<?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-21961803</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:08:37.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tink's Wink's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-115038720469203281</id><published>2006-06-15T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T09:04:18.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Thursday Humor</title><content type='html'>Hi I know I havn't posted in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Thought we could all use some humor &lt;br /&gt;today though. However, only two because&lt;br /&gt;they're so long. K? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Two little kids are in a  hospital, lying on stretchers next to each &lt;br /&gt;&gt;other outside the  operating room.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;The first kid leans over  and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Asks, "What are you in here  for?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;The second kid says, "I'm in here  to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Get my tonsils out and I'm&lt;br /&gt;&gt;A little  nervous."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;The first kid says,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"You've got nothing to worry about. I had that Done when I was  four.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;They put you to sleep, and when you wake  up They give you lots of &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jell-O and ice cream.  It's a breeze."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;The second kid then asks,  "What&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Are you here for?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;The first  kid says, "A circumcision."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"Whoa!",  the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Second kid replies. "Good luck buddy. I had that  done When I was &lt;br /&gt;born.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Couldn't walk for a  year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The $100 TATTOO&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Larry gets home late one night and his wife, Linda,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; says, "Where in the hell have you been?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Larry replies, "I was out getting a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; "A tattoo?" she frowned. "What kind of tattoo did you&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Get?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I got a hundred dollar bill on my privates," he said&lt;br /&gt;&gt; proudly.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; "What the hell were you thinking?" she said, Shaking&lt;br /&gt;&gt; her head in disdain.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Why on earth would an accountant get a hundred Dollar&lt;br /&gt;&gt; bill tattooed on his privates?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Well, one, I like to watch my money grow.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Two, once in a while I like to play with my money.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Three, I like how money feels in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; And, lastly, instead of you going out shopping, you&lt;br /&gt;&gt; can stay right here at home and blow a hundred bucks&lt;br /&gt;&gt; anytime you want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Larry is recovering in room 232 at John Hopkins&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Hospital&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-115038720469203281?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/115038720469203281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=115038720469203281&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/115038720469203281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/115038720469203281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/06/little-thursday-humor.html' title='Little Thursday Humor'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114947291899610255</id><published>2006-06-04T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T19:01:59.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday NIk!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/1600/IMG_5278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/320/IMG_5278.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th Birthday Nik!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian, Adayn, Candace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114947291899610255?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114947291899610255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114947291899610255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114947291899610255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114947291899610255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-birthday-nik.html' title='Happy Birthday NIk!!!!'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114911305040308674</id><published>2006-05-31T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T15:09:20.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When will it end?!?!</title><content type='html'>Ok I havn't posted in quite awhile &lt;br /&gt;because of a snowball effect. First, my&lt;br /&gt;computer crashed &amp; didn't have internet &lt;br /&gt;access for over two weeks. I lost my closest&lt;br /&gt;friend, which I cry about everyday. Then my kids&lt;br /&gt;got sick w/tonsillitis, bronchittis, then swimmers&lt;br /&gt;ear. Mr man &amp; I were supposed to start counseling&lt;br /&gt;however we seperated. His mom is borderline pneumonia.&lt;br /&gt;Which is critical w/her because she already is so fraile. &lt;br /&gt;Now today I found out my dog of almost 14 years probaly&lt;br /&gt;has cancer. We have to go to a specialist, the veternarian&lt;br /&gt;couldn't even do the normal tests there because how abnormal&lt;br /&gt;the mass is. We have to go get an ultrasound. He's lost 9 pounds in&lt;br /&gt;11 mths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will everything be better? When will all the hurt stop?&lt;br /&gt;When can I have one day without crying? Man it's so hard...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114911305040308674?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114911305040308674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114911305040308674&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114911305040308674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114911305040308674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-will-it-end.html' title='When will it end?!?!'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114567655749063035</id><published>2006-04-21T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T20:29:17.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Erin. I am a BAD, BAD MILF for not&lt;br /&gt;posting this sooner. Hope you had a wonderful Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114567655749063035?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://theramseyzoo.blogspot.com/' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114567655749063035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114567655749063035&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114567655749063035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114567655749063035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114550993255601446</id><published>2006-04-19T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T22:12:12.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Thursday Humor</title><content type='html'>#1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why don't rabbits make noise when they fuck?&lt;br /&gt;A: They have cotton balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three baseball fans were on their way to a game when one noticed a foot sticking out of the bushes by the side of the road. They stopped and discovered a nude female drunk and passed out. Out of respect for the lady, the Cubs fan took off his cap and placed it over her right breast. The Red Sox fan took off his cap and placed it over her left breast. Following their lead, the Yankee fan took off his cap and placed it over her crotch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police were called and when the officer arrived, he conducted his inspection. First, he lifted up the Cubs cap, replaced it, and wrote down some notes. Next, he lifted the Sox cap, replaced it, and wrote down some more notes. The officer then lifted the Yankees cap, replaced it, then lifted it again, replaced it, lifted it a third time, and replaced it one last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Yankee fan was getting upset and finally asked, “What are you, a pervert or something? Why do you keep lifting and looking, lifting and looking?” “Well,” said the officer. “I am simply surprised. Normally when I look under a Yankees hat, I find an asshole.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two young boys walk into a pharmacy and pick out a box of tampons. The man at the checkout counter asks the older boy, "Son, how old are you?" "Eight," he replies. The man continues, "Do you know what these are used for?" The boy replies, "Not exactly, but they aren't for me. They're for him. He's my little brother. He's four. We saw on TV that if you use these you can swim and ride a bike. He can't do either one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you laughed a little.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114550993255601446?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114550993255601446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114550993255601446&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114550993255601446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114550993255601446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/04/little-thursday-humor_20.html' title='Little Thursday Humor'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114538412532994664</id><published>2006-04-18T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T11:15:25.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tink's T-shirt Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/1600/IMG_5639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/320/IMG_5639.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I thought I'd have a different subject.&lt;br /&gt;My friends beautiful daughter Sidney.&lt;br /&gt;Man she totally reminds me of myself&lt;br /&gt;when I was younger. Thank goodness she's&lt;br /&gt;better than I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha think you want one of these shirts?&lt;br /&gt;Or do you want one for a co-worker or child?&lt;br /&gt;LMAO...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114538412532994664?