<?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-17733110</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:18:39.340-05:00</updated><category term='Patriotism'/><category term='Pet Peeves'/><category term='Reality TV'/><category term='Courage'/><category term='Anger'/><category term='Family Fun'/><category term='hurricane'/><category term='Socializing'/><category term='Moody'/><category term='Panic'/><category term='Ghetto'/><category term='brain stuff'/><category term='heroes'/><category term='Goofiness'/><category term='Stupidity'/><category term='deathtrap'/><category term='Dreaminess'/><category term='Self-Help'/><category term='life'/><category term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Panic Shmanic!</title><subtitle type='html'>Why yes, that IS a fake telephone in my hand; and yes I am talking to someone.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-5230905689131257600</id><published>2011-05-03T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:07:37.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1....ish.</title><content type='html'>Back at the beginning. The start. The place. I need to set my own pace. My own goals. Write my own story. Stop letting the fear win and take over. I want to be the girl that used to be the life of the party. The girl who wasn't afraid of going out alone. Or driving alone. I want to become a new version of myself. A stronger, healthier, happier version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to where it all started. I may have to do some digging, but the problems WILL be solved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-5230905689131257600?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/5230905689131257600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=5230905689131257600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5230905689131257600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5230905689131257600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-1ish.html' title='Day 1....ish.'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-3655946961740097188</id><published>2011-02-28T09:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T09:23:30.197-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Sometimes Life is just...</title><content type='html'>A big oozing wound of ICK! Yea, we had so much going on this weekend. Taking the cat to get fixed, our friends birthday, drinking, panic attacks, drinking, playing board games, arguing. It's all just a jumble of unexpressed emotions. I struggle everyday with my panic disorder. I try multiple things to move past them, through them, around them. Some work. Some don't. This weekend was a test of my ability to function whilst in the midst of one and alone. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EPIC FAIL. Well, maybe not epic, but yeah I fought so hard and just had to push through and try to keep going. They threaten to just stop me in my tracks and I just am tired of them winning all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I did 10 mins of cardio and then took the dogs out for a play and walk. I am glad about that. The natural endorphines I think can only help my situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's that. Possibly more later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-3655946961740097188?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/3655946961740097188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=3655946961740097188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/3655946961740097188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/3655946961740097188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2011/02/sometimes-life-is-just.html' title='Sometimes Life is just...'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-5932171627932614459</id><published>2010-06-14T12:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T12:55:44.895-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the saddle...</title><content type='html'>Since the last time I posted, we are in a new place, have a new kitten and are doing well. I am still struggling with my panic issue but it's getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here wondering why I watch these crazy housewives shows. Seriously? what is wrong with people? why don't they have a show about REAL women  that are ACTUAL housewives? I am a lesbian housewife and my life is nothing like what's happening on TV!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting right? yeah I know...I want to get back into this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-5932171627932614459?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/5932171627932614459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=5932171627932614459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5932171627932614459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5932171627932614459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-in-saddle.html' title='Back in the saddle...'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-7489314531870926324</id><published>2008-11-24T07:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:49:33.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bain of my diet existence....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SSqit7onvOI/AAAAAAAABdE/ALptIrecviY/s1600-h/tots-779933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272205223776468194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SSqit7onvOI/AAAAAAAABdE/ALptIrecviY/s320/tots-779933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BURGER KING cheesy Tots!! DAMN YOU!!!! You are delicious and far far from nutritious! DAMN YOU and your cheesy goodness!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-7489314531870926324?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/7489314531870926324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=7489314531870926324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/7489314531870926324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/7489314531870926324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2008/11/bain-of-my-diet-existence.html' title='The Bain of my diet existence....'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SSqit7onvOI/AAAAAAAABdE/ALptIrecviY/s72-c/tots-779933.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-5623331787813660329</id><published>2008-03-14T08:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T08:44:37.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some more of ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s270.photobucket.com/albums/jj101/sunshinelyots/Icons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ChristianIcons.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj101/sunshinelyots/Icons/ChristianIcons.jpg" border="0" alt="Christian Icons" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-5623331787813660329?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/5623331787813660329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=5623331787813660329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5623331787813660329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5623331787813660329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-more-of-me.html' title='Some more of ME'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj101/sunshinelyots/Icons/th_ChristianIcons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-5855096589370454194</id><published>2008-03-14T08:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T08:43:10.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Had 1 cup of Fiber1 cereal with 1 cup of lowfat Lactaid. Usually fills me up pretty good. Did a 2nd 15 minutes last night for a totally of 30 mins walk yesterday. I was pretty happy with myself. I had about 2 cups of left over pasta chicken and veggies for lunch. Some Crispix mix for a snack, and a grilled chicken ceaser salad for dinner. It was all very tasty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Today I am feeling mostly okeedokee. My shoulder still hurts which causes the muscles all across the back to hurt when I walk. I did 20 mins this morning. I just kept telling myself to do one more, one more..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I did a small meditative quiet time with my bible. I decided I'm going to read Phillipians....there's one verse in there that makes me feel better.. "I can do all things through Him who gives me strength." I am trying to incorporate quiet time with God each morning. It's just as important to my well being as getting moving everyday and eating right. I'm really working hard at this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thanks for checkin in... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Peace! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-5855096589370454194?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/5855096589370454194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=5855096589370454194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5855096589370454194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5855096589370454194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-11.html' title='Day 11....'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-4962229823021749140</id><published>2008-03-13T09:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T09:03:23.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10 of the "new" life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Everyday I am trying harder, and pushing myself further along. I am constantly working through the trps of  my mind. I am diligently pushing through the negativity. I know that with all the love and support that I have, I will continue to do well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sometimes it's hard. I know its going to be. I will continue to use the tools that I have learned. I am stronger than I think I am. I am more powerful than I give myself credit for. I just wanted to express that somehow. I'm gonna try and update here what I am having to eat everyday so that I can keep track of how I'm doing.... so far this morning I had a bowl of Fiber 1 cereal. And I've already gone for a 15 minute walk. I am going to do another 15 minutes this afternoon.  so wish me luck, if anyone checks in... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Peace ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-4962229823021749140?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/4962229823021749140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=4962229823021749140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/4962229823021749140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/4962229823021749140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-10-of-new-life.html' title='Day 10 of the &quot;new&quot; life...'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-1182040421610152609</id><published>2008-03-12T09:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T09:08:00.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>struggles....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i am trying so hard to improve my life, my health, my emotional and mental well-being. I have made great strides in the past week. I have had a couple of bumps, but mostly I've been strdiging forward. I know I am in a battle with my will. I am in a battle for my happiness. I am fighting satan at every turn. He is using all of his tricks and roadblocks to get in and get me off track. I am refusing to let him. I am fighting him at all costs. He isn't an easy foe. He has been ahold of me with fear, doubt, self-loathing. I'm fighting him with courage, faith in God's Words and self-love. He hasn't liked that. He wants to keep me trapped in my fear and doubt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I will no longer allow myself to be bullied by these things. I have been taking HUGE steps towards my life. To gain my life back. To get back to a place of health and well-being. I am proud of the progress I've made, am proud of the progress I am continuing to make. I am thankful to God for His angels that He sends to help me. I am thankful for His promises. I am prayerful that I will remain faithful to His will for my life, and that I will continue to become stronger and stronger every day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Peace ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-1182040421610152609?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/1182040421610152609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=1182040421610152609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/1182040421610152609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/1182040421610152609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2008/03/struggles.html' title='struggles....'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-1260462363378603637</id><published>2008-03-06T09:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T10:01:40.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Checkin In....</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't been around in a while..... I have been dealing with some serious stuff with myself. Health, Mental and all that fun stuff. I am finding ways to get through it. it's like something clicked. Like God turned a light on for me and now I am finally moving. I am FINALLY focusing on the joy, love and happiness that I deserve!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to let those who still check in, that I am ok and getting better everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am determined to get back to the things I love and get my life back in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad love and Peace Ya'll!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-1260462363378603637?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/1260462363378603637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=1260462363378603637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/1260462363378603637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/1260462363378603637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2008/03/checkin-in.html' title='Checkin In....'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-6979391839163245036</id><published>2008-01-29T06:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T13:00:32.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One:</title><content type='html'>For breakfast 7 am. I had 1/4 C of Cottage Cheese and 2 slices of oven roasted turkey. Added 2 aspirins to my meds....my back is really tight. After breakfast I did 10 mins with the stretchy bands. working my arms and back. Trying to increase my activity level. Just a bit everyday. I will do 10 more mins again after lunch and that should be a good 20 mins for today. I know that I will feel better and look better doing this. I need to be consistent and persistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Positive Thought for the Day: I am my own unique self- special, creative, and wonderful! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack 10am. - 1/4 C trail mix and slice of Provolone cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch 1pm. - cheese quesadillas and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 mins with bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner 6pm.... hopefully we will be having turkey tacos things with tomatoes..... as long as it's defrosted... lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-6979391839163245036?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/6979391839163245036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=6979391839163245036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/6979391839163245036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/6979391839163245036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-one.html' title='Day One:'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-7914615277796301039</id><published>2008-01-18T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T08:45:21.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/R5Cr_ue_8VI/AAAAAAAABBM/NXhTjfvlpc0/s1600-h/Demon+kitty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156810684637376850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/R5Cr_ue_8VI/AAAAAAAABBM/NXhTjfvlpc0/s200/Demon+kitty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For the past 2 days I have been in a terrible funk. I thought we lost our cat Midnite..... she's about 19 yrs old. She loves to lay out back on our balcony and sun herself. It's one of her favorite things. For the last few days though, she's taken to laying outside the railing, making me very nervous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wednesday she was out there doing her usual thing, just laying there sunning and I thought nothing of it. Until dinner time when I fed the kitties and Midnite didn't come running as usual. I was a little worried at first, so I looked out back and she wasn't there, I looked in their room and she wasn't there. I began to panic. I starting tearing the house apart looking for her. Nothing. For 2 days I looked and looked, we put up fliers, and Lana and I traversed the neighborhood. We searched everywhere she could possibly be, IF she had fallen. We found nothing, not a sign, not a peep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was in hysterics, heartbroken and so was my Trinket, Midnite is her baby. This morning, I was about to head back into the kitty room having determined that she went somewhere to die and found a place to hide. I opened the back door for Lana....and there on the first floor (we live on the 4th) lying on a cable box is our kitty Midnite. Sunning herself like it's just another day in the neighborhood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have never run so fast in my life. I nearly killed myself. She was scared at first and then realized that it was me and I brought her upstairs to eat and drink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Our hearts are whole again and our kitty is back safe and sound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thank GOD!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Peace ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-7914615277796301039?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/7914615277796301039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=7914615277796301039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/7914615277796301039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/7914615277796301039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2008/01/miracles.html' title='Miracles'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/R5Cr_ue_8VI/AAAAAAAABBM/NXhTjfvlpc0/s72-c/Demon+kitty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-5871009819640488142</id><published>2008-01-13T08:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T08:06:45.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stillwater, West Coast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/R4oMjue_8QI/AAAAAAAAA_g/eDC0_NhB-f0/s1600-h/myband.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154946531391959298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/R4oMjue_8QI/AAAAAAAAA_g/eDC0_NhB-f0/s320/myband.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is hella fun!!! hahahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's how The Band Meme goes. You are about to have your own band's CD cover. Follow these directions to the letter. Go to......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first article title on the page is the name of your band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3"&gt;http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Use your graphics program of choice to throw them together, and post the result as a comment in this post. Also, pass it along in your own journal because it’s more amusing that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-5871009819640488142?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/5871009819640488142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=5871009819640488142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5871009819640488142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5871009819640488142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2008/01/stillwater-west-coast.html' title='Stillwater, West Coast'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/R4oMjue_8QI/AAAAAAAAA_g/eDC0_NhB-f0/s72-c/myband.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-8030845927557744576</id><published>2008-01-10T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T10:00:27.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sister The MORON....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, there has been family drama going on lately and my sister is at the center of the chaos. Not that this has been a surprise to me, but the fact that she is following through with her outrageous threats is beyond me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My sister, who's husband nearly killed her last year, broke her jaw, choked her, and almost stabbed her. She didn't press charges, she didn't put his ass in jail. She is at this moment trying to go back to him. In the meantime, she has decided that she would ruin my mother's life and make her more miserable than she already has. She has taken her anger and insanity out on my stepdad. Who has been an amazing father to her. He has put up with all of her bullshit and inconsideration for the last 8 years. She has threatened his livlihood, and my mother's happiness. I want to kick her ass, but she doesn't have the balls to call me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm afraid that she's burned all the bridges leading to the people that care about her. She doesn't care about anything but herself and what she can get out of everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UGH! I'm so frustrated I can't even really think straight. I just hope she comes to her senses before it's too late and he choices become irrevocable! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PLECH!! GGGRRR!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-8030845927557744576?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/8030845927557744576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=8030845927557744576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/8030845927557744576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/8030845927557744576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-sister-moron.html' title='My Sister The MORON....'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-8832951703092671220</id><published>2008-01-03T10:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T10:44:37.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Vaca Updatey!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ok, so we had a couple of hectic months. Loss of our bunny and all the holiday traveling. So, here's a little something from our recent trip to Cleveland. I am quite proud of my accomplishment BTW. For starters, we left about 1:30 on the 21st. There was a beautiful rainbow on our way out of town that we TRIED to get a picture of. Didn't work.... But here are a few taken from our trip up....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/R30AX-e_8FI/AAAAAAAAA-I/-gRQUpF5PoE/s1600-h/Snowy+fields.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151273960691724370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/R30AX-e_8FI/AAAAAAAAA-I/-gRQUpF5PoE/s200/Snowy+fields.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/R30AXue_8CI/AAAAAAAAA9w/ohzVhYEQ4sM/s1600-h/blue+ridge+mountains.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151273956396757026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/R30AXue_8CI/AAAAAAAAA9w/ohzVhYEQ4sM/s200/blue+ridge+mountains.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/R30AX-e_8DI/AAAAAAAAA94/pt04T-4Obos/s1600-h/Downtown+SC.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151273960691724338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/R30AX-e_8DI/AAAAAAAAA94/pt04T-4Obos/s200/Downtown+SC.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/R30AX-e_8EI/AAAAAAAAA-A/openaK13MsA/s1600-h/mountains.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151273960691724354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/R30AX-e_8EI/AAAAAAAAA-A/openaK13MsA/s200/mountains.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;These were moslty taken in Virginia gong through the mountains which I was driving. It was freezing and FOGGY and I was TERRIFIED. I could barely see 5 feet in front of me. I got through it tho. I loved seeing the snow on the ground in the fields. I didn't really get to enjoy it while driving. Thank Goodness that Trink was takin pictures for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I can't believe how good Lana was. She just was so patient waiting to get out of the car. The Drive wasn't so bad, we stopped in North Carolina overnight. Made it to Cleveland about 3:30 the next day dispite a wrong turn. LOL. I was so happy to see snow on the ground at Jason's place. Lana got out and jumped right over the snow not sure what to make of it. We played for a little so she could stretch her legs.  It was fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jason and Michaels place, is gorgeous! I can't believe I didn't get MORE pictures than I did. I'm soo BAD!! I took a bunch of pictures of the kids and did get SOME video though. We had a good time. Trink got a 24 hr bug that was no fun, but after that we were good to go. Had Christmas lunch at Aunt Rose's and Uncle Nick's. HOLY COW Italian families serve ALOT of food. I swear all we did while we were there was eat. GREAT FOOD, but eat eat eat. SHEESH!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm fighting a cold myself right now, so I will post more about our trip later with more pictures. Not that anyone is really checkin....lol....just tazlkin to myself!! hahahah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Peace ya'll! Hope everyone had a SAFE happy Holiday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-8832951703092671220?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/8832951703092671220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=8832951703092671220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/8832951703092671220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/8832951703092671220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-from-vaca-updatey.html' title='Back from Vaca Updatey!!'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/R30AX-e_8FI/AAAAAAAAA-I/-gRQUpF5PoE/s72-c/Snowy+fields.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-8046358684431271054</id><published>2007-12-14T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T19:10:23.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Ashton Micheal 2001-2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/R2W-Z6O6ErI/AAAAAAAAA9o/xSbxC0JYFlM/s1600-h/Ashton+Michael.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144727501678449330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/R2W-Z6O6ErI/AAAAAAAAA9o/xSbxC0JYFlM/s320/Ashton+Michael.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our little man. He was the best bunny ever. He was a Valentine's Day present for my Trinket. He was really hers. He didn't like anyone else. Whenever she was around he would hop and snuggle right up against her chest. We had him for a good long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today he left us. I guess it was his little bunny time. We will miss him. We only hope that we were as good to him as he was to us. He gave us much joy and laughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;night night sweet little man. Run in those fields of alfalfa. We love you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-8046358684431271054?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/8046358684431271054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=8046358684431271054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/8046358684431271054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/8046358684431271054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/12/rip-ashton-micheal-2001-2007.html' title='R.I.P. Ashton Micheal 2001-2007'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/R2W-Z6O6ErI/AAAAAAAAA9o/xSbxC0JYFlM/s72-c/Ashton+Michael.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-3397791728787796896</id><published>2007-12-01T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T23:02:45.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPER COOL FOR THE TROOPS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.letssaythanks.com/"&gt;SEND A CARD FOR FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show the men and women that are fighting for what may be a lost cause, that we support their willingness to stand up for all of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-3397791728787796896?