<?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-18614575</id><updated>2011-12-12T22:51:36.857-05:00</updated><category term='grab bag'/><category term='seo'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='reading'/><category term='ppp'/><category term='movies'/><category term='food'/><category term='mac'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='internet'/><category term='political'/><category term='random'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='rants'/><category term='sick'/><category term='tv'/><category term='dating'/><category term='horses'/><category term='stupid people'/><category term='computers'/><category term='work'/><category term='deal'/><category term='kids'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Be Fearless</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-4839071908637825946</id><published>2011-08-05T23:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T23:51:30.096-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Self-Discovery</title><content type='html'>Through conversation today at work, I remembered that I had a blogger blog. Tonight I sat down and read it end-to-start. I laughed, I cried, but mostly I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;identified&lt;/span&gt; with the author. That was amazing. I've changed so much in the past few years, but somehow I've managed to stay exactly the same. I haven't enjoyed reading something so much in a long time. For once, being self-absorbed doesn't seem so wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-4839071908637825946?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/4839071908637825946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=4839071908637825946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/4839071908637825946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/4839071908637825946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2011/08/self-discovery.html' title='Self-Discovery'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-5962987336389032399</id><published>2009-06-04T22:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:46:00.454-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Bing!</title><content type='html'>An interesting point was brought up today about the glory &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wisdom&lt;/span&gt; of Bing. I know Microsoft wants to recreate Google and have their own verb in the marketplace, but Bing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who in their right mind is going to Bing themselves? Hey, how about we Bing that? Did you Bing it? How about a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-date Bing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice, I'd say a swing and a miss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-5962987336389032399?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/5962987336389032399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=5962987336389032399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5962987336389032399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5962987336389032399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2009/06/bing.html' title='Bing!'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-8626860697255466991</id><published>2007-11-10T21:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T21:59:24.369-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>The Buckeyes got beat today. Where I live, Buckeyes Football is a big deal. Everything stands still during the game. And today's game, well it sucked. It didn't look like they even showed up to play. I wanted to stop watching after the third quarter - and I should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that we are going to CLOBBER Michigan next week is little consolation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-8626860697255466991?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/8626860697255466991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=8626860697255466991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/8626860697255466991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/8626860697255466991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/11/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-7606182285954616230</id><published>2007-11-07T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:20:15.029-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>When a Stranger Calls Back</title><content type='html'>The whole family went to the YMCA for a little workout tonight. As we were leaving, I ran into a guy I went to college with. I did a little running around with him and his friend Bob. I even went out with Bob a few times. I'd tell you his name, but the funny thing is I DON'T REMEMBER! I had several classes with this guy and we were friends, but his name completely escapes me. I think I faked it good enough for now, but he wanted my number to catch up more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight my phone rang and it was him. More faking. I seriously gave this a lot of thought. We made plans to all meet sometime to hang out. Now what am I going to do?! I've even been to this guy's house before. I added him to my phonebook as 'guy I went to school with'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update! His name is Steve. - I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-7606182285954616230?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/7606182285954616230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=7606182285954616230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/7606182285954616230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/7606182285954616230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-stranger-calls-back.html' title='When a Stranger Calls Back'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-6935837882808394539</id><published>2007-10-31T20:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T20:59:10.189-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Beggar's Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chart/1810855084/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; FLOAT: left; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2373/1810855084_ec397e961f_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trick or Treat&lt;br /&gt;Smell my feet&lt;br /&gt;Give me something good to eat.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, you can bet&lt;br /&gt;I'll post your address on the Internet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chart/1810700909/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; FLOAT: left; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2111/1810700909_a6563f07cc_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people decided to trick-or-treat from their vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;There should be some law against that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-6935837882808394539?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/6935837882808394539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=6935837882808394539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6935837882808394539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6935837882808394539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/10/beggar-night.html' title='Beggar&apos;s Night'/><author><name>Christi</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2373/1810855084_ec397e961f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-9112841429382386842</id><published>2007-10-29T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T22:22:25.594-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>A Decade</title><content type='html'>My oldest turned 10 yesterday. Seems like just yesterday he was born. I was 18 and terrified. I was a couple of months into a marriage that wasn't going so well and I had no support system. At least not a very functional one. My mother wasn't really talking to me. I was 17 and a senior in high school when I got pregnant. And on the honor roll. And on my way to college with a full-ride scholarship. She wasn't very happy. Now, I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years and one very messy divorce later, everything has turned out ok. As much as I hated my mother for not being there when I needed her most, I've forgiven her. What I was really angry about was that I knew she was doing the wrong thing. What I didn't know was that she didn't know it was the wrong thing. I thought that she should have all the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing that I have learned in the last 10 years is that parents never have all the answers. All we can do is the very best that we know how with what we have. So I am constantly trying to forgive my parents for mistakes I think they made. Mistakes that I am sure they agonized about the same way I agonize about every decision I make. I hope some day my oldest will come to this same conclusion. And with the turbulent teenage years coming up, I hope he chooses to forgive me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-9112841429382386842?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/9112841429382386842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=9112841429382386842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/9112841429382386842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/9112841429382386842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/10/decade.html' title='A Decade'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-4208572155422367413</id><published>2007-10-25T22:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T22:16:12.045-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Ok, So I'm a Cow</title><content type='html'>I've gained 15 pounds in the last year and I don't care. Now I know I've become my mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-4208572155422367413?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/4208572155422367413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=4208572155422367413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/4208572155422367413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/4208572155422367413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/10/ok-so-im-cow.html' title='Ok, So I&apos;m a Cow'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-7183412223838130981</id><published>2007-10-22T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T21:48:01.371-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I'm a Gummi Bear - Best Video - EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;If you haven't seen this, you are missing out! There are lots of versions, my personal fav is the German one, but here it is in English...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/up5MrjeRiFw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/up5MrjeRiFw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-7183412223838130981?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/7183412223838130981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=7183412223838130981' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/7183412223838130981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/7183412223838130981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/10/best-video-ever.html' title='I&apos;m a Gummi Bear - Best Video - EVER'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-7740603512662352079</id><published>2007-10-20T00:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T00:17:30.086-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><title type='text'>A Little Housecleaning</title><content type='html'>Well I finally took some time to work on this thing. I changed the colors of this blog a few weeks ago to reflect that it is now fall.  I've added some new widgets. Some will stay, some will go. It was fun making Blogger do things it didn't want to do. Look for more changes to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-7740603512662352079?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/7740603512662352079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=7740603512662352079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/7740603512662352079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/7740603512662352079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-housecleaning.html' title='A Little Housecleaning'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-4242213421591284314</id><published>2007-10-19T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T21:53:30.172-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>A Small Treat</title><content type='html'>I like to think I'm snacking healthy. I work at a desk all day so I snack a lot more than I should. I'm averaging 10 pounds heavier than I was when I started my job two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to eat from the vending machine, but they raised their prices. And usually have crappy food. I've tried hard candy, mini muffins, mints, and a host of other things. I thought I hit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pay dirt&lt;/span&gt; when I found the &lt;a href="http://www.hostesscakes.com/minimuffins.asp"&gt;100 calorie bags of mini muffins&lt;/a&gt;. Except there are FOUR muffins in a bag. So I had to eat two bags. So now we are up to 200 calories and they cost about 10 times more. And I'm still hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to venture out with &lt;a href="http://www.nabiscoworld.com/100caloriepacks/"&gt;Nabisco's 100 Calorie Healthy Snacks.&lt;/a&gt; I got the Chips Ahoy kind. I didn't expect much. However.... they were great! They were lots of them in the bag, they crunched, and the taste was exactly like the real thing. I just wish they made them in a bigger box so they didn't cost a fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Definitely&lt;/span&gt; worth a try if you are trying to cut back on snacking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-4242213421591284314?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/4242213421591284314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=4242213421591284314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/4242213421591284314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/4242213421591284314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/10/small-treat.html' title='A Small Treat'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-8006448094608604176</id><published>2007-10-15T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:18:35.734-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Personality Disorder</title><content type='html'>I've never been fond of birthday celebrations. It possibly stems from not having many birthday parties as a child. I know there were a few, I've seen pictures of me as a baby. I don't personally remember any from my childhood. I don't like cake and I hate the pressure of the candles. I've had a few parties for the kids, but I'd much rather just get them a bigger present and forgo the party. So, they are doomed to repeat my pattern -- but at least they get presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the birthday. I went to dinner with my grandma out of obligation (her birthday is tomorrow). My middle child blabbed to the waitress and I was forced to endure the dreaded server singing. I could have choked her. I tried to be a good sport, but all I really want for my birthday is to be left alone for a few hours and not have to deal with a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of my day: That same middle daughter, who was obsessed with my birthday, asked how old I was. I answered 20-something (fill in the something with the right number, I'm not telling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "WOW! That's not so good."   --- Exactly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-8006448094608604176?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/8006448094608604176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=8006448094608604176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/8006448094608604176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/8006448094608604176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/10/personality-disorder.html' title='Personality Disorder'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-574733572995402681</id><published>2007-10-11T19:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T19:49:57.808-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The Truth Fairy</title><content type='html'>I'm barely awake this morning and the almost-10-year-old sticks a baggie under my nose. Inside was a tooth. As I'm wondering where the heck he found a tooth he goes: "AH - HA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told you there was no tooth fairy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking fast, but not that fast, I realize he lost the tooth the day before and didn't tell me to test his theory. I shushed him because his sisters were in the room. When they left, he went over his master plan with me, grinning from ear to ear. He caught me. I briefly considered coming up with a lie to keep him believing, but in a moment of weakness I decided he was old enough to know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, so you caught me, I am the tooth fairy," I tell him. "But you're the genius who is out two bucks!" His smile starts to fade as he catches on. He decided he still believes in Santa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-574733572995402681?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/574733572995402681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=574733572995402681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/574733572995402681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/574733572995402681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/10/truth-fairy.html' title='The Truth Fairy'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-1543784014436148655</id><published>2007-10-10T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T19:00:20.706-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ppp'/><title type='text'>Pack Rat</title><content type='html'>I am a saver. I married the opposite. I save papers, toys, clothes, EVERYTHING. I have every school paper ever done by all three children. Considering I have a 4th grader, that is a lot. A few years back I finally threw away MY old school papers. From high school that is. I'm keeping the college stuff. You never know when I might want to become an accountant or a psychologist. Or maybe I can treat myself for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storage is a problem. Right now I have a million 'green totes' - filled and stacked in the basement. They hold all the clothes the kids ever wore, books, computer parts (those ARE the hubby's). You name it and you can find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day I'd like a garage. Not for my truck, but for this stuff, it's kind of cool: &lt;a href="http://www.carguygarage.com/"&gt;storage solutions&lt;/a&gt; (totally sponsored link, but still cool stuff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yp6cbq" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-1543784014436148655?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/1543784014436148655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=1543784014436148655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/1543784014436148655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/1543784014436148655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/10/pack-rat.html' title='Pack Rat'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-7193541018478395818</id><published>2007-10-10T20:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T20:05:59.019-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Time Off</title><content type='html'>I took a vacation day today to help my mom find something to wear to my brother's wedding this weekend. Vacation days are cherished because (1) I only get 10 a year,  (2) I do not get sick time, so if one of us gets sick, I have to take a vacation, and (3) I need to save 5 days for the county fair the first week of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I also did 5 loads of laundry, the dishes, and various other cleaning. I can't wait to go back to work so I can get a freaking break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-7193541018478395818?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/7193541018478395818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=7193541018478395818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/7193541018478395818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/7193541018478395818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/10/time-off.html' title='Time Off'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-6029698269415271072</id><published>2007-10-09T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:12:53.913-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>A Lot is Two Words</title><content type='html'>Little things irk me. I'm what you'd call high-maintenance, inflexible, and generally just a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a teacher in the 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade whose mission was to teach the world that 'a lot' was two words and not one. She failed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-6029698269415271072?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/6029698269415271072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=6029698269415271072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6029698269415271072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6029698269415271072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/10/lot-is-two-words.html' title='A Lot is Two Words'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-5557489272204202777</id><published>2007-10-09T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:07:17.693-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Vonage Sucks Too</title><content type='html'>After my last &lt;a href="http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-hate-verizon.html"&gt;frustrating experience with Verizon&lt;/a&gt;, I decided to sign up for Vonage. With a promise of a modem appearing at my door in 2 business days and a month free service, I was excited to be rid of long-time loser, Verizon (formerly GTE). I had to pay at $42 setup fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was two weeks ago. Still no modem. I called to cancel. Well, turns out I have to call yet another phone number that is only open limited hours. I couldn't cancel with the same people I placed the order with. And they still have my $42.