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114538412532994664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114538412532994664&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114538412532994664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114538412532994664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/04/tinks-t-shirt-tuesday_18.html' title='Tink&apos;s T-shirt Tuesday'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114524975892658032</id><published>2006-04-16T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T21:59:06.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/1600/IMG_5641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/320/IMG_5641.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter from Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/1600/IMG_5644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/320/IMG_5644.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new approach to decorating eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a wonderful Easter no matter where you were, or&lt;br /&gt;whom you were with. I hope Mr Cottontail gave you a visit.LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114524975892658032?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114524975892658032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114524975892658032&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114524975892658032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114524975892658032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!!!'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114494147845431345</id><published>2006-04-13T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T08:43:10.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little humor Thursday</title><content type='html'>#1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blonde goes into a laundromat and asks to have her sweater cleaned. The laundromat attendant doesn’t hear her correctly and says, “Come again?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde blushes slightly and giggles, “Oh, no it’s just mustard this time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Mom is driving her little girl to a friend’s house for a play date. “Mommy,” the little girl asks, “how old are you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Honey, you are not supposed to ask a lady her age,” the mother warns. “It is not polite.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok,” the little girl says. “How much do you weigh?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now really,” the mother says, “these are personal questions, and really none of your business.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undaunted, the little girl asks, “Why did you and daddy get a divorce?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That is enough questions, honestly!” The exasperated mother walks away as the two friends begin to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My Mom wouldn’t tell me anything,” the little girl says to her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well,” said the friend, “all you need to do is look at her drivers license. It is like a report card—it has everything on it.” Later that night, the little girl says to her mother, “I know how old you are. You are 32.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother is surprised and asks, “How did you find that out?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I also know that you weigh 140 pounds.” The mother is past surprise and shocked now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How in heaven’s name did you find that out?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And,” the little girl says triumphantly, “I know why you and daddy got a divorce.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh really?” the mother asks. “And why’s that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Because you got an F in sex.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nurse walks into a bank, preparing to endorse a check. She reaches in her pocket and pulls out a rectal thermometer and tries to write with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks up at the teller, pauses for a moment, then realizing her mistake, she says, "Well that's great. Some asshole's got my pen."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114494147845431345?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114494147845431345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114494147845431345&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114494147845431345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114494147845431345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/04/little-humor-thursday.html' title='Little humor Thursday'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114479027744360479</id><published>2006-04-11T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T14:17:57.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tink's T-shirt Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/1600/IMG_5619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/320/IMG_5619.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok is it me or do you have that song stuck in&lt;br /&gt;your head as well? It's almost Easter so I thought&lt;br /&gt;I'd get into the holiday. I love Easter, everyone&lt;br /&gt;seems less stressed &amp; upbeat for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;I need a new shirt though this one has seen better&lt;br /&gt;days. TBG where's my weiner shirt?LOL This shirt can&lt;br /&gt;have many meanings, ya think? Especially when my &lt;br /&gt;name is Candace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114479027744360479?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114479027744360479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114479027744360479&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114479027744360479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114479027744360479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/04/tinks-t-shirt-tuesday_11.html' title='Tink&apos;s T-shirt Tuesday'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114430127453901351</id><published>2006-04-05T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T22:28:45.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Thursday humor</title><content type='html'>#1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How do you circumcise a redneck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Kick his sister on the chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What’s the square root of 69?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Eight something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the poker party, late as usual, two friends compared notes. "I can never fool my wife," the first complained. "I turn off the car’s engine and coast into the garage, take off my shoes, sneak upstairs, and undress in the bathroom. But she always wakes up and yells at me for being out so late and leaving her alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You’ve got the wrong technique, my friend," his buddy replied. "I roar into the garage, slam the door, stomp up the steps, rub my hand on my wife’s ass, and ask, ’How ’bout a little?’ and she pretends to be asleep." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed my Thursday humor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114430127453901351?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114430127453901351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114430127453901351&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114430127453901351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114430127453901351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/04/little-thursday-humor_06.html' title='Little Thursday humor'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114420929950046200</id><published>2006-04-04T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T21:52:53.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tink's T-shirt Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/1600/IMG_5569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/320/IMG_5569.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man this chic needs a tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know it's almost Wednesday &amp; I'm just&lt;br /&gt;posting this. I was tied up, well I wish.LOL&lt;br /&gt;Don't you LOVE martini's? YUMMY! I have a &lt;br /&gt;beautiful martini purse, I used to have a pair&lt;br /&gt;of bad ass martini shoes. However, Mr man &lt;br /&gt;accidently threw them away. Actually I like&lt;br /&gt;most alcoholic drinks that come in glasses&lt;br /&gt;like the one on my shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite?&lt;br /&gt;Like my shirt? Huh huh do ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114420929950046200?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114420929950046200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114420929950046200&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114420929950046200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114420929950046200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/04/tinks-t-shirt-tuesday.html' title='Tink&apos;s T-shirt Tuesday'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114395117860386898</id><published>2006-04-01T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T20:33:27.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alec</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/1600/DSC00011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/400/DSC00011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alec was the boy you love, the witty boy next door.&lt;br /&gt;He had his whole life ahead of him, but somehow, for&lt;br /&gt;some higher reason he was taken from us. Alec loved &lt;br /&gt;his little sister &amp; brother &amp; adored his mother. He was&lt;br /&gt;home schooled(which he did most of himself) and he &lt;br /&gt;watched his little sister(then 1) and brother(then 8) &lt;br /&gt;alot of the time. This is no easy task for anyone to do, &lt;br /&gt;much less a 12 year old. His brother is also autistic so &lt;br /&gt;you can imagine the challenge for Alec. He was involved&lt;br /&gt;in Boy Scouts, Tae Kwon Do, and embraced life w/such&lt;br /&gt;enthusiasm. His mother was working hard to make ends&lt;br /&gt;meet as a single mom so depended on Alec a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow though Alec committed suicide, he hung himself.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder sometimes if this was on purpose or was this stupid&lt;br /&gt;fucking game I found out kids play called the pass-out-game.&lt;br /&gt;See Alec was in Cub Scouts, so he knew how to tie a knot.