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/3397791728787796896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=3397791728787796896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/3397791728787796896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/3397791728787796896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/12/super-cool-for-troops.html' title='SUPER COOL FOR THE TROOPS!'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-6514872228258818011</id><published>2007-11-26T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T10:05:03.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just Spent $1M!!!! WHOOO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;If I was a millionaire, I'd buy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=187&amp;amp;category_id=15"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spendamillion.com/items/187_1.jpg" alt="Nine Bed House in Ireland" name="Nine Bed House in Ireland" width="120" height="87" id="photo0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" item_id="187&amp;amp;category_id="15"&gt;Nine'&gt;http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=187&amp;amp;category_id=15"&gt;Nine&lt;/a&gt; Bed House in Ireland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Price: $616,836 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="200" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=124&amp;amp;category_id=2"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spendamillion.com/items/124_1.jpg" alt="World Cruise for Two" name="World Cruise for Two" width="120" height="87" id="photo1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" item_id="124&amp;amp;category_id="2"&gt;World'&gt;http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=124&amp;amp;category_id=2"&gt;World&lt;/a&gt; Cruise for Two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Price: $241,996 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=234&amp;amp;category_id=12"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spendamillion.com/items/234_1.jpg" alt="100k Savings Account" name="100k Savings Account" width="120" height="87" id="photo2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" item_id="234&amp;amp;category_id="12"&gt;100k'&gt;http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=234&amp;amp;category_id=12"&gt;100k&lt;/a&gt; Savings Account&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Price: $200,000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="200" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=38&amp;amp;category_id=1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spendamillion.com/items/38_1.jpg" alt="Range Rover 4.2 Supercharged Vogue SE" name="Range Rover 4.2 Supercharged Vogue SE" width="120" height="87" id="photo3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" item_id="38&amp;amp;category_id="1"&gt;Range'&gt;http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=38&amp;amp;category_id=1"&gt;Range&lt;/a&gt; Rover 4.2 Supercharged Vogue SE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Price: $146,000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=285&amp;amp;category_id=14"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spendamillion.com/items/285_1.jpg" alt="Help Fight Cancer" name="Help Fight Cancer" width="120" height="87" id="photo4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" item_id="285&amp;amp;category_id="14"&gt;Help'&gt;http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=285&amp;amp;category_id=14"&gt;Help&lt;/a&gt; Fight Cancer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Price: $100,000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="200" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=299&amp;amp;category_id=1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spendamillion.com/items/299_1.jpg" alt="VW Camper Van" name="VW Camper Van" width="120" height="87" id="photo5" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" item_id="299&amp;amp;category_id="1"&gt;VW'&gt;http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=299&amp;amp;category_id=1"&gt;VW&lt;/a&gt; Camper Van&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Price: $68,000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=173&amp;amp;category_id=5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spendamillion.com/items/173_1.jpg" alt="Own Your own Horse" name="Own Your own Horse" width="120" height="87" id="photo6" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" item_id="173&amp;amp;category_id="5"&gt;Own'&gt;http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=173&amp;amp;category_id=5"&gt;Own&lt;/a&gt; Your own Horse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Price: $63,000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="200" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=205&amp;amp;category_id=7"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spendamillion.com/items/205_1.jpg" alt="Debts, credit cards, loans &amp;amp; store cards" name="Debts credit cards loans &amp;amp; store cards" width="120" height="87" id="photo7" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" item_id="205&amp;amp;category_id="7"&gt;Debts'&gt;http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=205&amp;amp;category_id=7"&gt;Debts&lt;/a&gt;, credit cards, loans &amp;amp; store cards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Price: $60,000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=262&amp;amp;category_id=13"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spendamillion.com/items/262_1.jpg" alt="Adopt a Third World Child" name="Adopt a Third World Child" width="120" height="87" id="photo8" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" item_id="262&amp;amp;category_id="13"&gt;Adopt'&gt;http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=262&amp;amp;category_id=13"&gt;Adopt&lt;/a&gt; a Third World Child&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Price: $60,000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="200" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=286&amp;amp;category_id=1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spendamillion.com/items/286_1.jpg" alt="Harley Davidson Motorcycle" name="Harley Davidson Motorcycle" width="120" height="87" id="photo9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" item_id="286&amp;amp;category_id="1"&gt;Harley'&gt;http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=286&amp;amp;category_id=1"&gt;Harley&lt;/a&gt; Davidson Motorcycle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Price: $53,490 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=215&amp;amp;category_id=14"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spendamillion.com/items/215_1.jpg" alt="Family Donation" name="Family Donation" width="120" height="87" id="photo10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" item_id="215&amp;amp;category_id="14"&gt;Family'&gt;http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=215&amp;amp;category_id=14"&gt;Family&lt;/a&gt; Donation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Price: $50,000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="200" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=104&amp;amp;category_id=8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spendamillion.com/items/104_1.jpg" alt="New Luxury Bathroom" name="New Luxury Bathroom" width="120" height="87" id="photo11" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" item_id="104&amp;amp;category_id="8"&gt;New'&gt;http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=104&amp;amp;category_id=8"&gt;New&lt;/a&gt; Luxury Bathroom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Price: $50,000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=241&amp;amp;category_id=8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spendamillion.com/items/241_1.jpg" alt="Landscaped Gardens" name="Landscaped Gardens" width="120" height="87" id="photo12" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" item_id="241&amp;amp;category_id="8"&gt;Landscaped'&gt;http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=241&amp;amp;category_id=8"&gt;Landscaped&lt;/a&gt; Gardens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Price: $40,000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="200" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=250&amp;amp;category_id=3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spendamillion.com/items/250_1.jpg" alt="20k gadget fest!" name="20k gadget fest!" width="120" height="87" id="photo13" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" item_id="250&amp;amp;category_id="3"&gt;20k'&gt;http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=250&amp;amp;category_id=3"&gt;20k&lt;/a&gt; gadget fest!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Price: $40,000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=232&amp;amp;category_id=14"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spendamillion.com/items/232_1.jpg" alt="Donate Towards Clean Water in Africa" name="Donate Towards Clean Water in Africa" width="120" height="87" id="photo14" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" item_id="232&amp;amp;category_id="14"&gt;Donate'&gt;http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=232&amp;amp;category_id=14"&gt;Donate&lt;/a&gt; Towards Clean Water in Africa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Price: $40,000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="200" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=237&amp;amp;category_id=2"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spendamillion.com/items/237_1.jpg" alt="Las Vegas Casino Rampage" name="Las Vegas Casino Rampage" width="120" height="87" id="photo15" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" item_id="237&amp;amp;category_id="2"&gt;Las'&gt;http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=237&amp;amp;category_id=2"&gt;Las&lt;/a&gt; Vegas Casino Rampage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Price: $34,000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=202&amp;amp;category_id=14"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spendamillion.com/items/202_1.jpg" alt="NSPCC donation" name="NSPCC donation" width="120" height="87" id="photo16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" item_id="202&amp;amp;category_id="14"&gt;NSPCC'&gt;http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=202&amp;amp;category_id=14"&gt;NSPCC&lt;/a&gt; donation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Price: $20,000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="200" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=284&amp;amp;category_id=14"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spendamillion.com/items/284_1.jpg" alt="PDSA Pets Donation" name="PDSA Pets Donation" width="120" height="87" id="photo17" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" item_id="284&amp;amp;category_id="14"&gt;PDSA'&gt;http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=284&amp;amp;category_id=14"&gt;PDSA&lt;/a&gt; Pets Donation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Price: $20,000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=56&amp;amp;category_id=3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spendamillion.com/items/56_1.jpg" alt="Ultimate Computer Apple" name="Ultimate Computer Apple" width="120" height="87" id="photo18" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" item_id="56&amp;amp;category_id="3"&gt;Ultimate'&gt;http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=56&amp;amp;category_id=3"&gt;Ultimate&lt;/a&gt; Computer Apple&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Price: $17,468 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="200" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=292&amp;amp;category_id=10"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spendamillion.com/items/292_1.jpg" alt="Famous Artwork" name="Famous Artwork" width="120" height="87" id="photo19" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" item_id="292&amp;amp;category_id="10"&gt;Famous'&gt;http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=292&amp;amp;category_id=10"&gt;Famous&lt;/a&gt; Artwork&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Price: $16,106 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=198&amp;amp;category_id=5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spendamillion.com/items/198_1.jpg" alt="Keep Coi Carp" name="Keep Coi Carp" width="120" height="87" id="photo20" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" item_id="198&amp;amp;category_id="5"&gt;Keep'&gt;http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=198&amp;amp;category_id=5"&gt;Keep&lt;/a&gt; Coi Carp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Price: $14,190 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="200" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=129&amp;amp;category_id=13"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spendamillion.com/items/129_1.jpg" alt="Piano Lessons" name="Piano Lessons" width="120" height="87" id="photo21" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" item_id="129&amp;amp;category_id="13"&gt;Piano'&gt;http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=129&amp;amp;category_id=13"&gt;Piano&lt;/a&gt; Lessons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Price: $12,480 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=48&amp;amp;category_id=3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spendamillion.com/items/48_1.jpg" alt="Plasma TV Pioneer PDP 5000EX" name="Plasma TV Pioneer PDP 5000EX" width="120" height="87" id="photo22" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" item_id="48&amp;amp;category_id="3"&gt;Plasma'&gt;http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=48&amp;amp;category_id=3"&gt;Plasma&lt;/a&gt; TV Pioneer PDP 5000EX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Price: $12,000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="200" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=59&amp;amp;category_id=4"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spendamillion.com/items/59_1.jpg" alt="Motorboat Yamaha Tehri Big Fun" name="Motorboat Yamaha Tehri Big Fun" width="120" height="87" id="photo23" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" item_id="59&amp;amp;category_id="4"&gt;Motorboat'&gt;http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=59&amp;amp;category_id=4"&gt;Motorboat&lt;/a&gt; Yamaha Tehri Big Fun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Price: $11,298 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=154&amp;amp;category_id=3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spendamillion.com/items/154_1.jpg" alt="Digital Camera" name="Digital Camera" width="120" height="87" id="photo24" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" item_id="154&amp;amp;category_id="3"&gt;Digital'&gt;http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=154&amp;amp;category_id=3"&gt;Digital&lt;/a&gt; Camera&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Price: $2,850 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="200" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=300&amp;amp;category_id=10"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spendamillion.com/items/300_1.jpg" alt="Fender Stratocaster" name="Fender Stratocaster" width="120" height="87" id="photo25" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" item_id="300&amp;amp;category_id="10"&gt;Fender'&gt;http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=300&amp;amp;category_id=10"&gt;Fender&lt;/a&gt; Stratocaster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Price: $1,460 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=69&amp;amp;category_id=3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spendamillion.com/items/69_1.jpg" alt="Games Console Playstation PS3" name="Games Console Playstation PS3" width="120" height="87" id="photo26" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" item_id="69&amp;amp;category_id="3"&gt;Games'&gt;http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=69&amp;amp;category_id=3"&gt;Games&lt;/a&gt; Console Playstation PS3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Price: $850 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="200" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=70&amp;amp;category_id=3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spendamillion.com/items/70_1.jpg" alt="Games Console Microsoft X-BOX 360" name="Games Console Microsoft X-BOX 360" width="120" height="87" id="photo27" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" item_id="70&amp;amp;category_id="3"&gt;Games'&gt;http://www.spendamillion.com/indepth.php?item_id=70&amp;amp;category_id=3"&gt;Games&lt;/a&gt; Console Microsoft X-BOX 360&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Price: $660 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-6514872228258818011?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/6514872228258818011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=6514872228258818011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/6514872228258818011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/6514872228258818011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-just-spent-1m-whooo.html' title='I just Spent $1M!!!! WHOOO!!'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-8799471748016234116</id><published>2007-11-05T18:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T18:21:25.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ok so me and Trink starting our "routine" again. Pray that we can stick with it. It felt REALLY good to walk and get the blood pumping and not DIE. Yes, that's part of my anxiety. of course I have to work with the string-willed dog and her leash etiquette. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;We walked from about 5:30 ish to 6pm ish.....I didn't look at the clock when we left, so tomorrow I will make sure that we do. We did a nice route around the complex. Luckily the weather is cooler now so we aren't dying of heat stroke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Also, I sort of had a brain thing that if God waznts me, He's gonna take me when HE wants me not when I'm "ready" So, I need to stop being so afraid of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Thanks for the encouragement. I'm excited about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Peace ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-8799471748016234116?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/8799471748016234116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=8799471748016234116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/8799471748016234116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/8799471748016234116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/11/starting-again.html' title='Starting again...'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-3129917298578439192</id><published>2007-10-05T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T12:18:26.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My humps.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=W91sqAs-_-g"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=W91sqAs-_-g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA This is soo frikkin funny...you HAVE to watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-3129917298578439192?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/3129917298578439192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=3129917298578439192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/3129917298578439192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/3129917298578439192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-humps.html' title='My humps.'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-8238014382463763721</id><published>2007-10-04T14:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T14:36:58.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Run-In's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I was thinking about this today for some reason. How many of you have had any celebrity "run-ins", "drive-bys?" I have had a few, some have been random and some have been at geeky conventions. But my favorite has GOT to be from 1998. I went to Halloween Horrors in Orlando with my friend Salty and my sister. We were wandering around the park when Salty had the urge to call Belize and check in. So we ended up in the bathroom at the Monster Cafe. I am sitting outside the bathroom, with my sister when out of the men's room walks.....wait for it..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ERIC FRIKKIN ROBERTS!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Yes, I said Eric Roberts! Julias big brother.!! I nearly fell out of my chair. I tried to tell my sister who was lookin at me like I was crazy who it was without YELLING, and she just wasn't getting it. I ran and grabbed Salty off the phone and told them both who it was. We proceeded to rush around the restaurant looking for him. I thought we had lost him when we ended up outside. He was standing in line getting a drink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;He saw me looking at him....( I was about 20 yards away.) and like a moron I mouthed to him "Are you who I think you are?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; He was like, "what?" and waved me over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; I said, "Are you who I think you are?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"Who do you think I am?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"Eric Roberts?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"Yea I'm Eric, what's your name?" he held out his hand...and like a total moron...I'm like....Duh duhd uh..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Then my sister who was 15 at the time is standing beside me and she goes, "Hi. I'm smailin at ya!" ROFLMAO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;He's like, "I can see that." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;He actually talked to us for a while and was very gracious. We really didn't want to make a big scene so he took some pictures with us individually. And we left him alone. We were waiting for the parade to go down main street, FREAKED out that we just met ERIC ROBERTS, and talking about it, and my sister goes... "OMG he's coming over, he's coming over...and here he is... HI!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sure enough there he was with his friends. "What are you guys doing? What rides have you been on?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;TOTALLY DUMBFOUNDED. Just starstruck. He chatted with us for a while and then headed off to ride King Kong. We were laughing hysterically. Frankly, I don't think he realized how old my sister was. He was givin her the eye like crazy. I almost had to punch him. hahah . He was very nice, and very good looking. Here's the picture.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117551646627909378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RwUyG9D4zwI/AAAAAAAAA80/ufG126Q5wLE/s320/Me+N+Eric.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Share your stories I'd love to hear them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Peace ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-8238014382463763721?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/8238014382463763721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=8238014382463763721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/8238014382463763721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/8238014382463763721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/10/celebrity-run-ins.html' title='Celebrity Run-In&apos;s'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RwUyG9D4zwI/AAAAAAAAA80/ufG126Q5wLE/s72-c/Me+N+Eric.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-5452400476386313878</id><published>2007-09-27T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T10:26:55.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WE GOT SPANKED!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, Our &lt;a href="http://fifa.com/womenworldcup/matches/round=2000001014/match=56334/index.html#us+floored+brilliant+brazil"&gt;Girls&lt;/a&gt; thanks to some bad "calls" by the officials, and bad "decisions" by our coach, we got tromped! It seems that the late, behind-the-scenes (drinkin) natch, brilliance! Coach Ryan thought that since we had played alright the last few games, and finally started to really get into a rhythm as a team, he would sub out Our goalie, Hope Solo for hero Briana Scurry. Mind you, Briana is an AMAZING goalie, but she hasn't played a full game since...when? Oh that's right JUNE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This decision I believe threw the team into an emotional spiral. It also put Briana, in a very difficult position. Expected to "save the day" with her rusty, albeit formidable skills. It was just too much. The bumbling officials, The brilliant Brazilian team, and the mistakes and fouls by our team. It was soon too far to catch up. We played our hearts out, &lt;a href="http://www.fifa.com/newscentre/photo/photolist.html#599347"&gt;Abby Wambach &lt;/a&gt;still ran her ass all over the field determined as ever. &lt;a href="http://www.fifa.com/newscentre/photo/photolist.html#603505"&gt;Kristine Lilly&lt;/a&gt;, the heart and soul of the team tried to make some plays, tried to keep her team spirits up. God bless her heart literally, she is the heart of this team. Sad that this will be her last World Cup. I hope she sticks around for the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning we play Norway for third place. Think Hope might be playing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO USA!! I love our girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-5452400476386313878?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/5452400476386313878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=5452400476386313878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5452400476386313878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5452400476386313878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-got-spanked.html' title='WE GOT SPANKED!!!!!'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-2771500320374160459</id><published>2007-09-24T06:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T06:46:47.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Butt crack of dawn swimmin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Ok, so me and the Missus decided it would be a good idea to get up at 5a.m. and head to the swimmin hole. Since my &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h182/lyfe_is_good/Icons/81.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; doctor says that because of my knee it would be better to have very little impact on it. So we head on down in the dark of the ghetto. I'm still kind of amazed that we did it. It's been raining like crazy here, so we were a little worried about the lightening and such. We lucked out. We hop in the pool &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/artichokie/Icons/Shamu02.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's surprisingly not freezing. We start doin some aerobic stuff giggling because neither of us want to go into the deep end. It's dark and scary, there could be.... &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h45/Roxy8260/icons/randomimages-1.gif" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; scary things down there.... so we stayed in the midway point and swam back and forth for about 20 mins which is AWESOME for two fat girls!! Go us!! We rock!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y275/mno5534/Icons/fat.gif" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-2771500320374160459?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/2771500320374160459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=2771500320374160459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/2771500320374160459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/2771500320374160459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/09/butt-crack-of-dawn-swimmin.html' title='Butt crack of dawn swimmin'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h182/lyfe_is_good/Icons/th_81.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-7991627666729743662</id><published>2007-09-22T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T10:24:47.088-04:00</updated><title type='text'>U.S. Women's Team Advances!