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I hate all phone companies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-5557489272204202777?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/5557489272204202777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=5557489272204202777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5557489272204202777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5557489272204202777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/10/vonage-sucks-too.html' title='Vonage Sucks Too'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-4317071308949035228</id><published>2007-10-08T20:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T20:38:46.375-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><title type='text'>I Stare in Amazement</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When someone posts something like this in a blog...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For those of you who told me I'd never make anything of myself and those of&lt;br /&gt;you who tried to knock me down every time I tried to get up (and for those of&lt;br /&gt;you reading this that really should have no business doing it)...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It makes you wonder if they do not understand what a blog is. If you don't want to share it, then find a way to keep your mouth shut - or don't post it on the Internet. Seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-4317071308949035228?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/4317071308949035228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=4317071308949035228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/4317071308949035228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/4317071308949035228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-stare-in-amazement.html' title='I Stare in Amazement'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-6932989388348324936</id><published>2007-10-06T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T19:14:59.164-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Loan Sharks</title><content type='html'>270 days. That is how long one can go without paying on their student loans before &lt;a href="http://nelnet.com/"&gt;these people &lt;/a&gt;really get pissed. I was one of the lucky ones, I left school only owing $3600 -- well plus another 4 grand on a credit card. After I got a real job, it was time to start paying those loans. At first I was ok with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chart/757963545/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chart/1338640885/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chart/1389454024/in/photostream/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, and pretty soon the last thing I wanted to spend my money on was my student loans. I heard stories about people who owed on them for years and no big deal. So I started throwing the statements away. I figured if I had any money left at the end of the month... well that day didn't come. I'm the type of person who spends $1.25 for every $1 I make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well eventually they did get really angry. And they started talking about garnishing my wages! How embarrassing! So, ok, I paid them their money and they are happy and I get one less pair of shoes a month. I actually had to argue with them that no, I haven't really fallen on hard times - I just am really bad at prioritizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in case you ever wondered, you can go 270 days, but not a second more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-6932989388348324936?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/6932989388348324936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=6932989388348324936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6932989388348324936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6932989388348324936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/10/loan-sharks.html' title='Loan Sharks'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-7509527076103835882</id><published>2007-10-03T20:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T20:51:36.714-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Ask Yourself Punk - Are you Feeling Lucky?</title><content type='html'>I seriously hate asking for salt at Wendy's or McDonalds and being gifted with 10 packets in my bag. Who needs 10 packets of salt for one medium fry? For that matter, who needs 10 packets of salt - EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some other ways to annoy me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I am going 33 mph in a 35, ride my ass because those extra 2 mph make THAT MUCH of a difference. The speed limit is exactly that, a limit, not the minimum you can go. You know what trying to rush me does? It makes me go slower. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you call my cell phone and I don't answer because, hey, I might be talking to someone more important... call back continuously until I give up and answer out of sheer annoyance... Then ask me casually: "whatcha doing?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leave the cordless phone off the charger so that every time I try to use it, it dies 5 minutes into the call.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wear your shoes on my very light-colored carpet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rev your motorcycle for 10 minutes outside my house at 3am. Yea, you are cool, and the whole street hopes you get hit by a bus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drink my pop and then act flabbergasted when I announce it disappeared. Yea, it emptied itself and then walked in the recycling bin. That's a die-hard environmentalist.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Switch my chair at work and then laugh when I spend all week looking for the one that has my butt-print in it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pull out in front of me and THEN TURN 50 feet down the road. Why do people do this?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wait until I walk away from my computer and then turn it off, forcing me to wait for it to boot every time I want to do something. Do it in the name of power-conservation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell me that I can't possibly be correct because you are an expert in the field. And then have absolutely no facts to back up your point. You are right because you say so, I get it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-7509527076103835882?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/7509527076103835882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=7509527076103835882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/7509527076103835882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/7509527076103835882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/10/ask-yourself-punk-are-you-feeling-lucky.html' title='Ask Yourself Punk - Are you Feeling Lucky?'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-3791417137948854195</id><published>2007-09-27T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T21:50:28.135-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>A Tad Disappointed</title><content type='html'>I was so excited for premier week. &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/privatepractice/index"&gt;Private Practice&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/greysanatomy/index"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spin off&lt;/span&gt;, was a super-hyped disappointment. Instead of the passion seen from Grey's, it was more like a cheap &lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0252019/"&gt;Strong Medicine&lt;/a&gt;. Where the hell is Addison's fire? She gets a new show and an extreme personality makeover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey's is half over and also a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt;. I realize these kids have to find their adolescence, but it seems like the writers were asleep in this episode. Not leaving anything to chance, Izzy is a complete flake, Christina is mean, and Meredith's sister has completely become who she was last year. I sure hope it gets better than this. At this point, even I can predict the plot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-3791417137948854195?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/3791417137948854195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=3791417137948854195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/3791417137948854195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/3791417137948854195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/09/tad-disappointed.html' title='A Tad Disappointed'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-2361792617357281211</id><published>2007-09-26T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T22:39:03.389-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>I Hate Verizon</title><content type='html'>A month ago I changed my calling plan online to one that better suits our needs. Actually, the only thing I use my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;landline&lt;/span&gt; for is send the occasional fax once a week from home. Seriously. So instead of paying $50+ a month, I'd like to pay $20. No-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;brainer&lt;/span&gt; right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well fast-forward to this month's bill. Still $50+ Called their helpful number to change service. Well... the only thing I could do there was UPGRADE. In order to select a lesser package, I have to call back and be put on hold for forever.... during the day. The daytime when I am at work. So how is that possible? Exactly. Time to dump &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Verizon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-2361792617357281211?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/2361792617357281211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=2361792617357281211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/2361792617357281211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/2361792617357281211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-hate-verizon.html' title='I Hate Verizon'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-4574294557436589061</id><published>2007-09-20T19:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T19:03:47.766-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Brat Hart</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m89NxNUwYyU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m89NxNUwYyU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to test the slow motion on the camcorder... but not how she wanted me to do it. Yes, that is her swinging at me in the end. This is typically how my night goes. A better parent would have put the camcorder down, but I wanted to share what I get to see every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-4574294557436589061?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/4574294557436589061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=4574294557436589061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/4574294557436589061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/4574294557436589061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/09/brat-hart.html' title='Brat Hart'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-5931456297577321194</id><published>2007-09-19T22:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T22:39:24.170-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Rebuilding</title><content type='html'>While the new computer is nice and fast and pure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Having to install all the stupid software I need sucks. Finding the CDs sucks worse. Must.Get.Organized.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-5931456297577321194?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/5931456297577321194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=5931456297577321194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5931456297577321194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5931456297577321194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/09/rebuilding.html' title='Rebuilding'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-33983812904130112</id><published>2007-09-17T21:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T21:17:48.526-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>The Saga Continues...</title><content type='html'>So I was flying high when I got my &lt;a href="http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-getting-older.html"&gt;new camcorder&lt;/a&gt; the other day. Well that lasted until I tried to burn my first DVD. And my second.. and the third.. and well you get the point. Notice I said 'tried'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a half-dozen coasters, the new camcorder was about to get chucked out the window that was so conveniently placed in my office for just these occasions. I consulted the book. And the digital manual. And the web. Well, then I got a little smarter. I read the freaking box. Turns out my dinosaur (circa 2005) of a computer didn't have enough (insert male anatomy part here) to handle it. We're talking Sony proprietary software -- not even something made by Pinnacle or Adobe. Nice. Thanks, dear hubby, for talking me into the AMD back then to save a few bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then my options were to (1) take back the camcorder, (2) keep it and never watch the movies I recorded, or (3) get a new system. Guess what I picked? HELLO Core 2 Duo :) So, since I haven't had a chance to install any software to bog it down, I feel like I'm flying. And the videos.. look great on DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is getting the kids to get off their butts and do something video-worthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-33983812904130112?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/33983812904130112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=33983812904130112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/33983812904130112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/33983812904130112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/09/saga-continues.html' title='The Saga Continues...'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-1871161668771836051</id><published>2007-09-16T22:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T22:22:03.524-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Why I'm always so Grouchy</title><content type='html'>This is why sane people start drinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gUxt4eIuc1Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gUxt4eIuc1Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-1871161668771836051?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/1871161668771836051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=1871161668771836051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/1871161668771836051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/1871161668771836051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-im-always-so-grouchy.html' title='Why I&apos;m always so Grouchy'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-6294512943033863216</id><published>2007-09-15T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T23:48:46.057-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mac'/><title type='text'>On Getting Older</title><content type='html'>A few years back, right after divorce #1, I started a tradition of buying gifts for myself. I had never allowed myself selfish purchases before because, well we were poor. My first gift was a digital camera for my first Valentine's Day alone in 2003. It was a &lt;a href="http://www.dcresource.com/reviews/kodak/ls443-review/"&gt;Kodak LS 443 &lt;/a&gt;and yes, I paid $500 for it. That was an enormous amount of money for me, but I saved and paid cash. I was ROCKIN' with 4MP and a great zoom. I still have that camera today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year for my birthday I traded my MacMini to the husband and some cash for a new camcorder. I wanted the &lt;a href="http://www.camcorderinfo.com/content/Sony-DCR-SR300-First-Impressions-Review.htm"&gt;Sony SR300&lt;/a&gt;, but they didn't stock it in the store and I wanted it today, so I settled for the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sony-HDR-SR5-Definition-Camcorder-Optical/dp/B000PQH1YW"&gt;HDR-SR5&lt;/a&gt;. I'm still deciding if it will make it past the 14 day period when I can take it back, but so far so good. Now I need a new processor because these videos make mine chug ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It helped that I used the excuse that my little brother is getting married next month and I'd like to tape it for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-6294512943033863216?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/6294512943033863216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=6294512943033863216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6294512943033863216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6294512943033863216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-getting-older.html' title='On Getting Older'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-182192834965851296</id><published>2007-09-12T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T21:26:42.532-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Walk Away While You Can</title><content type='html'>In a desperate attempt to keep my head above water, I've been avoiding the computer at home. It's my old friend that offers me comfort, but I don't want that. Really, I just want to be angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the brief:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;** Edited for Safety **&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to do the dishes way too much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I survived the Popcorn Festival (by not going) and taking all three kids to another county's fair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dan and I might work things out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not be a homeowner either way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family really pisses me off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm trying to re-establish a relationship with my bio-dad. My hunch is I'll get hurt again. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My kids have too much homework.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate cleaning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need about 10 more hours in each day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I had all the answers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm going to try to find the lighter side, in the hopes that you all haven't run for the hills.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-182192834965851296?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/182192834965851296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=182192834965851296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/182192834965851296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/182192834965851296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/09/walk-away-while-you-can.html' title='Walk Away While You Can'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-6299445351956696732</id><published>2007-08-15T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T22:34:22.699-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Flirting with the Bright Side</title><content type='html'>First, thank you everyone for your support. It helps to know I'm not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling at ease today. Less overwhelmed. I'm trying to complete the loan papers for the house. It's tempting to ignore it, but it has to be done. The funny thing is.. 3 kids and 2 husbands later... I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; not sure I'm ready to make the kind of commitment it takes to buy a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My priorities are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; screwed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-6299445351956696732?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/6299445351956696732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=6299445351956696732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6299445351956696732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6299445351956696732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/08/flirting-with-bright-side.html' title='Flirting with the Bright Side'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-6130043985142190681</id><published>2007-08-14T22:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T22:42:57.104-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Needing some Cheese</title><content type='html'>Well today didn't go all that bad. But I'm still going to whine a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like my world is falling apart. I know this is what I wanted. It doesn't really make it all that much easier. I try not to get all dark and personal here, but I'm concerned. I know that I'm not sad about losing someone who I was supposed to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wonder... when was the last time I said I loved someone and really meant it? And have I actually ever? I just don't know if I'll ever let someone in. But the first step is admitting the problem, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem, folks, is me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-6130043985142190681?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/6130043985142190681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=6130043985142190681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6130043985142190681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6130043985142190681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/08/needing-some-cheese.html' title='Needing some Cheese'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-6291721255815929024</id><published>2007-08-13T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:02:40.686-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The End...