<?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-5887464973372767280</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:49:48.106-06:00</updated><category term='Wendy&apos;s'/><category term='paranoi'/><category term='second set of twins'/><category term='pregnant'/><category term='ultrasound'/><category term='singleton after twins'/><category term='7 weeks 2 days'/><category term='twins'/><category term='bike ralley'/><category term='bikers'/><category term='weinie bite'/><category term='7 week hearbeat'/><category term='bitching'/><category term='vaginal ultrasound'/><category term='pregnancy cravings'/><category term='biker'/><category term='early ultrasound'/><category term='unhappy marriage'/><category term='twin girls'/><category term='FLH'/><category term='motorcycle memorial'/><category term='VBAC'/><category term='jumperoo'/><category term='7 weeks'/><category term='MRM'/><category term='biker lady'/><category term='guns'/><category term='biker chick'/><category term='pregnancy ticker'/><title type='text'>Brilliance is often mistaken for Insanity....and Insanity is often mistaken for Brilliance</title><subtitle type='html'>My lil place to vent and bitch...I'm the mother of twin daughters, I'm a wife, I'm a bartender, I'm a biker...
Some days I just need to get all this out............and now I'm pregnant!!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsfrick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887464973372767280/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsfrick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stashi Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600363367689840616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKP-iCrR1UA/SdzTStmam5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/-lXXa80-x6U/S220/Pic219.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887464973372767280.post-8144062107984804789</id><published>2009-06-10T22:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:57:05.249-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vaginal ultrasound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7 week hearbeat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7 weeks 2 days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7 weeks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VBAC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ultrasound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singleton after twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early ultrasound'/><title type='text'>Had our ultrasound today!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKP-iCrR1UA/SjB1_1wB2wI/AAAAAAAAABw/k9jRUzPI1cg/s1600-h/1st+us+7wks+2days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKP-iCrR1UA/SjB1_1wB2wI/AAAAAAAAABw/k9jRUzPI1cg/s400/1st+us+7wks+2days.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345902497309514498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Fricklet #3 at approximately &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 weeks and 2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;days &lt;/span&gt;gestation...the ultrasound tech says that I am due Jan 25th 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that they're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;...bc if I am really due Jan 25th...then I got my positive preg test a few days before the baby should've even implanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is officially just 1 baby!!&lt;/span&gt;  The heartbeat was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;158&lt;/span&gt; and I could see it just thumping away...it's such an amazing thing to see!  I never had an early ultrasound with the girls so this was all new to me!  My husband (Jeremy) and I were both crying watching the screen.  I am sooo happy!!  The ultrasound tech said that everything looked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERFECT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was kinda down by the fact that there's just one baby, but the more that I think about it, the more I'm liking the idea of one baby.  Less worries during the pregnancy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(hopefully&lt;/span&gt;).  More of a change for my VBAC! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Which my dr's seem to be completely with me on!!)&lt;/span&gt;  I bet breastfeeding will be soo much easier!  I just cannot fathom how easy this is going to be with just one baby!!  Just one diaper to change, one baby to get up for feedings, one child crying, one child to chase, one high chair, one jumperoo, one crib (ok, we never used two cribs but still!), one child to feed, clothe, all that good stuff.  I love my twins &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(beyond belief)&lt;/span&gt; and would not be upset at all if we had another set, but I think I like this idea of not having a litter this time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's been boggling my mind since the ultrasound is the fact that I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; sick and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nauseous &lt;/span&gt;with this baby!!  I was never sick with the girls!  They say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and I've read)&lt;/span&gt; that twins and girls will cause the most morning sickness too!!  Go figure!!&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today, I have heartburn and a gully washer is hitting here hard, high winds, tons of thunder &amp;amp; lightening, I need to shut down the laptop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887464973372767280-8144062107984804789?l=mrsfrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsfrick.blogspot.com/feeds/8144062107984804789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887464973372767280&amp;postID=8144062107984804789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887464973372767280/posts/default/8144062107984804789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887464973372767280/posts/default/8144062107984804789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsfrick.blogspot.com/2009/06/had-our-ultrasound-today.html' title='Had our ultrasound today!!!'