/sarah3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-3639351331672042236</id><published>2010-04-06T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T12:57:45.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Beaver</title><content type='html'>Sunday started my 10 straight work week....and then some. I know. there are only 7 days to a week so tack on the last 3 for good behavior.....or i guess since it's 10 days with no breaks BAD BEHAVIOR. I must have done something HORRIBLE to receive this honor. NOPE. My co-worker is on VACATION. and I'm here working. My. Butt. off......Now that would be a nice side effect if it actually happen. My 10 stretch, 10 day sentence, 10 days of pure hell......whatever you prefer, started Sunday. Yup Easter Sunday. I spent 5 1/2 glorious hours hanging out here at work....waiting for the dead to roll in. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.....back track. Last week I was sick. SICK. The call in sick, because You can barely speak.....kind of SICK.  My throat was killing me all week. By Wednesday even my boss noticed and thought I should go home. When i woke up Thursday morning, i could hardly talk. I laid on the couch, watched movies, took TONS of cold pills, and slept. Same thing Friday. by Saturday my throat no longer hurt but I'm still sick today and it's TUESDAY.  So my two days off prior to starting this work sentence....were anything but fun and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to now! It's day 3 of my 10. 7 more days to go. I don't know if i can make it. Here's the break down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday 4/4 worked 5.5 hours&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monday-Friday 4/5-4/9 10am- 830pm everyday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday 9am-12 noon (training) 2-7:30 work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday 4/11 5.5 hours&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monday 9:30-8:30&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuesday 7-3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OFF WEDNESDAY 4/14 (for my birthday), Thursday, Friday, Saturday AND Sunday.I had to take off these days other wise I would have worked through Friday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Only 7 more days to go...............................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-3639351331672042236?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3639351331672042236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=3639351331672042236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/3639351331672042236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/3639351331672042236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/04/busy-beaver.html' title='Busy Beaver'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-2408978067894428177</id><published>2010-03-30T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T11:29:13.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Know what I know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S7I6NHWSLKI/AAAAAAAAA_A/cBRlpQzcau8/s1600/face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S7I6NHWSLKI/AAAAAAAAA_A/cBRlpQzcau8/s400/face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454486095684316322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....................my birthday is coming up. It's right up there----------&gt; around the corner, second Wednesday in April. April 14th to be exact. Yup. Not to far off. I wont be 27 much longer. I'm moving up and on to 28. Might not seem old you. Or maybe it does. But it's by far the OLDEST I've ever been in my life so far. So it feels........not old.....it just feels like I'm not sure where the last 5 or so years have gone. Seems like i just turned 23 a few weeks ago and then suddenly.............28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday's always make me think about life, go figure right. I think about where I THOUGHT I would be by now, what I THOUGHT I would have, want, need. I think about how I THOUGHT my life was going to play out. So far all I've realized is...................I shouldn't think, I'm not very good at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-2408978067894428177?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2408978067894428177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=2408978067894428177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/2408978067894428177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/2408978067894428177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/03/know-what-i-know.html' title='Know what I know?'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S7I6NHWSLKI/AAAAAAAAA_A/cBRlpQzcau8/s72-c/face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-7806353227934719445</id><published>2010-03-29T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T14:05:00.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing like a little therapy...retail therapy that is.</title><content type='html'>After the last couple of weeks I really needed to cut lose and do something for ME. NUMERAL UNO. I tend to not spend much money on myself.&lt;br /&gt;For a few reasons~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I NEVER have money to spend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I do i would rather buy something for Sarah, Kanyon, Logan, Taylor, SOMEBODY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I tend to feel guilty when i spend money on myself...and I'm not even a parent. I hear a lot of parents say that, but I'm not a parent, why do i feel guilty???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When i do spend money on myself, it's not really ON MYSELF ie. Groceries, electric, car payments, rent. You get the picture&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Well this week I have some money. INCOME TAX MONEY. And yes i know i should save it and tuck it away for a rainy day...because in my world it rains...A LOT. But i figured I could spend some on myself for a change. I really needed some new clothes....let's just say someone sneaks into my apartment all the time and shrink a lot of my clothes. Someone name pizza and potato chips. Jerks. So I went out for a little retail therapy. And boy did it feel GREAT.  I'm still looking for a spring coat, who would have thought a place called Burlington COAT factory, wouldn't have any coats. Interesting marketing strategy there my friends. But i did get a few new shirts (9 to be exact), a pair of shorts, jeans, work pants, head bands, nail polish, earrings, bracelets, and that purse from the other week. all for around $200. I love retail therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S7EVVqUrYaI/AAAAAAAAA-w/KPsII6iwtMw/s1600/clothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S7EVVqUrYaI/AAAAAAAAA-w/KPsII6iwtMw/s400/clothes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454164085604835746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cool clothes. I was TRYING for more color??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my cool new purse. FYI~ the bed spread the clothes are on is new also. Bought that a few weeks ago on sale at Target for $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S7EVt5ESjLI/AAAAAAAAA-4/4vjsCSc7aWg/s1600/purse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S7EVt5ESjLI/AAAAAAAAA-4/4vjsCSc7aWg/s400/purse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454164501879491762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-7806353227934719445?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7806353227934719445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=7806353227934719445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/7806353227934719445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/7806353227934719445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/03/nothing-like-little-therapyretail.html' title='Nothing like a little therapy...retail therapy that is.'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S7EVVqUrYaI/AAAAAAAAA-w/KPsII6iwtMw/s72-c/clothes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-4019027286792955245</id><published>2010-03-28T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T16:52:43.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD NEWS</title><content type='html'>Just a little update on baby Leah (&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" href="http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/03/thinking-good-thoughtssomething-new-for.html"&gt;my cousins little girl&lt;/a&gt;). They took the breathing tube out and she's breathing on her own. Her heart is beating good and strong and she's hanging in there. They've been trying to fed her breast milk through the umbilical cord, some stays down, some doesn't. Typical baby. I had hoped to see her Friday but they discharged her mother at 11 a.m. Friday and i couldn't get in before that to see her. So now I must have either Niki or David with me to be able to see her. David, his mom, my mom and myself are planning a trip in this week. Niki and David will be going in after school (unbelievable) to see her. So far things seem to be as good as you could hope for. I'll keep you updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-4019027286792955245?