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so we have court tomorrow. It's going to be ugly. and nasty. and I hate it already.  I'm going to bed, but if you see this, wish me luck, patience, and a whole lotta Valium.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-6291721255815929024?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/6291721255815929024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=6291721255815929024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6291721255815929024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6291721255815929024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/08/end.html' title='The End...'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-1541627756420806100</id><published>2007-08-06T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T23:19:49.270-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Famous Quotes</title><content type='html'>In honor of my BFF, Amanda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The best part about having a boyfriend... is always knowing where you left your underpants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-1541627756420806100?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/1541627756420806100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=1541627756420806100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/1541627756420806100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/1541627756420806100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/08/famous-quotes.html' title='Famous Quotes'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-6739734327496031460</id><published>2007-08-05T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T22:12:38.519-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Red Ex</title><content type='html'>Today I followed a red Ford Explorer with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;above&lt;/span&gt;-named personalized plates. We went over an overpass where they stopped at every.single.pothole. to navigate around. Then they went a good 15 mph under the posted 35 mph down a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;residential&lt;/span&gt; street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I understand being cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they turned - a hard fast right turn - without USING THEIR TURN SIGNAL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-6739734327496031460?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/6739734327496031460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=6739734327496031460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6739734327496031460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6739734327496031460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/08/red-ex.html' title='Red Ex'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-193207763342947</id><published>2007-07-31T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T23:33:47.670-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Public Service Announcement</title><content type='html'>My sister is going to be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to start off with that because that is the important part. Saturday night / Sunday morning she was a passenger in a very bad car accident that was the result of two dumb girls getting drunk and driving in the fog with no seat belts. They hit a tree. Head. On. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will both be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparing the details, we knew this would happen someday. She is 21 and has a serious problem with alcohol and likely other drugs. We knew it was when, not if. And there wasn't a damn thing we could do about it. This is the third car she has had a part in totalling in 3 months. All booze-related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, if you pray, please pray for her and her friend to learn from this. And please pray that people stop getting into vehicles and driving drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please talk to your kids about it. Even if they are too young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-193207763342947?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/193207763342947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=193207763342947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/193207763342947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/193207763342947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/07/public-service-announcement.html' title='Public Service Announcement'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-6517000318439170988</id><published>2007-07-26T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T21:13:04.603-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>You don't want to be with me...&lt;br /&gt;...but you're pissed that I don't want to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's convince me to stay by being the biggest ass possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-6517000318439170988?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/6517000318439170988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=6517000318439170988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6517000318439170988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6517000318439170988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/07/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-3314797869691993288</id><published>2007-07-17T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T23:24:49.909-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Good Intentions</title><content type='html'>The kids and I had a busy weekend that included &lt;a href="http://www.chuckecheese.com/"&gt;Chuck E Cheese&lt;/a&gt;, the park, and the &lt;a href="http://www.colszoo.org/"&gt;zoo&lt;/a&gt;. I found a cell phone at the park. It was a nice, newer Verizon phone. After asking around and not finding the owner, I called the home number on it in an attempt to return the phone. I also called the last number dialed when the home number didn't answer. The lady at that number gave me the owner's home address and asked me to drive it there! I eventually got a call back from the owner and she was coming back to the park to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she showed up and I handed her the phone, she barely grunted a 'thanks' and peeled away. How dare I inconvenience her by making her drive all the way back to the park for her forgotten cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I instantly wished that I had friends in Europe that I could have called on her dime. Ungrateful hag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-3314797869691993288?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/3314797869691993288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=3314797869691993288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/3314797869691993288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/3314797869691993288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-intentions.html' title='Good Intentions'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-5375878997559529208</id><published>2007-07-16T23:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:44:27.421-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Have Your Pet Spayed or Neutered</title><content type='html'>In light of my almost-single status, I thought I'd share my favorite bad-date story. Shortly after divorce #1 I started talking to a guy in one of my classes at school. He was a few years older and divorced himself. Not all that great-looking, but I just wanted to get back in the game. I took him up on his offer to have a quick bite at McDonalds one night after class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically at this point we knew each other's names, family situations, and career plans. That was about it. As we were ordering he looked me dead in the eyes and with a straight face asked, "I just have to know, are you fixed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stalled for time and tried to figure out what the hell he was asking exactly, and why. He tried to clarify, "I just wanted to know because you have two kids and I want kids of my own someday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say that was our first, and last, date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-5375878997559529208?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/5375878997559529208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=5375878997559529208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5375878997559529208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5375878997559529208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/07/have-your-pet-spayed-or-neutered.html' title='Have Your Pet Spayed or Neutered'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-8043138727341890896</id><published>2007-07-14T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T23:09:41.959-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>False Advertising</title><content type='html'>Megan has a new bed. Why, at 3, she is finally getting a toddler bed is a long story that starts with the fact her never-slept-in crib converts and ends with her father doesn't want her to grow up so he won't convert it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought &lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com/catalog/product.do?product_id=4359230"&gt;a handy little bed&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WalMart&lt;/span&gt;. The box CLEARLY said 'easy to assemble'. I figured after wrangling it out of the store with Megan in tow and no help from the employees, putting it together would be a snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well they obviously meant it was easy to assemble if you are an engineer or a carpenter or even just someone who has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vague&lt;/span&gt; understanding of WHAT THE HELL TO DO. It took several hours and several more cuss words, but I finally got it together. Megan is very pleased and loves sleeping in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1283/813667195_d67b6c0c27.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1283/813667195_d67b6c0c27.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have no extra bolts and one unfilled hole, I'm hoping it's their screw-up and not mine... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-8043138727341890896?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/8043138727341890896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=8043138727341890896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/8043138727341890896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/8043138727341890896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/07/false-advertising.html' title='False Advertising'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-317234964545540247</id><published>2007-07-10T23:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T23:13:18.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Like a Rockstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chart/773089615/"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1109/773089615_b11fb85eaf_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well Megan did it. She got her ears pierced! Not even a single tear from my big girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should add that I would have liked for her to wait until she was responsible enough .. like at 30.. but I caved. She's a rockstar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-317234964545540247?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/317234964545540247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=317234964545540247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/317234964545540247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/317234964545540247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/07/party-like-rockstar.html' title='Party Like a Rockstar'/><author><name>Christi</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1109/773089615_b11fb85eaf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-2375024208270820936</id><published>2007-06-19T22:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:19:32.605-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Quite Possibly the Worse Idea Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cabcogroup.com/images/pics/classic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" height="225" alt="" src="http://www.cabcogroup.com/images/pics/classic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our local Meijer has &lt;a href="http://www.cabcogroup.com/main/info/tvkart.html"&gt;TV Karts&lt;/a&gt;. For $1 you can lock a kid in the cart and shop in peace.... So they claim. The biggest problem is there is no front windshield (presumably so the kids can breathe). My kid thinks it's an escape exit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, the doors lock - well they kind of lock. Unless you jiggle them enough from the inside. This cart happens to sit children right at the eye level of EVERYTHING THEY WANT. I end up with more junk than if I had used a regular cart. They are also not so cool to push around. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I appreciate the idea, but I hate TV Karts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-2375024208270820936?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/2375024208270820936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=2375024208270820936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/2375024208270820936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/2375024208270820936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/06/quite-possibly-worse-idea-ever.html' title='Quite Possibly the Worse Idea Ever'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-1570365670875637219</id><published>2007-06-05T22:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T22:24:27.330-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Addicted</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I've been neglecting my blog. A lot. I'm sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty busy what with the pending divorce (did I say that out loud?) - and no, I'm not ready to talk about it -  and the horse show season being in full-swing. And then there is this MySpace thing. I swore I would never buy into the hype. It was for kids, I'd say. Well, here I am. And guess what? There are a lot of old folks like me there! I've found friends from school that I barely remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found this girl I grew up with. We were like sisters until I was about 10 or so. Then she just disappeared. While it's cool that she's doing great and she said hey, it's a little weird. I spent so much of my childhood looking up to her and now I have no idea who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you've ventured into Kiddieland, look me up at &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/myrandomnumber"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/myrandomnumber&lt;/a&gt; - I'm kind of embarrassed about how few friends I have!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-1570365670875637219?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/1570365670875637219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=1570365670875637219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/1570365670875637219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/1570365670875637219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/06/addicted.html' title='Addicted'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-5879943651179710690</id><published>2007-05-18T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T19:32:05.269-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Ironic</title><content type='html'>Today I did a little my my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt; page. I feel so *like 12*. Well, I wanted to do the custom name thing they have so that my page is called something other than myspace.com/somerandomnumber -- well I wanted it to be 'Be_fearless'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. well it was TAKEN! and not just taken... BUT taken by a girl who rides horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-5879943651179710690?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/5879943651179710690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=5879943651179710690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5879943651179710690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5879943651179710690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/05/ironic.html' title='Ironic'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-3272483502304495384</id><published>2007-05-17T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T19:46:46.037-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Tag your it! ;)</title><content type='html'>When I read this comment, my first inclination was to scratch my head -- as if I had caught head lice or something. I'm so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://themeanmom.blogspot.com/2007/05/ive-been-tagged.html"&gt;Karen tagged me&lt;/a&gt; and so I am going to try to come up with &lt;a href="http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/01/true-confessions.html"&gt;7 random things&lt;/a&gt; I haven't already mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules: Each person tagged gives 7 random facts about themselves. Those tagged need to write in their blogs the 7 facts, as well as the rules of the game. You need to tag seven others and list their names on your blog. You have to leave those you plan on tagging a note in their comments so they know that they have been tagged and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I eat like a 5 year old. No, I don't wipe my hands on my pants, but my main food groups are pizza, fries, pop, hot dogs, mac &amp; cheese, and McDonald's. I've never eaten a salad and I don't know what I'd do with a lobster. If you can't dip it in ketchup, it wasn't meant to be eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I have OCD. LIKE.A.LOT. I sometimes repeat myself 50 times, it's annoying. I lock and re-lock doors. I set the alarm clock 7 times. I have to scratch both legs if one itches. My socks have to match. I also bless myself if I sneeze. It's a compulsion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I work three jobs. I've worked three jobs for about 4 years. At one time I was up to 5 part time jobs. It was not fun. Now I have one full time job and two part time. And I still spend every dime... like it's a quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I don't like to wear skirts. My legs are *husky* Even when I was a size three I had fat legs and angles. And boy feet -- a nice hardy size ten. Doubt I'll ever fall over, I have a nice wide base. My aunt wears a 12.. in men's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Sometimes the uber-nerd comes out and I try to find algebra problems to solve for fun. It's nice when things have an exact solution and there is no grey area. I love &lt;a href="http://www.puzzlersparadise.com/onlinelogic/SalaryRaises.htm"&gt;logic puzzles&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I've been known to wear the same pair of jeans a couple of days in a row. As long as they aren't - you know - dirty. Underwear, however, has a strict 24-hour shelf life and is never clean if you've slept in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I sometimes hide out in the bathroom. I claim constipation, really I just want an extra few minutes to read and be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bonus!!* 8) I have a Myspace! However, I only have two friends and I don't 'decorate' - even though IRL I am a web designer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go! I could have went on and on. I think I'm over the have-nothing-to-blog-about bug. I don't think there is anyone left to tag, so thanks for the fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-3272483502304495384?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/3272483502304495384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=3272483502304495384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/3272483502304495384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/3272483502304495384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/05/tag-your-it.html' title='Tag your it! ;)'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-5439811544571760576</id><published>2007-05-09T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T21:34:51.722-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grab bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Where Have all the Cowboys Gone?</title><content type='html'>I've been MIA. Lots of things going on. Nothing worthy of a mention here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I revisited my &lt;a href="http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-year.html"&gt;New Years Resolutions&lt;/a&gt; to see how I'm doing. So far I have failed EVERY.SINGLE.ONE. Seriously. At least I'm consistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight my employer is going to be &lt;a href="http://www.robots.com/robotics.php?page=modern+marvels"&gt;featured on Modern Marvels&lt;/a&gt;. I'm definitely excited, but I'll only be taping it to watch later. LOST is on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-5439811544571760576?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/5439811544571760576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=5439811544571760576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5439811544571760576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5439811544571760576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/05/where-have-all-cowboys-gone.html' title='Where Have all the Cowboys Gone?'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-5252879376679221153</id><published>2007-04-25T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T18:41:36.324-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Are you all into horses, Christi?