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fifa.com/womenworldcup/matches/round=248548/match=56338/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Girls kicked Booty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;We came out in the 2nd half like we had something to prove. Abby Wambach took a header into the goal for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;the first point of the game, and it was all down hill for England from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RvUkYND4zrI/AAAAAAAAA8M/PTTVNpiW8Ac/s1600-h/ful222097004_20917_full-lnd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RvUkYND4zrI/AAAAAAAAA8M/PTTVNpiW8Ac/s200/ful222097004_20917_full-lnd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113032950190493362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Stephanie Lopez took a cleat to the head it should've been a red card, but no call. She went to the sidelines and got a couple staples and was right back in it. Can you say, badass??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RvUkYND4zsI/AAAAAAAAA8U/ccIEQmjbNmE/s1600-h/ful222097005_20912_full-lnd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RvUkYND4zsI/AAAAAAAAA8U/ccIEQmjbNmE/s200/ful222097005_20912_full-lnd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113032950190493378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Shannon Boxx came in from mid-field and smacked one right in. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third goal was scored by the Capt. Kristine Lilly, who so far hasn't had a goal in this tournament.  England's goalie misread a bounce, and Lilly just kept with it and "walked" it right in for a goal. It was a GREAT game and if you aren't watching, what are you waiting for???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will be playing in the semi-finals against either Brazil or Australia, to be decided tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the girls pulled off a 3-0 victory over England. Thursday we play the winner of the BR - Aus. Match up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO GIRLS!!!!! Support our women's teams!!! WOOTY!!! It's soo awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-7991627666729743662?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/7991627666729743662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=7991627666729743662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/7991627666729743662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/7991627666729743662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/09/us-womens-team-advances.html' title='U.S. Women&apos;s Team Advances!!!!'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RvUkYND4zrI/AAAAAAAAA8M/PTTVNpiW8Ac/s72-c/ful222097004_20917_full-lnd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-8570617964229075187</id><published>2007-09-18T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:41:01.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons to watch the USA Women's Nat'l Team.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RvCZt2wibEI/AAAAAAAAA7o/BgH-Z4g7aRQ/s1600-h/330_321373_md_USWNT060807187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RvCZt2wibEI/AAAAAAAAA7o/BgH-Z4g7aRQ/s200/330_321373_md_USWNT060807187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111754590137773122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                          Hope "HOLY COW" Solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RvCZuWwibFI/AAAAAAAAA7w/8VwwIoD-5mU/s1600-h/abby.650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RvCZuWwibFI/AAAAAAAAA7w/8VwwIoD-5mU/s200/abby.650.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111754598727707730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     Abby "Who needs stitches I'm a badass" Wambach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RvCZuWwibGI/AAAAAAAAA74/5BciHyrjAxI/s1600-h/061117_kai_hmed_7p.hmedium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RvCZuWwibGI/AAAAAAAAA74/5BciHyrjAxI/s200/061117_kai_hmed_7p.hmedium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111754598727707746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                          Natasha "Aloha" Kai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RvCZuWwibHI/AAAAAAAAA8A/3CU22-wmkFs/s1600-h/19_97015_20252_full-lnd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RvCZuWwibHI/AAAAAAAAA8A/3CU22-wmkFs/s200/19_97015_20252_full-lnd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111754598727707762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              THE WHOLE DAMN TEAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ih9iftBF8EE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-8570617964229075187?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/8570617964229075187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-6148496154373646065</id><published>2007-09-17T10:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T10:37:27.691-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to think about.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Quite a message.&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Something serious for  &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;a  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="MA1.1188179327" src="http://mwebmail.bellsouth.net/wmc/n/wm/46EE9046000E3C440000372C22230650029B0A02D2089B9A019C04040A0DBF0D970497050A0A09/Unknown%20Name?cmd=GetImg&amp;amp;no=1&amp;amp;uid=519&amp;amp;sid=c0&amp;amp;name=003e01c7f6fb$318f0830$0202a8c0@Tamlaptop" border="0" height="301" width="255" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The  following was written by Ben Stein and recited by him on CBS Sunday Morning  Commentary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;My  confession:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish. And it does not  bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejeweled  trees Christmas trees. I don't feel threatened. I don't feel discriminated  against. That's what they are: Christmas trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It  doesn't bother me a bit when people say, "Merry Christmas" to me. I don't think  they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto. In fact, I kind of  like it. It shows that we are all brothers and sisters celebrating this happy  time of year. It doesn't bother me at all that there is a manger scene on  display at a key intersection near my beach house in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Malibu&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. If people want a  church, it's just as fine with me as is the Menorah a few hundred yards  away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  don't like getting pushed around for being a Jew, and I don't think Christians  like getting pushed around for being Christians. I think people who believe in  God are sick and tired of getting pushedaround, period. I have no idea where the  concept came from that &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is an explicitly atheist  country. I can't find it in the Constitution and I don't like it being shoved  down my throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or  maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from that we should  worship Nick and Jessica and we aren't allowed to worship God as we understand  Him? I guess that's a sign that I'm getting old, too. But there are a lot of us  who are wondering where Nick and Jessica came from and where the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;  we knew went to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little  different: This is not intended to be a joke; it's not funny, it's intended to  get you thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy  Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her  "How could God let something like this happen?" (regarding Katrina) Anne Graham  gave an extremely profound and insightful response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;She  said, "I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years  we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government  and to get out of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has  calmly backed out. How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His  protection if we demand He leave us alone?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  light of recent events...terrorists attack, school shootings, etc. I think it  started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found recently)  complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said  OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Then  someone said you better not read the Bible in school. The Bible says thou shalt  not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said  OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then  Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave  because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their  self-esteem (Dr. Spock's son committed suicide). We said an expert should know  what he's talking about. And we said OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now  we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know  right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their  classmates, and themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably,  if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has  a great deal to do with "WE REAP WHAT WE SOW."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny  how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going  to hell. Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the  Bible says. Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like  wildfire but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think  twice about sharing. Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass  freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the  school and workplace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are  you laughing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny  how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address  list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you  for sending it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny  how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God  thinks of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass  it on if you think it has merit. If not then just discard it... no one will know  you did. But, if you discard this thought process, don't sit back and complain  about what bad shape the world is in. My Best Regards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Honestly  and respectfully,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben  Stein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-6148496154373646065?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/6148496154373646065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=6148496154373646065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/6148496154373646065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/6148496154373646065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/09/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to think about.....'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-641173529144153960</id><published>2007-09-14T01:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T01:21:00.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Loss ends in Loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cbs4.com/topstories/local_story_257003200.html"&gt;THEY GOT HIM.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more bad guy off the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayers all with all the families involved in this terrible day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-641173529144153960?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/641173529144153960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=641173529144153960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/641173529144153960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/641173529144153960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/09/day-of-loss-ends-in-loss.html' title='A Day of Loss ends in Loss'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-1145403137885622293</id><published>2007-09-13T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T14:43:52.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCKIN BASTARD!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cbs4.com/topstories/local_story_256115502.html"&gt;FIND THE FUCKER~~~!!!! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This kind of crap truly pisses me off! I hope they find this fucker and beat the crap out of him and put a bullet in him. My brother is a police officer and I worry about him everyday, out on the streets trying to protect people. And assholes like this, just have a disregard for life and shoot 4 police officers without remorse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so angry, I really hope they find this guy and kill him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me God for feeling this way, but fuckers like him need consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-1145403137885622293?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/1145403137885622293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=1145403137885622293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/1145403137885622293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/1145403137885622293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/09/fuckin-bastard.html' title='FUCKIN BASTARD!!!'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-5569452863332585543</id><published>2007-09-07T14:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T14:55:53.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Shit is just WRONG!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to  &lt;a href="http://tvinthewoods.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beckyloo&lt;/a&gt; for the info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; I just learned about a case of segregation-era oppression happening today in Jena, Louisiana. I signed onto ColorOfChange.org's campaign for justice in Jena, and wanted to invite you to do the same. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.colorofchange.org/jena/?id=1534-321116"&gt;http://www.colorofchange.org/jena/?id=1534-321116&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Last fall in Jena, the day after two Black high school students sat beneath the "white tree" on their campus, nooses were hung from the tree. When the superintendent dismissed the nooses as a "prank," more Black students sat under the tree in protest. The District Attorney then came to the school accompanied by the town's police and demanded that the students end their protest, telling them, "I can be your best friend or your worst enemy... I can take away your lives with a stroke of my pen."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A series of white-on-black incidents of violence followed, and the DA did nothing. But when a white student was beaten up in a schoolyard fight, the DA responded by charging six black students with attempted murder and conspiracy to commit murder. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; It's a story that reads like one from the Jim Crow era, when judges, lawyers and all-white juries used the justice system to keep blacks in "their place." But it's happening today. The families of these young men are fighting back, but the story has gotten minimal press. Together, we can make sure their story is told and that the Governor of Louisiana intervenes and provides justice for the Jena 6. It starts now. Please join me: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.colorofchange.org/jena/?id=1534-321116"&gt;http://www.colorofchange.org/jena/?id=1534-321116&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The noose-hanging incident and the DA's visit to the school set the stage for everything that followed. Racial tension escalated over the next couple of months, and on November 30, the main academic building of Jena High School was burned down in an unsolved fire. Later the same weekend, a black student was beaten up by white students at a party. The next day, black students at a convenience store were threatened by a young white man with a shotgun. They wrestled the gun from him and ran away. While no charges were filed against the white man, the students were later arrested for the theft of the gun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; That Monday at school, a white student, who had been a vocal supporter of the students who hung the nooses, taunted the black student who was beaten up at the off-campus party and allegedly called several black students "nigger." After lunch, he was knocked down, punched and kicked by black students. He was taken to the hospital, but was released and was well enough to go to a social event that evening. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Six Black Jena High students, Robert Bailey (17), Theo Shaw (17), Carwin Jones (18), Bryant Purvis (17), Mychal Bell (16) and an unidentified minor, were expelled from school, arrested and charged with second-degree attempted murder. The first trial ended last month, and Mychal Bell, who has been in prison since December, was convicted of aggravated battery and conspiracy to commit aggravated battery (both felonies) by an all-white jury in a trial where his public defender called no witnesses. During his trial, Mychal's parents were ordered not to speak to the media and the court prohibited protests from taking place near the courtroom or where the judge could see them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Mychal is scheduled to be sentenced on July 31st, and could go to jail for 22 years. Theo Shaw's trial is next. He will finally make bail this week. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Jena Six are lucky to have parents and loved ones who are fighting tooth and nail to free them. They have been threatened but they are standing strong. We know that if the families have to go it alone, their sons will be a long time coming home. But if we act now, we can make a difference. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Join me in demanding that Louisiana Governor Kathleen Blanco get involved to make sure that justice is served for Mychal Bell, and that DA Reed Walters drop the charges against the 5 boys who have not yet gone to trial. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.colorofchange.org/jena/?id=1534-321116"&gt;http://www.colorofchange.org/jena/?id=1534-321116&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Thanks.&lt;/p&gt;Hey ya'll, please read the information and sign the petition. Where is the media coverage on this? Seriously? What's going on in the world when stuff like this just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sneaks &lt;/span&gt;on by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-5569452863332585543?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/5569452863332585543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=5569452863332585543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5569452863332585543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5569452863332585543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/09/sometimes-shit-is-just-wrong.html' title='Sometimes Shit is just WRONG!'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-3369891090336369242</id><published>2007-09-06T17:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T17:15:41.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All I have to Be is Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;WOOTY WOOTY........ lol I love to be me, some days. Mostly when I'm laughing and having a good time with my Trink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE STEP AT A TIME. THAT IS HOW I WILL GET WHERE I AM GOING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, simple and yet profound. I love the little box of sayings that my Trink made for me! I am happy. And getting happier and more secure. I had a great session last night. I am trying to keep it on a roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-3369891090336369242?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/3369891090336369242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=3369891090336369242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/3369891090336369242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/3369891090336369242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/09/all-i-have-to-be-is-me.html' title='All I have to Be is Me!'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-7207156874886294618</id><published>2007-09-04T09:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:42:07.738-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-Help'/><title type='text'>Positive Thoughts and Self Talk. OY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ok, so yea I have THE best girlfriend on the PLANET! She goes with me to all my therapy sessions and then proceeds to encourage me with awesome gifts! The last session I was told I had to start positive self talk to re-enforce my confidence. Long story short I'm insecure and blame myself for everything. Yes, EVERYTHING. lol&lt;br /&gt;So, Trink comes up with the great idea. She typed up all of these positive thoughts and sayings, she cut them into little strips and put them into a container for me to pick one everyday. So, each morning, I pick one out an reflect on it or laugh my behind off. It's helping, it really is. so far, these are what I've pulled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;1. I will NOT feel guilty for caring for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;2. Loving life increases my energy and passions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;3. I am in charge, I am responsible for the direction of my boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;4. I will trust my soul it knows the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;5. I will be proud of my strengths and nurture them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;6. I will look for the beauty in every problem I have to solve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;7. I ALWAYS deserve love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;8. I start great conversations effortlessly and easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;9. I will NEVER please everyone and that's OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;10. I project love to everyone I meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;11. Today I take time to inhale peace and exhale fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;12. The more I accept and love myself; the more I can accept and love others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel corny sometimes saying these things out loud but it supposedly helps. Trink and I have been having a laugh with some of them. She's the best girlfriend EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-7207156874886294618?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/7207156874886294618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=7207156874886294618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/7207156874886294618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/7207156874886294618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/09/positive-thoughts-and-self-talk-oy.html' title='Positive Thoughts and Self Talk. OY!'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-2496803066462625108</id><published>2007-08-29T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:44:14.574-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heroes'/><title type='text'>Courage at any age...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RtWoXqZtBbI/AAAAAAAAA6E/Kx7BzbxGM90/s1600-h/070824_MY01barr_vl.widec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RtWoXqZtBbI/AAAAAAAAA6E/Kx7BzbxGM90/s320/070824_MY01barr_vl.widec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104170877166880178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we got our Newsweek magazine with a lovely cover discussing Osama Bin Laden. I opened it up and saw&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/20427661/site/newsweek/page/0/"&gt; this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so proud of Lorraine Barr. I can't imagine what it must have been like for her to deal with all these feelings and not know who it was "safe" to talk to about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think our generation take it for granted that as GLBT people that it's just accepted, or at the very least discussed in an open forum. As I read her story I was touched by her act of bravery. The courage it must have taken for her to finally be able to talk about the love(s) in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us will never experience the ridicule and disgust that so many people felt and continue to feel towards things they don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to you Lorraine! I hope that this opens doors, and frees your soul. Love is a beautiful thing and may you be blessed always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-2496803066462625108?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/2496803066462625108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=2496803066462625108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/2496803066462625108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/2496803066462625108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/08/courage-at-any-age.html' title='Courage at any age...'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RtWoXqZtBbI/AAAAAAAAA6E/Kx7BzbxGM90/s72-c/070824_MY01barr_vl.widec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-390099882901968785</id><published>2007-08-10T06:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:43:58.908-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heroes'/><title type='text'>God Bless The Men and Women...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cbs4.com/topstories/local_story_222033001.html"&gt;Who&lt;/a&gt; go out everyday to protect us all from the evil fuckers who want to do us harm. God bless their family and friends who will miss them, when one of those fuckers decides that their drug deal, or thievery or other illegal activity is more important than human life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while we get &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/US/09/29/deputies.shot/index.html"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; but it doesn't make the loss of a loved one any easier to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless the officers family and friends who are certainly mourning the death of a loved one today. And Our prayers are with the families of those injured in the line of duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace ya'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-390099882901968785?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/390099882901968785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=390099882901968785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/390099882901968785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/390099882901968785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/08/god-bless-men-and-women.html' title='God Bless The Men and Women...'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-5324590686441185583</id><published>2007-08-06T07:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:42:46.883-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghetto'/><title type='text'>Just one more thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ok, so it's Monday, which some of you know is my "laundry day" I start doing laundry pretty early. Well, Lana and me head to the laundry room and of course the light is out, which can only mean one thing. Someone is in there sleeping on the throw away couch, that maintenance hasn't moved yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make as much noise as I can going in, so 'whomever' is in there will know I'm coming. Of course I'm right. It's the same little black gangster guy that is always there on Mondays. Sleepin off whatever gang banging things he does on Sunday nights. I know, I know, I am sounding prejudice and SO very white, but this is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lana, naturally starts growling at him, because she's a good judge of character. I load up my laundry and decide I'm gonna put "him" on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Want me to turn the light off?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "huh? yea"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Do you live in this building?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Yea. On the first floor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  (sensing bullshit) "Why aren't you sleepin there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "I'm knocked out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ok, I'll be back in half an hour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?? lol That was absurd! I KNOW he doesn't live here. However I am going to do my best to handle the situation today. Letting the helpful leasing office know about the problems. Maylene is getting an earful from me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm worried that he's gonna pee on my laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-5324590686441185583?