&lt;br /&gt;However, the knot was loose when they found him. So I often&lt;br /&gt;stay awake, crying &amp; wondering was this really what he was trying&lt;br /&gt;to do? Also, he was seeing a phyciatrist &amp; they had prescribed&lt;br /&gt;Wellbutrin. Anything I've ever read or seen says it amplifies suicide&lt;br /&gt;in teenagers. Noone knows why this tragedy happened. I  just &lt;br /&gt;know that the world lost an incredible young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know anyone, young or old who needs help REACH&lt;br /&gt;out people. Take the time!!!! Also, if you have young kids&lt;br /&gt;find out more information on this game. Talking w/many&lt;br /&gt;women in my moms group they played this as young as&lt;br /&gt;junior high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take a moment &amp; pray or think about our Alec.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114395117860386898?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114395117860386898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114395117860386898&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114395117860386898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114395117860386898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/04/alec.html' title='Alec'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114369878302676182</id><published>2006-03-29T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T22:06:23.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Thursday humor</title><content type='html'>#1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother is in the kitchen making dinner for her family when her daughter walks in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mother, where do babies come from?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother thinks for a few seconds and says, “Well dear, Mommy and Daddy fall in love and get married. One night they go into their bedroom, they kiss and hug and have sex.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daughter looks puzzled so the mother continues, “That means the daddy puts his penis in the mommy’s vagina. That’s how you get a baby, honey.” The child seems to comprehend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, I see, but the other night when I came into your room you had daddy’s penis in your mouth. What do you get when you do that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jewelry, my dear. Jewelry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2-Aw if only it were that easy.LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three women had a very late night drinking. They left in the early morning hours and went home their separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, they all met and compared notes about who was drunker the night before. The first girl claims that she was the drunkest, saying, “I drove straight home and walked into the house. As soon as I got through the door, I blew chunks.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second said, “You think that was drunk? Hell, I got into my car and wrapped my car around the first tree I saw. I don’t even have insurance!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third proclaimed, “Damn, I was the drunkest by far. When I got home, I got into a big fight with my husband, knocked a candle over, and burned the whole house down!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room was silent for a moment. Then, the first girl spoke out again, “Listen girls, I don’t think you understand. Chunks is my dog.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3-Hope noone gets offended.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear about the new paint color that’s coming out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s called blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not very bright, but it spreads easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114369878302676182?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114369878302676182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114369878302676182&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114369878302676182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114369878302676182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/03/little-thursday-humor_30.html' title='Little Thursday humor'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114357489778477012</id><published>2006-03-28T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T13:17:00.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tink's T-shirt Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/1600/IMG_5504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/320/IMG_5504.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes late as usual. I had to wear the black bra&lt;br /&gt;just for Kami. Gwen Stefani is awesome, I've&lt;br /&gt;been to 2 of her concerts. Both of them rocked.&lt;br /&gt;I've liked her when she first started out &amp; people &lt;br /&gt;just thought she was trying to be a Madonna. Well&lt;br /&gt;I think she's proved everyone wrong. She not only &lt;br /&gt;can sing, the girl puts on a hell of a show. Plus I also&lt;br /&gt;have a huge crush on her. Anyway, whatcha&lt;br /&gt;think? Would you wear it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114357489778477012?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114357489778477012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114357489778477012&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114357489778477012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114357489778477012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/03/tinks-t-shirt-tuesday_28.html' title='Tink&apos;s T-shirt Tuesday'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114323515232336328</id><published>2006-03-24T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T13:24:25.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Friday by Carrie</title><content type='html'>Go check out what all the cool kids are &lt;br /&gt;wearing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114323515232336328?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://cac1128.blogspot.com/' title='Funny Friday by Carrie'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114323515232336328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114323515232336328&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114323515232336328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114323515232336328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/03/funny-friday-by-carrie.html' title='Funny Friday by Carrie'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114322170716821804</id><published>2006-03-24T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T09:45:29.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/1600/DSC00231.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/320/DSC00231.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-man crawling on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/1600/DSC00221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/320/DSC00221.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-man &amp; mommy(yes my boobs were huge-I was pregnant &amp; still breastfeeding)-I wish I still had them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/1600/DSC00227.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/320/DSC00227.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-man feeding the seagulls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I'm so daydreaming about the sun beating down on me&lt;br /&gt;while I'm walking on the beach w/my barefoot toes sinking into &lt;br /&gt;the sand. Waves coming up colliding w/my body. A little bit&lt;br /&gt;of Heaven. Yes I HATE cold weather, at least the kind where&lt;br /&gt;it's bitter cold you can't feel your toes, nose, or fingers. Plus&lt;br /&gt;when it's that frickin cold where the hell is the snow? UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I leave you w/a few pictures taken awhile back that reminds&lt;br /&gt;me of the last time I was @ the beach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114322170716821804?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114322170716821804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114322170716821804&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114322170716821804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114322170716821804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/03/man.html' title='Man...'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114318144898087754</id><published>2006-03-23T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T22:27:04.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Kristine &amp; RSG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114318144898087754?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://64.82.32.68/Birthday.asp' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114318144898087754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114318144898087754&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114318144898087754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114318144898087754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114309477838681799</id><published>2006-03-22T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T22:33:46.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little humor Thursday</title><content type='html'>#1&lt;br /&gt;A little girl came running into the house crying her eyes out and cradling her hand. “Mommy, quick! Get me a glass of cider!” she wailed.&lt;br /&gt;“Why do you want a glass of cider?” asked mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I cut my hand on a thorn, and I want the pain to go away.” Confused, but weary of the child’s whining, the mother obliged and poured her a glass of cider. The little girl immediately dunked her hand in it. “Ouch! It still hurts! This cider doesn’t work!” whined the little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What are you talking about?” asked her increasingly perplexed parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well I overheard my big sister say that whenever her friend gets a prick in her hand, she can’t wait to get it in cider!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How do you cure bedwetting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: With an electric blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher says, “Whoever answers the questions I ask first and correctly can leave early today.”&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny says to himself, “Good, I want to get outta here. I’m clever—that answer’s mine!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asked, “Who said ‘Four Score and Seven Years Ago’?”&lt;br /&gt;Before Johnny could open his mouth, Susie said, “Abraham Lincoln,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said, “That’s right, Susie, you can go.”&lt;br /&gt;Johnny was mad. Susie had answered first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asked, “Who said, ‘I Have a Dream’?”&lt;br /&gt;Before Johnny could open his mouth, Mary said, “Martin Luther King.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said, “That’s right, Mary, you can go.”&lt;br /&gt;Johnny was even madder than before. Mary had answered first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asked, “Who said ‘Ask not, what your country can do for you’?”