</title><content type='html'>That question was in my comments. I was going to answer it there, but my answer was so long that I decided it deserved a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been riding horses since I was a baby. All of my earliest memories are on horseback or somehow surrounding horses. When I was growing up I used to joke that we kids would starve before the horses would. That's how it was, the horses came first and we did nothing else. All of my friends had horses. It kept us out of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was away from the horse world for about 5 years. The five most miserable years of my life. Not just because there were no horses, but also because there was no horse-therapy. It sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are about as into horses as I was as a child. They like them, but not the work. They do the work because they have to, like any chore. They take the horses for granted because they have never been without. They seem to understand that no matter how tired we (humans) are, the horses depend on us. The husband, he hates them! I tried to find a nice guy who liked horses, but all the boys I've dated that liked horses don't like girls ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, there is absolutely no place I'd rather be than at the barn. Except for maybe at a horse show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-5252879376679221153?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/5252879376679221153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=5252879376679221153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5252879376679221153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5252879376679221153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/04/are-you-all-into-horses-christi.html' title='Are you all into horses, Christi?'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-6626334710434717695</id><published>2007-04-18T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T21:44:17.956-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horses'/><title type='text'>All Quiet on the Homefront</title><content type='html'>Not a whole lot has been going on. We're gearing up to start the new show season. The fun: new clothes, hours in the barn again, the successes. The not-so-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;funs&lt;/span&gt;: sore butts from riding, empty bank accounts, hours lot to the barn. I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be. We have a show scheduled for every weekend from the last weekend in April through September. Let's see how many we make it to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-6626334710434717695?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/6626334710434717695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=6626334710434717695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6626334710434717695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6626334710434717695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/04/all-quiet-on-homefront.html' title='All Quiet on the Homefront'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-6077690600581234319</id><published>2007-04-16T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T22:39:15.325-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horses'/><title type='text'>Digging Around</title><content type='html'>I've spent some time digging around for info on my horses' families. Maybe it's because spent so much time no know my own dad, but I feel like I should know a little something about their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bluberi Moon, whose father (was) Zion Son King and mother StrawberiShortcake, is the mother to my SuchaFancy Bailey (I didn't name!) and her father is Short of Socks, son of Socks of Doc. Te Party Time, a non-relative is the daughter of Te Two Eyed and Storeys Delight. She is also the mother to a yet-unnamed baby, fathered by In Good Taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there! Now if there are any other curious horse-googlers out there, maybe they'll find me and we can swap pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-6077690600581234319?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/6077690600581234319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=6077690600581234319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6077690600581234319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6077690600581234319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/04/digging-around.html' title='Digging Around'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-4747573864878858200</id><published>2007-04-12T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T21:15:15.206-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I Know Things</title><content type='html'>Today I issued a challenge to a friend to count backward in Spanish. She asked for a second to think about it. I spouted it off before she would get a word in. Knowing I do not speak Spanish, she asked how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid we were taught numbers to 10. Bored one day while on my horse, I practiced doing them backward. So, I said, I recite them like I would the lyrics to a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH!" she says. "So you know them like I know the alphabet."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-4747573864878858200?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/4747573864878858200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=4747573864878858200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/4747573864878858200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/4747573864878858200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-know-things.html' title='I Know Things'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-5193321023888058026</id><published>2007-04-11T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T19:15:00.706-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>$49.35</title><content type='html'>Gas is almost 3 bucks again! I filled up at the pump near my house, which is often the last to go up.  I paid 2.60-something a gallon. My truck, with a 28 gallon tank, and a 19 MPG average, needs a lot of gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new gas station has a $50 limit on credit cards at the pump. They blame it on the banks, but I've never seen it elsewhere. Not even on the other branches of this station in town. Needless to say, at this price I often hit that limit. Today I was was sure that I would because I was at 1/4 of a tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pump stopped at $49.35. I briefly felt like I was in a reality show and I had won the jackpot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-5193321023888058026?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/5193321023888058026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=5193321023888058026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5193321023888058026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5193321023888058026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/04/4935.html' title='$49.35'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-6364066097608063752</id><published>2007-04-09T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T07:57:47.009-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>EnV</title><content type='html'>I finally bit the bullet and replaced my phone tonight. It was hard because (1) I'm really bad with change and (2) I'm really hard on phones. My current phone phone no longer charges a battery, drops calls, and barely get a signal. This is, no doubt, a response to the frequent trips it has taken to the pavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I didn't want a Motorola. I used to have one and hated the menu and the phone. I was lukewarm to Samsung, having had one bad experience with a battery hog. I have always enjoyed my LGs. Problem is? The phones out right now suck. Unless you want a &lt;a href="http://www.motorola.com/motoinfo/product/details.jsp?globalObjectId=69"&gt;Razr&lt;/a&gt; (they are junk) or a &lt;a href="http://estore.vzwshop.com/chocolate/"&gt;Chocolate&lt;/a&gt; (junk), you are pretty much SOL. I briefly considered the shock-proof one, but is was made by &lt;a href="http://estore.vzwshop.com/gzone/"&gt;Casio&lt;/a&gt; and ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I let my friend be the guinea-pig. She got an &lt;a href="http://estore.vzwshop.com/env/"&gt;EnV&lt;/a&gt; about a month ago. She still loves it. So I'm giving it a 15-day run. So far, so good. I'm texting, which I have never gotten into before. We'll see how long the novelty lasts. I purchased insurance based on my track record. So far my disappointment is shutter-lag on the camera. I'm used to shooting with a &lt;a href="http://www.nikonusa.com/template.php?cat=1&amp;grp=2&amp;amp;productNr=25235"&gt;Nikon D200&lt;/a&gt;, so I am not surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even bought the husband a new (albeit cheaper) phone. And I hid the receipt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-6364066097608063752?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/6364066097608063752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=6364066097608063752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6364066097608063752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6364066097608063752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/04/env.html' title='EnV'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-5815120830981683378</id><published>2007-04-04T19:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T19:15:43.527-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>15 Reasons Why Marrying Someone Twice Your Age is a Bad Idea</title><content type='html'>My husband is 18 years older than me. My good friend married someone 15 years older than her. We have a lot in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;They call your music 'crap' that makes their ears bleed. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They stop growing hair on their heads and start growing it on their back.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Suddenly it is your spouse that 'walked 10 miles to school - uphill - both ways'.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You see an old dude at the store and can't remember if he's a friend of your spouse -- or your dad. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They feel the need to parent your friends.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They feel the need to parent you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When you have a night of drinking and partying they watch patiently from a table instead of joining you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They gripe at you to pick up your clothes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And clean under the bed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They cash in their retirement counting on you to support them in their Golden Years.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They see no humor in you kissing them in public - and then calling them Daddy. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sex is suddenly PG13 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yes, they get wrinkly down there... and sag too. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're 31 when they turn 50, that's just gross. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suddenly the novelty of being a trophy wife wears off and you are just another bad late night joke. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;And who said Anna Nicole had it easy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-5815120830981683378?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/5815120830981683378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=5815120830981683378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5815120830981683378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5815120830981683378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/04/15-reasons-why-marrying-someone-twice.html' title='15 Reasons Why Marrying Someone Twice Your Age is a Bad Idea'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-2511294876421085838</id><published>2007-03-27T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T22:04:47.626-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grab bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Another Walk on the Wild Side</title><content type='html'>I usually don't fill these out because of a paranoia that someone will use an answer to guess a password online. Not a valid paranoia, mind you, because I always lie when I answer the 'secret question' -- lie to the point that even I can't guess the answer. When I forget a password -- that's right, I'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What curse word do you use the most? The S-word, I think&lt;br /&gt;Do you own an ipod? A $79 Shuffle, does that count?&lt;br /&gt;What person on your f-list do you talk to the most? F-list? Married people defiantly do not get an f-list!&lt;br /&gt;What time is your alarm clock set to? 6:01 am - which is actually 5:41 am. No, it no longer fools me. I hit snooze twice -- usually.&lt;br /&gt;Do you still remember the first person you kissed? Yes, he is now living with a man.&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember where you were on September 11th, 2001? I was getting ready for my very first appointment with the shrink who told me to leave my first husband. I thought the radio station was doing another 'stunt'.&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather take the picture or be in the picture? Take it&lt;br /&gt;What was the last movie you watched? Blood Diamond&lt;br /&gt;Do any of your friends have children? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever called you lazy? Yes, and I am.&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever take medication to help you fall asleep? No, my head only has to hit the pillow, and sometimes not even that.&lt;br /&gt;What CD is currently in your CD player? Lots of random CDs that my friend makes with music she steals from the Internet. They never have the same genre of music for two songs in a row.&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer regular or chocolate milk? regular&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone told you a secret this week? No, I'm not so good with the secrets.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had Starbucks? Yuck, never.&lt;br /&gt;Can you whistle? Not well&lt;br /&gt;What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Depends.&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking forward to? Horse Show season&lt;br /&gt;Did you watch cartoons as a child? The few we had with only the local broadcast channels.&lt;br /&gt;Do you own any band t-shirts? no&lt;br /&gt;What will you be doing in one hour? putting kids to bed&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone in love with you? highly doubtful&lt;br /&gt;What was the last song you heard? I have no idea&lt;br /&gt;Last time you cried? yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Desktop computer or a laptop? either or both&lt;br /&gt;Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoos? No&lt;br /&gt;What's the weather like? Wet, but warm&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date a girl/guy covered in tattoos? No&lt;br /&gt;What did you do before this? wrote another post&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you slept on the floor? a couple of nights ago&lt;br /&gt;How many hours of sleep do you need to function? 3, but I'm a bitch with less than 8&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat breakfast daily? yes&lt;br /&gt;Are your days fast-paced? you have no idea&lt;br /&gt;What did you do last night? My parents' taxes&lt;br /&gt;Do you use sarcasm? Never!&lt;br /&gt;How old will you be turning on your next birthday? 21 - again&lt;br /&gt;Are you picky about spelling and grammar? spoken, yes, but I'm not such a good speller. Most people I know blubber that they 'ain't never got none' -- drives me nuts!&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to Six Flags? No&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along better with the same sex or the opposite sex? It's a toss-up. I'm too bossy to get along with most&lt;br /&gt;Do you like mustard? Yuck&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep on your side? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you watch the news? Not usually, too depressing&lt;br /&gt;How did you get one of your scars? I fell off my teeter-totter when I was standing on it and ended up with 5 stitches in my butt, there is still a scar&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to make you mad? LOL, seriously?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-2511294876421085838?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/2511294876421085838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=2511294876421085838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/2511294876421085838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/2511294876421085838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-walk-on-wild-side.html' title='Another Walk on the Wild Side'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-647481994225626771</id><published>2007-03-27T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:25:14.732-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I've never seen The Godfather Either</title><content type='html'>I stole this from &lt;a href="http://themeanmom.blogspot.com/2007/03/yes-i-know-stealing-is-bad.html"&gt;Karen&lt;/a&gt;, who stole this from &lt;a href="http://loislane214.blogspot.com/"&gt;Traci&lt;/a&gt;, who stole it from &lt;a href="http://bibliomaniacs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michele&lt;/a&gt;, who stole it from....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;According to the supposed "rules," if you've seen over 85 of these movies, then you have no life.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My count was 58, if I can count right. I've seen bits and pieces of a lot more, but maybe only 5 minutes worth -- long enough to fall asleep. What is really embarrassing is that we own most of those movies. The husband is a huge DVD &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'collector' so we must.own.everything. I bet we have 500 movies. I tried doing the math for him one day, but all reason went out the window. His eyes glazed over and I lost him. I pledged long ago to never watch anything made before 1979. A pledge I broke to watch Deliverance, which quite possibly be one of the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0068473/"&gt;worse movies ever made&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;(X) Grease&lt;br /&gt;(X) Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;(X) Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man’s Chest&lt;br /&gt;( ) Boondock Saints&lt;br /&gt;(X ) Fight Club&lt;br /&gt;( ) Starsky and Hutch&lt;br /&gt;(X) Neverending Story&lt;br /&gt;( ) Blazing Saddles&lt;br /&gt;( ) Airplane&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;( ) AnchorMan&lt;br /&gt;( ) Napoleon Dynamite&lt;br /&gt;( ) Labyrinth&lt;br /&gt;( ) Saw&lt;br /&gt;( ) Saw II&lt;br /&gt;( ) White Noise&lt;br /&gt;( ) White Oleander&lt;br /&gt;( ) Anger Management&lt;br /&gt;(X) 50 First Dates&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Princess Diaries&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement&lt;br /&gt;(X) Scream&lt;br /&gt;(X) Scream 2&lt;br /&gt;(X) Scream 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Scary Movie&lt;br /&gt;( ) Scary Movie 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Scary Movie 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Scary Movie 4&lt;br /&gt;(X) American Pie&lt;br /&gt;(X) American Pie 2&lt;br /&gt;(X) American Wedding&lt;br /&gt;( ) American Pie Band Camp&lt;br /&gt;( ) Harry Potter 1&lt;br /&gt;( ) Harry Potter 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Harry Potter 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Harry Potter 4&lt;br /&gt;( ) Resident Evil 1&lt;br /&gt;( ) Resident Evil 2&lt;br /&gt;(X) The Wedding Singer&lt;br /&gt;( ) Little Black Book&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Village&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lilo &amp; Stitch&lt;br /&gt;(X) Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;( ) Finding Neverland&lt;br /&gt;( ) Signs&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Grinch&lt;br /&gt;( ) Texas Chainsaw Massacre&lt;br /&gt;( ) Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning&lt;br /&gt;( ) White Chicks&lt;br /&gt;(X) Butterfly Effect&lt;br /&gt;( ) 13 Going on 30&lt;br /&gt;( ) I, Robot&lt;br /&gt;(X) Robots&lt;br /&gt;( ) Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story&lt;br /&gt;( ) Universal Soldier&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lemony Snicket: A Series Of Unfortunate Events&lt;br /&gt;( ) Along Came Polly&lt;br /&gt;( ) Deep Impact&lt;br /&gt;(X) KingPin&lt;br /&gt;(X) Never Been Kissed&lt;br /&gt;(X) Meet The Parents&lt;br /&gt;(X) Meet the Fockers&lt;br /&gt;( ) Eight Crazy Nights&lt;br /&gt;( ) Joe Dirt&lt;br /&gt;( ) King Kong&lt;br /&gt;( ) A Cinderella Story&lt;br /&gt;(X) The Terminal&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Lizzie McGuire Movie&lt;br /&gt;( ) Passport to Paris&lt;br /&gt;(X) Dumb &amp;amp; Dumber&lt;br /&gt;( ) Dumber &amp; Dumberer&lt;br /&gt;(X) Final Destination&lt;br /&gt;(X) Final Destination 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Final Destination 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Halloween&lt;br /&gt;(X) The Ring&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Ring 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Surviving Christmas&lt;br /&gt;( ) Flubber&lt;br /&gt;( ) Harold &amp;amp; Kumar Go To White Castle&lt;br /&gt;( ) Practical Magic&lt;br /&gt;( ) Chicago&lt;br /&gt;(X) Ghost Ship&lt;br /&gt;( ) From Hell&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hellboy&lt;br /&gt;(X) Secret Window&lt;br /&gt;( ) I Am Sam&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Whole Nine Yards&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Whole Ten Yards&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Day After Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;( ) Child’s Play&lt;br /&gt;( ) Seed of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bride of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;(X) Ten Things I Hate About You&lt;br /&gt;(X) Just Married&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gothika&lt;br /&gt;(X) Nightmare on Elm Street&lt;br /&gt;(X) Sixteen Candles&lt;br /&gt;(X) Remember the Titans&lt;br /&gt;( ) Coach Carter&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Grudge&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Grudge 2&lt;br /&gt;(X) The Mask&lt;br /&gt;( ) Son Of The Mask&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bad Boys&lt;br /&gt;(X) Bad Boys 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Joy Ride&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lucky Number Sleven&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ocean’s Eleven&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ocean’s Twelve&lt;br /&gt;(X) Bourne Identity&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bourne Supremecy( ) Lone Star&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bedazzled&lt;br /&gt;( ) Predator I&lt;br /&gt;( ) Predator II&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Fog&lt;br /&gt;(X) Ice Age&lt;br /&gt;(X) Ice Age 2: The Meltdown&lt;br /&gt;( ) Curious George&lt;br /&gt;( ) Independence Day&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cujo&lt;br /&gt;( ) A Bronx Tale&lt;br /&gt;( ) Darkness Falls&lt;br /&gt;( ) Christine&lt;br /&gt;(X) E.T.