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/5324590686441185583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=5324590686441185583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5324590686441185583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5324590686441185583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-one-more-thing.html' title='Just one more thing.'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-5007153904733275436</id><published>2007-08-05T08:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:43:07.082-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghetto'/><title type='text'>Bleepin Morons!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RrXBrgIiicI/AAAAAAAAA30/5rWXFnubXIE/s1600-h/MCj04257520000%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RrXBrgIiicI/AAAAAAAAA30/5rWXFnubXIE/s200/MCj04257520000%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095191506543872450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok, so, we got home last night about 12:15 a.m. No problems, just tired and worn out. I went to sleep about 2:30-3 o'clock. This morning, when my sweet little puppy woke me up at 8 to go potty, I get her collar on and leash and we head to our elevator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The door opens and in we get. The door closes and as it does I see that someone, (see: fuckin idiot, gangster asshole) has spray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;painted in huge black letters&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JACK THE RIPPER!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This is just the most moronic, idiot thing. It's been going on for a while. Sometimes I feel like writing beneath his hard work, "Get a fuckin job." or "PUSSY." But this would not ease my anger at the frikkin jerk-offs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It's so frustrating when you live in the ghetto, and most people are nice and considerate and then you have these wannabe gangsters that come around and have to twist MY environment to their standards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Fuck you, you pieces of trash, just fuck you. I blame MTV and P. Diddy. Just because I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Idiots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-5007153904733275436?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/5007153904733275436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=5007153904733275436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5007153904733275436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5007153904733275436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/08/bleepin-morons.html' title='Bleepin Morons!'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RrXBrgIiicI/AAAAAAAAA30/5rWXFnubXIE/s72-c/MCj04257520000%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-7528721552268203335</id><published>2007-07-31T12:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:43:39.320-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupidity'/><title type='text'>How annoying....????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Rq9q1QIiiTI/AAAAAAAAA2s/42lH-gEj-lo/s1600-h/bdy_highmaint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Rq9q1QIiiTI/AAAAAAAAA2s/42lH-gEj-lo/s200/bdy_highmaint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093407166675716402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has GOT to be the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ludicrously&lt;/span&gt; annoying advertisement I have EVER seen. It could ONLY be thought up by a MAN. Yes, a MAN. Not even a SMART man. There has GOT to be a better idea than this. I don't think I've EVER met one woman who is like. "OH I can't wait! I'm gonna have SUCH a happy period!" "Did you have a happy period this month?" I can hear the shot guns action now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, does anyone else see that commercial and go, "Gee, I never thought of it that way. By golly they're right! I CAN have a happy period!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Go FUG yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-7528721552268203335?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/7528721552268203335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=7528721552268203335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/7528721552268203335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/7528721552268203335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-annoying.html' title='How annoying....????'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Rq9q1QIiiTI/AAAAAAAAA2s/42lH-gEj-lo/s72-c/bdy_highmaint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-6668068222103772601</id><published>2007-07-31T08:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:44:40.698-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goofiness'/><title type='text'>BLATANTLY STOLEN from....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://perfectblendofcrazy.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;This kick ass chick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After every flight, Quantas Airline pilots fill out a form, called a "gripe sheet," which tells mechanics about problems with the aircraft. The mechanics correct the problems, document their repairs on the form, and then pilots review the gripe sheets before the next flight. Never let it be said that ground crews lack a sense of humor. Here are some actual maintenance complaints submitted by Quantas' pilots and the solutions recorded by maintenance engineers. By the way, Quantas is the only major airline that has never had an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P= The problem logged by the pilot.)&lt;br /&gt;(S= The solution and action taken by mechanics.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement.&lt;br /&gt;S: Almost replaced left inside main tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough.&lt;br /&gt;S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Something loose in c o c kpit.&lt;br /&gt;S: Something tightened in c o c kpit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Dead bugs on windshield.&lt;br /&gt;S: Live bugs on back-order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200 feet per minute descent.&lt;br /&gt;S: Cannot reproduce problem on ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear.&lt;br /&gt;S: Evidence removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: DME volume unbelievably loud.&lt;br /&gt;S: DME volume set to more believable level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick.&lt;br /&gt;S: That's what they're for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: IFF inoperative.&lt;br /&gt;S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Suspected crack in windshield.&lt;br /&gt;S: Suspect you're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Number 3 engine missing.&lt;br /&gt;S: Engine found on right wing after brief search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Aircraft handles funny.&lt;br /&gt;S: Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right, and be serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Target radar hums.&lt;br /&gt;S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Mouse in c o c kpit.&lt;br /&gt;S: Cat installed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Noise coming from under instrument panel. Sounds like a midget pounding on something with a hammer.&lt;br /&gt;S:Took hammer away from midget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so worth the chuckle!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-6668068222103772601?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/6668068222103772601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=6668068222103772601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/6668068222103772601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/6668068222103772601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/07/blatantly-stolen-from.html' title='BLATANTLY STOLEN from....'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-1645668682301353890</id><published>2007-07-05T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:45:03.964-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patriotism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goofiness'/><title type='text'>America RULES!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;FINALLY &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SOMETHING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;AMERICANS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;can be PROUD OF!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.bellsouth.net/s/editorial.dll?bfromind=7458&amp;eeid=5288703&amp;amp;_sitecat=1479&amp;dcatid=0&amp;amp;amp;eetype=article&amp;render=y&amp;amp;ac=-2&amp;ck=&amp;amp;ch=en"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;ROCK THE HOT DOGS~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-1645668682301353890?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/1645668682301353890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=1645668682301353890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/1645668682301353890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/1645668682301353890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/07/america-rules.html' title='America RULES!!'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-3681085399646911139</id><published>2007-06-29T00:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:51:10.757-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goofiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality TV'/><title type='text'>Is it just me???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RoSFxrGTsAI/AAAAAAAAAxM/5xW3B1he8f0/s1600-h/Is+it+just+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081333368010027010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RoSFxrGTsAI/AAAAAAAAAxM/5xW3B1he8f0/s320/Is+it+just+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Do any of you watch So you think you can dance? Does anyone else think that Mary Murphy looks like Rosie and Marie's love child??? lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I swear I can't look at her without thinking that there was a drunken night between those two!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;lol!! I just had to share!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Peace ya'll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-3681085399646911139?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/3681085399646911139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=3681085399646911139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/3681085399646911139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/3681085399646911139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/06/is-it-just-me.html' title='Is it just me???'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RoSFxrGTsAI/AAAAAAAAAxM/5xW3B1he8f0/s72-c/Is+it+just+me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-7384416282620632079</id><published>2007-06-19T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:46:09.785-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brain stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreaminess'/><title type='text'>....Floating....Or Space and what it feels like.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Talk about strange. I was launched into the air by some sort of rocket. They pushed me out the door and told me to remember to do at least 2000 flips before landing back on Earth. I wasn't wearing a space suit. So I flip, flip, flip, and I realize, I'm all alone. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Flip... flip.....flip.....&lt;/span&gt;I whistle&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;....flip....&lt;/span&gt;no sound. I try and sing, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;flip..... flip...... flip....&lt;/span&gt;I can't hear anything. I try to look around as I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;flip....&lt;/span&gt;but can see nothing. It's endlessly dark, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;flip...flip...flip...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I begin to think about being all alone above the Earth&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.... flip...flip...flip....&lt;/span&gt; I don't even want to be an astronaut. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Flip...flip...flip....&lt;/span&gt; Holy crap! I hate heights...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; flip..flip..flip..flip..&lt;/span&gt;. I start to panic as I am flipping. Flip..flip..flip. I am flipping out of control. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Flipflipflipflipflip&lt;/span&gt;. Much too quickly, I see the Earth rushing closer....&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; flipflipflipflip...flip...flip...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm of center...I'm gonna crash.....it's soo dark.....i wish there was a light....I wish I wasn't alone.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Where the hell are my shoes?!?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Peace ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-7384416282620632079?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/7384416282620632079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=7384416282620632079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/7384416282620632079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/7384416282620632079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/06/floatingor-space-and-what-it-feels-like.html' title='....Floating....Or Space and what it feels like.....'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-4516160147506992907</id><published>2007-06-13T07:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:46:27.239-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreaminess'/><title type='text'>STRANGENESS....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Ok, this is gonna be a weird one. I keep having these recurring dreams about marijuana. I have NO idea why. I have NEVER (really) NEVER smoked the stuff. For some reason tho, I keep having dreams about NEEDing it. WHAT is up with that? Seriously? I am a little concerned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;I know people who've smoked, I've SEEN people smoke. I just don't understand why I sometimes dream about it. It's very disconcerting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Ok, just thought I'd get that off my chest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Peace ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-4516160147506992907?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/4516160147506992907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=4516160147506992907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/4516160147506992907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/4516160147506992907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/06/strangeness.html' title='STRANGENESS....'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-8244734626388924210</id><published>2007-06-12T09:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:47:07.590-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moody'/><title type='text'>Feelin......funky today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mywackospace.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="MySpace Icon Collage" src="http://img256.imageshack.us/img256/7550/8359387734afbecdef8734eda0.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the things I need to say to myself....and others....lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-8244734626388924210?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/8244734626388924210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=8244734626388924210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/8244734626388924210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/8244734626388924210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/06/feelinfunky-today.html' title='Feelin......funky today.'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-219741925655646753</id><published>2007-06-08T17:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:47:36.031-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupidity'/><title type='text'>BACK TO JAIL!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RmnJnrsu6LI/AAAAAAAAAuM/WOYaZQKX9gE/s1600-h/PHcartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073808138792003762" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RmnJnrsu6LI/AAAAAAAAAuM/WOYaZQKX9gE/s320/PHcartoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The public outcry of "INJUSTICE!!! CELEBRITY JUSTICE! MONEY CAN BUY YOU ANYTHING!!"  Were apparently heard by all involved with the media. What a firestorm followed the release of and subsequent re-jailing of this "poor, little, rich girl." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I have to admit that I watched like a bad accident as paparazzi, and legit news outlets buzzed around the outside of her home. I asked myself, "why am I watching this circus? I can't even stand this girl!" and that in itself was my answer. She gets under my skin and rubs my sense of justice the WRONG way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I watched hoping she would go back to jail serve her time and learn something about what it means to be a human being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I heard so much about her being sad, and hysterical and sans moisturizer. Jail is NOT supposed to be fun! It's supposed to make you feel like crap, so that you won't want to go back. It's supposed to make you say, "Hey, I better tighten up and get straight!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I don't understand her appeal, I don't think little girls should look up to her. She is a sad commentary on what we as a country are interested in. There is a war going on where people are dying and we are transfixed by this useless waste of space. UGH! I need a life!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Go to jail PARIS!!! DO your time and next time, DON'T do the crime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Peace ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-219741925655646753?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/219741925655646753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=219741925655646753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/219741925655646753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/219741925655646753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-to-jail.html' title='BACK TO JAIL!!!!!'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RmnJnrsu6LI/AAAAAAAAAuM/WOYaZQKX9gE/s72-c/PHcartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-5128005361926982667</id><published>2007-06-08T06:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:47:55.997-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupidity'/><title type='text'>That's F@#!ed up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Paris Hilton Released from Jail Posted on June 7, 2007 (EST)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Socialite and Hotel Heiress&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;has been released from jail after only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 3 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I can hardly wait for all the other prisoners to claim they aren't well enough to serve their sentences. Can you imagine the frikkin uproar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Paris was reportedly not coping well behind bars. She cried through most of her 23 hours in jail everyday, had three blankets but no pillow, and complained that jail noises and her bright cell are keeping her awake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Uh....Boo-FUCKIN-Hoo??? How many "REGULAR" people have cried in jail? She's uncomfortable?!?!? So is everybody else! What the hell is this country coming to? Since when is it part of the deal for jail to be comfortable? Isn't that the point of jail? So that when you go you are encouraged to NOT commit the same stupid crimes again? I mean honestly. WTF?!?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Things like this really get under my skin. It's sickening to know that if you have enough money and are in enough newspapers, magazines and bullshit you get special treatment. If I thought it would make a difference, I would get a petition going.  Oooh someone did... &lt;a href="http://www.ipetitions.com/petition/jailparishilton/"&gt;www.ipetitions.com/petition/jailparishilton/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SIGN IT!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Peace ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-5128005361926982667?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/5128005361926982667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=5128005361926982667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5128005361926982667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5128005361926982667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/06/thats-fed-up.html' title='That&apos;s F@#!ed up!'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-2979804341685763785</id><published>2007-06-04T08:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:48:14.854-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupidity'/><title type='text'>satisfying news.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://everythingyourspace.com/up/icons/funny/icon013.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ahhh....the sweet sound of a moron...going to jail. &lt;a href="http://apnews.myway.com/article/20070505/D8OTV73G0.html"&gt;http://apnews.myway.com/article/20070505/D8OTV73G0.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;For some reason I am getting such joy out of knowing that at least one idiot is gonna be off the streets tonight!! lol I am so sick of celebrities and pseudo "celebrities" getting away with shit the rest of us would never get away with! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://everythingyourspace.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://everythingyourspace.com/up/icons/funny/icon001.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I can only hope that her stay in "jail" is miserable. What a waste of air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Peace ya'll!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-2979804341685763785?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/2979804341685763785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=2979804341685763785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/2979804341685763785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/2979804341685763785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/06/satisfying-news.html' title='satisfying news.....'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-5906757827245853119</id><published>2007-05-31T00:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:48:44.536-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-Help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moody'/><title type='text'>New Beginning....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Why is it so hard to say what we are really thinking? I mean seriously? What's the big deal? It's 12:45am right now and I'm feeling stiffled by my beliefs. I probably shouldn't be blogging but there ya go! What is it that makes me censor myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://everythingyourspace.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://everythingyourspace.com/up/icons/religous/icon004.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;Why do I feel like, if I express myself a certain way, I'm gonna have the wrath of so many people on me? Why do I care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://everythingyourspace.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://everythingyourspace.com/up/icons/funny/icon006.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://everythingyourspace.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://everythingyourspace.com/up/icons/funny/icon058.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna start being more honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-5906757827245853119?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/5906757827245853119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=5906757827245853119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5906757827245853119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5906757827245853119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-beginning.html' title='New Beginning....'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-9156923608321599849</id><published>2007-05-19T07:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:49:10.186-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goofiness'/><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Rk7kT714I0I/AAAAAAAAAoI/sPyfTmDWmPY/s1600-h/Donna+and+Trink.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066237661970703170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Rk7kT714I0I/AAAAAAAAAoI/sPyfTmDWmPY/s400/Donna+and+Trink.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna have fun tonight!!! WHOOT WHOOT!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-9156923608321599849?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/9156923608321599849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=9156923608321599849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/9156923608321599849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/9156923608321599849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Rk7kT714I0I/AAAAAAAAAoI/sPyfTmDWmPY/s72-c/Donna+and+Trink.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-5663785401937559132</id><published>2007-05-09T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:49:34.188-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-Help'/><title type='text'>Learning to Forgive....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Eph 4:31-32 (Phi) Let there be no more bitter resentment or anger, no more shouting or slander, and let there be no bad feeling of any kind among you. Be kind to each other, be compassionate. Be as ready to forgive others as God for Christ's sake has forgiven you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I hope that some day my heart will learn these lessons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Peace ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-5663785401937559132?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/5663785401937559132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=5663785401937559132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5663785401937559132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5663785401937559132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/05/learning-to-forgive.html' title='Learning to Forgive....'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-1662424754974349585</id><published>2007-05-04T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:50:15.070-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brain stuff'/><title type='text'>Leaking Juices.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ugh you guys are durty! My creativity is slowing leaking out of my brain. I started this "painting" a day project in January and sometimes I wonder... "WHAT WAS I THINKING?" I was thinking that just THIS would happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Stumped, Vashimmeled! I've got Skooty....(that's nothing) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;There is so little to be inspired by sometimes and I notice that the spinning of the planet doesn't help. My world is so narrow and so encapsulated....... hmm....and idea is forming......yes...it's working it's way through..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;We'll see what happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Let us stream of conciously write and see what happens? I will try it and when I make an ass of myself, promise thatyou will laugh heartily! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Peace ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-1662424754974349585?