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4019027286792955245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=4019027286792955245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/4019027286792955245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/4019027286792955245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-news.html' title='GOOD NEWS'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-2874230095577765425</id><published>2010-03-25T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T05:30:09.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Had they asked me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Prompts: &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/2010/03/writers-workshop-i-wanna-be-made/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+MamasLosinIt+%28Mama%27s+Losin%27+It%29"&gt;From Mama Kat. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1.) Ask someone who loves you what one of  your weaknesses is.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2.) “I need all the help I can get and if repeating something healthy and inspiring to myself several times a day helps, then I’m going to do it!” -What affirmation makes you feel better? WELL THINK OF ONE.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3.) I Wanna Be MADE! You remember the MTV series where nerdy high school kids are made to be popular and what not? If you could be MADE into anything…what you be made into?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4.) I’m reading a book about dogs and kids…it says you may need to compromise some of your dog standards when choosing a dog that will fit every family member’s needs. I think that’s like marriage. What did you compromise when you married?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5.) Why didn’t they ask you? Write a list of 5 or 10 sentences that begin with the words ‘No one ever asked me’; then, write about one of them in detail, or use them all in a poem, or use several in a personal description of yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;No one ever asked me if it was ok to put Fringe on the same time as Gray's Anatomy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No one ever asked me if it was ok to close Dairy Queen in the winter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No one ever asked me to host an awards show.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no one ever asked me if it was ok to call in sick.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No one ever asked me if i wanted more work to do at WORK.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I love Fringe and Gray's Anatomy so when the networks decided to move Fringe to the same time slot as G.A. I was not to thrilled. I hate when they do that. Shake up my life like that. I'm a creature of habit, i don't like change. who likes Change....aside form Obama.  Just kidding. But really. I hate when they do that. However, I'm cheap. to cheap to pay for cable so the decision was basically made for me that way. I don't get Gray's Anatomy. I get FOX. So I watch Fringe. I love that show. I never got into X-files when that was on but i think this has a bit of an x-files feel to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I would be a fun host for the next Grammy or Oscars. Put my name on the list already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-2874230095577765425?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2874230095577765425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=2874230095577765425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/2874230095577765425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/2874230095577765425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/03/had-they-asked-me.html' title='Had they asked me!'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-7212571473693846295</id><published>2010-03-24T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T05:04:31.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking good thoughts......something new for me</title><content type='html'>I wont lie. I wasn't thrilled when i found out my 17 year old cousin had....for lack of a better word, knocked up his girlfriend. He's never been.....well grown up, i mean he's 17. Can't get through a day at school without pissing off a teacher, wont get a job, thinks he should be able to do whatever he wants on his parents dime....etc. You know he's kind of a little jerk kid, who acts grown up but is so FAR from being grown up it's laughable. so i was not impressed, excited, thrilled, or any other adjective for happy. I was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PISSED&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PISSED!&lt;/span&gt; He had dropped out of school....because he just didn't like it. He figured in this horrible economy when qualified people can't find jobs his 10th grade education would land him something BIG. I was not &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IMPRESSED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he knocked her up because apparently safe sex is for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOSERS&lt;/span&gt;. I know people who have had babies young and who with a little help pull there acts together and do great. I know people whoever had children young (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;his parents for example&lt;/span&gt;) and struggle for the rest of their lives. I didn't want that for him. his brother choose this same path. Knocked up his girlfriend while he was still in high school, she had&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; TWINS&lt;/span&gt;, they struggle to make it&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; EVERYDAY&lt;/span&gt; and she's pregnant&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;. and the twins are only 2. I was also not impressed with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kids have the "Oh babies are fun" mind set. I wish they had the "oh babies are people, small people who depend on me to take care of them and teach them and love them, and I'm incapable of taking care of myself". But they don't.  I think the one thing that concerns me the most is the fact that these two boys have twin sisters who are 8. who think this is perfectly normal. And I'm afraid that they will be in the same position in a few years. And i really worry that their parents.....don't so much care. I know they care, but i don't think they'll do much to prevent it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But babies have a way of warming your heart. So I've come around, they know they have my support and I'm here for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry that was totally off the path i was heading for. My cousins girlfriend is 16. Her blood pressure went through the roof and they had to take her into the hospital. I commented last week at lunch to his mom that nicki didn't look like she was getting any bigger. at 6.5 months you should be bigger, she thought the same thing. Nicki had to be admitted to the hospital Sunday night because of her blood pressure. Monday they transported her to a larger hospital in the area where she and the baby both went into distress. They took the baby to save them both.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Leah Rebecca Barton was born roughly 12 weeks early Monday March 22, 2010 weighting 1 lb. 11 oz. at 9.5 inches long&lt;/span&gt;. The doctors said her lungs aren't developed and from her appearance it looks like she hasn't grown in the last 4 weeks and her brain isn't where it should be development wise. Now two kids who don't even have their drivers license are forced to deal with what I can only assume is every parents worst nightmare because they thought they were grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you have a minute send some love and happy thoughts this way for little Leah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S6n-2Oyez8I/AAAAAAAAA-I/uviqPWWOpIc/s1600/downsize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S6n-2Oyez8I/AAAAAAAAA-I/uviqPWWOpIc/s400/downsize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452169031544917954" 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/1152025992100254548-7212571473693846295?