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Children of the Corn&lt;br /&gt;( ) My Bosses Daughter&lt;br /&gt;(X) Maid in Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;( ) War of the Worlds&lt;br /&gt;( ) Rush Hour&lt;br /&gt;( ) Rush Hour 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Best Bet&lt;br /&gt;(X) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days&lt;br /&gt;( ) She’s All That&lt;br /&gt;( ) Calendar Girls&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sideways&lt;br /&gt;( ) Mars Attacks&lt;br /&gt;( ) Event Horizon&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ever After&lt;br /&gt;(X) Wizard of Oz&lt;br /&gt;(X) Forrest Gump&lt;br /&gt;( ) Big Trouble in Little China&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Terminator&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Terminator 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Terminator 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) X-Men&lt;br /&gt;( ) X-2&lt;br /&gt;( ) X3&lt;br /&gt;(X) Spider-Man&lt;br /&gt;( ) Spider-Man 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sky High&lt;br /&gt;( ) Jeepers Creepers&lt;br /&gt;( ) Jeepers Creepers 2&lt;br /&gt;(X) Catch Me If You Can&lt;br /&gt;(X) The Little Mermaid&lt;br /&gt;( ) Freaky Friday&lt;br /&gt;( ) Reign of Fire&lt;br /&gt;(X) The Skulls&lt;br /&gt;(X) Cruel Intentions&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cruel Intentions 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Hot Chick&lt;br /&gt;( ) Shrek&lt;br /&gt;( ) Shrek 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Swimfan&lt;br /&gt;( ) Miracle on 34th street&lt;br /&gt;( ) Old School&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;( ) K-Pax&lt;br /&gt;( ) Krippendorf’s Tribe&lt;br /&gt;( ) A Walk to Remember&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ice Castles&lt;br /&gt;( ) Boogeyman&lt;br /&gt;(X) The 40-year-old Virgin&lt;br /&gt;(X) Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers&lt;br /&gt;(X) Lord of the Rings: Return Of the King&lt;br /&gt;( ) Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark&lt;br /&gt;( ) Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom&lt;br /&gt;( ) Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade&lt;br /&gt;( ) Base-ketball&lt;br /&gt;(X) Hostel&lt;br /&gt;( ) Waiting for Guffman&lt;br /&gt;( ) House of 1000 Corpses&lt;br /&gt;( ) Devils Rejects&lt;br /&gt;(X) Elf&lt;br /&gt;( ) Highlander&lt;br /&gt;( ) Mothman Prophecies&lt;br /&gt;( ) American History X&lt;br /&gt;( ) Three&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Jacket&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kung Fu Hustle&lt;br /&gt;( ) Shaolin Soccer&lt;br /&gt;( ) Night Watch&lt;br /&gt;(X) Monsters Inc.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Titanic&lt;br /&gt;( ) Monty Python and the Holy Grail&lt;br /&gt;( ) Shaun Of the Dead&lt;br /&gt;( ) Willard&lt;br /&gt;( ) High Tension&lt;br /&gt;( ) Club Dread&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hulk&lt;br /&gt;( ) Dawn Of the Dead&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hook&lt;br /&gt;( ) Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;(X) 28 days later&lt;br /&gt;( ) Orgazmo&lt;br /&gt;( ) Phantasm&lt;br /&gt;( ) Waterworld&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kill Bill Vol. 1&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kill Bill Vol. 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Mortal Kombat&lt;br /&gt;( ) Wolf Creek&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kingdom of Heaven&lt;br /&gt;( ) the Hills Have Eyes&lt;br /&gt;( ) I Spit on Your Grave&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Last House on the Left&lt;br /&gt;( ) Re-Animator&lt;br /&gt;( ) Army of Darkness&lt;br /&gt;( ) Star Wars Ep. I The Phantom Menace&lt;br /&gt;( ) Star Wars Ep. II Attack of the Clones&lt;br /&gt;( ) Star Wars Ep. III Revenge of the Sith&lt;br /&gt;( ) Star Wars Ep. IV A New Hope&lt;br /&gt;( ) Star Wars Ep. V The Empire Strikes Back&lt;br /&gt;( ) Star Wars Ep. VI Return of the Jedi&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ewoks: Caravan Of Courage&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ewoks: The Battle For Endor&lt;br /&gt;(X) The Matrix&lt;br /&gt;(X) The Matrix: Reloaded&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Matrix: Revolutions&lt;br /&gt;( ) Animatrix&lt;br /&gt;( ) Evil Dead&lt;br /&gt;( ) Evil Dead 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Team America: World Police&lt;br /&gt;( ) Red Dragon&lt;br /&gt;(X) Silence of the Lambs&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hannibal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-647481994225626771?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/647481994225626771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=647481994225626771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/647481994225626771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/647481994225626771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-never-seen-godfather-either.html' title='I&apos;ve never seen The Godfather Either'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-6431937433083229499</id><published>2007-03-27T19:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T19:57:20.421-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Dollar Days</title><content type='html'>I saw a commercial today advertising that the Dollar General was having a clearance with up to 75% off. The Dollar General is a store that, like the Dollar Tree and countless others, offers generic merchandise for $1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of clearance could they possibly need? I say donate it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Goodwill&lt;/span&gt; and be done with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-6431937433083229499?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/6431937433083229499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=6431937433083229499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6431937433083229499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6431937433083229499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/03/dollar-days.html' title='Dollar Days'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-4035338029967650371</id><published>2007-03-20T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T22:07:57.269-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>Well, after the backlash following the &lt;a href="http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-i-grind-my-teeth.html"&gt;great dog saga&lt;/a&gt;, the dog is home and no longer lives at the barn. However, she still lives outside. She's loving it, the kids are loving it, and everyone seems happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-4035338029967650371?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/4035338029967650371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=4035338029967650371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/4035338029967650371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/4035338029967650371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/03/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-3819230184275902734</id><published>2007-03-16T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T22:40:13.653-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seo'/><title type='text'>NuWave Media is for Suckers</title><content type='html'>I stumbled upon this gem tonight: &lt;a href="http://www.nuwavemedia.com/02pages/software.htm" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.nuwavemedia.com/02pages/software.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the bargain price of $30, they will submit your site to 400 search engines (396 of which no one ever uses) and 25 directories -- TWICE! Well then! Why twice? Do people really still do mass submits? Or you can opt for the 9000 search engines. That is Nine THOUSAND, folks. Hold me back. Ignore that they use the same title tag on every page. And no style sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that isn't enough, how about some doorway pages? Clearly against Google's quality guidelines, but that part is left out. So, for the grand price of $59.95 you can get submission to 9000 search engines and 150 junky directories -- AND -- get banned from the search engine that owns about 70% of the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-3819230184275902734?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/3819230184275902734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=3819230184275902734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/3819230184275902734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/3819230184275902734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/03/nuwave-media-is-for-suckers.html' title='NuWave Media is for Suckers'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-515380939317123671</id><published>2007-03-16T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T22:00:14.435-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Why I Grind my Teeth</title><content type='html'>My dog is a barn dog. She's lived at the barn since I've gotten her. The barn is at my Grandma's house. I bought her a nice $350 pen to live in to keep her safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In November my aunt's dog came to live with her. They are sisters. My aunt's dog moved into my $350 pen and my $100 dog house. Rent free. She has provided dog food for them for approximately 7 nights of the almost 4 months her dog has been there. I have provided the rest. I also provide the labor it takes to feed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today her daughter (who is an adult) decided to let them out unsupervised. They dog pound caught them. I now have about $200 in fees to pay. She said that was the price of owning a dog. Apparently she missed the chapter about providing room &amp; board. And the responsibility it takes to have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I seriously hate my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-515380939317123671?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/515380939317123671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=515380939317123671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/515380939317123671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/515380939317123671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-i-grind-my-teeth.html' title='Why I Grind my Teeth'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-7815529488448674175</id><published>2007-03-14T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T19:57:09.148-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>On Becoming a Man</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, Shawn, the 9 year old, played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dodgeball&lt;/span&gt; at the YMCA. On the way home I asked if he had fun. He said it was great until he got hit with a ball between the legs and then he cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "So you got hit where it counts?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moment of thought he replies, "No, they said it didn't count, but it sure did hurt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I imagine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-7815529488448674175?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/7815529488448674175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=7815529488448674175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/7815529488448674175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/7815529488448674175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/03/on-becoming-man.html' title='On Becoming a Man'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-3518928163664469383</id><published>2007-03-13T19:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T19:04:33.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Cherie!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday tomorrow! I hope it's a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-3518928163664469383?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/3518928163664469383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=3518928163664469383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/3518928163664469383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/3518928163664469383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/03/hey-cherie.html' title='Hey Cherie!'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-6075285605169819211</id><published>2007-03-12T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T22:24:01.989-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Educational Experience</title><content type='html'>We finally got a new home phone 'system'. It came with a new answering machine and, most importantly, two cordless phones whose batteries last longer than 5 minutes. The man of the house, a computer tech for several years, was in charge of getting it going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked the messages tonight. Imagine my surprise to find our answering machine talking in Spanish! Imagine the surprise of those who left messages! I figured I'd be able to get it into English by pressing buttons. The only Spanish I know is my numbers (to 10) and anything Dora's managed to get into my head (like swimming pool and whatever '&lt;em&gt;vamonos&lt;/em&gt;' means). I erased the messages without a problem -- luckily it wasn't made by Google and it didn't try to translate those. However the menu kept saying &lt;em&gt;siete&lt;/em&gt;.. -- so I kept pressing 7. I finally gave up and consulted the manual. Coincidentally, the manual that stated the default language would be English. I eventually got the stupid thing to talk to me in the language that is spoken in this country. The &lt;em&gt;siete&lt;/em&gt;? Well, it was saying 'press 7 to repeat the menu'. DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know how to say 'You have zero messages' in Spanish. It least I think that is what it was saying. It could have been calling me a dumb monkey for all I know; I took German in school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-6075285605169819211?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/6075285605169819211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=6075285605169819211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6075285605169819211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6075285605169819211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/03/educational-experience.html' title='Educational Experience'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-5047517098833831208</id><published>2007-03-05T21:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:36:32.243-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday 3 Year Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chart/412090959/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/180/412090959_1d3927dd26_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday, Megan! The first three years of your life has been a wild ride for us all! Keep the world on it's toes, honey, you deserve nothing less than the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mommy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-5047517098833831208?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/5047517098833831208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=5047517098833831208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5047517098833831208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5047517098833831208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-birthday-3-year-old.html' title='Happy Birthday 3 Year Old!'/><author><name>Christi</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/180/412090959_1d3927dd26_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-1700131217971509975</id><published>2007-03-01T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:38:01.460-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Conspiracy Theorist</title><content type='html'>Today one of my Google Ads was for &lt;a href="http://www.jennycraig.com/"&gt;Jenny Craig&lt;/a&gt;. Think it was a subtle hint? I almost deleted my blog out of spite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-1700131217971509975?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/1700131217971509975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=1700131217971509975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/1700131217971509975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/1700131217971509975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/03/conspiracy-theorist.html' title='Conspiracy Theorist'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-7587824857158540160</id><published>2007-02-27T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T20:00:44.323-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>OK, I Promise</title><content type='html'>If you just let me find my truck payment book that has been missing for two months, I promise to be nice AND eat my vegetables for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at the very least I'll hold the door open for someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***UPDATE***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it. Somewhere I have looked at least three dozen times. But not before cleaning out my truck and half of my paper stash. I think it's God's way of telling me I need to be a neater and nicer person. Umm.. Good luck on that. But, thanks for looking out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-7587824857158540160?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/7587824857158540160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=7587824857158540160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/7587824857158540160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/7587824857158540160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/02/ok-i-promise.html' title='OK, I Promise'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-799132990317835461</id><published>2007-02-26T20:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T20:54:24.958-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Random Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chart/404081318/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/177/404081318_004218d2f7_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some people collect stamps, some people collect cats, some people even store food for winter, me? I stockpile ink cartridges for my photo printer. At least I used to. I loss interest before I used them all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-799132990317835461?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/799132990317835461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=799132990317835461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/799132990317835461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/799132990317835461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/02/random-obsession.html' title='Random Obsession'/><author><name>Christi</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/177/404081318_004218d2f7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-5785658614237958499</id><published>2007-02-26T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T19:23:43.586-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>It's Not Me, It's the Rest of the World</title><content type='html'>So my new mouse came -- a week ago. Tonight I finally got up enough energy to clean off my desk to have a place to put it. I hate the new keyboard. The keys feel funny and they have a different font on them. But anyways, not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also tired of getting nagged about my irrational paper obsession. It's not that I like to save everything, it's just that I don't want to deal with it. So I lay it aside. Now my bills get paid - usually - but everything else? Well, let's put it this way, I have unopened mail from at least 6 months ago laying on my desk. I have even stopped all legitimate mail from coming to me, opting instead for online statements that I can ignore. They sit, unopened, in my inbox. The junk mail monster? Well it's not that I have a problem throwing it away. It's just that it is much easier to throw it on the table and hope it disappears. It's the same with the letters from the teachers. I almost missed conferences this time around because I never filled out the paper. My paycheck? Well, it's direct deposit, but I have no idea what I'm getting paid because I never look. I also haven't checked the answering machine in at least a month and a half. I hope no one died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an obscene procrastination problem that I deal with by ignoring. Imagine the irony there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-5785658614237958499?