/><author><name>Stashi Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600363367689840616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKP-iCrR1UA/SdzTStmam5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/-lXXa80-x6U/S220/Pic219.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKP-iCrR1UA/SjB1_1wB2wI/AAAAAAAAABw/k9jRUzPI1cg/s72-c/1st+us+7wks+2days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887464973372767280.post-7194922236221484058</id><published>2009-06-09T10:18:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:35:46.056-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wendy&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biker lady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy cravings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ultrasound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weinie bite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biker chick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy ticker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motorcycle memorial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FLH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second set of twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MRM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike ralley'/><title type='text'>A new Lil Bean for the Frick's!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKP-iCrR1UA/Si5-OEQneBI/AAAAAAAAABE/vhJKaqO-vP4/s1600-h/100_3012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKP-iCrR1UA/Si5-OEQneBI/AAAAAAAAABE/vhJKaqO-vP4/s400/100_3012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345348587862063122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, we are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; having another baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first OB apt on my Bday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Weds June 3)&lt;/span&gt;, all went well and I have a dating/checking for twins again ultrasound on Weds June 10th &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(TOMORROW!~!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to keep up better on you, dear blog, even though I don't have any followers, I would like to keep up and try to blog every other day or so.  I'm horrible about remembering anything though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend we had our annual MRM event!  That's why I posted the pic of me and Jer&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (on Sweetin's bike though, I wanted one w/ a bitch bar just in case since I'm pregnant)&lt;/span&gt;.  All went well, MRM raised a buttload of $$ which is ROCKING!!!  I'm so glad that we're finally getting it all together, getting the actual memorial up and what not.  Check out the site! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; http://www.mrmofil.org &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think of it, I do believe that it's the first event I've been to that I didn't see someone get wasted and drop their bike!!  But then again, I did leave around dark, they had plenty of time to do it after I left. Ha!  I wanted to ride my bike &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; bad!!  But I know I shouldn't, my ol Rat Bike shakes and vibrates and the damn throttle sticks, it's not worth risking the baby over.  I sure cain't wait till next spring though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to my new pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.pregnology.com/pregnancy/01/21/2010"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="450" height="185" src="'http://www.pregnology.com/preggoticker2/CCFF00/000099/Fricklet/01/21/2010.png'" alt="'Pregnancy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:9pt;color:#444444" target="_blank" href="http://www.pregnology.com"&gt;Make a pregnancy ticker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my ticker, I'll find out tomorrow if it's close to being accurate or not.  I am so excited to get my ultrasound!  I never had an ultrasound early on with the girls, so this is going to be different for me.  Jer's going with me and I'm hoping to get to eat Wendy's again! :)  I do believe that I am done for the day....the second I typed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wendy's"&lt;/span&gt; my stomache started yelling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEED ME FEED ME FEED ME FEED ME!!&lt;/span&gt;  This baby is cotton pickin picky on what he/she will let me eat!  I wasn't sick at ALL with the girls but this one...hooo-eee, I sure am with this one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887464973372767280-7194922236221484058?l=mrsfrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsfrick.blogspot.com/feeds/7194922236221484058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887464973372767280&amp;postID=7194922236221484058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887464973372767280/posts/default/7194922236221484058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887464973372767280/posts/default/7194922236221484058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsfrick.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-lil-bean-for-fricks.html' title='A new Lil Bean for the Frick&apos;s!!'/><author><name>Stashi Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600363367689840616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKP-iCrR1UA/SdzTStmam5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/-lXXa80-x6U/S220/Pic219.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKP-iCrR1UA/Si5-OEQneBI/AAAAAAAAABE/vhJKaqO-vP4/s72-c/100_3012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887464973372767280.post-7579005040565279291</id><published>2009-04-08T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:05:00.704-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unhappy marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>A few years...