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/1662424754974349585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=1662424754974349585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/1662424754974349585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/1662424754974349585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/05/leaking-juices.html' title='Leaking Juices.....'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-1859665645770379599</id><published>2007-05-01T17:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:50:33.399-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><title type='text'>Totally Forgot to Post this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ok, so I think I mentioned it before, my oldest brother is a Miami-Dade Police Officer. He called me last week to tell me this story about his 4yr old daughter Natasha. Let me set this up for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Gordie (that's my brother) and his family, wife Yami, Natasha and son Jake were going to the Miami Seaquarium. The kids had been given granola bars to snack on during the ride there. apparently Natasha likes to compete with her 1 yr old brother Jake and decided that whoever had eaten their bar the fastest was the winner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I don't think Jake really cared or even knew that he was in a race. Natasha had finished her granola bar first and raised her hands in triumph! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"I win!" she yelled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yami: "Wow Natasha, how did you finish that so fast?"  (wait for it.....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Natasha : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I wasn't dickin around!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Stunned silence and then the sound of Yami smacking my brother for saying these things around his daughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Needless to say, I nearly fell out of my chair laughing, becaus eI can't tell you how many times I've warned my brother that children are little sponges and will repeat things that you say in the most embarassing situations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I don't think Gordie will really change the way he talks around his kids. He just can't help himself. No sooner did he tell me this story than he told me about another occasion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Natasha was being sent to her room for something that she did. Her mom was not happy with her. As she stomped past Gordie, he heard her mumble under her breath. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;"What a bunch of bullshit." &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;So, my friends the lesson today is, be careful what you say around the kids. It WILL come around and bite you in the behind us! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Peace ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-1859665645770379599?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/1859665645770379599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=1859665645770379599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/1859665645770379599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/1859665645770379599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/05/totally-forgot-to-post-this.html' title='Totally Forgot to Post this...'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-5123785218760598747</id><published>2007-04-26T07:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:50:58.196-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality TV'/><title type='text'>American Idol Gives Back????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RjCL3vHx0hI/AAAAAAAAAlA/E6PBw4yXO8M/s1600-h/419370_LooneyTunes-AngryTweety-24Fr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057696171195224594" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RjCL3vHx0hI/AAAAAAAAAlA/E6PBw4yXO8M/s200/419370_LooneyTunes-AngryTweety-24Fr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok, I don't know if it's me and my cynical mind or what. I was watching this show with Trink last night, and just got so frustrated and annoyed. I see all of these self-righteous Hollywood folk on T.V. begging for money from "us". I'm annoyed because they sit in their 12 bedroom mansions up on hills and behind gates and are surrounded by so much excess that they don't know what to do. So they come on T.V. and pretend to be concerned and guilt us into sending our last few dollars to make a difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Now, don't get me wrong. I'm all for making a difference and actually helping people. I just have a problem with celebrities making as much money as they do and acting like they actually give a shit. 1/3 of one of Simon Cowell's paycheck could (according to Ryan Seacrest) send 100's of children in Africa to school. Write the damn check Simon! Sign over one of your paychecks! Ryan, Paula, Randy! All you idiots! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Granted I heard at last count they had actually raised $30 million. I just hope all of the money actually goes to help those really in need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I suppose it just really irks me when I hear that it takes $200 to send an African child to school for the year and yet you go and visit them with bottled water, and $400 shirts and giant gold rings and a frikkin $100 ball cap. I just don't get it. Publicity? Ratings? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;UGH! I just can't handle the hypocrisy! Instead of bringing them bubbles or toys or candy. Bring them something they can USE! Like decent housing or a clean water system. Good Lord! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PLECH! I think I'm done with the rant I was just really annoyed last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Peace ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-5123785218760598747?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/5123785218760598747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=5123785218760598747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5123785218760598747'/><link rel='self' 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I TOTALLY stole it from her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1944 Miss America Venus Ramey was the first red head to win Miss America. During WWII, her picture was painted on the side of fighter planes which made 68 raids over Germany, and never lost a man. At a time when it seemed the country was losing the war, this story made the Associated Press and built a nation’s morale.&lt;br /&gt;That was then…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Rit2V8x7ixI/AAAAAAAAAkY/z24XHXcZVkc/s1600-h/Venus+Ramsey+Now.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056265126118394642" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Rit2V8x7ixI/AAAAAAAAAkY/z24XHXcZVkc/s320/Venus+Ramsey+Now.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is now…&lt;a href="http://img149.imageshack.us/my.php?image=beautyqueengc0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ms Ramey, now 82, lives on a farm in south-central Kentucky, and she is still FIERCE. Having been burglarized in the past, when she spotted intruders on her property, Ms Ramey propped herself on her walker to retrieve her .38 snub nose pistol. She then shot out the tires on the offending vehicle and flagged down a passing car to call 911.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-5779909789491511685?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/5779909789491511685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=5779909789491511685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5779909789491511685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5779909789491511685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/04/fighting-spirit.html' title='Fighting Spirit!'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Rit2V8x7iwI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/zeyy8pxh0L8/s72-c/Venus+Ramsey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-5133985924835364399</id><published>2007-04-17T13:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T13:47:02.597-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Socializing'/><title type='text'>Preliminary Results....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Trink just checked in and her results of our experiment are kind of sad. Some of the responses were... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"I don't see that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"What are you on?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and the most common one... "If you say so." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This in turn made my Trink feel silly because of their responses. What a good sport she is to help me out with my little whims of goofiness. I feel kind of bad for people who just don't have happiness in their hearts.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Maybe I'll try something else. See if my Trink is willing!!! I wonder if anyone else will try it. I'd love to hear what is happening elsewhere.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Peace Ya'll!! Mad love to my Trinket!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-5133985924835364399?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/5133985924835364399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=5133985924835364399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5133985924835364399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5133985924835364399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/04/preliminary-results.html' title='Preliminary Results....'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-5456496295348250824</id><published>2007-04-17T06:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T06:46:00.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GLORIOUS MORNING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok So, I challenged Trink to a little experiment this morning. I asked her when she gets to work and greets people to say, "What a glorious morning!"  and really mean it. I told her I thought it would make her day better and brighter and probably everyone else's that she spoke to. She PROMISED that she would do this, so I'll let you know how it turns out! Try it for yourselves! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Peace! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-5456496295348250824?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/5456496295348250824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=5456496295348250824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5456496295348250824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5456496295348250824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/04/glorious-morning.html' title='GLORIOUS MORNING!'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-4542432859140108842</id><published>2007-04-17T05:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T05:34:55.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mornin Walkin....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Well, I gotta say, that I'm very proud of us. We got up on Monday morning at 5a.m. and took a walk around our complex with the dog. We did this again this morning. yes, of course there are complaints and aches and pains. Sometimes it's just too damn early. I think that something just clicked. We just keep puttin our shoes on, and getting dressed and just going. We sort of have a plan. But we aren't putting too much stress on ourselves about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It's encouraging to know that we can do this. Rather, that &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; can do this and not die. lol. One step at a time, one day at a time. I think it will really make a difference for me in my emotional well-being. So, YEA US! lol I think I'll take our digital camera with us tomorrow morning. I hope this lovely cool weather holds out for a good long while in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;so that's what we've been up to. Keep good thoughts for us! Much love ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Peace! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-4542432859140108842?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/4542432859140108842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=4542432859140108842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/4542432859140108842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/4542432859140108842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/04/mornin-walkin.html' title='Mornin Walkin....'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-9205294485864664339</id><published>2007-04-12T08:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T09:37:24.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange kids....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We have the strangest bunch of creatures living in our home. I don't know if any of you animal lovers/owners out there notice this or not....but.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Our "kids" each have they're own personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Rh4zffsEclI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/SdvqxnRabeU/s1600-h/11_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052532448131576402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Rh4zffsEclI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/SdvqxnRabeU/s200/11_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have the old lady... Midnite who, everytime I talk about her, she gets 10 yrs older. Katrina rescued her from a per store when she was in high school. She's the matriarch of the house. She keeps the young'ins in line. Sometimes I can see her glaring at the "other" ones like they would just disappear. She's not very social with strangers. It took her about a year to get used to me. She loves chicken and milk like any good cat would. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Rh4xUfsEckI/AAAAAAAAAfI/qIaPnVEmnnU/s1600-h/Nemi+Fuzz+close.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052530060129759810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Rh4xUfsEckI/AAAAAAAAAfI/qIaPnVEmnnU/s200/Nemi+Fuzz+close.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we have Nemesis, who I swear has a complex. She's a bit overweight and we never hesitate to tease her about it... (can you say hypocrites???) Katrina took her in when Nemi's mom brought her to Trink's door. She was really tiny and sickly. It's like the kitty mom KNEW that Trink would take care of her. Nem is super moody. She likes attention, but only if you are paying attention to her and her alone. She will nip your fingers if you stop scratching her. And will take her frustration out on anything or anyone nearby. It's quite funny. SHe likes red licorice and anything that is anyone elses...lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Rh4z3vsEcmI/AAAAAAAAAfY/nw-KU1iwZGI/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052532864743404130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Rh4z3vsEcmI/AAAAAAAAAfY/nw-KU1iwZGI/s200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Callisto is 'our' cat that we adopted from animal rescue. She was the cutest, sweetest, tiniest little thing. I was in LOVE..... we brought her home and the 2 eldest ones glared, and spit and carried on. It was as if we had coused them with freezing water and then laughed. Calli, took over immediately. She was loving and snuggly and just wanted to be a person so badly. You could see it in her eyes. She wanted to play with the others, but they just turned their noses and tails at her. She is like a little kid. She will put her arms around you like a hug and just go right to sleep. I swear she thinks she's a baby. Now Cali is most like me I think. She loves tomato soup and sour cream, and peanut butter. What is that about?? She LOVES peanut butter. She comes running from the other room, if anyone has any. Soo funny. She likes to think she's queen bee, but midnite puts her in her place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ashton, is out bunny. He was a Valentine gift for Trink. He's a dwarf bunny, with beautiful grey-blue eyes. Sweet as can be with Trink. He LOVES her. When we let him out, he runs around the house looking for Nemesis. Apparently he's in love with her. I don't know why he chose the least social of our cats, but her just loves her. He will run circles around her as if trying to get her to chase him and she just lays there looking at him like he's crazy. It's the cutest thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, of course there's&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;our angel. Lana. She's soo frikkin funny...but you have heard all about her..... I just think that it's kind of crazy how they all have their own little personalities and quirks. We are such an unusual mix of creatures here in our house...... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Just thought you should know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Peace ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-9205294485864664339?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/9205294485864664339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=9205294485864664339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/9205294485864664339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/9205294485864664339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/04/strange-kids.html' title='Strange kids....'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Rh4zffsEclI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/SdvqxnRabeU/s72-c/11_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-761861082550225760</id><published>2007-04-11T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T12:37:34.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghetto Fabulous!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I've pretty much lived in the ghetto my whole life. First down in North Miami. Now here in beautiful Plantation. (a couple of not so ghetto-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; places in the interim.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;The one thing that I really, really loathe about living in the ghetto, is the thoughtful people who share their music with me at 2 in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mornin&lt;/span&gt;. What the hell is that about? Is it really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; to drive through the parking lot with your bass cranked so loud that it shakes the windows? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;frikkin&lt;/span&gt; live on the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; damn floor and your shit is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wakin&lt;/span&gt; my ass up. I just don't get it. I never have. maybe I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;turnin&lt;/span&gt; into an old cranky lady, I don't know. But I never did that as a teenager either. I just don't understand the need to wake the whole complex up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Yes it frustrates the hell out of me. I can deal with the drug dealers....(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sheeya&lt;/span&gt; right!)  and the delinquent morons who destroy things that were just fixed in the building...(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mutherfaqers&lt;/span&gt;) but the noise level, the lack of thought, the pure inconsideration for your fellow man...is just annoying as all get out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Florida has just become the armpit of the United States. I've lived here my whole life and it's just gotten &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; much worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;PLECH&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;KaPLOOOEY&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Peace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt; and turn your music down in residential neighborhoods. I'm not afraid to call the cops. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-761861082550225760?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/761861082550225760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=761861082550225760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/761861082550225760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/761861082550225760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/04/ghetto-fabulous.html' title='Ghetto Fabulous!'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-8071335068217042515</id><published>2007-04-06T11:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T11:08:51.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pupdate.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sunny day! Everything's A-O K!!!! On my way to where the air is SWEET!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lana is FINE....she got her boots off today and her pads look great. She is played out and sleeping right now! So thanks for the good thoughts! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Much love! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Peace ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-8071335068217042515?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/8071335068217042515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=8071335068217042515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/8071335068217042515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/8071335068217042515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/04/pupdate.html' title='Pupdate.....'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-7222361822848911968</id><published>2007-04-04T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:54:27.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Paws and Tennis Courts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ok so here's the situation, I took Ms. Lana out to play as I try to do everyday. We went out a little later than usual yesterday. As a result of this, there were WAY too many kids crowded around our usual play area. So we confined ourselves to the tennis courts where we used to play, so Lana would diturb or chase the little hoodlums. We were having a grand old time and Lana was running like a maniac. She had plenty of water and her little friend Zoe from the 3rd floor even came down to play with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;About an hour later Lana was resting in the grass and had begun limping. I thought perhaps that she maybe ran a little too hard on her paw and maybe twisted it. I began to overheat so we trudged back upstairs to cool off. I didn't think much of Lana's limping as it had happened before and she didn't seem too bothered by it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Well, Katrina comes home and Lana and I are chillin out and her mama says, "What's this?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RhPHGO1ylPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/yN9p9pHORNk/s1600-h/Puppy+Pad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049598517089309938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RhPHGO1ylPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/yN9p9pHORNk/s200/Puppy+Pad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I clearly have no idea as it looks and feels like a piece of vinyl. So I check Lana's feet...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"OMYGOD!!! Call the vet! Her pads are falling off!" I say. Her front pad looks all raw and scary and the pad is kind of hanging there. This one was from one of her back paws. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;So Trink gets on the phone with the vet and asks them if this is something to be concerned about etc..... They tell her to bring Lana in because it can be very painful. Mind you, Lana is not bleeding or whimpering or anything. Her Panicked mommy is worried. So, we head out to the vets, I like a complete retard decide that she can now not walk on her own paws and proceed to pick said 65lb dog up and carry her to the car. BAD IDEA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;We get to the vet they look at her paws and "Aww... poor puppy....we'll trim these others and put bootys on her." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Of course it's my fault for running her on what has amounted to an inferno, tennis court of death. I have marred my puppy. I feel like the worst mom ever!!! The vet reassures me as does my wonderful g/f that it was an accident and how was I to know? Even Lana let's me know it's ok. They knocked her out and cleaned her up....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RhPIj-1ylQI/AAAAAAAAAdo/kuiL3VKEezc/s1600-h/Lana+Doped+up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049600127702045954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RhPIj-1ylQI/AAAAAAAAAdo/kuiL3VKEezc/s320/Lana+Doped+up.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And now she has three wrapped paws that I'm amazed she hasn't tried to chew through yet. God bless her little heart. She is such a good dog. Our vet was very nice and very,. very good to us on the price of the visit. It could've been about $300 but she cut us a break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So we go back on Friday to get her bandages off. As long as we can keep them dry and mostly clean, she should be fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So, some pain pills with lunch and lots of love and some french fries. My little 4 legged best friend is doing fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Look at that face!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049601089774720274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RhPJb-1ylRI/AAAAAAAAAdw/BOKY6hjho48/s320/Lana+and+Mama.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She got to snuggle with her mama as a treat to go to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Man we love our pets!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Peace Ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-7222361822848911968?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/7222361822848911968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=7222361822848911968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/7222361822848911968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/7222361822848911968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/04/puppy-paws-and-tennis-courts.html' title='Puppy Paws and Tennis Courts'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RhPHGO1ylPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/yN9p9pHORNk/s72-c/Puppy+Pad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-383493022475151256</id><published>2007-04-02T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T11:35:14.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A flower grows in the Ghetto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RhEgMR0GjWI/AAAAAAAAAdA/qrZpdS_M95g/s1600-h/Ghetto+Flower.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048852052571491682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RhEgMR0GjWI/AAAAAAAAAdA/qrZpdS_M95g/s200/Ghetto+Flower.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms. Trink and I have been talking as of late, how we must &lt;/em&gt;CHOOSE &lt;em&gt;to be happy. How everyday when we wake up we should be thankful for all the blessings in our lives. Well, this morning, when we woke up and headed out the door, there were no lights on. Very strange occurance. Only on the outside the lights weren't working. The elevator was working but the lights were not. Bizarre. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Well, later in the morning when the sun came up, I took our Lana downstairs to break in her new squirrel toy. She destroyed the old one. WOW. This dog LOVEs to play! On our way back to the apartment, we found that flower growning out front. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048854260184681842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RhEiMx0GjXI/AAAAAAAAAdI/7FyMvgxjtX0/s200/Exhausted.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A flower growin on out little ghetto. As much as I complain about this place. (for good reason mind you). I am still happy that I can see the beautiful things about the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Peace ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-383493022475151256?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/383493022475151256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=383493022475151256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/383493022475151256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/383493022475151256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/04/flower-grows-in-ghetto.html' title='A flower grows in the Ghetto!'