&lt;br /&gt;Before Johnny could open his mouth, Nancy said, “John Kennedy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said, “Thats right, Nancy, you can go.”&lt;br /&gt;Johnny was fuming. Nancy had answered first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the teacher sat down, Johnny muttered, “I wish these bitches had kept their mouths shut.”&lt;br /&gt;The shocked teacher asked, “Who said that?”&lt;br /&gt;Johnny jumped up and hollered, “Bill Clinton!!! See you Monday!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114309477838681799?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114309477838681799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114309477838681799&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114309477838681799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114309477838681799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/03/little-humor-thursday.html' title='Little humor Thursday'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114309314025535619</id><published>2006-03-22T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:57:32.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New meaning for Braille</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114309314025535619?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.banterist.com/archivefiles/000305.html' title='New meaning for Braille'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114309314025535619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114309314025535619&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114309314025535619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114309314025535619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-meaning-for-braille.html' title='New meaning for Braille'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114309250270527900</id><published>2006-03-22T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:47:45.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/1600/IMG_4733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/320/IMG_4733.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Adayn looking so innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/1600/IMG_4761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/320/IMG_4761.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                C-man knows he's a little toot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love kids. When I take my son to the &lt;br /&gt;gynecologist he always of course has to play w/everything.&lt;br /&gt;He especially loves the table &amp; all the tampons in the changing&lt;br /&gt;room. Yes my doctor calls him his little buddy &amp; helper. Oh he &lt;br /&gt;also has grabbed the nurse's butt &amp; boobs. Hi ok maybe he already&lt;br /&gt;knows what he wants to do, and of course Daddy goes to work high&lt;br /&gt;fiving all the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my boys love to get into my stuff. I clean everyday&lt;br /&gt;@ least an hour + easy. The boys LOVE to get into my drawers&lt;br /&gt;(no pun intended) and get my tampons. Well they proceed to bite &lt;br /&gt;them, yes this is where I got the idea to take their picture. &lt;br /&gt;One because I thought it was hilarious and two blackmail &lt;br /&gt;later on(like w/their girlfriends). Yes I thought as well gross, what &lt;br /&gt;about TSS, if they bite through the plastic will it get big in their&lt;br /&gt;mouths. No I don't let them eat through the package, and&lt;br /&gt;no I don't use the ones they bite. However, they do this almost&lt;br /&gt;everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114309250270527900?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114309250270527900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114309250270527900&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114309250270527900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114309250270527900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/03/dont-you.html' title='Don&apos;t you...'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114297027226326682</id><published>2006-03-21T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T11:51:14.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tink's T-shirt Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/1600/IMG_5485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/320/IMG_5485.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was in kindergarten I LOVED this game.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember this little boy I liked won the game&lt;br /&gt;and I kissed him on the cheek(Brian was his name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh let me tell you a bit of information about myself.&lt;br /&gt;I still shop in the junior section, from Target to &lt;br /&gt;Nordstrom. Yes I know I'm 32, but it makes me feel&lt;br /&gt;better &amp; the clothes are cute. I have to stay the MILF&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, whatcha think???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114297027226326682?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114297027226326682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114297027226326682&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114297027226326682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114297027226326682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/03/tinks-t-shirt-tuesday_21.html' title='Tink&apos;s T-shirt Tuesday'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114291914355785384</id><published>2006-03-20T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T21:32:23.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Good Story</title><content type='html'>If you didn't read the story I posted on&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday please do. It will make you&lt;br /&gt;smile or cry, or both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114291914355785384?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114291914355785384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114291914355785384&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114291914355785384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114291914355785384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/03/feel-good-story.html' title='Feel Good Story'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114283117746516415</id><published>2006-03-19T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T22:12:33.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trang &amp; Chuong's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/1600/IMG_5384.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/320/IMG_5384.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The wedding party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/1600/IMG_5399.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/320/IMG_5399.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The Beautiful Trang &amp; her man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/1600/IMG_5442.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/320/IMG_5442.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Shahan, me, and Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, let me just say Congrats to my favorite Nguyen couple.&lt;br /&gt;Wow they finally did it, after seven years of dating. However, they&lt;br /&gt;are babies still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about my experience @ my first Vietnamese&lt;br /&gt;wedding. First, I'll just tell you I HATE, HATE going to weddings&lt;br /&gt;by myself. Mr man had to work, and my good friend Kami dissed&lt;br /&gt;me royally. So here I go off to this Asian wedding where I knew&lt;br /&gt;I'd probaly be the only round eye there. I even talked w/the bride&lt;br /&gt;and groom minutes before the wedding &amp; they said "don't be&lt;br /&gt;late because you'll feel really weird". Um I would have rather &lt;br /&gt;been naked @ the mall then what I felt. It was kind of like that&lt;br /&gt;movie where that white guy walks into a all black bar. Uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;all jaws dropped &amp; eyes widened when this round eyed walked&lt;br /&gt;in the door @ the grooms parents house, that's where the ceremony&lt;br /&gt;was held. Oh I also found out later that wearing black meant bad&lt;br /&gt;luck. So why the heck didn't my friend(the brides sister) tell me that&lt;br /&gt;when she was telling me what to wear. I wore my new BCBG black &lt;br /&gt;dress while everyone else looked like they were ready for the&lt;br /&gt;Vietnamese prom. Hi yea naked @ the mall. The ceremony lasted &lt;br /&gt;like 20 minutes, I understood all that was being said, NOT! Then&lt;br /&gt;we all ate. Ok the whole deal starts early by the grooms family&lt;br /&gt;bringing gifts to the brides house. Then they eat some, then the&lt;br /&gt;ceremony, then they eat more, then go back to the brides&lt;br /&gt;house &amp; you guessed it eat more &amp; get ready for the reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I did my research somewhat before I went to the reception.&lt;br /&gt;It goes something like this, if the reception starts @ 6 any round eye&lt;br /&gt;gets there @ 5:55. Where the smart Asians get there @ 7:30, well &lt;br /&gt;we got there around that time &amp; they still really didn't start until 8. &lt;br /&gt;They have like a 10 course meal w/really yummy stuff(at least I think).&lt;br /&gt;I was married and my husband was half Vietnamese &amp; half Caucasian. &lt;br /&gt;Here's the deal the bride &amp; groom have to go to each table &amp; talk &amp; do&lt;br /&gt;a shot of Courvoisier. The people @ the table hand them a red &lt;br /&gt;envelope w/money in it. Let's just stop there for a minute, instead&lt;br /&gt;of getting gifts, everyone gives them cash. That's fucking smart, &lt;br /&gt;and yes I did the same(even had a red envelope). They usually can&lt;br /&gt;receive like 40 g's. I got to sit @ the table w/the wedding party since&lt;br /&gt;I'm friends w/all of them. Oh and Mr man came to the reception &lt;br /&gt;w/me, but went to the car after about 30 minutes sick. Hi white girl&lt;br /&gt;alone again, luckily in their culture they take shots like freakin water.&lt;br /&gt;Yes my ass was taking shots of Courvoisier. That's usually a drink you &lt;br /&gt;sip w/a cigar for like a hour or so, no it's more like 6 shots in a hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a great wedding. They had about a hundred people &lt;br /&gt;showed up. I'm glad I got to experience this affair, it was wonderful &lt;br /&gt;cultural experience. The bride changes three times throughout&lt;br /&gt;the day. She was exhausted they started @ 5 am getting ready &amp; the &lt;br /&gt;reception lasts till @ least midnight. So many of their relatives from&lt;br /&gt;Vietnam were in attendance. I'm so happy for them, and Trang was&lt;br /&gt;a GORGEOUS bride. Oh did I tell you I changed for the reception.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I went &amp; bought a new dress...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114283117746516415?