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7212571473693846295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=7212571473693846295&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/7212571473693846295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/7212571473693846295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/03/thinking-good-thoughtssomething-new-for.html' title='Thinking good thoughts......something new for me'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S6n-2Oyez8I/AAAAAAAAA-I/uviqPWWOpIc/s72-c/downsize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-6333710824255032303</id><published>2010-03-23T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T08:36:33.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I highly dislike Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I'm exhausted. It's Tuesday. I'm always exhausted on Tuesday. I know.....&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"It's only Tuesday McMean, shape up you still have days ahead of you."&lt;/span&gt; I know. But I'm always exhausted on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule is.......dumb. I know i should use my words and express myself and my views better then that, but it's Tuesday. And I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EXHAUSTED&lt;/span&gt; on Tuesday. My schedule is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DUMB&lt;/span&gt;! I work Sunday 230-830, Monday 930-830, Tuesday-Thursday 7-230. DUMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being here until 830 Monday night and being BACK in here at 7 a.m. Tuesday is..........everyone together now &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXHAUSTING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I want to go out and enjoy the day, but I'm already dreaming about the nap I can take after work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of my day Tuesday, which never comes fast enough for me, I've already logged at least 24 hours of my (what should be) 37 hour work week. And that's on a good week. A week when I'm not staying late Sunday and Monday, a week where I'm not stuck here late Tuesday-Thursday.....those weeks don't happen often. And when I do have&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; OVERTIME&lt;/span&gt; on my time card I have to listen to people grumble about how it's not fair I get paid for overtime and everyone else needs to take comp time. My question when should I come in late or leave early, because they decided they didn't need to replace my back-up co-worker.  So If i come in late, I'm here late. If i leave early, I'm here late the next day. So honestly.......you can have the overtime pay, I'll gladly give it to you. Just shut up and do the work. And then maybe I wont be so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXHAUSTED &lt;/span&gt;on Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-6333710824255032303?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6333710824255032303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=6333710824255032303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/6333710824255032303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/6333710824255032303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-highly-dislike-tuesday.html' title='I highly dislike Tuesday'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-6569059171518630515</id><published>2010-03-21T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T14:41:29.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how i spent my DAY OFF?</title><content type='html'>I woke up Saturday to my phone ringing, this is what I heard when i picked it up (it was in a sing song voice), "It's moving day, it's moving day, today is the day I move, It's moving day, It's moving day, I'm excited! Are you excited? Because today's what day??? MOVING DAY!" It was my big brother. It was also 7:45 in the AM on my day off. And yes, It was moving day, and Yes I was already aware but thanks for the wonderful wake music BB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tricked/ volunteered to help him and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; move. See Friday i stopped over to see baby Sarah and Jan told me that they didn't have any help to move the next day. So it was going to be BB and her moving the whole house.................themselves. Oh yeah my 6 year old nephew was going to be there to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S6aRSF3CLtI/AAAAAAAAA94/tHa4unvCCB8/s1600-h/kanyon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S6aRSF3CLtI/AAAAAAAAA94/tHa4unvCCB8/s400/kanyon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451204138975243986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i said I'd help.......then BB told me he was picking the truck up at 8a.m. WHAT. So much for sleeping in on my day off. See &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; i was up early and at the laundry mat by 8 so i was looking forward to sleeping in on Saturday no such luck. My dad also said he would help but his back is bad so he pretty much just handled stacking the boxes in the truck. Not much carrying. My nephew pushed the boxes from the back of the 24 foot truck to the front so pappy could stack them. BB, Jan, and I moved the stuff. Lucky for us my brothers only dependable friend did show up at 130 when he got off work and he helped BB move the furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, the friend was unloading everything so fast, and we had just spent 4 hours loading it that we wanted to chill out and slow down before we all passed out, but he was just moving and moving and moving. I contemplated tripping him when he as walking down the ramp. But i didn't. I also forgot to take my camera so the only pictures i have are the few i took with my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally finished unloading everything around 630. and then promptly stuffed our faces with pizza and passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome home BB, Jan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kanyon&lt;/span&gt; and baby Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S6aRhQWtGvI/AAAAAAAAA-A/RZZRtTQhBhk/s1600-h/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S6aRhQWtGvI/AAAAAAAAA-A/RZZRtTQhBhk/s400/house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451204399490472690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FYI~ my body is VERY upset with me. It hurts ALL over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-6569059171518630515?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6569059171518630515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=6569059171518630515&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/6569059171518630515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/6569059171518630515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-i-spent-my-day-off.html' title='how i spent my DAY OFF?'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S6aRSF3CLtI/AAAAAAAAA94/tHa4unvCCB8/s72-c/kanyon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-3851577013125328146</id><published>2010-03-17T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T09:11:23.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't be mad when you wake up to these!</title><content type='html'>I've been in a pretty bad mood lately. But I couldn't be mad today when I woke up to some pretty funny text messages from my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ENJOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S6D9Chr9E1I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/Uaypi77SGmQ/s1600-h/03-16-10_1714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S6D9Chr9E1I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/Uaypi77SGmQ/s400/03-16-10_1714.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449633768962593618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"What r u lookin @ Aunt Amy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S6D9N0K8rfI/AAAAAAAAA9o/2G1yIOpWNQ0/s1600-h/imagejpeg_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S6D9N0K8rfI/AAAAAAAAA9o/2G1yIOpWNQ0/s400/imagejpeg_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449633962902990322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Come visit soon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S6D8-5ZG0nI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/6y2RLO6zjFg/s1600-h/03-17-10_0928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S6D8-5ZG0nI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/6y2RLO6zjFg/s400/03-17-10_0928.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449633706606514802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Where's my bottle of Guinness?