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RhEgMR0GjWI/AAAAAAAAAdA/qrZpdS_M95g/s72-c/Ghetto+Flower.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-6335148673710253658</id><published>2007-03-23T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T17:39:54.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have the Coolest BIG Brother!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RgRJAYKFDpI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Rg35jba2lNI/s1600-h/007_07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045237753395351186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RgRJAYKFDpI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Rg35jba2lNI/s400/007_07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My big brother is a police officer. That in and of itself is amazing to me. He's a REAL hero. But right now, he's off duty and working security at the Miami Ink Tattoo shop down on south beach! He called me on his way there and told me about it. He doesn't even know who the guys are!! lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So he gets there and he is talking to AMI!! AMI!! Can you believe it and says that he is super nice and that he got his autograph for me. He said he was gonna try and get Yogi's and Darrens and who ever else he could. HOw cool is he??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I just had to put it out there that my brother loves me and I sometimes forget that. He's the coolest tho and I should tell him more often!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Love you Gordie!! you are the COOLEST Big brother I know!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Peace Ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-6335148673710253658?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/6335148673710253658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=6335148673710253658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/6335148673710253658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/6335148673710253658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-have-collest-big-brother.html' title='I have the Coolest BIG Brother!!'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RgRJAYKFDpI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Rg35jba2lNI/s72-c/007_07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-3334893959006686858</id><published>2007-03-21T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T13:43:34.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Good Not to Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In Lebanon , men are legally allowed to have sex with animals, but the animals must be female. Having sexual relations with a male animal is punishable by death.(Like THAT makes sense.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In Bahrain , a male doctor may legally examine a woman's genitals, but isprohibited from looking directly at them during the examination. He may onlysee their reflection in a mirror.(Do they look different reversed?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Muslims are banned from looking at the genitals of a corpse. This alsoapplies to undertakers. The sex organs of the deceased must be covered witha brick or piece of wood at all times.(A brick?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The penalty for masturbation in Indonesia is decapitation.(Much worse than "going blind!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;There are men in Guam whose full-time job is to travel the countryside  anddeflower young virgins, who pay them for the privilege of having sex for thefirst time. Reason: under Guam law, it is expressly forbidden for virgins tomarry.(Let's just think for a minute; is there Any job anywhere else in the worldthat even comes close to this?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In Hong Kong , a betrayed wife is legally allowed to kill her adulteroushusband, but may only do so with her bare hands. The husband's illicitlover, on the other hand, may be killed in any manner desired.(Ah! Justice!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Topless saleswomen are legal in Liverpool , England - but only in tropicalfish stores.(But of course!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In Cali , Colombia , a woman may only have sex with her husband, and thefirst time this happens, her mother must be in the room to witness the act.(Makes one shudder at the thought.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In Santa Cruz , Bolivia , it is illegal for a man to have sex with a womanand her daughter at the same time.(I presume this was a big enough problem that they had to pass this law?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In Maryland , it is illegal to sell condoms from vending machines with oneexception: Prophylactics may be dispensed from a vending machine only "inplaces where alcoholic beverages are sold for consumption on the premises."(Is this a great country or what? Well, not as great as Guam !)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.(Who volunteers for this stuff?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure.(Is that why Flipper was always smiling?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The ant can lift 50 times its own weight, can pull 30 times its own weightand always falls over on its right side when intoxicated. (From drinking little bottles of???)(Did the government pay for this research??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Butterflies taste with their feet.(Ah, geez.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.(I know some people like that.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Starfish don't have brains.(I know some people like that, too.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And, the best for last?Turtles can breathe through their butts.(And I thought I had bad Breath in the morning!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-3334893959006686858?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/3334893959006686858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=3334893959006686858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/3334893959006686858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/3334893959006686858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/03/too-good-not-to-post.html' title='Too Good Not to Post'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-659792741689665470</id><published>2007-03-19T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T10:44:06.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In the Life......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guest Writer today is Ms. Lana Mojo Lola Jo-Jo Sydney Bristow Valentino. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Rf6edvxYPsI/AAAAAAAAAaE/8ihMuVYFFMQ/s1600-h/Lana4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043642866578505410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Rf6edvxYPsI/AAAAAAAAAaE/8ihMuVYFFMQ/s200/Lana4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I woke up....and my moms took me outside for chi-chi and boom boom. The elevator is broken again so I had to go down the stairs....I don't mind because it's fun. Then Mama left for work, she said bye to me before she left. So I ran back upstairs to mommy. We waited to see mama dirve away. I like when we do that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Monday which means I get to do luandry with mommy. I help her carry the basket, well I at least run down to the laundry room to make sure that everything is in order and no one is in there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we put the laundry in the washer we get to go back and I play with my best friend... Nemesis.... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043643145751379666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Rf6et_xYPtI/AAAAAAAAAaM/cS1b_lE5NWQ/s200/Lana3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I help her clean the tough spots to reach. She can be annoying but, I like to help out. Sometimes when I'm helping her she bites me. I don't like this.....so I tell mommy and she makes Nemesis leave me alone. &lt;/p&gt;Then I get to go out back onto the balcony and watch the birds....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Rf6fwvxYPuI/AAAAAAAAAaU/gsvtwAsqXwU/s1600-h/Lana+and+the+Girls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043644292507647714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Rf6fwvxYPuI/AAAAAAAAAaU/gsvtwAsqXwU/s200/Lana+and+the+Girls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes Midnite and Nemesis sit out there with me. We really like the breeze and the sun. Callisto sits inside and watches us. I think she's afraid of me.... but then she come and snuggles with us, when I'm snuggling with mommy.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After we finishes folding laundry, mommy plays a game with me and I get really tired. I run and run and run, and then drink alot of water. It's sometimes really hot outside. So, when we come back upstairs mommy let's me relax wherever I want, so I lay right on her favorite pillow.... &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Rf6gyvxYPvI/AAAAAAAAAac/yNI7qngETHs/s1600-h/Lana7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043645426379013874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Rf6gyvxYPvI/AAAAAAAAAac/yNI7qngETHs/s200/Lana7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;She must really love me... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I take a nice long nap, I help mommy keep the kitties in line. They like to act up and I have to get them back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's time for mama to come home and I can hardly contain myself. We wait outside for her, and then I go running to the stairs and greet my Mama! she's the best I love it when she comes home and pets my head and tells me she loves me. It's the best time of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's my day, I really like it and I really LOVE my moms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOF WOOF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-659792741689665470?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/659792741689665470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=659792741689665470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/659792741689665470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/659792741689665470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/03/day-in-life.html' title='A Day In the Life......'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Rf6edvxYPsI/AAAAAAAAAaE/8ihMuVYFFMQ/s72-c/Lana4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-5535879677865958421</id><published>2007-03-08T08:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T08:49:50.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blasts from the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wow....I can't believe how many old friends I've found lately. I tried looking on Classmates before but it costs money.... So Myspace to the rescue. I found so many friends old and new. I'm so happy for the chance to reconnect and see how everyone has grown. And yet see how much I haven't....lol...sort of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm still the same goofy kid I always was. I've got a few more issues I'm dealing with, but mostly...I'm still Donna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I would love to spend time with all of the friends that I've found again. I miss hangin out and havin fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My new therapist is super nice and seems really willing to work with to help me get better. Nicole Diaz.... she's gonna start actually charting my progress. I'm looking forward to getting into my head and figurin it all out. Try not to get frustrated with myself in the process. Nothing is moving fst enough for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well.. that was a convoluted post...sorry..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-5535879677865958421?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/5535879677865958421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=5535879677865958421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5535879677865958421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5535879677865958421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/03/blasts-from-past.html' title='Blasts from the past'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-4605513221763059321</id><published>2007-03-07T07:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T07:12:52.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Re6r1eF8u0I/AAAAAAAAASc/208KUkSX6lk/s1600-h/Closet+Door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039153968173595458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Re6r1eF8u0I/AAAAAAAAASc/208KUkSX6lk/s400/Closet+Door.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is my old closet door. How creative was I? How cool were my folks to let me do this to my door? And my walls? Some of my friends will remember this door and all the silliness that went with it! Art contributed and pictures.... Some really good memories with this door and so many metaphorical things too.... lol ....Just thought I'd post a blast from my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-4605513221763059321?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/4605513221763059321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=4605513221763059321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/4605513221763059321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/4605513221763059321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-this-is-my-old-closet-door.html' title=''/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Re6r1eF8u0I/AAAAAAAAASc/208KUkSX6lk/s72-c/Closet+Door.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-3115243923398420098</id><published>2007-02-19T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T15:40:34.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok...WHAT THE?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ok so I guess my dog is feelin a little insecure. Her and Nemesis (or cranky cat) are like best friends/ worst enemies. Lana cleans her all the time. And chases her and plays with her. Well, last night we were sittin in the room and Lana comes in and proceeds to try and HUMP Nemesis. WTH?!?!?!? I nearly fell off the bed laughing. Aforementioned creatures are both girls and both "fixed" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyone know what this is about? I'm assuming it's about social dominance. I was just curious.... Lol...it was soo funny....Nemesis had this look on her face... like, "What the hell do you think you're doin??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-3115243923398420098?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/3115243923398420098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=3115243923398420098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/3115243923398420098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/3115243923398420098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/02/okwhat.html' title='Ok...WHAT THE?!?!?'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-5584367053662880413</id><published>2007-02-14T06:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T06:36:46.422-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deathtrap'/><title type='text'>Broken already.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RdLzkX5iRTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q6IY80IhkAs/s1600-h/Broken+already.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031351539942442290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RdLzkX5iRTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q6IY80IhkAs/s400/Broken+already.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DEATHTRAP STRIKES AGAIN!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stuck open on the first floor!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, let's act like we're surprised. I would if I was, but sadly, the inept morons that put this thing together can't even fix it properly. I'm not surprised. Frustrated, yes, angry? Yes....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's absurd that the elevator was working for 5 days??? Good grief. We'll see who long it takes them to come out and correct the problem this time. It's a WHOLE brand new elevator!!! For heaven's sake!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, there ya go....HAppy Valentine's DAY!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-5584367053662880413?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/5584367053662880413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=5584367053662880413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5584367053662880413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/5584367053662880413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/02/broken-already.html' title='Broken already.....'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RdLzkX5iRTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q6IY80IhkAs/s72-c/Broken+already.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-2032094658288097501</id><published>2007-02-12T06:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T09:35:08.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP with Snoring!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Anyone have ANY ideas? Suggestions? Home Remedies? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I'm open to ANYTHING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Pillow over my face? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sleeping while standing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mouth full of feathers? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Shot of Camel spit??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Kitty Litter? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;THe CLumping Kind?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Anything??? Let me know if you have any suggestions.... PLEASE!!! Before I snore my honey right outta my life!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Thanks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-2032094658288097501?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/2032094658288097501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=2032094658288097501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/2032094658288097501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/2032094658288097501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/02/help-with-snoring.html' title='HELP with Snoring!!'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-1045362582380775065</id><published>2007-02-08T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T12:33:34.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things about me...,.</title><content type='html'>1. I am a natural Redhead&lt;br /&gt;2. I have 2 brothers, 1 sister, 2 step sisters and one step brother.&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate to fly.&lt;br /&gt;4. I am Claustrophobic&lt;br /&gt;5. And Agoraphobic&lt;br /&gt;6. I have severe panic disorder.&lt;br /&gt;7. I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;u&gt;HATE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;8. I love the smell of gasoline.&lt;br /&gt;9. Fall is my favorite season&lt;br /&gt;10. I do &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; like nuts in my brownies.&lt;br /&gt;11. Or my cookies....(usually)&lt;br /&gt;12. I'm a picky eater.&lt;br /&gt;13. You can't tell by looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;14. I'm unusually good at distracting myself.&lt;br /&gt;15. I love to alphabetize CD's.&lt;br /&gt;16. Sometimes I keep too many keepsakes.&lt;br /&gt;17. I have a friendship egg that's about 20 years old.&lt;br /&gt;18. I once lost myself in somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;19. I FINALLY found myself.&lt;br /&gt;20. I am a fidgeter.&lt;br /&gt;21. I am very tactial.&lt;br /&gt;22. I can't sleep unless my honey is in the house or I know she'll be home soon.&lt;br /&gt;23. It's hard for my to be proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;24. Little tiny, toys make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;25. I really hate smiley faces.&lt;br /&gt;26. I collect too many things.&lt;br /&gt;27. Postcards at night are my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;28. My puppy is one of my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;29. She has helped me leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;30. I love to sing.&lt;br /&gt;31. With my mom.&lt;br /&gt;32. I play guitar&lt;br /&gt;33. And a little piano&lt;br /&gt;34. I read comic books.&lt;br /&gt;35. I'm a backseat driver that sits in the front seat.&lt;br /&gt;36. My first job was at The Chosen Children's Foundation.&lt;br /&gt;37. We tried to sell trash bags and Cards during dinner.&lt;br /&gt;38. It sucked.&lt;br /&gt;39. I drove the driving range cart at a golf course. (Yes they try to hit you)&lt;br /&gt;40. I was never hit.&lt;br /&gt;41. I flooded the driving range once.&lt;br /&gt;42. I worked at a preschool.&lt;br /&gt;43. I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;44. I used to have ALOT more energy&lt;br /&gt;45. I used to be healthier.&lt;br /&gt;46. I LOVE to dance.&lt;br /&gt;47. Haven't danced in a while.&lt;br /&gt;48. Yes, I LOVED the Spice Girls. Still do. (So?)&lt;br /&gt;49. I have glow sticks from the first club I went to ever.&lt;br /&gt;50. It was called The Edge.&lt;br /&gt;51. People used to think I was an Angel.&lt;br /&gt;52. I was just a naive girl.&lt;br /&gt;53. I'm not so naive anymore.&lt;br /&gt;54. I've always been Gay.&lt;br /&gt;55. Just never knew what to call it.&lt;br /&gt;56. The smell of Hugo Boss for women makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;57. One of my prized possessions is an autographed backstage pass to Cyndi Lauper's Girls' just wanna have fun tour.&lt;br /&gt;58. Scary movies that are realistic freak me out. I don't like to watch them.&lt;br /&gt;59. Stupid People shouldn't breed.&lt;br /&gt;60. Sometimes my friends disappoint me.&lt;br /&gt;61. Sometimes I disappoint my friends.&lt;br /&gt;62. I disappoint myself alot.&lt;br /&gt;63. I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;64. I think I was a ninja a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;65. HAHAHAHAHA I'm lkaughing to hard to write this one.&lt;br /&gt;66. I'm fierceley protective.&lt;br /&gt;67. Terribly insecure.&lt;br /&gt;68. I'm a Christian&lt;br /&gt;69. I haven't been to church in a LOOOOOOONG time.&lt;br /&gt;70. I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;71. I don't think I want to be judged by them.&lt;br /&gt;72. God made me in HIS image tho.&lt;br /&gt;73. God don't make mistakes does he?&lt;br /&gt;74. Sometimes I wonder if I'll go to Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;75. Then I remember my bible verses.&lt;br /&gt;76. Laughing is the best thing on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;77. My friend Tara is the first person who knew I was gay...(after me)&lt;br /&gt;78. I am lucky enough to know my soulmates.&lt;br /&gt;79. I want to travel the U.S. at some point.&lt;br /&gt;80. I want to stop being afraid.&lt;br /&gt;81. I'm left handed.&lt;br /&gt;82. I have stubby toes.&lt;br /&gt;83. I'm surprisingly flexible&lt;br /&gt;84. Sometimes I take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;85. I'm always grateful that Trink comes home everyday.&lt;br /&gt;86. I am a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;87. Who talks alot.&lt;br /&gt;88. I wish I wasn't so judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;89. I sometimes fart in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;90. I can pick up almost anyting with my toes.&lt;br /&gt;91. I have trouble finishing things I start.&lt;br /&gt;92. I'm determined to change that.&lt;br /&gt;93. I'm an optimist.&lt;br /&gt;94. I'm pretty sure God has a plan for me.&lt;br /&gt;95. I wish it was winning the Lotto.&lt;br /&gt;96. We hit a casino jackpot once.&lt;br /&gt;97. I nearly pee'd myself!&lt;br /&gt;98. I have  11 nieces and nephews and half of them were born in February.&lt;br /&gt;99. My middle name is Frances.&lt;br /&gt;100. WOW!! Look I finished something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-1045362582380775065?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/1045362582380775065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=1045362582380775065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/1045362582380775065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/1045362582380775065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/02/100-things-about-me.html' title='100 things about me...,.'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-7727108885893794089</id><published>2007-02-07T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T15:21:18.877-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deathtrap'/><title type='text'>Well Wonders Never Cease!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;It's Official!! The Deathtrap is Operable!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing! It's a miracle!! I did a dance with the head of maintenance. It was ridiculous....and actually quite funny. Me and Victor the head guy doin a dance out front. It was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm  stunned into speechlessness.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOORAY!! HOORAY!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Peace ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-7727108885893794089?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/7727108885893794089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=7727108885893794089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/7727108885893794089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/7727108885893794089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/02/well-wonders-never-cease.html' title='Well Wonders Never Cease!'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-3825185712779214376</id><published>2007-02-05T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T09:43:50.458-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deathtrap'/><title type='text'>I don't want to Jinx it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;There may be an end in sight. I was doin laundry and I saw the elevator guys out there with who I think was the county inspector. I saw a light come on. A door open....and some movement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The deathtrap may be resurrected!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hallelujah! I'll let you know for sure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Peace Ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-3825185712779214376?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/3825185712779214376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=3825185712779214376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/3825185712779214376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/3825185712779214376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-dont-want-to-jinx-it.html' title='I don&apos;t want to Jinx it....'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-1209417611665496820</id><published>2007-02-01T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T21:26:41.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice, Cars, and Sisters....OH MY!!</title><content type='html'>Well, my mom called me tonight to let me know that my sister and step-sister were in a car accident. For those of you who have been around, my step sister was in a TERRIBLE accident just before Christmas. Mom said that tonight they were going to bring my pop some food at work when they hit an icy patch and slid off the road into a ditch and hit a tree. My sisters door was smashed in and she hurt her neck and her hip. The ambulance was on it's way when my mom called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really want my mom to have some peace. I can't even begin to tell you what all she has been dealing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much all at once and all the time. I wish they lived closer, then maybe I could help her somehow. As it is, they are in Arkansas...and I'm in SOUTH Florida...so......it makes it really hard to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sendin prayers their way that nothing is broken or out of place. My step sister broke lots of bones in Dec. So.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll know more tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks....peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-1209417611665496820?