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114283117746516415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114283117746516415&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114283117746516415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114283117746516415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/03/trang-chuongs-wedding.html' title='Trang &amp; Chuong&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114272581966677872</id><published>2006-03-18T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T15:53:18.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>Steve-I did your test &amp; was rated a 35% just like you.&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought I'd try this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFA5B2" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're an Expert Kisser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFDBE0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/expert.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantity&lt;br /&gt;You've perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks off&lt;br /&gt;And you're adaptable, giving each partner what they crave&lt;br /&gt;When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Kisser Are You?&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/21961803-114272581966677872?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114272581966677872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114272581966677872&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114272581966677872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114272581966677872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/03/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114257621342513780</id><published>2006-03-17T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T22:19:55.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St Patricks Day!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.theholidayspot.com/wallpapers.php?img=patrick/graphics/wall3med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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The kind of&lt;br /&gt;day you know you shouldn't leave the house&lt;br /&gt;days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll give you a short version. It started by&lt;br /&gt;my little angels(hehe) throwing temper tantrums&lt;br /&gt;and doing everything from getting toilet water all&lt;br /&gt;over the floor &amp; themselves(including their hair) to&lt;br /&gt;marking all over the couch w/pen. You get the picture, &lt;br /&gt;this was before 8 am. Well I thought I'd help a friend who&lt;br /&gt;needed a break desperately watch her two girls(3 &amp; 2). No &lt;br /&gt;big deal until my Mom called @ 8:30 &amp; wanted to go to the &lt;br /&gt;zoo. I told her as long as they could help me. So we were&lt;br /&gt;going to the zoo, 8 children(10, 7, 5, 3, 2, 2, 1, 6mths) and&lt;br /&gt;3 adults. Well my Mom wanted to take the Dart train(which I&lt;br /&gt;thought it be better if I drove) but we took the train. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to the zoo &amp; all the kiddos were excited &amp; acting &lt;br /&gt;like kids. Running &amp; jumping &amp; looking. Each one of the &lt;br /&gt;girls were holding my nephews hands, Riley(3) was holding&lt;br /&gt;Connors(10) &amp; Beka(2) was holding Maison's(7). I swear if &lt;br /&gt;you didn't know ages, they were boyfriend/girlfriend. Anyway, &lt;br /&gt;Riley starts telling me her stomach hurt, it was WAY past her&lt;br /&gt;lunch time so off to the restaurant we go. I spent &amp;70 on chicken&lt;br /&gt;nuggets, pizza, fries, and drinks @ the zoo. UGH! So we're sitting&lt;br /&gt;there eating &amp; Riley wants me to hold her, I say "Ok baby-girl let&lt;br /&gt;me rub your belly". Um yea 2 minutes later she started puking all&lt;br /&gt;over me. People I don't mean a little, like 10 times, I have NEVER &lt;br /&gt;seen a person puke so much. I had puke fest when I was &lt;br /&gt;pregnant, but NO comparison. I'm DRENCHED in this &amp; have to&lt;br /&gt;walk smooth through about 20 people who saw this, to go to the &lt;br /&gt;bathroom. Needless to say I got sick while cleaning up. Then I cleaned&lt;br /&gt;the table &amp; chair, Riley only got a little on her hands. We put her in&lt;br /&gt;one of the double strollers I rented &amp; called her Mommy. Well after&lt;br /&gt;talking to her, Beka, &amp; everyone else they wanted to stay.&lt;br /&gt;Here's where most people would of said "I'm fucking outta here".&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to ruin anyone's day, so I went to the gift shop to &lt;br /&gt;purchase clothing that didn't smell worse than most of the &lt;br /&gt;animals shit. NO LUCK. However, the nice lady there told me that&lt;br /&gt;she had Windex &amp; sprayed some on paper towels for me.&lt;br /&gt;How sad is that. Windex smelt better than me.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going through the zoo, I'm trying hard to put on &lt;br /&gt;my happy face, feeling like I peed in my pants. We went to the&lt;br /&gt;petting zoo and finally it was time to leave. My Mom has my baby&lt;br /&gt;and two other kiddos, my sister has her stroller, so my sister tells &lt;br /&gt;Connor(10) to push the second stroller I rented. Well I was behind&lt;br /&gt;him, he started to push it &amp; around the corner somehow he lost&lt;br /&gt;control &amp; the stroller went into the water. No, no there weren't any&lt;br /&gt;children in the stroller, well no human ones. All my stuff went into&lt;br /&gt;the water, my new Dooney wallet, cell phone, and my precious&lt;br /&gt;camera(better known as Kami's BAMF's sister). I fell to the ground&lt;br /&gt;after I got my stuff out of the water &amp; just started bawling like&lt;br /&gt;a baby. I felt so numb, WHY??? So after much deliberation we&lt;br /&gt;proceed to the exit, but first to change the kids diapers. I start &lt;br /&gt;laughing, oh yea I can't they are soaked after falling in the water!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of that Thomas episode where the cars are laughing&lt;br /&gt;at Thomas and say"he's falling in the water, hahaha". I just wanted &lt;br /&gt;to click my heels &amp; be home"there's no place like home". Mr man&lt;br /&gt;couldn't even come get us because there was no way of fitting us all&lt;br /&gt;in a car. So yes we had to ride the freakin train home. Why didn't I&lt;br /&gt;listen to myself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty minutes later we got off the train, I'm sure everyone was &lt;br /&gt;going "WTF is that horrible smell?" Oh did I tell you it was rush-hour&lt;br /&gt;so all the people were getting off work &amp; the train was packed.&lt;br /&gt;We got off the train &amp; I got in my car to take the girls home. I cried the&lt;br /&gt;whole way home from my friends house to mine. I was scared to tell&lt;br /&gt;Kami about lil sister. That in a nutshell was my day, there's more to the&lt;br /&gt;story &amp; it got worse. Just thought I'd tell you most of it. I'm still crying over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114257124416016762?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114257124416016762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114257124416016762&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114257124416016762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114257124416016762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-shit-day.html' title='My shit day'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114248851705261671</id><published>2006-03-16T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T07:48:45.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Thursday humor</title><content type='html'>Quotes: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty&lt;br /&gt;things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Atheism is a non-prophet organization. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If man evolved from monkeys and apes, why do we still&lt;br /&gt;have monkeys and apes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows&lt;br /&gt;where all the bad girls live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I went to a bookstore and asked the sales woman, "Where's&lt;br /&gt;the self-help section?" She said if she told me, it would&lt;br /&gt;defeat the purpose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Could it be that all those trick-or-treaters wearing&lt;br /&gt;sheets aren't going as ghosts, but as mattresses? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If a mute swears, does his mother wash his hands with&lt;br /&gt;soap? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If a man is standing in the middle of the forest speaking&lt;br /&gt;and there is no woman around to hear him . . . is he still&lt;br /&gt;wrong? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill&lt;br /&gt;himself, is it considered a hostage situation? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Is there another word for synonym? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Isn't it a bit unnerving that doctors call what they do&lt;br /&gt;"practice?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where do forest rangers go to "get away from it all?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you do when you see an endangered animal eating&lt;br /&gt;an endangered plant? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If a parsley farmer is sued, can they garnish his&lt;br /&gt;wages? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would a fly without wings be called a walk? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Why do they lock gas station bathrooms? Are they afraid&lt;br /&gt;someone will clean them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If a turtle doesn't have a shell, is he homeless or&lt;br /&gt;naked? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Why don't sheep shrink when it rains? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Can vegetarians eat animal crackers? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If the police arrest a mime, do they tell him he has the&lt;br /&gt;right to remain silent? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Why do they put Braille on the drive-through bank&lt;br /&gt;machines? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How do blind people know when they are done wiping? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. How do they get the deer to cross at that yellow road&lt;br /&gt;sign? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Is it true that cannibals don't eat clowns because they&lt;br /&gt;taste funny? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was the best thing before sliced bread? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. One nice thing about egotists: they don't talk about&lt;br /&gt;other people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. To be intoxicated is to feel sophisticated, but not be&lt;br /&gt;able to say it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large&lt;br /&gt;groups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. The older you get, the better you realize you were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Age is a very high price to pay for maturity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Procrastination is the art of keeping up with&lt;br /&gt;yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Women like silent men, they think they're listening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Men are from Earth, women are from Earth. Deal with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him&lt;br /&gt;how to fish, and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all&lt;br /&gt;day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do pediatricians play miniature golf on Wednesdays? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Before they invented drawing boards, what did they go&lt;br /&gt;back to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy&lt;br /&gt;adultery? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. If all the world is a stage, where is the audience&lt;br /&gt;sitting? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. If God dropped acid, would he see people? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. If one synchronized swimmer drowns, do the rest have to&lt;br /&gt;drown too? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. If the #2 pencil is the most popular, why is it still&lt;br /&gt;#2? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. If work is so terrific, how come they have to pay you to&lt;br /&gt;do it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. If you ate pasta and antipasta, would you still be&lt;br /&gt;hungry? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Why is it called tourist season if we can't shoot at&lt;br /&gt;them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER READING-LOOK BELOW!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114248851705261671?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114248851705261671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114248851705261671&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114248851705261671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114248851705261671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/03/little-thursday-humor.html' title='Little Thursday humor'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114248626966914492</id><published>2006-03-15T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T21:33:20.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great story</title><content type='html'>Have ya'll heard about this? This is truly a heartwarming&lt;br /&gt;story. Also, today President Bush went to meet this kid.&lt;br /&gt;Even those of you who do not care for him gotta give &lt;br /&gt;him credit for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://sports.espn.go.com/sports/news/story?id=2368193&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make sure you watched both links.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114248626966914492?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://search.espn.go.com/keyword/search?searchString=autistic+boy&amp;Find.x=18&amp;Find.y=9' title='Great story'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114248626966914492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114248626966914492&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114248626966914492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114248626966914492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/03/great-story.html' title='Great story'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114236950552002167</id><published>2006-03-14T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T12:51:45.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tink's T-shirt Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/1600/DSC00084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/320/DSC00084.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I kinda cheated today because I have a problem &lt;br /&gt;w/my camera. I'll post later tonight what that may be.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found this humorous. It was taken on Valentines&lt;br /&gt;in 2004 when I used to be the boss. Yes I put chocolate hearts&lt;br /&gt;in my sweater. Anyone else have a t-shirt to post? Hey it kinda&lt;br /&gt;goes w/Kamis theme.LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114236950552002167?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114236950552002167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114236950552002167&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114236950552002167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114236950552002167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/03/tinks-t-shirt-tuesday_14.html' title='Tink&apos;s T-shirt Tuesday'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114208783707083725</id><published>2006-03-11T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T06:37:17.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary</title><content type='html'>I came across this the other day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Think about this the next time you buy gasoline!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cindy Sheehan &amp; Chavez&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Venezuela Dictator Vows To Bring Down U.S. Government &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venezuela government is sole owner of Citgo gasoline company &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venezuela Dictator Hugo Chavez has vowed to bring down the U.S. government. &lt;br /&gt;Chavez, president of Venezuela, told a TV audience: "Enough of imperialist aggression;&lt;br /&gt;we must tell the world: down with the U.S. empire. We have to bury imperialism this century." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guest on his television program, beamed across Venezuela, was Cindy Sheehan, &lt;br /&gt;the antiwar activist. Chavez recently had as his guest Harry Belafonte, who called &lt;br /&gt;President Bush "the greatest terrorist in the world." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chavez is pushing a socialist revolution and has a close alliance with Cuban &lt;br /&gt;dictator Fidel Castro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of your feelings about the war in Iraq, the issue here is that we have &lt;br /&gt;a socialist dictator vowing to bring down the government of the U.S. And he is &lt;br /&gt;using our money to achieve his goal! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Venezuela government, run by dictator Chavez, sole owner of Citgo gas co. &lt;br /&gt;Sales of products at Citgo stations send money back to Chavez to help him in his vow &lt;br /&gt;to bring down our government. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Action &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please decide that you will not be shopping at a Citgo station.&lt;br /&gt;Why should U.S. citizens who love freedom be financing a dictator who has vowed to take &lt;br /&gt;down our government? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very important: Please forward this to your friends &lt;br /&gt;and family. Most people don't know that Citgo is &lt;br /&gt;owned by the Venezuela government.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114208783707083725?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114208783707083725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114208783707083725&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114208783707083725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114208783707083725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/03/scary.html' title='Scary'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114196516569713933</id><published>2006-03-09T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T20:32:45.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humor</title><content type='html'>I've had a REALLY REALLY bad day but I thought &lt;br /&gt;I'd share some humor instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever said something and then wished that you could immediately take the words back or crawl into a hole?&lt;br /&gt;Here are six testimonials of those who did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST TESTIMONY: &lt;br /&gt;I walked into a hair salon with my husband and three kids in tow and asked loudly, "How much do you charge for a shampoo and a blow job?" I turned around and walked back out and never went back. My husband didn't say a word...he knew better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND TESTIMONY: &lt;br /&gt;I was at the golf store comparing different kinds of golf balls. I was unhappy with the women's type I had been using. After browsing for several minutes, I was approached by one of the good-looking gentlemen who works at the store. He asked if he could help me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Without thinking, I looked at him and said, "I think I like playing with men's balls."      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRD TESTIMONY: &lt;br /&gt;My sister and I were at the mall and passed by a store that sold a variety of candy and nuts. As we were looking at the display case, the boy behind the counter asked if we needed any help. I replied, "No, I'm just looking at your nuts."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My sister started to laugh hysterically. The boy grinned, and I turned beet-red and walked away. To this day, my sister has never let me forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTH TESTIMONY: &lt;br /&gt;While in line at the bank one afternoon, my toddler decided to release some pent-up energy and run amok. I was finally able to grab hold of her after receiving looks of disgust and annoyance from other patrons. I told her that if she did not start behaving "right now" she would be punished.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To my horror, she looked me in the eye and said in a voice just as threatening, "If you don't let me go right now, I will tell Grandma that I saw you kissing Daddy's pee-pee last night!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The silence was deafening after this enlightening exchange. Even the tellers stopped what they were doing. I mustered up the last of my dignity and walked out of the bank with my daughter in tow. The last thing I heard when the door closed behind me, were screams of laughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTH TESTIMONY: &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever asked your child a question too many times? My three-year-old son had a lot of problems with potty training and I was on him constantly. One day, we stopped at Taco Bell for a quick lunch in between errands.  It was very busy, with a full dining room.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;While enjoying my taco, I smelled something funny, so of course I checked my seven-month-old daughter, and she was clean. Then realized that Danny had not asked to go potty in a while, so I asked him if he needed to go, and he said "No."