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See just try to be mad now. It's IMPOSSIBLE, if you don't believe me take another look at Sarah with her sunglasses! HAHAHAHAHA that's great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being such good sports Sarah and Taylor, Aunt Amy LOVES YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-3851577013125328146?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3851577013125328146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=3851577013125328146&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/3851577013125328146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/3851577013125328146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/03/cant-be-mad-when-you-wake-up-to-these.html' title='Can&apos;t be mad when you wake up to these!'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S6D9Chr9E1I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/Uaypi77SGmQ/s72-c/03-16-10_1714.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-5208880967571244920</id><published>2010-03-15T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T13:18:30.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now what do I do............</title><content type='html'>I feel like I've hit a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; roadblock. Maybe an invisible wall or something. I can't see what's holding me back, but I can tell something just isn't right. I move to the left, it moves to the left. I move to the right, it moves to the right. I feel slightly like I'm trapped inside a box. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Shit I'm a mime!&lt;/span&gt; Oh man.  Nobody likes mimes. Mimes don't even like mimes. But I do lot good in black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the winter blues holding me down and stifling my desire to doing things, go places, blog, stay up past 7 p.m. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know&lt;/span&gt;.  I just don't feel like doing much of anything. I get home from work (at 230) and on go the PJ's and that's that. Unless I have something I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to do. Hey it does cut back on my laundry, just work clothes and PJ's. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm really living the life&lt;/span&gt;.  And it doesn't help that we had some &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt; weather followed by 4 days of rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Come on sunshine and happiness! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with a photo of my niece who is now a whole&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 8 weeks old&lt;/span&gt;. Her parents just became &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FIRST TIME HOMEOWNERS&lt;/span&gt; on Friday, good luck with that brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S56Vtuzgl7I/AAAAAAAAA9I/VgBszWRc82Y/s1600-h/Photo0156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S56Vtuzgl7I/AAAAAAAAA9I/VgBszWRc82Y/s400/Photo0156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448957212055607218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, she's 8 weeks in this photo...she's &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;TINY&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An itty bitty baby&lt;/span&gt;. 8 weeks old and slightly over 8lbs. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TINY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S55n0qICo9I/AAAAAAAAA9A/JsdhMrioeZo/s1600-h/sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-5208880967571244920?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5208880967571244920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=5208880967571244920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5208880967571244920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5208880967571244920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/03/now-what-do-i-do.html' title='Now what do I do............'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S56Vtuzgl7I/AAAAAAAAA9I/VgBszWRc82Y/s72-c/Photo0156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-7187233734055122990</id><published>2010-03-07T14:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T14:21:23.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What was I thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I didn't have much to do this weekend. Everyone seemed to be busy....everyone.......but me.  So i opted for a "Cousin sleepover".  I invited monster 1 and 2 over along with my nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this idea always sounds much better in my HEAD. I think these things up but as soon as it leaves my mouth my brain says..."uhm, this isn't going to be as much fun as you think". And my brain, the jerk that it is, is ALWAYS right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monster 1 and 2 were dropped off and then the 3 of us picked up Kanyon on the way to the movies. Yes not only was it a sleep over but also an OUTING. With me and 3 little kids.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the cheap theater to see the Tooth Fairy, with the ROCK. I guess if you're under the age of 9 it's pretty fun. I just thought it was stupid. But whatever, i didn't go into it with high expectations of cinema magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 movie tickets, 3 bogs of popcorn and 3 small sodas all for $20. not bad plus it was free refills on the soda. And boy did we refill those sodas.........the previews weren't even over yet and all 3 had finished off their sodas, AFTER i told them I'm not getting up to get you more so drink slow. They listen so well.  After the movie we went back to my apartment and played trouble. I hate that game. I'm not good at losing, especially to CHILDREN. But i fought the urge to throw the board across the room a few times. I fed them a healthy dinner of pizza bagel bits and ice cream, and listened to them FIGHT the whole way through a game of Chutes and Ladders. Said a few things you SHOULDN'T have to say like "stop hitting her with your pants" "Please don't wipe ice cream in your hair", and today at Denny's i said "Don't pour the syrup into your hand" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure these sleepovers are a great form of birth control. I couldn't do this everyday....not yet, so I'll keep doing what i do and leave the kids to other people for now.&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/1152025992100254548-7187233734055122990?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7187233734055122990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=7187233734055122990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/7187233734055122990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/7187233734055122990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What was I thinking'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-6612154406935210670</id><published>2010-03-03T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T04:43:00.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The up side of snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So back earlier in February we had a BUNCH of snow. As did many of you. so we did what any good person does when it snows, aside from curse and yell at it, we PLAYED in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB Brought his son and girlfriend up and we played for about 2 hours, which felt like 6, in the knee deep snow. Talk about a work out trying to trudge up and down the hill at my parents place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S45XbAEM5HI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/4IL9PtW7tnw/s1600-h/kanyon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S45XbAEM5HI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/4IL9PtW7tnw/s400/kanyon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444385120923214962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The snow was deeper in someplace then my nephew is tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S45X0P5Or1I/AAAAAAAAA8g/DycN0dTiLsI/s1600-h/kanyon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S45X0P5Or1I/AAAAAAAAA8g/DycN0dTiLsI/s400/kanyon2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444385554668891986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I called this the turtle move. Once you got knocked down on your back with your head going down the hill and your feet up the hill, it was  VERY hard to get back up. But VERY funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S45X78tFdcI/AAAAAAAAA8w/G13DMB2Tdpo/s1600-h/george.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S45X78tFdcI/AAAAAAAAA8w/G13DMB2Tdpo/s400/george.