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/5785658614237958499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=5785658614237958499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5785658614237958499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5785658614237958499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-not-me-its-rest-of-world.html' title='It&apos;s Not Me, It&apos;s the Rest of the World'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-1990334878089814238</id><published>2007-02-13T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T20:51:59.221-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><title type='text'>Kudos to Logitech</title><content type='html'>I use this mouse and keyboard at home: &lt;a href="http://www.logitech.com/index.cfm/products/details/MY/EN,CRID=2162,CONTENTID=9438"&gt;Logitech LX700&lt;/a&gt;. I've always loved it. A few days ago, however, my mouse stopped working. Yes, it was charged. I emailed Logitech and got a canned answer, asking me to do what I already tried to remedy the situation. My keyboard still works great. Today I called. I explained the situation and that I'd already tried the usually solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are sending me a whole new combo without any hassles or questions! It will be replaced with the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Logitech-Cordless-Desktop-MX3200-Laser/dp/B000HCRVSK"&gt;MX3000&lt;/a&gt; in less than two weeks. However I do not believe the new set features rechargeable batteries in the mouse. I will not have to send the old set in, so maybe I can get my original one fixed. Either way, I am pleased with their service.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-1990334878089814238?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/1990334878089814238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=1990334878089814238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/1990334878089814238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/1990334878089814238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/02/kudos-to-logitech.html' title='Kudos to Logitech'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-1922155476130090392</id><published>2007-02-08T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:21:54.585-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>D to the U to the M to the B</title><content type='html'>What is with the rash of songs that make you feel as if you are in a 6th grade spelling bee? For example: &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/hip2ahop/fergalicious.txt"&gt;Fergalicious&lt;/a&gt; by Fergie or &lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/lyrics/560981398/Gwen_Stefani/Holla_Back_Girl"&gt;Holla Back Girl&lt;/a&gt; by Gwen Stefani  (Warning, do not click the links unless you want a billion pop-ups).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like: I can't think of anything intelligent to sing about, so lemme spell some words for you. I wonder which member of their creative staff was in charge of the dictionary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of my favorite Rap song of all time: &lt;a href="http://http://www.gosonglyrics.com/l/219508/J.J.%20Fad-Supersonic"&gt;SuperSonic&lt;/a&gt; by JJ Fad -- but at least they made their letters stand for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The S is for Super and the U is for Unique, the P is for Perfection&lt;br /&gt;and you know that we are freaks. The E is for exotic and the R is for Raps. SO&lt;br /&gt;tell those nosey people just to stay the hell back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-1922155476130090392?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/1922155476130090392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=1922155476130090392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/1922155476130090392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/1922155476130090392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/02/d-to-u-to-m-to-b.html' title='D to the U to the M to the B'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-634706187551708173</id><published>2007-02-04T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T09:00:01.633-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Life is Like a Box of Chocolates</title><content type='html'>I've been running around like a crazed woman for days. Trying to find time to exercise, trying to find time for 4-H, trying to find time to breathe. I suddenly find that all of a sudden there are about 3.5 million people who need me, and so I don't have time to need myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my review at work. Went as well as expected, maybe better. I suddenly find myself wanting to work harder -- which I'm sure is a psychological response. I don't have time for that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion? God is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a man. A woman would have made days 35 hours long -- at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-634706187551708173?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/634706187551708173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=634706187551708173' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/634706187551708173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/634706187551708173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-is-like-box-of-chocolates.html' title='Life is Like a Box of Chocolates'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-599871186570402889</id><published>2007-01-28T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T21:54:02.855-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Operation: Make my Jeans Fit Me</title><content type='html'>Well, Day Two of &lt;strong&gt;Operation:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Make my Jeans Fit Me&lt;/strong&gt; went well. I did more, feel great, still motivated. I &lt;em&gt;HAD&lt;/em&gt; to buy an Ipod to have tunes of course. I'm looking forward to getting up before 5 to make it to the YMCA. The big worry? Being able to drag myself away to go to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could see results sooner. Any ideas? My sources say 1-2 months. Depressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-599871186570402889?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/599871186570402889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=599871186570402889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/599871186570402889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/599871186570402889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/01/operation-make-my-jeans-fit-me.html' title='Operation: Make my Jeans Fit Me'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-7496498389904949636</id><published>2007-01-27T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T08:55:18.915-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Nice in Theory</title><content type='html'>This is not even close to being true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Life Path Number is 6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourlifepathnumberquiz/path.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your purpose in life is to help others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very compassionate, and you offer comfort to those around you.&lt;br /&gt;It pains you to see other people hurting, and you do all in your power to help them.&lt;br /&gt;You take on responsibility, and don't mind personal sacrifice. You are the ultimate giver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you offer warmth and protection to your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often give too much of yourself, and you rarely put your own needs first.&lt;br /&gt;Emotions tend to rule your decisions too much, especially when it comes to love.&lt;br /&gt;And while taking care of people is great, make sure to give them room to grow on their own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourlifepathnumberquiz/"&gt;What Is Your Life Path Number?&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/18614575-7496498389904949636?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/7496498389904949636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=7496498389904949636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/7496498389904949636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/7496498389904949636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/01/nice-in-theory.html' title='Nice in Theory'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-7261535972558606960</id><published>2007-01-27T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T18:39:08.413-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Making a Comeback</title><content type='html'>Well I thought my &lt;a href="http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-year.html"&gt;New Year's Resolutions&lt;/a&gt; had all but been forgotten. It appears that I've caught my second wind. Since Wednesday, I've dramatically cut my pop intake. I am down to two caffeinated beverages a day. Just. Like. That. Sure I have added a Diet Root Beer, but even with that I am drastically down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined the YMCA again today. I had a family membership a few years ago. In an entire year I think we went 5 times. Seriously. More than $600 for a few nights of swimming. I went with my mom today. We walked about a mile and a half. We rode some really cool recumbent exercise bikes for 15 minutes. I think I could stick to those. They open at 5am so I am going to TRY to get up and go before work at least 3 days a week. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Goals: To fit into those size 5 jeans again and to be able to walk a mile without nearly passing out. We'll reassess in a month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-7261535972558606960?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/7261535972558606960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=7261535972558606960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/7261535972558606960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/7261535972558606960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/01/making-comeback.html' title='Making a Comeback'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-1757034822968457773</id><published>2007-01-24T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T20:06:32.451-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Never Gonna Give You Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2006/10/family-ties.html"&gt;As previously mentioned&lt;/a&gt;, I didn't meet my father until I was an adult. I was well in to my teens before I even knew what his name was. I used to blame my mother for keeping him from me. Now that I have kids of my own from a less-than-ideal &lt;strike&gt;man&lt;/strike&gt; male, I understand. She was protecting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I heard a song by Rick Astley. When I was a kid I had a cassette single with this song on it and I would clutch it at night and cry. I would pretend that HE was my dad and he was singing to me. He just couldn't come and see me because of my mom, and well, duh, he was famous! I didn't even have a clue what the song was about, I just knew it said he was never going to give me up and never going to let me down or lie to me. It was like he was singing directly to me. It got me through a lot of painful nights. I'm very thankful for bad 80's music. And for the fact my mom suffered plenty to protect me. Not all mothers would sacrifice so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-1757034822968457773?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/1757034822968457773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=1757034822968457773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/1757034822968457773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/1757034822968457773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/01/never-gonna-give-you-up.html' title='Never Gonna Give You Up'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-2841626529452584395</id><published>2007-01-22T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T09:36:19.558-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Happy Homecoming</title><content type='html'>The husband is home. After giving me a quick kiss that missed my lips by a few inches and making a phone call to someone, he went to bed. Never noticing that I had spent the last day ensuring the house was clean. Never playing with the kid who had been wishing all week he'd come home and play. Getting a whole hell of lot more sleep than I was going to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I get married again? Oh yea, to get a better deal on the taxes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-2841626529452584395?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/2841626529452584395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=2841626529452584395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/2841626529452584395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/2841626529452584395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-homecoming.html' title='Happy Homecoming'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-98553467849200442</id><published>2007-01-20T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T19:20:27.865-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Petty Thief</title><content type='html'>I just spend 91 dollars at WalMart for laundry detergent and milk. Yea, that's right, the two year old was with me. Upon leaving, I get tackled by the greeters for some stuff that was too big to be bagged. I wonder about the effectiveness of this program. I know if I were a thief, I'd certainly steal a gianormous bag of jumbo paper towels instead of something I could easily fit in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Logic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-98553467849200442?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/98553467849200442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=98553467849200442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/98553467849200442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/98553467849200442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/01/petty-thief.html' title='Petty Thief'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-708131816761717924</id><published>2007-01-18T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T21:11:57.182-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Two Days Down</title><content type='html'>Well, I've made it through two days without the hubby. We are all still alive. Somewhat grumpier than normal, somewhat more exhausted. All I can say is that I could never be a single parent again. The two older ones are behaved (more of less) and at least fear the mean face. The baby? Well she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;laughs&lt;/span&gt; at the mean face. And she makes me want to jump off the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might make it. At least the baby might. Her survival skills are obviously the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;strongest&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-708131816761717924?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/708131816761717924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=708131816761717924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/708131816761717924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/708131816761717924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/01/two-days-down.html' title='Two Days Down'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-4089688569018579839</id><published>2007-01-16T20:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T20:43:24.478-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The Way it Works</title><content type='html'>I've never understood why women who work with other women think they can gossip about each other and it not get around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that says it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-4089688569018579839?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/4089688569018579839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=4089688569018579839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/4089688569018579839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/4089688569018579839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/01/way-it-works.html' title='The Way it Works'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-703980368970358201</id><published>2007-01-15T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:53:52.098-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>T-Minus 1</title><content type='html'>One more day, that is that I have with the hubby before he's off for his 5-day thingy in the great state of Utah. We spent a rare night as a family without everyone jetting off everywhere. At first I was uber-excited at the thought of 5 whole days without picking up after myself... without getting my paper thrown away... without hearing him grouch at the lazy-butt kids who happen to be spending their last amount of energy fighting with each other. Now I'm scared! It's been over a year since he's had to leave town for training. Last time it was an hour flight away. This time it is across the country. I remember how much work it is doing it alone. Hey, the kids still have to eat, and shower, and all that stuff that we usually divide and conquer. Who is going to take the trash out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll find out soon enough. For once, Sunday can't come fast enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-703980368970358201?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/703980368970358201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=703980368970358201' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/703980368970358201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/703980368970358201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/01/t-minus-1.html' title='T-Minus 1'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-3293912596963009569</id><published>2007-01-13T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T20:56:47.328-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Idiotville</title><content type='html'>Reluctantly I agreed to do a website about a year ago for one of the hubby's friends. Not even one I particularly care about because this is the 'drop everything when he calls guy'. He's always late, never prepared, and in general drives me nuts. I agreed to update the thing last night for the hubby's sake. Not for the fun. Not for the glory. Not even for the few bucks I make doing it. Which, but the way, is not enough to cover wasting my Friday night. I did it for the hubby. Because he thinks I'm selfish. I only ask if he can come after 9 so I can play with the kids and relax before bedtime. He can't. 6:30 it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shows up at 10 till 8. Ten minutes before a new episode of Ghost Whisperer is on. Over an hour since I've been waiting. No call. Then he isn't prepared. Want to know what time he leaves? After 12 freaking thirty. So the baby is up until one because she goes to bed with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole time he's here, this is what I'm hearing from him: Do you know what ROI means?(yes, thanks, I'm not twelve) Then a half-ass explanation before I can answer. Do you even know what scalable means? Yes, I interject.. able to grow. OH! He says, I didn't think you'd know what that meant! 'I though you would say something about fish.' OMFG - that is what he said! Really, it was like that all night. Finally I said: "(Name withheld), I can't spell, but I still passed English. I'm not stupid." Yes, I said it rudely. It didn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked him if he knew what &lt;strong&gt;pompous&lt;/strong&gt; meant. Ok, maybe not so much. But I really, really wanted to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-3293912596963009569?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/3293912596963009569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=3293912596963009569' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/3293912596963009569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/3293912596963009569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/01/idiotville.html' title='Idiotville'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-8662842519777919250</id><published>2007-01-13T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T20:14:54.701-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Just Say NO!</title><content type='html'>I had to take my truck into my dealership's service center today. I was 2000 miles past the 3000 mark that they force you to change your oil at. I'm quite sure it could go at least 6k, as sure as I am that 93 octane isn't any better for my truck than the cheapo crap I put in. However, lovely General Motors decided that the sticker doesn't get people to go in so they devised an idiot light to annoy me with CHANGE ENGINE OIL every time I start it. Every 5000 miles. If only the hubby could program it to say .. DO THE DISHES .. then maybe he wouldn't have to. It's that annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I barely handed the (new guy) jerk my keys and he's wanting me to rotate and balance my tires (that I did last time I was in). No thanks. Is it alright to upgrade your oil change? Then we can top off all the fluid levels. Again, no thanks. Can we? NO! Really? NOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting over an hour, an hour that I'm sure they used to read my pay stubs and possibly steal my identity from all the crap I leave in my vehicle, the jerk is back. OH NO! He's almost frantic. Good thing he (read: the stupid card I agreed to when I bought it) gave me a complementary 28-point inspection!!! It seems that every fluid in my truck with 37,000 miles on it is dirty. It seems my truck is on the verge of total meltdown. I need (fill in 300+ fluids that I'm sure are maybe inside) changed! NOW! Um, how's about no, buddy?! He shakes his head at me and walks away. Devastated at the thought I might have to walk to work on Monday because surely my truck won't run... or the thought he just missed about $200 worth of sales. However, that odd noise I was concerned about? The one that sounded like grinding when I turn? That was nothing. This is why people do not trust mechanics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't even WANT to know what I wanted to title this post, but it had something to do with bending. Let's leave it at that. Final bill? $12.95&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-8662842519777919250?