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking "Oh Lord, that child has had an accident, and I don't have any clothes with me," so I said, "Danny, are you SURE you didn't have an accident?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"No," he replied.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I just KNEW that he must have had an accident, because the smell was getting worse. So, I asked one more time, "Danny, did you have an accident?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This time he jumped up, yanked down his pants, bent over and spread his cheeks and yelled "SEE MOM, IT'S JUST FARTS!!!" While 30 people nearly choked to death on their tacos laughing, he calmly pulled up his pants and sat down. An older couple made me feel better by thanking me for the best laugh they'd ever had! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST TESTIMONY: &lt;br /&gt;This had most of the state of Michigan laughing for two days and a very embarrassed female news anchor who will, in the future, likely think before she speaks. What happens when you predict snow but don't get any?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We had a female news anchor that, the day after it was supposed to have snowed and didn't, turned to the weatherman and asked: "So Bob, where's that 8 inches you promised me last night?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Not only did HE have to leave the set, but half the crew did too they were laughing so hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114196516569713933?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114196516569713933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114196516569713933&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114196516569713933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114196516569713933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/03/humor.html' title='Humor'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114188087835222082</id><published>2006-03-08T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T21:46:18.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAFETY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/1600/IMG_5311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/320/IMG_5311.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/1600/IMG_5308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/320/IMG_5308.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/1600/IMG_5309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/320/IMG_5309.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Is it my child has NO NO fear? C-man is ALL boy + some.&lt;br /&gt;He is always testing me, getting into things or doing something&lt;br /&gt;he knows damn well he shouldn't. I've NEVER been SO FREAKED &lt;br /&gt;out as I was Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were playing in the living room, when Christian starting screaming.&lt;br /&gt;I was no more than two feet away from him, getting Adayn out of &lt;br /&gt;something.When I looked over there was my angel stuck, he had &lt;br /&gt;been testing me &amp; kept getting on the window sill. Well sure&lt;br /&gt;enough he managed to fall &amp; got the wooden blinds cord&lt;br /&gt;wrapped around his neck twice. I lifted him up &amp; untangled him. &lt;br /&gt;I'm crying writing this, he was choking, his poor little neck had&lt;br /&gt;a HUGE red mark, and he was bawling. Once I got him calmed&lt;br /&gt;down &amp; put ice on his neck like he wanted, that's when it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;If I had been in another room my Christian wouldn't be here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the blind cord way up &amp; on a suction thing, but he&lt;br /&gt;jumped &amp; got it. I called daddy &amp; I couldn't calm down, well he spent &lt;br /&gt;Saturday &amp; Sunday re child proofing our home. I mean we had it pretty &lt;br /&gt;safe, but with my children, NOT ENOUGH. Then Monday while &lt;br /&gt;on the phone w/Kami for 1min 15 sec my children both&lt;br /&gt;managed to get in the lower oven. Adayn was all in there, while &lt;br /&gt;Christian stood on it so he could reach the buttons on the top &lt;br /&gt;oven to turn it on. WHY???? Since then I have control locks on all&lt;br /&gt;the appliances. I'm telling you this boy has jumped in a&lt;br /&gt;pool in October, Kami jumped in after him because I was&lt;br /&gt;inside feeding the baby. Needless to say we won't be getting&lt;br /&gt;a pool. That same month he was walking on a tarpe on a &lt;br /&gt;hottub &amp; fell in, ate a small lightbulb. I could go on &amp; on&lt;br /&gt;but I know you get where I'm coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm strong enough for this. I rebelled as a&lt;br /&gt;teenager &amp; did shit when I was a kid, but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-look over your home &amp; triple check the childproofing &lt;br /&gt;of your home PLEASE! Thanks for listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114188087835222082?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114188087835222082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114188087835222082&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114188087835222082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114188087835222082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/03/safety.html' title='SAFETY'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114179717252191118</id><published>2006-03-07T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T21:52:52.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tink's T-shirt Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/1600/IMG_5347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/200/IMG_5347.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/1600/IMG_5349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/200/IMG_5349.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know not as exciting as Titty Tuesdays...&lt;br /&gt;However, as a newbie in this blog world I'd&lt;br /&gt;thought I'd try something small first.LOL&lt;br /&gt;At least for now I'll be posting a new t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;every Tuesday &amp; you LMK yes or hell NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one Mr Dallas K got me today in their&lt;br /&gt;travels today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114179717252191118?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114179717252191118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114179717252191118&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114179717252191118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114179717252191118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/03/tinks-t-shirt-tuesday.html' title='Tink&apos;s T-shirt Tuesday'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114119091317816748</id><published>2006-02-28T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T21:28:33.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/1600/IMG_5288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/200/IMG_5288.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the stupid woman did to his hair. There's crazy Mr Dallas K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/1600/IMG_4950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/200/IMG_4950.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-man w/his wonderful hair w/curls in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/1600/IMG_5285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/200/IMG_5285.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-man thinking he had to hide his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How? Why? do they let people that cannot freakin cut hair&lt;br /&gt;correctly have a job? I mean C-man went to get a haircut &lt;br /&gt;Monday(yes the day he was supposed to start school) and&lt;br /&gt;they butchered the hell out of his precious hair. It is one &lt;br /&gt;thing to get a bad haircut, but I think on a child it's worse&lt;br /&gt;especially in today's society. My child is going(for real) to &lt;br /&gt;start his new prep-school tomorrow &amp; he has a jacked up &lt;br /&gt;haircut. Mr. Dallas K kept calling him "Chili Bowl" today. I mean&lt;br /&gt;come on how in the hell can you work @ a place cutting kids&lt;br /&gt;hair probaly 10 times a day &amp; get such a crappy haircut?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that like in beauty school 101. ERRRRRR!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114119091317816748?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114119091317816748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114119091317816748&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114119091317816748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114119091317816748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/02/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114101813220640809</id><published>2006-02-26T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:46:11.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C-man's leaving me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/1600/IMG_4579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/320/IMG_4579.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I finally did it. I enrolled my oldest son &lt;br /&gt;in school part-time. Tomorrow I'll be a &lt;br /&gt;basket case, luckily my good friend Kami&lt;br /&gt;will be going w/me to get through dropping&lt;br /&gt;off my baby. I've struggled w/the ideal of taking&lt;br /&gt;him because I felt that he was too young &amp; I felt&lt;br /&gt;like a failure as a parent for sending him to school&lt;br /&gt;part-time &amp; not @ home w/me. Daddy &amp; I have &lt;br /&gt;disagreed about it for over a year. I finally said I&lt;br /&gt;think he needs to go because my child is FEARLESS&lt;br /&gt;and gets bored quite a bit. I just want him to be &lt;br /&gt;challenged more than he is &amp; get to do some things&lt;br /&gt;that he may be missing due to younger sibling. People&lt;br /&gt;keep telling me it's good for him &amp; me. Why have I been&lt;br /&gt;crying all weekend then? I don't know if I'll be able to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this WTF is all this paperwork? Is this normal?&lt;br /&gt;I've filled out over a dozen forms. Consent to use wipe their&lt;br /&gt;ass, no biting, to give saline drops, to view video(hello like&lt;br /&gt;they're gonna show inappropriate crap). I was supposed to&lt;br /&gt;even get a notary to sign stuff, SHIT!. Oh and I even have to have &lt;br /&gt;a doctors note for OTC meds. BLAH BLAH BLAH, have that many&lt;br /&gt;schools been sued? In todays society is it all about compliance?&lt;br /&gt;They may even need blood.LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114101813220640809?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114101813220640809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114101813220640809&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114101813220640809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114101813220640809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/02/c-mans-leaving-me.html' title='C-man&apos;s leaving me.'