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444385686956635586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's BB and his girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S45X4vo6aCI/AAAAAAAAA8o/nV1FRba5jWY/s1600-h/sleding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S45X4vo6aCI/AAAAAAAAA8o/nV1FRba5jWY/s400/sleding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444385631909865506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting ready for his run down the hill, didn't work so well. The snow was to deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S45X_DObCEI/AAAAAAAAA84/5MiIvLHFXkk/s1600-h/snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S45X_DObCEI/AAAAAAAAA84/5MiIvLHFXkk/s400/snowman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444385740246681666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And our disturbing snowman.&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/1152025992100254548-6612154406935210670?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6612154406935210670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=6612154406935210670&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/6612154406935210670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/6612154406935210670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/03/up-side-of-snow.html' title='The up side of snow'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S45XbAEM5HI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/4IL9PtW7tnw/s72-c/kanyon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-5545930388578131642</id><published>2010-02-28T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T08:41:32.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need some advice..................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I'm sure you all remember my date that didn't happen and how i was really bummed....to say the least. Well......I heard from Mr. No Show, and I'm leaning toward giving him a second chance. I know I know, but here's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says he was in the hospital. Says he went in Wednesday with a pulmonary embolism in his lungs. He said he was fine Wednesday morning but as the day went on he started to feel really bad, he said he thought maybe he was having a stroke, which reminded me of our conversation on Tuesday where he stated he thought his heart was going to jump out of his chest it was pounding so fast. I said it was because he was chatting with me, I have that effect on boys, he thought it was perhaps the dozen cups of coffee he had. Anywho. Maybe it was a sign of things to come on Wednesday. He said he spent almost a week in the hospital hocked up to machines and feeling every out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He text me Friday after he was out of the hospital, apologized a number of times and said how bad he felt, and again how sorry he was. Apparently he's on lots of pills, antibiotics and has to use an inhaler. He's worn out and exhausted and was sorry he couldn't reach me sooner. He goes back to the doctor this week and is hoping to make it home soon, as he's staying at his moms house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure he MUST be telling the truth because, WOW that would be SOME lie. My thought, if he didn't want to go out with me he was in the clear. No need to contact me again right? So what do you think guys, should i believe him? And give it another shot? I think I'm going to because as i said the first time around, I really thought he was genuine and honestly wanted to go out on a date with me and get to know me. We are back to talking everyday and it just seems like an awful lot of effort if he didn't really want to meet me. So what do you think guys??&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/1152025992100254548-5545930388578131642?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5545930388578131642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=5545930388578131642&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5545930388578131642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5545930388578131642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-need-some-advice.html' title='I need some advice..................'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-592854477386235607</id><published>2010-02-28T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T15:17:07.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash Backs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so they said it was going to snow again. ON NO. So of course everyone went and bought eggs, milk, and bread, apparently snow brings out a mad craving for french toast, and buckled down for the SNOW. It barely covered the ground. As many of you know, aside from my friends in the warmer weather, we did get hit rather hard a few weeks ago and I finally have a few pictures to share from my weekend TRAPPED in my house with....MYSELF! And just let me tell you, myself......is kind of a snob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S4r4plkA-uI/AAAAAAAAA8I/4WMw4vP5Fa0/s1600-h/snow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S4r4plkA-uI/AAAAAAAAA8I/4WMw4vP5Fa0/s400/snow2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443436492972161762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was from the first snow i had to shovel to my car, that thing with the snow drift almost as high as it. I spent 3 hours shoveling. and I HATED every HOUR of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S4r4ez1TjwI/AAAAAAAAA8A/AfJIcFInjF0/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S4r4ez1TjwI/AAAAAAAAA8A/AfJIcFInjF0/s400/snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443436307824217858" border="0" /&gt;I took this later that night, you cna see how the snow is filling in my hard fought trails!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S4r4sX1UnJI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ioJj3XI2HnM/s1600-h/snow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S4r4sX1UnJI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ioJj3XI2HnM/s400/snow3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443436540826262674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And this is the snow from about a week later when we got hit with yet another bad storm. this was the day I was stuck at work for 7 hours with no power. Oh the joys!&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/1152025992100254548-592854477386235607?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/592854477386235607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=592854477386235607&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/592854477386235607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/592854477386235607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/02/flash-backs.html' title='Flash Backs'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S4r4plkA-uI/AAAAAAAAA8I/4WMw4vP5Fa0/s72-c/snow2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-7190693553288949567</id><published>2010-02-25T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T09:49:32.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>top ten reasons I'm better off</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/2010/02/plastic-surgery/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+MamasLosinIt+%28Mama%27s+Losin%27+It%29"&gt;Mama Kat's&lt;/a&gt; weekly writing assingment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.) 10 Reasons why you’re better off without him….or her….or it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2.) Brea from &lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://tomikastreasuretrove.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tomika’s Treasure Trove&lt;/a&gt; wants your advice: Quick question. I am new to the blogging world, having clocked up less than 2 weeks worth of posts, and I have just had an ‘Anonymous’ commenter slam me for blogging about my daughter, mentioning her by name, posting photos and up-to-date stories about her. I have not mentioned anywhere in my blog where we live, Country OR State, or what school she goes to. I have also seen, on several other blogs, that other parents do the same thing as me. Some even mention where they live. I was wondering, as a fellow blogger who posts about your family, what are your thoughts on the subject?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3.) “What images inspire you immediately? Open a magazine and create a piece of writing (poem, story, essay) about the first image that captures your imagination.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4.) “Why do we watch them?  Make fun of soap operas with a piece of writing.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5.) Craft time! Do share.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll take option #1 please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. More time to devote to my soaps&lt;br /&gt;9. Don't have to play the "how much of this conversation is a lie" game anymore.