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/1209417611665496820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=1209417611665496820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/1209417611665496820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/1209417611665496820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/02/ice-cars-and-sistersoh-my.html' title='Ice, Cars, and Sisters....OH MY!!'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-1623388459790460772</id><published>2007-02-01T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T17:07:00.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Later that day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RcJj0DBKkxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/kdgTY8bIMhs/s1600-h/5pm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026689879913435922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RcJj0DBKkxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/kdgTY8bIMhs/s320/5pm.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The view this afternoon from my 4th floor loo window. oooh if I zoom out all the way the screen looks less and less like a jail cell. yippee!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today was a tough day. Had a bad panic attack this morning. Keep tryin to work through it. I just wish I could figure out WHY they happen so I can make them  S T O P!!! UGH!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm feel better. I LOVE the new blogs I've been reading. They make me smile. I guess I did too much yesterday rearranging everyting by myself and not getting any sleep. Oy to the Vey! Loopy girl that I am. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my nice Florida weather...lol. I wish it was snowing...like it is at my mom's! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Peace ya'll!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-1623388459790460772?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/1623388459790460772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=1623388459790460772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/1623388459790460772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/1623388459790460772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/02/later-that-day.html' title='Later that day....'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RcJj0DBKkxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/kdgTY8bIMhs/s72-c/5pm.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-6575268197143612447</id><published>2007-02-01T06:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T07:00:27.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>View from my Loo 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RcHV_DBKkvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YNs9blQ9TxI/s1600-h/6+23+in+the+mornin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026533938240852722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RcHV_DBKkvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YNs9blQ9TxI/s320/6+23+in+the+mornin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The moon was HUGE and beautiful this morning. I tried to get it with my digital camera, but it's just so sad. I wanted to share the view from my loo. Sometimes it's beautiful out there. Sometimes it just looks like jail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I think I've created a new project for myself...muahahaahah!! Maybe I'll post another one later today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Peace ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-6575268197143612447?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/6575268197143612447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=6575268197143612447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/6575268197143612447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/6575268197143612447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/02/view-from-my-loo-2.html' title='View from my Loo 2'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/RcHV_DBKkvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YNs9blQ9TxI/s72-c/6+23+in+the+mornin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-1149853690767905876</id><published>2007-01-31T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T17:25:21.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi ya'll!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;What a day today. I actually had some N R G and decided to rearrange our room. ALL BY MYSELF. I think that may have a been a little silly on my part. Cuz, now I'm exhausted. We are expecting our bed hopefully tomorrow or Friday. What a relief that will be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;My brain sure is stuck on empty today. I just wanted to say hi and I hope all is well with ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Peace! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Frannie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-1149853690767905876?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/1149853690767905876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=1149853690767905876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/1149853690767905876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/1149853690767905876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/01/hi-yall.html' title='Hi ya&apos;ll!!'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-7833762104969851203</id><published>2007-01-28T08:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T08:55:43.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Sunday...</title><content type='html'>Man, I've been reading a few new blogs lately. Some of them are really interesting. And some, like mine are "fluff". I wonder if people read these because they find other peoples opinions interesting, or just are curious about life in general. I've always been curious about other people's lives. How they live, what they do, who they love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always considered myself a "people" person. All until this whole panic crap started. It's hard to be a people person when your social network consists of your partner, your puppy and your cats. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to have a sense of humor don't I? This is just so silly already. I can't take some days. It's frustrating and upsetting. So what do I do? I take a deep breath and look at the good things in my life. I plant a new seed in the window box and see what grows. ya know? Well, I'm gonna put a couple of new links up to some blogs that I think are fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! And Thanks for checkin in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace ya'll!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-7833762104969851203?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/7833762104969851203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=7833762104969851203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/7833762104969851203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/7833762104969851203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/01/sunday-sunday.html' title='Sunday Sunday...'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-7550106350145769538</id><published>2007-01-17T06:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T06:47:11.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad ME!! !</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been focused on my other project... paint365.blogspot.com But I thought I might update ya'll on what's going on here. The deathtrap is STILL broken and I have been getting the runaround still from the office about when, where, who and all the flotsum and jetsum of BULLSHIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have decided that I will call all day everyday and annoy them until the elevator is fixed. Soemthings got to give this is INSANE!! What if something happens to someone on the fourth floor? Are the paramedics gonna really run upstairs with a gurney?? I mean this is a serious risk. I think I'll remind the office. MUAHAHAHAH!! I think they'll just get annoyed with all the calling...what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-7550106350145769538?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/7550106350145769538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=7550106350145769538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/7550106350145769538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/7550106350145769538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2007/01/bad-me.html' title='Bad ME!! !'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-116584720209495063</id><published>2006-12-11T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T09:55:28.540-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deathtrap'/><title type='text'>DeathTrap Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, I can hardly believe it, but they are workin on the elevator for the second day in a row! I don't want to say, that it could be working soon...because as you all know it's been WELL over a year! BUT they are working on it~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Supposedly, it will be "done" soon. I don't want to hold my breath...but it sure would be a nice Christmas present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's been insane around here without that elevator luggin presents up and down the stairs...and all the groceries....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm beginning to lose hope that it will ever be fixed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Merry Christmas to all and to all....a Gnight! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PEACE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-116584720209495063?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/116584720209495063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=116584720209495063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/116584720209495063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/116584720209495063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2006/12/deathtrap-update.html' title='DeathTrap Update'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-116540956908596424</id><published>2006-12-06T07:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T07:52:49.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>** OH Christmas Tree **</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Where the heck have I been? Crazy....visiting craytown and trying to escape! I can't believe it's December. Where did the year go? Passed me right by! Babies and parties and craziness! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well hopefully all of you will have a Safe and Happy Holiday. Let's try to be a little nicer, a little more thoughtful, and alot less stressed this year huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Merry Christmas Ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Peace on Earth....Good will toward everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-116540956908596424?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/116540956908596424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=116540956908596424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/116540956908596424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/116540956908596424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-christmas-tree.html' title='** OH Christmas Tree **'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-115955193957870952</id><published>2006-09-29T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T13:45:39.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Scraggely Opossum</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Taking Katrina to work this morning we stopped for breakfast. Lana was so excited about her bacon. Me and Trink were both achy...too much stress in the house right now. Drivin along in our loaner car, (cuz our car had a total engine meltdown apparently). I turned down the nice quiet street heading to her office...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"donna watch out!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"OH MY GOD!!!" screech! Swerve! Crunch crunch....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"I killed him...I killed him!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Donna it's ok...accidents happen. Stupid thing ran into the street..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'm in hysterics...I just killed an animal. Sure we joke about roadkill all the time. But I have NEVER been a part of creating it. Ya know? It's traumatising. Suddenly, I felt bad for it's family. Maybe he was just trying to get to work ya know? Minding his business. He didn't look up. I don't think he really knew what hit him. I felt it tho. I took his little life from him. And I feel really bad. What do you do in situations like this? I mean a card isn't really appropriate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I have to say, I don't ever want to experience anything like that again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So, little fuzzy, creepy looking thing, I am sorry for what happened today. I didn't mean to hurt you. We are all God's creatures even though we may not always understand each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I hope your family wasn't around....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Peace ya'll!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-115955193957870952?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/115955193957870952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=115955193957870952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/115955193957870952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/115955193957870952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2006/09/rip-scraggely-opossum.html' title='R.I.P. Scraggely Opossum'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-115798026369951907</id><published>2006-09-11T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T09:11:03.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>......five years later.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I remember sitting at my desk in Fort Lauderdale... and hearing the people around me talking about New York. Hearing something about a plane and buildings. The information was slow in coming....as if no one really new what was going on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I remember my heart flying into my throat. I remember thinking, the world is going to end. Is this World War 3? Where are they going to attack us next? Then I thought about my sister. She was supposed to fly the next day. To come own here. I called my family in Arkansas. Pop what's going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm watching the news now...is everyone ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes, sweetie we're ok, don't worry. i'll keep watching the news and let you know what's going on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I could hear him trying to tell my grandmother, what had happened. She didn't understand what she was seeing, she thought it was a movie. I remember going downstairs with Cindy to the Progressive lounge and watching the TV to see what happened. Everything was still....so quiet. People were trying to call New York and get in touch with loved ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The office stood still trying to make sense of what happened....I got a ride home from my friend. I sat in front of the TV dumbfounded, wondering how something like this could happen. We heard rumors that buses and trains were under attack. Then the 2nd plane hit and it became real that someone was attacking us. Everything that day changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Five years later and still we are fighting and not winning, dying and not living....where does it end? When will it end? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fighting for PEACE really is like screwing for virginity....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;PEACE Ya'll! May God Bless the families that have lost so much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-115798026369951907?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/115798026369951907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=115798026369951907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/115798026369951907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/115798026369951907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2006/09/five-years-later.html' title='......five years later.....'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-115570016822667383</id><published>2006-08-15T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T23:49:28.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DNA Test?!?!</title><content type='html'>Check it out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personaldna.com/report.php?k=EJpHWyJyVBVJOZZ-AI-AEABE-fd9b"&gt; My Personal Dna Report&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-115570016822667383?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/115570016822667383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=115570016822667383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/115570016822667383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/115570016822667383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2006/08/dna-test.html' title='DNA Test?!?!'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-115569808959651160</id><published>2006-08-15T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T23:14:49.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic Shmanic....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So, I still have the occasional, panic attack. Crowds, warm places, long drives.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm working on them...or rather working on me. Yeah, it's hard. It's grueling and disturbing and frustrating. Sometimes I can't really get my thoughts together. So many things running through my head. I worry about my family. I worry about me and my "family". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lori (my therapist {isn't that soo 80's?}) tells me that I need to stop being so involved and playing the middle man in my family issues. Apparently I'm addicted to the stress? hahahaha....yea that's me!! PHUEESHAW!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oy to the Vey focus is so hard for me. I need a list...any suggestions? Anyone? Anyone out there?  Listening? Little guidance please....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Peace ya'll!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-115569808959651160?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/115569808959651160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=115569808959651160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/115569808959651160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/115569808959651160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2006/08/panic-shmanic.html' title='Panic Shmanic....'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-115454743843047903</id><published>2006-08-02T15:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T15:37:18.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>^--^ ANTS IN THE BATHTUB ^--^</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm sure you've all heard of the Snakes on a Plane movie right? Well, I got ANTS in MY BATHTUB!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's an invasion! I don't know where they are coming from, they are swarming out from the walls. I kill one...and then thousands come rushing out...I'm assuming, mourning the lose of yet another loved one. I have caulked and sprayed and spakled. Still they come scurrying out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;While sitting in my lovely tub today, I began to ponder my ants. I watched as they poked their heads out of the tiniest of cracks. I'm sure they could see the giant, pale, naked woman sitting in the water. it didn't seem to phase them. They came scurrying out anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;They raced back and forth search for what I can only gather, could be called food. (In my shower?) No food, only body products...soaps, shampoos and the like. They are relentless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Annoyed, I lean forward and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;CRUSH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the tiny little buggers. What a mistake that was! apparently I angered them! I have never seen such an influx of creatures. The first few out gathered the crushed little ant body and scurried it back into the crack in the wall. The rest of them, came rushing out shouting what I can only imagine were obscenities. Shaking their little ants fists and wailing in horror. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I started to feel kind of bad. What if I killed someones brother, or sister. So willy nilly, I snuffed out this little ants life. Am I so hardened that I do not respect ALL life? I sound like a hippie now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Granted, ants are God's creation, what they are for, I'm not sure? They seem to only come out during the summer months when I guess it's too hot inside our walls to stand it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The angry mob is dispersing and  scattering about the tub now. some of them are headed my way. I splash water onto the walls, I throw bubbles at them. They swim. They float and little angry ant voices scream as I pull the plug and watch them go down the drain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;DAMN ANTS!!! Squish Squish....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Peace Ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-115454743843047903?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/115454743843047903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=115454743843047903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/115454743843047903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/115454743843047903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2006/08/ants-in-bathtub.html' title='^--^ ANTS IN THE BATHTUB ^--^'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-115426159566989500</id><published>2006-07-30T08:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T09:55:11.127-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deathtrap'/><title type='text'>THe SAGA Continues!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to sound excited or anything....(note the sarcasm...) The deathtrap may actually be fixed sometime soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's what I said. {insert various sounds of doubt} I've seen them working on it...I think. I mean there were several guys huddled around the open door. The promise has continued to be the end of this month...wait...isn't that tomorrow? You mean it will be fixed tomorrow?!?! YIPPEE!! Shee-ya! right... what's todays date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/1716/1600/deathtrapjoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/1716/320/deathtrapjoke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;----These are the lies we've been told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Nevermind I guess...two fat chicks walkin up and down four flights of stairs....who cares? Good exercise. Right? Yeah...PLECH! I'm done hoping. However...I am NOT done BITCHING! I will continue to harass, prode, poke, demand, and insist that this unjustice be corrected!! HUZZAH!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Peace ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-115426159566989500?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/115426159566989500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=115426159566989500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/115426159566989500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/115426159566989500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2006/07/saga-continues.html' title='THe SAGA Continues!!!'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-114876162975520015</id><published>2006-05-27T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T16:27:11.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Oh Where has my little brain gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Well, we spent my birthday with a couple of friends. We went to dinner at Ruby Tuesdays, which has surprisingly good food. Then headed back to our friend Shannons house where we opened presents and ate cake! It was hilarious. I love our friends and was surprised by one person I had bad feelings about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Brian Dean, whom we all call Dean decorated a wooden cross for me with my name and some flowers by hand. He pen drew them on. This is a man that I did not have good feelings about and here he surprised me with a gift that meant something to him and to me. It was a surprise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Our friends Brandon and Micki had just gotten back from Barcelona where they purchased candy and a change purse for me....it was sooo cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Shannon got me a paint by numbers set so that I could practice my painting. He's soo good about gifts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Jaime got me $25 Tate dollars which are always useful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;June bought dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and Salty got me a drinking game, and some shot glasses...soo cute! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I truly love our friends and how much we all get along. They even got Jaime, June and I a birthday cake. Did I mention that our brithdays all fall around the same time? Jaime (15th), Me (19th), and June (21st). We celebrated together! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/1716/1600/Birthday%20Kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/1716/320/Birthday%20Kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Left to right is Jaime, Me and June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;at Ruby Tuesdays...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And our Cake....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/1716/1600/gAY%20cAKE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/1716/320/gAY%20cAKE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just for the record Costco makes and AMAZING Cake...Cream Cheese frosting and all!! WHOOO!!! Like the rainbow? lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then this weekend Katrina and I went to see X-men the last stand YEEHAW!! soo good...and today we went and finally saw the DaVinci Code...they were very true to the book. So exciting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Therapy has been going really well. I think I am finally allowing her to help me instead of fighting against her. I'm working really hard toward getting over these issues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thanks for the constant prayers. I love ya's! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Peace Ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-114876162975520015?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/114876162975520015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=114876162975520015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/114876162975520015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/114876162975520015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2006/05/where-oh-where-has-my-little-brain.html' title='Where Oh Where has my little brain gone?'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-114547435565084148</id><published>2006-04-19T15:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T09:54:55.728-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deathtrap'/><title type='text'>Deathtrap Strikes AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>So, I just put a call into Resident Relations of Aimco. Talked to a gentlemen named Tracy. I explained the problems to him that we have been having in this craphole of a complex. Naturally he was uninterested. Took my informtaion and asked me if there was anything else I wanted him to know at this time. I was like yeah....For what I'm paying in rent this place is a FUCKING SHITHOLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH!! I so want to get out of here!! If anyone has a spare couple grand lying around they feeling like lending me...( I will gladly pay it back)....Katrina and I would love to have our own place that's not out somewher ein the boonies. DAMMIT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry....venting a little. We can afford a mortgage but apparently what we get approved for wouldn't buy a box of cardboard under I-95.