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, it's obviously been a rather lllooonnnngggggg time since I've been on here...I would apologize for being gone but I know no one reads this so no one cares....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The girls are 2 and 1/2 already :(  They're growing entirely too fast...We're working on potty training and boy lemme tell ya, that's a flipping &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BLAST&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're rather well behaved kids actually, I'm very very lucky but I've always known that! :)  I tend to get a lot of compliments when I'm out with them about how well behaved they are.  Makes me sooo proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot more to say, and I would love to bitch about my husband for a few minutes but I know that I need to fix the kids something to eat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a horrible day.  I'm tired.  I feel like deep fried donkey shit.  I'm hungry.  My nerves are on edge already.  I should be happy and all that, today I'm off work and so is my husband....but nope, I'm not happy in SOOO many ways I am definitely NOT happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887464973372767280-7579005040565279291?l=mrsfrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsfrick.blogspot.com/feeds/7579005040565279291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887464973372767280&amp;postID=7579005040565279291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887464973372767280/posts/default/7579005040565279291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887464973372767280/posts/default/7579005040565279291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsfrick.blogspot.com/2009/04/few-years.html' title='A few years...'/><author><name>Stashi Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600363367689840616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKP-iCrR1UA/SdzTStmam5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/-lXXa80-x6U/S220/Pic219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887464973372767280.post-7159892377571918088</id><published>2007-01-24T16:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T22:36:18.192-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My husband is a crack head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok we were in the bathroom smoking and he picks up the instructions thingy for my tampons and starts reading! lmao  What a dork!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;He was picking on my earlier and I told him that when he gets home from work in the morning and passes out he's going to wake up w/ something strange insterted into his rectum. heeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So I picked up this tube of bath confetti that one of the mommas got me for christmas and told him thats what he was going to get. Lmao...so then we go off on this whole tangent about farting confetti and a SURPRISE party.  That would be one hell of a surprise eh?  We're crack heads, I swear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887464973372767280-7159892377571918088?l=mrsfrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsfrick.blogspot.com/feeds/7159892377571918088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887464973372767280&amp;postID=7159892377571918088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887464973372767280/posts/default/7159892377571918088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887464973372767280/posts/default/7159892377571918088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsfrick.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-husband-is-crack-head.html' title='My husband is a crack head'/><author><name>Stashi Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600363367689840616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKP-iCrR1UA/SdzTStmam5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/-lXXa80-x6U/S220/Pic219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887464973372767280.post-847996049273728927</id><published>2007-01-24T04:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T04:23:56.825-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jumperoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranoi'/><title type='text'>Paranoia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKP-iCrR1UA/Rbcyp3NOFNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jINBNDgsZ5k/s1600-h/kirajumpin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKP-iCrR1UA/Rbcyp3NOFNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jINBNDgsZ5k/s320/kirajumpin2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023539604130501842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Akira was jumping and having a ball in her jumperoo earlier tonight and I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She hasnt really seemed to like her jumperoo much yet but tonight she was just jumping up a storm!  I really wish I could capture the look on her face when she's jumping bc it is just soo darn adorable!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She gets all into it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  But, alas, it blurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Paranoia Paranoia everyones out to get me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I think I have driven myself even deeper into my insanity...I'm sitting here alone,  its after 4 am...and I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HEARING SHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!!!  I'm used to the sounds of the rats and what not, but seriously, I feel like there is some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;imminent danger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; near by and I dont get why!  We live in the country, we do have neighbors, I personally know all 3 of them very very well and the woman who lives closest to us happens to be my cousin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(she's in her late 70's now).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I just have this horrible feeling and I dont know why!!!  