&lt;br /&gt;8. Who likes the Ravens anyways&lt;br /&gt;7. No more stupid questions about who I was with last night.&lt;br /&gt;6. I sleep in late, since the 4 am texts stopped.&lt;br /&gt;5. I can finally start that girl band I've been dreaming about.&lt;br /&gt;4. I FINALLY threw out those horrible thigh highs. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't wonder what he's doing when he's not with me.&lt;br /&gt;2. Stopped being the sole supporter for Kleenex.&lt;br /&gt;1. Cry a TON less&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/1152025992100254548-7190693553288949567?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7190693553288949567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=7190693553288949567&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/7190693553288949567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/7190693553288949567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/02/top-ten-reasons-im-better-off.html' title='top ten reasons I&apos;m better off'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-4938695199622599520</id><published>2010-02-18T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T04:47:27.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH Man</title><content type='html'>So tomorrow is the big night. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;D-Night&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; DATE NIGHT!&lt;/span&gt; I keep telling myself, try not to act like a dumb girl. Try not to get all self conscious, don't change your outfit a hundred thousand times, because that will mess up your hair and make-up. Do i even&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; OWN&lt;/span&gt; make-up? Oh man is that a pimple??&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Great&lt;/span&gt;. Just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say I'm anxious for my date tomorrow night. I'm having lunch with my cousin tomorrow, will I'll ramble over what I'll wear, we might do some shopping because i need a pair of jeans that can hide my airplane hanger sized Ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan is he'll pick me up and we are going to a hibachi place for dinner. I love those places and it's a fun atmosphere so that should be cool. Then maybe bowling afterward, something other then a movie. That was his suggestion, no movies, because we can't talk at the movies. What if i don't have anything to talk about. Maybe i should make some note cards. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN! I'm sure my afternoon will look something like this&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S301j95ydTI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Y2W5vD_BAx8/s1600-h/cartoon_date_CoolClips_cart0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 334px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S301j95ydTI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Y2W5vD_BAx8/s400/cartoon_date_CoolClips_cart0098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439562816962065714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have NO idea what I'll wear as of now. And I've been thinking about it for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S3018aOUc7I/AAAAAAAAA7w/0r3NjsCO2Dk/s1600-h/cartoon_date_CoolClips_cart0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 362px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S3018aOUc7I/AAAAAAAAA7w/0r3NjsCO2Dk/s400/cartoon_date_CoolClips_cart0096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439563236881232818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my BFF was here, I'm not very good with the whole hair and make-up thing. So it will probably be straight( the hair) and a little mascara (the make-up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just hoping the night doesn't end like this. Oh Please don't let the night end like this. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH PLEASE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S302ZwaIQkI/AAAAAAAAA74/ozeXkEwZk5Y/s1600-h/datingnews04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S302ZwaIQkI/AAAAAAAAA74/ozeXkEwZk5Y/s400/datingnews04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439563741052551746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-4938695199622599520?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4938695199622599520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=4938695199622599520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/4938695199622599520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/4938695199622599520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-man.html' title='OH Man'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S301j95ydTI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Y2W5vD_BAx8/s72-c/cartoon_date_CoolClips_cart0098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-8133166669190854021</id><published>2010-02-17T05:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T05:28:40.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I must be on TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My life is like one endless running joke.......on ME. Just when i think things COULDN'T get any more...............MESSED up. they do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past 7 months I've talked two DIFFERENT guys. Both turned out to be HUGE A*holes.  But that's not the messed up part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've meant a new guy who SEEMS nice and I can't wait for our big DATE on Friday. Still not the messed up part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The messed up part is that A*hole one doesn't get the point that I really don't want to see him anymore. See he was less then HONEST about EVERYTHING he told me. Including the COMPLETELY SINGLE part. unless are you single means, "Beside the pregnant girlfriend who lives with you and who you've since MARRIED, are you seeing anyone else". So needless to say i don't want anything to do with him.  He doesn't want to let up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next messed up part, A*hole two, who i haven't seen or heard from in over a month texts me some VERY inappropriate stuff yesterday about certain parts of his body....if you get what I mean. GROSS.  When i told him I was SO not interested and did he really think that after not talking to me for a month I would just jump at the chance, his response was "I was busy". My response was "Leave me alone, your lame".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truly messed up part, it's like they know. Know that I'm going on a date with a guy who seems nice and they better try to mess that up for me. I'm starting to think the A*holes know each other and plan this shit out. The new guy and i haven't meant yet, face to face, but we've been talking for a few weeks. I meant him on Plenty of Fish, a dating site. We have a similar sense of humor and he's easy to talk to  so I'm excited. But not that excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm PEE my pants EXCITED! I'm night before Christmas excited. but I'm also VERY nervous, Bush was running for reelection the last time i went on a really date. I have no idea what to do, how to act..........this should be interesting. LOL&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/1152025992100254548-8133166669190854021?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8133166669190854021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=8133166669190854021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/8133166669190854021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/8133166669190854021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-must-be-on-tv.html' title='I must be on TV'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-803646000177614782</id><published>2010-02-15T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:10:53.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok so we were lucky enough to receive even MORE snow. Thank goodness because I was starting to be able to see the street again, and i hate when that happens. We had Blizzard like conditions on Wednesday. Most people stayed home, MOST being the important word there. I. However. Did/ Could not. so off to work i came. I didn't have any trouble, my little Vue sure can roll through the snow piles.  Once i got to work ( an hour late because i had to dig out) they told me we would be closing at NOON and could i have everything wrapped up by 1 p.m. Sure why not. I'll give it a go. At 10 am we lost power. which delayed finishing the paper. Apparently we can't leave without having everything done so Myself, and 4 other women from my department stuck it out till 5:15 p.m. when the lights FINALLY came back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say there really isn't much to do at work, in the dark, with no power. I voted for getting drunk, but that didn't go over well. When the lights finally came back on i finished up the obits and left at 8 p.m. to head to my parents house, where i was camping out. I couldn't get to my apartment because they hadn't done anything to the roads in the borough.  