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/8662842519777919250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=8662842519777919250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/8662842519777919250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/8662842519777919250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-say-no.html' title='Just Say NO!'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-1578697580050903493</id><published>2007-01-11T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T22:27:38.965-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grab bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>True Confessions</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just like to reflect on how weird I truly am. &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I do my 12-14 loads of laundry for the week, I'll do towels last. Then instead of folding them, we'll have to live out of the dryer all week if we need a towel. And I would NEVER reuse one without washing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes I'll just lay my lunchbox on the kitchen counter at the end of the day because I know the hubby will empty it and I won't have to. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a constant headache from my teeth-grinding - and other stuff. Most days I live on a constant dose of Advil and Tylenol every 4-6 hours. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes I'm mean because mean people get more respect. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I read the comics daily. And my horoscope. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't draw, sing, or cook - but I keep trying. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sometimes manipulate people to get what I want. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've always wanted to make my mother proud. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't eat foods that are green. I'm not sure why. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will eat an M&amp;amp;M I dropped on the floor, but not a steak that is on the wrong plate. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sometimes have to dig to find my mouse. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sometimes lose my shoes, but only ever one at a time. No one knows why. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My house would be a wreck if I hadn't have had the foresight to marry a neat-freak. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can spend an entire weekend on the sofa watching stupid movies, too lazy to even get up to eat. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think driving a big truck makes me look important. Running over &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; curb, however, makes me look pretty stupid. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was extra-relieved when I hit the camera in the McDonald's drive through and found out my mirrors fold in - when enough pressure is put on them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would never want to be anyone else than who I am. My issues seem normal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-1578697580050903493?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/1578697580050903493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=1578697580050903493' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/1578697580050903493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/1578697580050903493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/01/true-confessions.html' title='True Confessions'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-8940439438821237900</id><published>2007-01-10T21:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T21:44:30.701-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Finally! The Triangle Peg Puzzle Solution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Z4VriW5ly7U' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Z4VriW5ly7U'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I try to solve this puzzle every time we go to the Cracker Barrel. The Boy got one in his stocking this year. After some intense losing, I finally stumbled on the answer. Then it took another half hour to remember how I did it. Generally I have 5 or more left at the end. I'm not sure how dumb that makes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also really bad at tic tac toe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-8940439438821237900?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/8940439438821237900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=8940439438821237900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/8940439438821237900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/8940439438821237900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/01/finally-triangle-peg-puzzle-solution_10.html' title='Finally! The Triangle Peg Puzzle Solution'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-5906742195630514782</id><published>2007-01-10T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T19:48:39.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard it From a Friend Who Heard it From a Friend</title><content type='html'>I was at &lt;a href="http://themeanmom.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Mean Mom&lt;/a&gt; and found a blog titled &lt;a href="http://forkinthehead.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-comment-perchance-to-meet.html"&gt;...so I stabbed him in the head with a fork&lt;/a&gt; (who can resist that?!) who pointed out they saw at &lt;a href="http://whyrustalkingme.blogspot.com/2007/01/show-yourself.html"&gt;Why Are You Stalking Me?&lt;/a&gt; who linked the post of &lt;a href="http://papernapkin.typepad.com/papernapkin/2006/01/hello_out_there.html"&gt;Paper Napkin&lt;/a&gt; that it is De-lurking Week. Dizzy Yet? I think I have all the credit in there at the right places. So say &lt;strong&gt;Hi!&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;YO!&lt;/strong&gt; or that &lt;strong&gt;This place is irritating!&lt;/strong&gt; Whatever, but be bold and de-lurk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or make me look dumb and don't comment at all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-5906742195630514782?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/5906742195630514782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=5906742195630514782' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5906742195630514782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5906742195630514782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/01/heard-it-from-friend-who-heard-it-from.html' title='Heard it From a Friend Who Heard it From a Friend'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-2634228494104470860</id><published>2007-01-10T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T19:36:56.297-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Hey Ohio: DUH!</title><content type='html'>Recently Ohio voted to raise min wage from $5.15 to $6.85 an hour. I think there was a record turnout at the polls. I'd never seen lines so long. Time to elect a President, everyone stays home to watch talk shows... but offer to raise the min wage and even the dead seem to crawl out of the woodwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden our local paper is screaming with headlines that say: &lt;a href="http://www.marionstar.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20070110/NEWS01/701100318"&gt;Will hike hit you in the pocketbook? Some say price rise needed for businesses to survive&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.marionstar.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20070110/NEWS01/701100319"&gt;Expert projects wage hike 'ripple effect'&lt;/a&gt; -- Well DUH! How else is McDonalds going to make the same kind of profit on a Big Mac? So here is what happens: The local teenager who used to make $5.15 an hour is now going to be replaced. By someone who is worth $6.85 an hour. Meanwhile, prices are going to go up all around to cover costs. Hours will be reduced. We'll get crappier service and lesser quality. Do you think I'll get an extra buck-seventy an hour because society feels sorry for me? Doubt it. Way to go voters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile the teenager who no longer has a job is now unemployable and will have to rob houses and sell drugs. They'll make more than ever. The middle class will no longer be able to support their fast food habit. Those people who never aspire to do more with their lives than minimum wage? Well, don't you worry... they will be OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first 'real' job at 16 paid $4.30 an hour. Just above minimum wage at the time. Within a year I was making $7 an hour. How? I worked hard, I looked for opportunities. I always did more than was asked of me. I always did my best no matter how crappy I felt. I was dependable and made myself indispensable. I worked through college. Then I looked for a better job. The people I encounter working McJobs and bussing tables -- might be worth $4 and hour on a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, society, give hard work a try. It's time to step out of the hand-out line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-2634228494104470860?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/2634228494104470860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=2634228494104470860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/2634228494104470860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/2634228494104470860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-ohio-duh.html' title='Hey Ohio: DUH!'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-7917716170544503382</id><published>2007-01-09T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T20:41:28.257-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Good Point - Peeves Remix</title><content type='html'>The issue of things spelled creatively &lt;a href="http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/01/pet-peeves.html"&gt;came up in the comments&lt;/a&gt;. The example was 'Kindergarten Korner'. I HATE THAT. I do not like it when 'ks' becomes 'x' as in Worx or Chex. I don't do Kookie Kutters or Kritters, not even Kustom Kolors. I don't say thanx (maybe once). I'm not kool enough. or kewl. When I was 5 I informed the cashier at Toys R Us that their R was backward on the sign outside. She laughed and tried to explain it. I still think it is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only - and I mean only - place that doesn't bother me: &lt;a href="http://www.krispykreme.com/"&gt;Krispy Kreme&lt;/a&gt;. Even I can't complain when the doughnuts are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry to all the mothers that have decided that there are &lt;a href="http://www2.ljworld.com/news/2007/jan/01/baby_names_michaels_amys_give_way_aidens_emmas/?living"&gt;45 ways to spell Mackenzie&lt;/a&gt;. That is just wrong. As a child I never could find pencils with my name on them. I'm still trying to recover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-7917716170544503382?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/7917716170544503382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=7917716170544503382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/7917716170544503382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/7917716170544503382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/01/good-point-peeves-remix.html' title='Good Point - Peeves Remix'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-3553852850902123261</id><published>2007-01-09T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T20:42:05.035-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grab bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Giving Props</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.orville.com/gateway?waf.action=P04ProductDetail&amp;productID=1046&amp;amp;mnav=products"&gt;Sweet and Buttery Popcorn&lt;/a&gt; - it's been my dinner 3 nights this week. As there has only been 3 days - Exactly. Almost as good as the flavor I'm sure it replaced: Honey Butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maurices.com/"&gt;Maurices&lt;/a&gt; - the clothing store I've come to love. I'm not a fashion guru, so their killer displays help. Everything seems to be compatible with everything else. A little expensive, but the time it saves... awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sears.com/sr/javasr/product.do?cat=Womens&amp;pid=054T0472000&amp;amp;vertical=SHOE&amp;subcat=Boots&amp;amp;BV_UseBVCookie=Yes"&gt;Covington Boots&lt;/a&gt; - Nice and comfy. I love them so much that I bought them in brown after owning them in black for a few weeks. I can walk in them all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0458352/"&gt;The Devil Wears Prada&lt;/a&gt; - If you like Ugly Betty, you will love this movie. You have to love the way the girls sticks out a hard situation and excels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that the new TV season is beginning. I don't get to watch a lot of TV, but when I do I love that there are new shows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-3553852850902123261?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/3553852850902123261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=3553852850902123261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/3553852850902123261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/3553852850902123261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/01/giving-props.html' title='Giving Props'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-3172674752097362473</id><published>2007-01-06T07:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T07:51:06.206-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Pet Peeves</title><content type='html'>The last book I read had two errors in it. I found them without looking, so I can only imagine if I had been... It used 'He' when it should have said 'She' and it &lt;em&gt;seriously&lt;/em&gt; had 'a lot' spelled as one word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two biggest pet peeves in the written language: People who spell 'a lot' as one word.. and people who omit the last comma when listing a series of something. For example: I do not like bananas, grapefruit and oatmeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only been told to lighten up twice this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-3172674752097362473?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/3172674752097362473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=3172674752097362473' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/3172674752097362473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/3172674752097362473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/01/pet-peeves.html' title='Pet Peeves'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-6584479285035184884</id><published>2007-01-06T07:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T07:45:14.583-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Karma is Evident</title><content type='html'>I've been working hard at work. I've been taking chances and that thing called initiative. It paid off. I was promoted. Which means more money, more responsibility, and I'm getting paid for the extras I was doing anyways. Which means my horoscopes for the last two months have been exactly right. Reviews are in two weeks. I seriously can not wait. It's almost like conference time was for me in school -- only better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could invite my parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-6584479285035184884?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/6584479285035184884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=6584479285035184884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6584479285035184884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6584479285035184884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/01/karma-is-evident.html' title='Karma is Evident'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-5370574768745134685</id><published>2007-01-04T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T21:50:34.324-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Not Another Teen Movie</title><content type='html'>I have bad skin. I've always had bad skin. I remember one year, the week before school started, I decided that I would cure my acne once and for all. I used everything I could find in the medicine cabinet and scrubbed my face on the hour, every hour, for days. It didn't work. I considered the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;toilet&lt;/span&gt; chemicals under the sink, but I was afraid of a chemical reaction that would cause my head to explode. Not pretty. Instead I grew out my bangs and it helped a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my hair cut a few weeks back, I've actually been 'doing' my hair. Which requires hairspray. And hair on my face. And skin. Which means? Breakout time. I clean my face twice a day to no avail. Seriously, how many people in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; late 20's have to deal with a Rudolph nose? (yes, bright red, on the tip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-5370574768745134685?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/5370574768745134685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=5370574768745134685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5370574768745134685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5370574768745134685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-another-teen-movie.html' title='Not Another Teen Movie'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-52304124483768122</id><published>2007-01-03T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T21:40:02.975-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>I don't think I've done a positive post in a while. I was born a complainer so whining just comes easier. Let's be thankful for some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My kids&lt;/strong&gt; - They are doing well in school (finally! for the boy) and seem happy and well adjusted.. despite certain obstacles in their lives. The littlest one (who has yet to encounter an obstacle) is darn near genius. At 2, I'm fairly sure she's more advanced than any ten year old I've met. And that is only &lt;em&gt;partially&lt;/em&gt; her mother talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The hubby&lt;/strong&gt; - Although he is a constant source of frustration and - well - the urge to break things... he is so good to me. I'm proud of him. He is truly the most considerate person I've ever met. And I'm extremely hard to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The job&lt;/strong&gt; - Not what I saw myself doing. Not even a job I thought I'd last 6 months at, but here I am with well over a year in and starting to think I'm a lifer. The monetary rewards are great, but the personal satisfaction and praise is so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our health&lt;/strong&gt; - For the first time in a month no one is up all night coughing. I can breathe through my nose again. It won't last long, but I'm glad for the time I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My animals&lt;/strong&gt; - Winter months are not fun for having outdoor animals. Mine are being very patient in waiting out the cold and the fact that it must be at least 45 to keep me outdoors longer than it takes to throw food. They all are staying pleasantly healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last, but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My friends&lt;/strong&gt; - My IRL peeps that get me through the work day (Hey gang #53!) and all of my digital friends (couldn't bring myself to say 'cyber'). Those of you who leave comments and make me smile because someone is thinking of me and those of you who are just reading. I know you are here, I check ;) Thank you all for making me feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that 2007 brings everyone as much joy as 2006 brought me. Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-52304124483768122?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/52304124483768122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=52304124483768122' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/52304124483768122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/52304124483768122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/01/tis-season.html' title='Tis the Season'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-8708084500440120086</id><published>2007-01-03T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T20:25:04.988-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>How to Seriously Annoy Me</title><content type='html'>When I try to find a flight on a certain day and your website &lt;strong&gt;helpfully&lt;/strong&gt; asks what time I want to leave .. and then totally disregards this by showing my flights that leave more than 12 hours earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had I wanted to leave &lt;em&gt;anytime&lt;/em&gt;, I'd have checked that option, thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-8708084500440120086?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/8708084500440120086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=8708084500440120086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/8708084500440120086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/8708084500440120086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-to-seriously-annoy-me.html' title='How to Seriously Annoy Me'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-5769395311906913527</id><published>2006-12-29T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T20:14:02.027-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>We Lived</title><content type='html'>Well, I made it through Christmas with relatively little pain. Everyone was happy. Santa comes a day early to our house, so we spend actual Christmas day in sweats and never left the house. The girls got new cameras lots of great pictures. My camcorder died that morning so I have no video. Unfortunately Santa had already gone and it was too late to ask for a new one. He did, however, leave me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.viewsonic.com/products/desktopdisplays/lcddisplays/xseries/vx2235wm/"&gt;http://www.viewsonic.com/products/desktopdisplays/lcddisplays/xseries/vx2235wm/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-5769395311906913527?