I want to leave the front door locked but I know that I have the house key bc Jeremy didnt take his keys w/ him when he went out on the rig tonight. POO!!  And I know I more than likely won't wake up when he gets home around 8 am unless he tries to sneak in and be quiet, he knows if he just bangs around like normal it won't phase me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I guess I'm just a freak or something!!  We live right on a highway that there is a decent amount of traffic on for the area, although the only things I've personally heard go by in the past couple hours is semi's and truck drivers don't bother me.  Its the strangers in cars that aren't from here that bother me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok I should probably go to bed...maybe I'll load the 30-06 and put it under my side of the bed, make me feel better! lol  G'night world!!&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/5887464973372767280-847996049273728927?l=mrsfrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsfrick.blogspot.com/feeds/847996049273728927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887464973372767280&amp;postID=847996049273728927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887464973372767280/posts/default/847996049273728927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887464973372767280/posts/default/847996049273728927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsfrick.blogspot.com/2007/01/paranoia.html' title='Paranoia'/><author><name>Stashi Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600363367689840616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKP-iCrR1UA/SdzTStmam5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/-lXXa80-x6U/S220/Pic219.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKP-iCrR1UA/Rbcyp3NOFNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jINBNDgsZ5k/s72-c/kirajumpin2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887464973372767280.post-8766086354782956711</id><published>2007-01-24T00:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T01:04:19.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you ever just gaze into the faces of your children?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You should.  &lt;/span&gt;Its so amazing to just watch them and think about what a miracle they are.  I was just sitting around and staring into Akira's face and she would just look up at me and grin ever so slightly, its so amazing.  I love my children more than anything.  I could never imagine that I could love anyone as much as I love my girls, they are such &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miracles &lt;/span&gt;and so amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get over how they came from ME and Jeremy, its amazing. WE made the girls, they are ours and ours alone.  Its such a miracle...really it is, and then think about how small your children were when they were born.    When we went to see our friends and their new baby boy last  Saturday, he's an 8lb baby btw, I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazed &lt;/span&gt;at how little he seemed and my girls were 5lbs each!!  I just can't get over how big they are!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had their 4 month appointment Monday.  Alexa weighs 14.8 lbs and Akira weighs 12.12lbs both are 24 1/2 inches long.  Dr. Kotrakona said they are doing GREAT!  And she complimented me on how good I am with them. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; She said that I seem so natural w/ them like I've always had children.  She was amazed that the girls are my first babies.  &lt;/span&gt;It made me feel so wonderful that she said that because I worry all the time that I'm not good enough of a mother to them.  I'm afraid I leave them in their high chairs too much, that I don't hold them enough....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;that they don't feel loved or know what love is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just worry too much I think.  &lt;/span&gt;I remember my OB, Dr. Gates made fun of me bc I was afraid to get my IUD bc I was scared it would hurt and he said this:  "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You &lt;/span&gt;are scared to get it?  You, the one who carried &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWINS&lt;/span&gt; like it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;!! And mothers them easier than most do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;baby?!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You &lt;/span&gt;are scared to get an IUD?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; a good mother...Maybe I just worry entirely too much...bah&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll probably write more later, I'll be up most of the night ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887464973372767280-8766086354782956711?l=mrsfrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsfrick.blogspot.com/feeds/8766086354782956711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887464973372767280&amp;postID=8766086354782956711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887464973372767280/posts/default/8766086354782956711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887464973372767280/posts/default/8766086354782956711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsfrick.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-miracle.html' title='What a miracle'/><author><name>Stashi Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600363367689840616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKP-iCrR1UA/SdzTStmam5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/-lXXa80-x6U/S220/Pic219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887464973372767280.post-748068958856944251</id><published>2007-01-23T23:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T23:46:39.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Food, not just for babies!!</title><content type='html'>I've found that recently I have become rather addicted to Bananna baby foods....even when they have strawberry and pears in it too!!  