Needless to say I'm pretty much over the white fluffy stuff now. Although it seems to be coming for yet another visit this week. GREAT.  I'll tell you this, after about an hour all the emergency lights go out, and the heat is off and it starts to get a bit frigged in this place. And I thought Hell was hot? interesting.&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/1152025992100254548-803646000177614782?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/803646000177614782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=803646000177614782&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/803646000177614782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/803646000177614782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/02/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-5896027741437992725</id><published>2010-02-09T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T10:38:20.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>s-NO-w, s-NO-w, s-NO-w</title><content type='html'>So last weekend we (along with a few of you) were the lucky recipients of WAY TO MUCH SNOW. And word on the street is, we are in for more tonight and into tomorrow. SUPER. Now i haven't been able to upload pictures from last weekends snow. I've only have one i took with my cell phone but i think it'll get the point across.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S3GpqeUBXVI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/IpNeopqB0yk/s1600-h/stuff2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S3GpqeUBXVI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/IpNeopqB0yk/s400/stuff2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436312772369538386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you can almost see the trailed i shoveled down to my car, it's the first one next to the unfinished shed (that's a story for another day). Needless to say because of the drifts it was RIDICULOUS. I'm hoping my SUV can drive over whatever amount we get tonight. They are calling for 10-15 inches. I shouldn't have any trouble. but I couldn't drive over the stuff in the above picture......well let's just say i decided not to try to drive over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me I was a girl scout so was prepared for a weekend spent inside, ALONE, with no Internet or cable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S3GqbwGTyeI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/4BnWLWUnLCI/s1600-h/stuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S3GqbwGTyeI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/4BnWLWUnLCI/s400/stuff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436313618957453794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good times. Even Luckier for me, tomorrow i get to GET UP and COME to WORK. Regardless of the snow! OH BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI~ I don't like to talk about stuff that's going between me and members of the opposite sex. Feels like whenever i get excited about a guy and tell people about him. it BLOWS up in my face. BUT.........I'm horrible about keeping things like that to myself because I'm so excited about it. SO.......I've been talking to a nice gentleman who I'll be going on a date with (fingers crossed this doesn't jinx me) next week. And i just HAD to tell all of YOU!  Maybe this guy wont be a douchebag like the last 2. We can only hope right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-5896027741437992725?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5896027741437992725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=5896027741437992725&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5896027741437992725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/5896027741437992725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/02/s-no-w-s-no-w-s-no-w.html' title='s-NO-w, s-NO-w, s-NO-w'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S3GpqeUBXVI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/IpNeopqB0yk/s72-c/stuff2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-483825012358569263</id><published>2010-02-08T17:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:28:11.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In YOUR face LADY!</title><content type='html'>I deal with a lot of CRAP, not as much as my uncle who owns a septic service (now there's a ton of money in that job), but a lot of crap none the less.  And some days I can't believe I don't go through the phone and grab a hold of the person on the other end. My favorite is when a man calls and yells and belittles me, I just want to say "Wow sir do you feel better about yourself? Calling and trying to intimidate a girl" (i sound roughly 8 years-old on the phone).  Or the arrogant people who call and lay into me about how everything is my fault....and I'm not even the right person. Sure blame me for your wet newspaper, missing circular, world hungry and The break up of N*Sync. that's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today takes the cake. A women calls and starts yelling at me about an obit that ran 2 MONTHS ago that I didn't put the photo in for. First off we don't keep the hard copy of the emails for that long, so i can't verify that we every received a photo to run with this obit. When i question her about whether of not the funeral home sent the photo she said and i quote "I can guarantee the photo was sent because they sent it to all the other photos so I know it was sent to you and you dropped the ball. How hard is it to do your job correctly." It's at that point I have a lot of trouble keeping my cool. It played out something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me~ Mame I'm very sorry but I don't have the information form that far back so I can't confirm if we ever even received the photo. Are you sure they sent a photo, because we keep all the photos on file and there isn't a photo for her for the day the obit ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch lady~ I know they sent a photo. You didn't put it in and it cost so much to run the obit in your paper and you couldn't even get it right. I can guarantee you the photo was sent, everyone else got it right but YOU just couldn't do your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me~ Mame had you notified us when the obit ran we could have corrected it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch lady~ It had already run, you couldn't have fixed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me~ Mame we would have run the obit the next with the photo at no charge.&lt;br /&gt;Bitch lady~ Well i was to busy to worry with it then, this is the first time I've had time to call and complain (in 2 months this is the first few second you've had!). If you would have done your job from the beginning and run the photo they sent you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me~ (i cut in) Well Mame we faxed or emailed a proof copy for the funeral home to view prior to print so I'm not sure why they didn't call when they saw the photo was missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch lady~ Oh....I was unaware that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me~ (I cut her off again) Yes Mame you are unaware so maybe you shouldn't be yelling at me and making accusations if you aren't sure what your talking about.  I'll take your name and number and you can talk to my boss, because the obit was billed through the funeral home so we can't refund you any money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she talked to my boss and yelled at her. Afterward my boss and i were discussing it when the women called back. She called the funeral home to tell them how WE were blaming them and the funeral director told her "you never told me to send the photo to that paper, so it was never sent" BINGO! NOW what bitch. I was surprised she actually APOLOGISED. I told my boss that made my day, her being proven wrong and calling to eat crow. MADE MY DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-483825012358569263?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/483825012358569263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=483825012358569263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/483825012358569263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/483825012358569263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-your-face-lady.html' title='In YOUR face LADY!'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-1806526276305842125</id><published>2010-02-07T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T12:04:30.