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114092992065352731</id><published>2006-02-25T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T20:58:40.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Today I went to a friend of mine's kiddos birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Actually we call her Adayn(my one year olds) girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, she loves him, always kisses on him. Well&lt;br /&gt;there were two women there that I guess weren't very&lt;br /&gt;fond of me. They kept giving me the up &amp; down look.&lt;br /&gt;The one lady let her boys who were probaly 5+ yell&lt;br /&gt;@ my 2 1/2 year old being really shitty. Then the other &lt;br /&gt;one who had been looking bitchy @ me the whole party&lt;br /&gt;was leaving &amp; her &amp; her daughter kept the back door&lt;br /&gt;open letting my Adayn almost get out. Well my ass went&lt;br /&gt;running only to fall fucking hard on my ass, hurting my&lt;br /&gt;wrist bad. They kept the door open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was w/Kamster @ Target &amp; had one of those &lt;br /&gt;big ass carts so both my boys could sit in. Although C-man&lt;br /&gt;walked w/Nik the whole time. Well I got so many stares &amp; even&lt;br /&gt;comments like"OMG I can't believe she would have her baby in there&lt;br /&gt;like that". WTF Hi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived in Texas since I was in third grade &amp; let me tell you &lt;br /&gt;women are fucking caddy bitches. I guess that's why I havn't&lt;br /&gt;had a girl friend until recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is this WHY the fuck are women so mean &amp; critical of&lt;br /&gt;other women. My neighborhood is full of stuck-up bitches.&lt;br /&gt;I mean I go to the park w/my neighbor. Most of the women talk&lt;br /&gt;to him, but they give me the fuck you look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen we aren't enemies. I don't want your man!!! Just be fucking &lt;br /&gt;courtious GAWD!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114092992065352731?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114092992065352731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114092992065352731&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114092992065352731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114092992065352731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/02/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114088472991140950</id><published>2006-02-25T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T08:25:29.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Title</title><content type='html'>Ok as some of you already know I still am a virgin&lt;br /&gt;@ blogging. I still have many issues to figure&lt;br /&gt;out, especially on this Mac. I would like opinions&lt;br /&gt;on my title please:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies Peace&lt;br /&gt;Tink's Wink's&lt;br /&gt;Tink's Paradise&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies &amp; Fairies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or other thoughts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114088472991140950?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114088472991140950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114088472991140950&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114088472991140950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114088472991140950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/02/title.html' title='Title'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114084452722959234</id><published>2006-02-24T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T22:23:56.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer</title><content type='html'>Why can't we find a cure? Have ya'll heard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.abc.net.au/news/newsitems/200602/s1578376.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Approximately one in seven American women will be diagnosed with breast cancer in her lifetime and more than two million Americans are living with breast cancer today," Crow said. "I am joining the more than 200,000 women who will be diagnosed with breast cancer this year."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114084452722959234?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114084452722959234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114084452722959234&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114084452722959234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114084452722959234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/02/cancer.html' title='Cancer'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114076176543843095</id><published>2006-02-23T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T22:21:09.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's the man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.harrisonfordweb.com/cgi-bin/imageFolio.cgi?action=view&amp;link=Movie_Premieres/Firewall/Australia&amp;image=austrailia012.jpg&amp;img=&amp;tt="&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.harrisonfordweb.com/cgi-bin/imageFolio.cgi?action=view&amp;link=Movie_Premieres/Firewall/Australia&amp;image=austrailia012.jpg&amp;img=&amp;tt=" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved Harrison Ford ever since I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember going to the theatre &amp; watching&lt;br /&gt;"Raiders of the Lost Arc". Anyway, tonight we went&lt;br /&gt;and saw Firewall. No it's not anywhere near as good&lt;br /&gt;as Patriot Games but I liked it. He's in my top two &lt;br /&gt;male actors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114076176543843095?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114076176543843095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114076176543843095&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114076176543843095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114076176543843095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/02/hes-man.html' title='He&apos;s the man'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114056181296537737</id><published>2006-02-21T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T14:43:32.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>College</title><content type='html'>Ok I'm no saint, nor prude. However, this kinda&lt;br /&gt;shocked me a little bit. Maybe it's just me. I mean&lt;br /&gt;we had sex-education &amp; in college took Anthropology&lt;br /&gt;which opened my eyes to traditions in some cultures &lt;br /&gt;that would not be ok in our culture(At least the &lt;br /&gt;half-sane people). However, this caught my eye &lt;br /&gt;and I wondered is it me or is this a bit much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.thepittsburghchannel.com/education/7162794/detail.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114056181296537737?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114056181296537737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114056181296537737&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114056181296537737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114056181296537737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/02/college.html' title='College'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-114044362450802975</id><published>2006-02-20T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T05:53:44.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/1600/IMG_4961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/320/IMG_4961.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Kami's birthday(otherwise known as Mrs. Dallas K).&lt;br /&gt;Let's all wish her a Happy Birthday. I'm sure they had several&lt;br /&gt;drinks this weekend in celebration. I have to get more pictures&lt;br /&gt;of my friend, she usually is taking the pictures @ the events we&lt;br /&gt;go to. I'm usually the one running after my active kiddos, so not&lt;br /&gt;much time for snapping. Happy Birthday to you longhorn MILF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-114044362450802975?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/114044362450802975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=114044362450802975&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114044362450802975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/114044362450802975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-113907229782356762</id><published>2006-02-14T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T21:49:22.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/1600/DSC00081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/320/DSC00081.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/1600/DSC00135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3786/2139/320/DSC00135.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-113907229782356762?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/113907229782356762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=113907229782356762&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/113907229782356762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/113907229782356762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day!'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961803.post-113985189920936515</id><published>2006-02-13T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T10:00:27.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-gift</title><content type='html'>Ok I'm still having some computer issues&lt;br /&gt;so I may be slow to start. However, I have&lt;br /&gt;a question. Is it rude to re-gift? What if&lt;br /&gt;@ your kiddos birthday they received three of the&lt;br /&gt;same toy and it was easier to re-gift than&lt;br /&gt;to return. What if you didn't really like the gift&lt;br /&gt;a family member gave you for Christmas and didn't&lt;br /&gt;want to hurt their feelings so you gave it to someone&lt;br /&gt;else. Or someone from work gave you alcohol you &lt;br /&gt;couldn't stand and another collegue loved so you &lt;br /&gt;put back in the bag.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask you this:&lt;br /&gt;  Is it ok to re-gift?&lt;br /&gt;  Why or why not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21961803-113985189920936515?l=candy33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/feeds/113985189920936515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21961803&amp;postID=113985189920936515&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/113985189920936515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21961803/posts/default/113985189920936515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candy33.blogspot.com/2006/02/re-gift.html' title='Re-gift'/><author><name>Tink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06368480339002691397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry></feed>