They're so damn good!!  They need to make them for adults!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy went to work tonight.  He's filling in for Bj on the rig.   I worry so much when he's working on the rig, especially when its so cold like it is.  I worry that I'm going to get a phone call...that he's been hurt.  I know it can happen, but I keep trying to tell myself that its NOT going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered the girls in a photo contest, so if anyone happens to actually read this, PLEASE go vote for my girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#ff1493;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the link for the monthly contest:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lookhowcuteiam.com/ratemepublic/index.php?id=1484&lt;br /&gt;and here's the link for the weekly contest:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lookhowcuteiam.com/ratemepublic/index.php?id=1483&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would REALLY appreciate it y'all!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks in advance!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just as a side note, it'll let you vote over and over so keep on voting! &lt;img src="http://community.pregnancyweekly.com/emoticons/emotion-5.gif" alt="Wink [;)]" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tickercentral.com/" target="_blank" title="http://www.tickercentral.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tickercentral.com/view/690p/1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i39/StashiFrick/Pictures%20of%20us%20and%20the%20girls/The%20Girls/stashicollage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887464973372767280-748068958856944251?l=mrsfrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsfrick.blogspot.com/feeds/748068958856944251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887464973372767280&amp;postID=748068958856944251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887464973372767280/posts/default/748068958856944251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887464973372767280/posts/default/748068958856944251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsfrick.blogspot.com/2007/01/baby-food-not-just-for-babies.html' title='Baby Food, not just for babies!!'/><author><name>Stashi Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600363367689840616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKP-iCrR1UA/SdzTStmam5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/-lXXa80-x6U/S220/Pic219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887464973372767280.post-5499329006499412553</id><published>2007-01-23T14:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T14:51:49.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Combobulation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Have you ever wondered why the word Discombobulation exsists?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Can a person actually BE combobulated?  Lets see, now what is the exact definition of discombobulation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" class="me" &gt;dis·com·bob·u·late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" class="pronset" &gt;  &lt;span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;ˌdɪs&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;kəmˈbɒb&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;yəˌleɪt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;dis-kuh&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;m-bob-yuh-leyt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_ip()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show IPA pronunciation"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="body"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;–verb (used with object),  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-lat·ed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-lat·ing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to confuse or disconcert; upset; frustrate: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The speaker was completely discombobulated by the hecklers. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tail"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sectionLabel"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="roset"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" class="secondary-bf" &gt;dis·com·bob·u·la·tion, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pg"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;noun&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;!-- google_ad_region_end=def --&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;!-- end luna --&gt; &lt;!-- begin ahd4 --&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="src"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/ahd4.html" title="Click for more information about this dictionary"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="src"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/cite.html?qh=discombobulation&amp;ia=ahd4" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!-- google_ad_region_start=def --&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dis·com·bob·u·late&lt;/b&gt;   (dĭs'kəm-bŏb'yə-lāt') &lt;br /&gt;tr.v.  &lt;b&gt;dis·com·bob·u·lat·ed&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;dis·com·bob·u·lat·ing&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;dis·com·bob·u·lates&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To throw into a state of confusion. See Synonyms at &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/confuse"&gt;confuse&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--BOF_HEAD--&gt;&lt;!--EOF_HEAD--&gt; &lt;!--BOF_SUBHEAD--&gt; &lt;!--EOF_SUBHEAD--&gt; &lt;!--BOF_DEF--&gt;&lt;!--EOF_DEF--&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="src"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/cite.html?qh=discombobulation&amp;ia=wn" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!