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotties!!!</title><content type='html'>I might have mentioned it vaguely the pother week that we were having a "ladies lunch" with my cousins and aunts. Now it's important to mention these are not ALL of my Aunts or female cousins. WE have a whole slew of them that couldn't make it, or choose not to come....whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S28bibP7aiI/AAAAAAAAA64/uQ1R9fgMR3M/s1600-h/ladies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S28bibP7aiI/AAAAAAAAA64/uQ1R9fgMR3M/s400/ladies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435593553503545890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But WE had a birthday lunch, which appears we will be doing a few more times till we get everyone in, last Saturday at Logan's. It was fun......all 3 hours of it. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us haven't gotten together in a LONG time. My dad is one of 8 and after a falling out a few years ago over my grandmothers care, we stopped having all the big family parties. So us ladies are slowly working towards getting those up and running again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S28cD3arZXI/AAAAAAAAA7A/dqY5pKS9wI8/s1600-h/cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S28cD3arZXI/AAAAAAAAA7A/dqY5pKS9wI8/s400/cousins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435594128000509298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this picture is Me, Melissa( in the green), Tammy and Bonnie. Melissa and i go to lunch as often as we can, and her twin girls stay with me pretty often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S28ci60vZaI/AAAAAAAAA7I/z4I_F7bQjS4/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S28ci60vZaI/AAAAAAAAA7I/z4I_F7bQjS4/s400/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435594661491074466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And lastly, who's family doesn't make them want to drink, and drink, and drink and drink, sometimes. CHEERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-1806526276305842125?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1806526276305842125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=1806526276305842125&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/1806526276305842125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/1806526276305842125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/02/hotties.html' title='Hotties!!!'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S28bibP7aiI/AAAAAAAAA64/uQ1R9fgMR3M/s72-c/ladies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-3232207099403260103</id><published>2010-02-02T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T04:31:55.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To whoever locked the copier door:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thanks.&lt;/span&gt; Now I'm just sitting here, forced to blog because &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU &lt;/span&gt;locked me out of the Copier room and I can't make copies of.........stuff I should have copied last night while the room was still unlocked. So yeah &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKS&lt;/span&gt; for pointing out that I didn't finish all my work last night. You couldn't just let me slip in here at 7 a.m. make my copies and have everything done and ready to go before everyone else gets here at 8 a.m. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO.&lt;/span&gt; I see how you are. Guess I could have come in later today, seeing as how I'm not doing anything anyway. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKS.&lt;/span&gt; I could be in bed right now! Enjoying the comfort of my bed (worst bed ever) and wrapped up in my soft blanket all warm and toasty. So yeah &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKS&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks for proving to me why I should have made those darn copies last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thought was I've been here since 10a.m. it's now 8pm and I just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; want to go home, I can make my copies in the morning, set up the page dummies and still have time to burn..........&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You showed me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Go You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Up the creek&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/1152025992100254548-3232207099403260103?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3232207099403260103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=3232207099403260103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/3232207099403260103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/3232207099403260103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/02/jokes-on-me.html' title='Jokes on me'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-4412685678424734483</id><published>2010-02-01T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:48:40.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught me!</title><content type='html'>I don't know who posted this picture of me on the Internet. but I found it today!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S2dZHQvVqnI/AAAAAAAAA6w/9wdNK3ZqRNU/s1600-h/Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 382px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S2dZHQvVqnI/AAAAAAAAA6w/9wdNK3ZqRNU/s400/Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433409456733268594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I mean really guys, come on. that isn't very nice. What I do on the weekends is my business. Even if it does involve laying on the couch for hours at a time watching TV or playing video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did stuff. I went to preggers on Friday and played with Logan for a longtime. Where are those pictures??? Huh? The one of me letting him fall face first into my shoe would have been great to post......but NO! You pick the huge potato photo. THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the photo of me at lunch on Saturday downing two 22oz draft beers. Where's that photo. Hey if you had to attend lunch with my aunts and cousins you would need an IV of alcohol also. Trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-4412685678424734483?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4412685678424734483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=4412685678424734483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/4412685678424734483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/4412685678424734483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/02/caught-me.html' title='Caught me!'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S2dZHQvVqnI/AAAAAAAAA6w/9wdNK3ZqRNU/s72-c/Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152025992100254548.post-4222080368329520862</id><published>2010-01-27T10:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T10:06:08.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, that's that.</title><content type='html'>It's official. It's been confirmed. I've had my suspicions for sometime now. What with the hunting, fishing, four wheelers, bare feet......I just didn't know for sure until today. Thanks Jeano for the calendar that confirms YOUR worst fear about me (no I'm not a Democrat LOL)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S2CAcU2iE1I/AAAAAAAAA6o/_CpCCFUWAOA/s1600-h/Photo0156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S2CAcU2iE1I/AAAAAAAAA6o/_CpCCFUWAOA/s400/Photo0156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431482374730945362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am what I am :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152025992100254548-4222080368329520862?l=insidethemcmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4222080368329520862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1152025992100254548&amp;postID=4222080368329520862&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/4222080368329520862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152025992100254548/posts/default/4222080368329520862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidethemcmind.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-thats-that.html' title='Well, that&apos;s that.'/><author><name>Amy McMean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020147028703666774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/SPJG-U3wqTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Udco3aEnaA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueMJFB3EFeQ/S2CAcU2iE1I/AAAAAAAAA6o/_CpCCFUWAOA/s72-c/Photo0156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