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-114547435565084148?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/114547435565084148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=114547435565084148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/114547435565084148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/114547435565084148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2006/04/deathtrap-strikes-again.html' title='Deathtrap Strikes AGAIN!'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-114373758099781504</id><published>2006-03-30T11:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T11:56:31.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I gotta tell ya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/1716/1600/11-11-2005%2009;39;10AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/1716/320/11-11-2005%2009%3B39%3B10AM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I want to talk about my baby sister. All her life I have wanted to protect her and take care of her. She's nine yrs younger than me. I remember getting into my first car accident because I was rushing out of the yard to pick her up from school. I was late. I couldn't stand it when she got hurt. I fixed her boo-boos, and I ignored her alot when I turned 15. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I always wanted a little sister. For some reason I couldn't save her from all the tomrnet she managed to get herself into. She got into some bad things as a kid. Alot of stuff she never talked about and still doesn't. I still want to take care of her. I still worry about her. But not obssesively like I used to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;She has put my family through alot of SHIT, mostly my mom. BUT, even though she's done that and made some bad decisions her heart is soo generous. She is kind, and tenderhearted, even when she's hurt and hurting others. She's lashes out because I think she feels so much. She's had to grow up so fast. So fast....I think we forget that. I think we think she should be able to handle all the things she's dealing with. But she doesn't have the tools the rest of us have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I love my sister. I have always loved my sister and have always had a soft spot in my heart for her. I want her to be happy and healthy more than anything I have ever wished for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My sister is beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My sister is loving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My sister is generous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My sister is special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My sister is creative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My sister is amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My sister is tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My sister is one of my favorite people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My sister makes me laugh like no other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My sister, I miss her so much sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I love her. My sister, my friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Peace Ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-114373758099781504?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/114373758099781504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=114373758099781504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/114373758099781504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/114373758099781504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-gotta-tell-ya_30.html' title='I gotta tell ya!'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-114286084644140141</id><published>2006-03-20T08:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T08:20:46.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skinny Dipping AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Good Grief the water was COLD. What is it about skinny dipping that people find so fascinating? LOL....the water was COLD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So, just to catch you up, things have been going well. I wasn't able to make my last appointment because I hurt my back. I have no idea what happened. Couldn't possibly be the terrible bed that we have? Anyway, it's been going really well. I haven't had a severe panic attack since I started the new dose of Effexor...(Tom Cruise be DAMNED!) ROFLMAO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's also helping that my therapist is willing to go above and beyond to help me get over my fear and work my way through it. I guess it's mostly helping because I am letting myself be helped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;((((RANT COMING)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now, remember back when I first started this thing? Some of you will recall the "deathtrap". Yes it's Baaaaaccckkkk....PIECE of SHIT!!!! Mind you the exercise is doing both of us some good, but I REALLY don't like being FORCED to exercise. We are starting a 2nd week of stair climbing. Same bullshit from the office, "It's getting fixed, we're getting it taken care of." YEAH RIGHT!! GGrr....I really hate that. We are paying an arm and a leg to live here and still they can't keep anything working. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, I think that's it for now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Peace Ya'll! Have a blessed day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-114286084644140141?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/114286084644140141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=114286084644140141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/114286084644140141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/114286084644140141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2006/03/skinny-dipping-again.html' title='Skinny Dipping AGAIN'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-114161099271967729</id><published>2006-03-05T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T21:09:52.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyper-Vigilent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;??????? Yeah that's what I said. Huh? Apparently my therapist thinks I'm hyper-vigilent. What does this mean? Well when I asked her she said, "The way you watch your back and your aware of everything around you. It's why you locked yourself up in your house." ???? Huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We were talking about how my father and older brother used to come into my room and take my deoderant or cologne or whatever. Without regard for the fact that it was mine, or that I was even in the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;She said they acted like I didn't exist, that I was not important. This was something that I had never thought of. When I moved out of my parents house, I slept with my bedroom door locked. (Of course I had moved in with my older brother.) But I wanted to feel safe, like no one could get to me. Now that I am not living with any of my family, my door is not locked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My therapist told me to write down how it made me feel that I was treat as "unimportant" and a "non-entity" by my father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I guess, it sucks really. I mean, I look back and certain things were really raunch. And other things were not so bad. The fact of the matter is, I feel like, that's just the way my childhood was. Like it was normal how most people think of their childhoods, until they grow up and find out that.... "WHOA! That wasn't normal at all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Right? Sure...I don't know. I told her that I didn't really care about what happened when I was a kid because I have a stepdad...who I have a hard time even calling him stepdad...he's my POP. My mom married him after she FINALLY divorced my dad. He treats me like a daughter. Like I am HIS daughter. He has never treated me any other way. He's been such a good, GREAT dad to me. It's hard for me to accept really, because I'm not used to it. I feel like he should yell or something, ya know? But he doesn't. He's so mellow and laid back. And I feel like I can talk to him about anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lori says that my father HAS affected me and that I need to resolve those things before we can move on....well.....how will those things EVER be resolved? Honestly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Peace Ya'll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-114161099271967729?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/114161099271967729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=114161099271967729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/114161099271967729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/114161099271967729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2006/03/hyper-vigilent.html' title='Hyper-Vigilent'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-114113999681021945</id><published>2006-02-28T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T10:19:56.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;&lt;&lt; HI!!! &gt;&gt;&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Things have been going pretty good lately. I gotta say, something is shifting. Me and Trink have been happier, more relaxed about things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I gotta tell ya, we had ZERO money this weekend, and ZERO food. WE were scraping sme change together to try and get some chicken for the week. On our way to the store, we checked the mail. In the mail, Katrina got a letter letting her know that she would be getting some money. Later that day, while I was walking the dog, I found a 20 dollar bill in the grass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;How COOL is GOD? Seriously? Just when we think that we are forgotten or things just can't get any worse along comes stuff like this. It's soo cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I hope everyone is well. Sorry I don't have much more to talk about. I'm loopy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Peace Ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-114113999681021945?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/114113999681021945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=114113999681021945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/114113999681021945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/114113999681021945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title='&lt;&lt;&lt; HI!!! &gt;&gt;&gt;'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-113985224234679411</id><published>2006-02-13T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T12:37:23.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Gosh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i have no idea what quiet means. ten minutes seems like a long time when you are a fidget like me. no wiggling. no noise. ten minutes with just me and my thoughts. well let's see what happens huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3...2...1...start the timer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i've been playing this game conquer online. i think i may have a disorder. i LOVE it. yes i do love it...i have no idea why. it's this really just crazy rpg game. i have a couple of characters i created and i run around killing monsters and getting money. i don't really care about what the point of the game is....i really just want to get as much money as i can. my one character is a lvl 49 healer. i have a teammate who lvled me up really quickly....i try to be nice to the newbies like he was nice to me. some ppl get on there and just kill everyone, because it's a pk game...Player Kill. which means basically that anyone can just randomly come up and kill you. i don't like that. i created a character to play with my little nephew Caleb when he plays, named Aunt Saphira. i know he likes dragons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My best friend called me today.....told me that she wouldn't be able to make our annual trip to the Ren Fest on Mar 4th. I gotta tell ya, it really is freaking me out how much that bothers me. I'm not mad at her or anything, but for the past.....10 yrs I guess, we've been going to this thing. She's never missed it. Not once. Sure she's had to cut it short some times, but never missed it. I'm truly bugged by this. It's nothing she can do anything about, but it bugs me. I'm sad, and quite disappointed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;5 minutes left and I'm using this really pale yellow so that I don't correct anything that I may make a mistake on. I can't see what I'm typing so if there are typos...Oh well! I'm finding that I am happier and more energetic since my Dr. changed my perscritption.  Upped my dose of Effexor. Yeah...head drugs....me and my loopy head. I am almost starting to feel normal again. Whatever normal is. More like myself. My 9ld self. that used to go out and have fun and not worry about panic attacks. I miss the old me. I want to get back to the point where I can do things by myself. I walkec with Lana to the appointment with my therapist. I'm gonna try and go by myself this time. Friday is my nbext appt. and I will walk over alone. It's part of the desentizition. Getting used to things that make me uncomfortable and not making such a big deal out of them. r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Fear is like this dense fog in front of you that you can't walk through, and when you try to go around it, it just keep sgetting bigger and bigger until you are paralyzed. I'm learning to walk through the fog and into the sunshine on the other side.... I am tired of being afraid of nothing. I want to liv e my life again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;1 minute and this is what's come out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Peace Ya'll!! Check back soon!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-113985224234679411?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/113985224234679411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=113985224234679411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/113985224234679411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/113985224234679411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-gosh.html' title='Well Gosh...'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-113896742680668727</id><published>2006-02-03T06:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T06:50:26.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Desensitizing has begun....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well, my first session went VERY well. I walked to my therapists office with my puppy and didn't panic, and didn't call anyone. I was so excited. I was so proud of myself. Lori said I did really well and so did Trink. It seems so simple to me. Something I should do easily, but it's not easy for me. I have to remember that. Every step I take little or not, is a step I am taking to get better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;GO ME!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Peace ya'll!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-113896742680668727?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/113896742680668727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=113896742680668727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/113896742680668727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/113896742680668727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2006/02/desensitizing-has-begun.html' title='Desensitizing has begun....'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-113863141229649402</id><published>2006-01-30T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T09:30:12.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~~Systematic Desensitization ~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yeah for therapy!! This is what my therapist and I are working on. Started back up on Satruday. Apparently I'm a control freak. Who knew that my panic disorder stemmed from me needing to be in control of my environment. So Thursday she said I should walk to my apartment with my puppy. She's only about a block away. Now, all I can think about is walking there and not being able to call Katrina. Lori...(my therapist) told me that I was NOT ALLOWED to call Katrina if I started panicking on the way there. I am to call her. So, now that's all I can think about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;How is this helping my panic? I have no idea....but it's helpful that i'm aware of what I'm feeling right??? Right....sure....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Peace ya'll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-113863141229649402?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/113863141229649402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=113863141229649402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/113863141229649402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/113863141229649402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2006/01/systematic-desensitization.html' title='~~Systematic Desensitization ~~'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-113819387663819886</id><published>2006-01-25T07:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T07:57:56.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever Wonder....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What your words do? Seriously......think about it....sometimes words hurt more than anything else we can do to somebody. Especially someone we love. Is it because we know them so well? And we know just what to say to make them mad, sad, hurt, confused, annoyed? Why do we lash out when we shouldn't? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've been thinking about words today. It's amazing sometimes what happens when we say certain things. Like, "I love you." or..."I'm sorry."....or..."I'm an idiot" Words can lift you up or tear you down. I don't think we take words seriously enough. I think we abuse them and take them for granted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It seems we have an endless supply of words....expressive and emotive..... ie.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHIT! FUCK! DAMN! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Curse words yes, but SOOO expressive.... and can be used in such a variety of ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Today my words are wounding and callous. Today I suffer for my lack of thoughtfulness. Words can really fuck up your program sometimes. Sometimes words aren't enough..... sometimes silence is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOLDEN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Peace Ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-113819387663819886?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/113819387663819886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=113819387663819886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/113819387663819886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/113819387663819886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2006/01/ever-wonder.html' title='Ever Wonder....?'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-113776797500943489</id><published>2006-01-20T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T09:39:35.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday....and where is my incentive???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, I've been playing this game online with my little brother. He's always getting me into new games....&lt;strong&gt;(shame on him). &lt;/strong&gt;I haven't much been keeping track like I had intended. &lt;em&gt;SHOCKER&lt;/em&gt;. The plan is to go shopping this weekend for "good stuff" and throw away all the bad stuff in the house. It's just one of those things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Also, I think we're gonna try looking for a new place to live again. I hate this frickin place. It's making me nuts and probably making us sick. A whole lot to think about. I guess we'll see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, I'm ashamed of myself for not being better at this.....but if you fall....you might as well get back up right???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Peace ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-113776797500943489?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/113776797500943489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=113776797500943489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/113776797500943489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/113776797500943489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2006/01/fridayand-where-is-my-incentive.html' title='Friday....and where is my incentive???'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-113741270276096993</id><published>2006-01-16T06:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T06:58:22.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Monday....la la la la la</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hey Ya'll!!! Long time no talky...... Brain brain go away.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;So, if you've never done it, I suggest that for just one day....you write down everything you eat. Don't try and keep track of calories at first....just get an idea of what goes in....ya know? WHooooo!!! I'm gonna try it here....... talk about CRAZY!!! This is what I had this weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;UGH!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;5pieces of fried dough with cinnamon and sugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;4cheesy garlic biscuits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;chicken, brown rice, and cheesey saucy burrito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;glass of chocolate milk and scoop of peanut butter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;3 HUGE glasses of water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Bowl of Smart Start cereal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;2 Blueberry Eggo waffles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;glass of strawberry milk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;left over chicken cheesy, brown rice burrito....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;5 leftover fried dough pieces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;3 Huge glasses of water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;HOLY CRAP!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;What about you guys???? Drop me a note and let me know what you eat in a day??? Or a weekend!! I'm curious what everyone eats.! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;PEACE YA'LL!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-113741270276096993?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/113741270276096993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=113741270276096993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/113741270276096993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/113741270276096993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2006/01/monday-mondayla-la-la-la-la.html' title='Monday Monday....la la la la la'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-113629557173171205</id><published>2006-01-03T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T08:39:31.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY NEW YEAR!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/1716/1600/Lana%20Ears%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/1716/320/Lana%20Ears%205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lana sure had fun on Christmas morning. What a great holiday we had. It was good to spend time with our family and friends. We went to our friends Brandon and Micki'e house in WPB for Christmas Eve and Secret Santa gift exchange. What a great idea that was. Me and my secret santa had each others names. And we got each other pretty much the SAME thing! Me and My Santa Shannon! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/1716/1600/Donna%20N%20Secret%20Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/1716/200/Donna%20N%20Secret%20Santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got to meet Micki's folks who were visiting from Washington. We had heard so much about them! What a great time we had! I'm always amazed at how awesome our friends our. We have this GREAT circle of support for everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Then for New years....we went back up to Brandon and Micki's....and WHOOO BOY!! Things were CRAZY!!!! I drank a little..... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/1716/1600/Donna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/1716/200/Donna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trink drank a little &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/1716/1600/Me%20N%20Trink.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/1716/200/Me%20N%20Trink.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone had a great time..... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/1716/1600/Jaime%20N%20Linda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/1716/200/Jaime%20N%20Linda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We laughed and hugged and remembered our friend Stella who passed away in May. We cried, for missing her. What a tremendous blessing she was to our lives... we were all grateful to have known her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/1716/1600/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/1716/320/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So, this year things are gonna change....you will see a healthier Donna and a healthier Katrina....hopefully this will serve as some sort of accountability for us. It's just about that time....this is NOT a resolution...it's a life CHANGE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;May you all have a happy, healthy, prosperous NEW YEAR! Love and appreciate the ANGELS in your life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Peace ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-113629557173171205?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/113629557173171205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=113629557173171205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/113629557173171205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/113629557173171205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2006/01/merry-new-year.html' title='MERRY NEW YEAR!!!'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17733110.post-113456089121962680</id><published>2005-12-14T06:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T06:48:11.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where've I Been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I've had my nose in some books....that's where i've been. Reading the Left Behind Series....I can't seem to put those books down. I've been Christmas Wrapping and looking forward to hanging out with friends and family. Creatively, I'm in a slump. My brain is swimming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I finally gave in and signed up for Classmates, so that I could reconnect with some old friends. To my surprise I had a message waiting for me. It's really cool when poeple pass through your mind and then you're able to contact them. So its been really cool to find out how some of my old friends are doing. &lt;strong&gt;Surprising&lt;/strong&gt; but, really, really cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I've had a bunch of ideas for my stories in my head, but I can't seem to focus and get them in order. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's cold outside today...HAHAH....55 degrees.....perfect for me! COld for Florida.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm babbling..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Peace ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17733110-113456089121962680?l=franniepanics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/feeds/113456089121962680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17733110&amp;postID=113456089121962680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/113456089121962680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17733110/posts/default/113456089121962680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniepanics.blogspot.com/2005/12/whereve-i-been.html' title='Where&apos;ve I Been?'/><author><name>frannie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWQvA1tkKaI/AAAAAAAABeM/B0gSQ1LoSxE/S220/Up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