-- google_ad_region_start=def --&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;discombobulation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;noun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a feeling of embarrassment that leaves you confused [syn: &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/confusion"&gt;confusion&lt;/a&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Ok, now that said then how would a person be combobulated?? unconfused?? Maybe to throw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; of a state of confusion?  I don't know, I don't get it at all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_region_end=def --&gt;&lt;span class="src"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;/cite&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/5887464973372767280-5499329006499412553?l=mrsfrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsfrick.blogspot.com/feeds/5499329006499412553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887464973372767280&amp;postID=5499329006499412553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887464973372767280/posts/default/5499329006499412553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887464973372767280/posts/default/5499329006499412553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsfrick.blogspot.com/2007/01/combobulation.html' title='Combobulation'/><author><name>Stashi Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600363367689840616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKP-iCrR1UA/SdzTStmam5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/-lXXa80-x6U/S220/Pic219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887464973372767280.post-4674458259510055280</id><published>2006-11-23T20:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T22:22:08.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Woogie Boogie oh yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hello world!!  And yes, I AM a very boring person! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;  I've always wanted to start a blog so here I am!&lt;/span&gt; I really have no life....but I'll tell ya all about it! hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I guess I should give an intro to myself so here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm 21 years old, I'm married, I got married on the 4th of July in 2004 to an amazing man named Jeremy Frick.  He can be a prick but I love him! :)  We have 2 beautiful little girls, Alexa and Akira, they are twins, born on September 17th, 2006.  I LOVE my kids!!  Its so amazing being a mother.  I'm not a normal female, I get along better with guys than girls, girls can be too catty and superficial most of the time.  I've been through HELL w/ my husband but its ok and its all been worth it.  I went to college at RLC and at NADC, never graduated either though.  I went to become an Auto Diesel High Performance Mechanic.  I've been thinkly lately that I might go back to college this January for Graphic Art.  Not sure yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Last weekend I went out w/ my father in law and we went to a bar in Herrin, IL, I think its called Hurley's, well I'm hoping to get a job there.  I could make around $200 a night in just tips!!  I'd finally be able to buy some decent clothes and my  husband couldnt keep the money away from me! so HAHAHAHAHAA at him!!  I'm hoping that he gets his unemployment check tomorrow so I can go back to that bar and talk to the owner about a job.  I am really excited about working there.  I think it'll be a lot of fun too, it'll be nice to be out and be around other adults for a while and I'll have fun, I know I will.  My only problem w/ it is that I'm afraid I wont be able to hear the drink orders very well over the music but that's ok, I"ll get used to it I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm trying to talk my hubby into letting me buy a shirt or two tomorrow afternoon (if he gets his check, good lord I hope he gets his check)  I gotta look all sexy-fied for the job but its ok...I cant wait to start work, I think I'm gonna really love it.  It'll be good hours for me too, 6pm until close, not sure when they close though.  Jeremy's mom, Julie used to work for the owners husband when he owned a strip club so I have a good reference there at least. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Akira was all smiley a couple minutes ago, it was SOOO cute!!  I cant wait until they laugh, its going to be so amazing!  They had dr's apts yesterday, Alexa weighs 10 1/2 lbs and Akira weighs 9 1/2 lbs, so she's catching up!  They were both 21 1/2 inches long.  Growing sooo good!  I can't believe they're already 2 months old!  9 weeks!  Will be 10 weeks Sunday!!  Its SO amazing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[IMG]http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i39/StashiFrick/dawnwideeyed.jpg[/IMG]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Not sure if this'll work or not...I hope so, if it does this is a pic of me from when I was about 4 months pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ok and I'm done for now, gotta do a virus scan, hopefully, if that pic works, I'll post again here in a few and post a bunch of pics of the girls!&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Stashi Dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887464973372767280-4674458259510055280?l=mrsfrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsfrick.blogspot.com/feeds/4674458259510055280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887464973372767280&amp;postID=4674458259510055280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887464973372767280/posts/default/4674458259510055280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887464973372767280/posts/default/4674458259510055280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsfrick.blogspot.com/2006/11/woogie-boogie-oh-yeah.html' title='Woogie Boogie oh yeah'/><author><name>Stashi Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600363367689840616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKP-iCrR1UA/SdzTStmam5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/-lXXa80-x6U/S220/Pic219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