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/5769395311906913527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=5769395311906913527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5769395311906913527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5769395311906913527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2006/12/we-lived.html' title='We Lived'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-247187086088418513</id><published>2006-12-23T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T20:59:57.520-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Bah Humbug</title><content type='html'>Just got done with the in-laws Christmas (party). I love my in-laws. They are everything my last set of in-laws weren't, and thankfully, are not everything my last set of in-laws were. This year was a doozy. My husband, the lone success story, has a couple brothers. The youngest has a 20 year old wife (he's mid-thirties) and a 9 year old daughter but a woman who's in close contact with children's services - constantly. This year the youngest brother is drunk, argumentative with everyone, combative, and obviously on something stronger than the pot he's usually smoking. He. Talked. Like. This. The. Whole. Night. By the end of the night I was falling asleep mid-sentence. He called me stupid, he told his mother she had no idea what she was talking about, and just generally made an ass of himself. Then he and his wife (who'd also been drinking) loaded up the 9 year old and went home. To their pit bull. Who is, apparently, the best family dog they could ever have. It's enough to make me want to drink. This is why I love the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-247187086088418513?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/247187086088418513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=247187086088418513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/247187086088418513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/247187086088418513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2006/12/bah-humbug.html' title='Bah Humbug'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-3881360966682381874</id><published>2006-12-22T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T19:21:41.479-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Christmas Carols for the Disturbed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://loislane214.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-carols-for-disturbed.html"&gt;This was taken from another blog&lt;/a&gt;. Apparently it offended and made at least one person cry. Folks, that's what we are about here: spreading the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Schizophrenia---- Do You Hear What I Hear, the Voices, the Voices?&lt;br /&gt;2) Amnesia-- I Don't Remember If I'll be Home for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;3) Narcissistic-- Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me&lt;br /&gt;4) Manic-- Deck The Halls And Walls And House And Lawn And Streets And Stores And Office And Town And Cars And Buses And Trucks And Trees And Fire Hydrants And...........&lt;br /&gt;5) Multiple Personality Disorder----We Three Queens Disoriented Are6) Paranoid---Santa Claus Is Coming To Get Us&lt;br /&gt;7) Borderline Personality Disorder--- You Better Watch Out, You Better not Shout, I'm Gonna Cry, and I'll not Tell You Why&lt;br /&gt;8) Full Personality Disorder--- Thoughts of Roasting You On an Open Fire&lt;br /&gt;9) Obsessive Compulsive Disorder---Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells&lt;br /&gt;10) Agoraphobia---I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day But Wouldn't Leave My House&lt;br /&gt;11) Senile Dementia---Walking In a Winter Wonderland Miles from My House in My Slippers and Robe&lt;br /&gt;12) Oppositional Defiant Disorder---I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus So I Burned Down the House&lt;br /&gt;13) Social Anxiety Disorder---Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas While I Sit Here and Hyperventilate&lt;br /&gt;14) Attention Deficit Disorder--We Wish You......Hey Look!! It's Snowing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As someone who has to turn her alarm clock 'ON/OFF' exactly seven times every night, my personal favorite is #9 ;) Now can someone pass the tissues.... *sniff*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-3881360966682381874?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/3881360966682381874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=3881360966682381874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/3881360966682381874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/3881360966682381874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-carols-for-disturbed.html' title='Christmas Carols for the Disturbed'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-5195442224637528299</id><published>2006-12-22T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T07:59:16.337-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Pondering</title><content type='html'>It is pretty common to run into people in my town who are chronic double-negative users. My question is if a double negative turns the statement into a positive, what would a triple negative do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having trouble coming up with a triple negative, so Amy at work helped me out. She came up with this beauty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I don't want nothing no more&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what it means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-5195442224637528299?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/5195442224637528299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=5195442224637528299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5195442224637528299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5195442224637528299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2006/12/pondering.html' title='Pondering'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-6794157439753389297</id><published>2006-12-20T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T07:55:12.233-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Busted</title><content type='html'>This morning I got busted leaving tooth fairy money for the boy. I know he's 9 and too old for that stuff, but I can't find a way to break it to him without upsetting the little ones. He'd tell. So.. I told him I was trying to find his money to take it. I said I wasn't giving you money, I was trying to steal it. Then I offered to take the $5 off his hands. He declined and decided to buy the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's better to be a thief than a liar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-6794157439753389297?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/6794157439753389297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=6794157439753389297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6794157439753389297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/6794157439753389297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2006/12/busted.html' title='Busted'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-8428520960219261083</id><published>2006-12-18T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T20:46:12.489-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Here Comes Santa Clause</title><content type='html'>One of the presents I got for Dan was a &lt;a href="http://www.remington-products.com/mensshavers/ms900.htm"&gt;new electric razor&lt;/a&gt;. He's been using the same Braun since I've known him (four years now?). I'm hoping he'll like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two people left on my list. My mom and my grandma. I wanted to get my mom Cold Case on DVD, but apparently they have not released it and are not going to anytime soon. So, that's the only hard thing left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have everything wrapped. I always give everyone a paper and then don't put names on the presents. I enjoy them trying to figure out what belongs to who by the shape of the box and they always forget that everyone gets the same paper for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-8428520960219261083?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/8428520960219261083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=8428520960219261083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/8428520960219261083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/8428520960219261083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2006/12/here-comes-santa-clause.html' title='Here Comes Santa Clause'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-5946308081469538912</id><published>2006-12-18T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T20:39:55.888-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Balancing Act</title><content type='html'>A new girl started at work today. That makes us a 'four' when we just got used to being 'three'. If you've ever worked with women, you know how very little it takes to upset the scales of justice. Things went ok today. It will be interesting to see the week play out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-5946308081469538912?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/5946308081469538912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=5946308081469538912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5946308081469538912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5946308081469538912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2006/12/balancing-act.html' title='Balancing Act'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-5437535384547982790</id><published>2006-12-16T23:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T23:31:30.148-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>The Tree is Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chart/324500247/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/134/324500247_4fd6107930_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last weekend we got the tree up. By 'we', I mean the three kids. They worked together to unpack, build, and decorate it themselves. The bottom of it has colored lights, the top has white. There are three ornaments on most of the branches. I reduced myself to picture-taker and really let them run the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been so proud.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-5437535384547982790?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/5437535384547982790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=5437535384547982790' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5437535384547982790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/5437535384547982790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2006/12/tree-is-up.html' title='The Tree is Up'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-987624829802758909</id><published>2006-12-16T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T21:34:10.237-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Welcome Back</title><content type='html'>Hello, real world. Glad to be back aboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sick pretty much all week. I think I peaked today. I spent much of the day in a drug-induced (yes, legal as long as I buy less than three boxes a month) haze. Mostly I was sleeping. What a way to waste a Saturday, but I feel semi-normal again. My headache is back to a dull-ache and I can breathe out of one nostril. This, folks, we call progress. The worse, however, is yet to come. I think the husband has caught it and you know how men are when they are sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-987624829802758909?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/987624829802758909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=987624829802758909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/987624829802758909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/987624829802758909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2006/12/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back'/><author><name>Christi</name><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-18614575.post-3744297248305847332</id><published>2006-12-12T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T22:07:19.964-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yes, I've started making my list. I've never made resolutions before because I always thought it was a dumb way to motivate a person. If you had the strength to do it in the new year, you have it now. Well, call me a bandwagon-jumper-oner. But I'm going to be specific.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exercise 4 nights a week by doing as many crunches as I possibly can (plus ten). No credit for future performances. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep a cleaner office. This means at least having no more than one junk box full of crap at any one time. And no moving the boxes to another room to make it fit. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cut my pop intake by one pop a day. I drink about 6 cans a day now. Really. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Replace that one pop with water. The only water I drink now is when I accidentally swallow some when brushing my teeth. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fit back into my jeans. The size 4's that I loved and that fit me last winter. They will be mine again. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fight less with Dan. Learn to walk away. At least get out of earshot before I mutter the last word. At least once a week. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get better with PHP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is it so far. I would not hold my breath. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614575-3744297248305847332?l=be-fearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/feeds/3744297248305847332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614575&amp;postID=3744297248305847332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/3744297248305847332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614575/posts/default/3744297248305847332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-fearless.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Christi</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614575.post-6263877099722917161</id><published>2006-12-12T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T21:58:13.420-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grab bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>For the Bored</title><content type='html'>COLORS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ RED ]&lt;br /&gt;1. Closest red thing to you? One of Meg's Piggies (hair tie)&lt;br /&gt;2. Has anyone ever cheated on you in a relationship? Yes, but generally it's the other way around&lt;br /&gt;3. Last thing to make you angry? It was the 9 year old telling me that we weren't going to a pageant, it was a program. He ALWAYS feels the need to correct me.&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you a fan of romance? NO&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever been in love? I'm always in love, with someone. Usually myself.&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you have a temper? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ GREEN ]&lt;br /&gt;1. Closest green thing to you? Yet another Piggie.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you care about the environment? More so after watching the movie, The Day After Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you jealous of anyone right now? Yes, people who get to do what they want and still get a full 9 hours sleep.&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you a lucky person? I'm not unlucky. God Loves me.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you always want what you can't have? If I want it, I get it. Period. Unless it is sleep.&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you Irish? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ PURPLE ]&lt;br /&gt;1. Last purple thing you saw? A VERY cute dress at the Christmas (Program) tonight.&lt;br /&gt;2. Like being treated to expensive things? I like to treat myself to expensive things.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you like mysterious things? No. Surprises Suck.&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite type of chocolate? Any that 'doesn't count'&lt;br /&gt;5. Ever met anyone in royalty? Does the Quarter Horse Queen count?&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you creative? Depends on how much trouble I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you lonely? I walk a pretty lonely path. I find people can only tolerate *so much* of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ YELLOW ]&lt;br /&gt;1. Closest yellow thing to you? More PIGGIES!&lt;br /&gt;2. The happiest time(s) of your life? I'm generally happy a lot. I like to spend money on others. And myself.&lt;br /&gt;3. Favorite holiday? I'm not a big fan of holidays. Most likely the 4th of July, there is no expectation to 'perform.'&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you a coward? I'm confrontational, but I have walls. Thick, thick walls.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you burn or tan? Burn, then tan. But I try not to do either. I don't want wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you want children? I want the three I have. Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;7. What makes you happy? Peace, Love, and 4-legged furry things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ BLUE ]&lt;br /&gt;1. Closest blue thing to you? You guessed it. I think I have the whole bag on my desk.&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you good at calming people down? Yes, I'm pretty level-headed when I have to be. With three kids you learn to distract and replace FAST.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you like the ocean? I hate water so much I can't even stick my face under the shower.&lt;br /&gt;4. What was the last thing that made you cry? My mom. I cry a lot though. It makes me feel good... well better.&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you a logical thinker? I'd say I'm a rational thinker. I can rationalize anything.&lt;br /&gt;6. Can you sleep easily? I don't even think my head needs to hit the pillow anymore. I'm scheduled though. You won't catch me napping at noon. Unless I'm at work. Drunk.&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you prefer the beach or the woods? I prefer the barn. And people who don't use double negatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ PINK ]&lt;br /&gt;1. Closest pink thing to you? Post-its, actually. Then piggies.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you like sweet things? I've been know to eat sugar.&lt;br /&gt;3. Like play-fighting? Always.&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you sensitive? And I'd like to stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like punk music? What exactly is punk music? Is it by Pink? Maybe a song or two. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite flower? I'm not a flower person.&lt;br /&gt;7. Does someone have a crush on you? Only every guy at work. Ok, maybe no so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ORANGE ]&lt;br /&gt;1. Closest orange thing to you? I should really take a picture because I am sure you don't believe me.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you like to burn things? Play with fire, wet the bed. I won't even use a lighter. I'm not sure I could.&lt;br /&gt;3. Dress up for Halloween? Nope, didn't even like to when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you usually a warm-hearted person? I'm not a mean person, but you won't find my inviting the bums over for dinner. Maybe I'm a little mean.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you prefer the single life or the security of a relationship? You can't have both? I don't think I'm the long-term type, but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;6. What would your super power be? I'd want to be psychic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ WHITE ]&lt;br /&gt;1. Closest white thing to you? Paper, paper everywhere&lt;br /&gt;3. Always try to keep the peace? I'm usually the breaker of peace&lt;br /&gt;4. How do you imagine your wedding? My next one? Non-existent&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like to play in the snow? I didn't even sled as a child. I'd like snow if it was say, 70 out when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you afraid of going to the doctors or dentist? No and yes.&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you have Attention Deficit Disorder(A.D.D)? No. Noone that can watch 12 hours of tv from the same sofa can possibly have ADD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ BLACK ]&lt;br /&gt;1. Closest black thing to you? My Mouse or keyboard. Unless you count the undies.... Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ever enjoy hurting people? Probably more than I should. Some people, some people just ask for it.&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you sophisticated or silly? I'm sarcastic. But I can behave at a dinner party. If you pay me.&lt;br /&gt;4. ?? Where did 4 go?&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have a lot of secrets? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite color(s)? When I was a kid, I would never pick a favorite color because I didn't want to hurt the other crayon's feelings. They couldn't help being born the color they were. Seriously. I think it carried over. 7. Does the color you wear affect your mood? Well sure. I feel grown-up in black, young in pink, and dorky in red. 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