<?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-6482176485291927593</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:32:40.909-07:00</updated><category term='you havent been loved until you have been photoshoped'/><category term='house for sale'/><category term='moving'/><category term='dogs in snow'/><category term='cross stiching'/><category term='house for rent'/><category term='fun'/><category term='knitting'/><category term='crochet'/><category term='spring'/><title type='text'>Gibby's Wacky World of Wonders?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-5074329088845114002</id><published>2011-02-23T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:37:06.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amelia's Arrival</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana', 'sans-serif';font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Well it has been a very long time since I have blogged but reading Cathryn’s blog made me remember my birth story.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana', 'sans-serif';font-size:10;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana', 'sans-serif';font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Amelia was due on April 17&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; 2010. I had her on April 23&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt;. Going went a week past my due date I was mad as a hornet. People at work are asking me everyday why I am at work and when is the baby is going to pop out. One guy even poked my belly with a pencil, I almost slapped him. My mom had been trying to plan her flight around Amelia’s due date but she didn’t want to schedule her flight for before the due date then have to leave early. My mom’s flight was to arrive at 8 pm Thursday April 22. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana', 'sans-serif';font-size:10;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana', 'sans-serif';font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I had been having mild contractions since Wednesday night and by Thursday at 6pm I was having contractions every 7-10 minutes. They were light but I &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wasn’t sure how hard they would get since I had never had a baby. I called my grandma and she said to go to the hospital. So I had my neighbor drive me to the hospital and then pick my mom up from the airport. She had never met my mom so I told her to look for an older version of me and it worked. I get to the hospital and sign in and I am there a few hours before they send me home since I am only dilated about 2 cm. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana', 'sans-serif';font-size:10;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana', 'sans-serif';font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;We went to dinner at Denny’s and I get spicy chicken strips and biscuits and gravy. My pregnant friend Jocelynn is also with us and she is drinking a giant chocolate milk shake. Next mom and I go back to my place and I try and go to sleep but I am pacing the floor. I just keep walking back and forth and bending over the chair so mom says that’s it and we go to the hospital again. It is 4 am this time and I check in and I am dilated 4 cm so they emit me. I take a few walks around the ward of the hospital. Then my nurse Rebecca arrives around 6am and gets me in the shower to relax. I stay in there a while trying to manage through the contractions. Around 9 am Jocelynn arrives and I talk to matt on the phone. I am still doing ok and am still convinced I can make it without drugs. I am talking to Matt and breathing….then when contractions come I am just starring at the light bulb and breathing and moving my legs. I do this for a while and around 11 am my mom talks me into getting some drugs. I talked to the dr and ask him how much longer. He says at the rate I was going (dilating one cm per hr it will be 3 before I am ready to push then even longer to push it out) about 5 more hours. When he says that I ask for the drugs. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana', 'sans-serif';font-size:10;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana', 'sans-serif';font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I ask the nurse what my options are and she says the drug that could also drug Amelia or the epidural. I am thinking about it and tell her the epidural because I didn’t want to drug Amelia. It takes 2 hours for the drugs to get to me because there is an emergency and all the anesthesiologist are in the ER. By the time I got an epidural I was dilated 8cm. In the middle of me getting the epidural I had a contraction and the dr had to wait till it was over to give it to me. After I got that it was like I didn’t have a pain in the world. I started laughing and talking to Matt on the phone and I felt great. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana', 'sans-serif';font-size:10;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana', 'sans-serif';font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;My mom keeps looking at the contractions on the monitor and says they are getting heavy. I don’t feel them of course. Then I start feeling a slight pressure and heavier pressure and I tell mom that I feel like I need to push. The nurse comes in and she checks me and says yes it is time. It is about 3 pm at this time. The nurse brings all the equipment in and gets the midwife to come and I begin pushing. I push and I push and I push and two hours later I am still pushing. They have maxed out how much patosin I am getting. Amelia was turned sideways plus she had both her hands up to her chin making her head come out with her chin up instead of down. They kept trying to turn her and turn her head but they couldn’t get it. Finally the mid wife had to give me an episiotomy to get her out and out she came. The midwife was not supposed to do that but all the doctors on call were in the ER so she had to do it to get Amelia out. As soon as I saw her I was laughing and crying all at the same time. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana', 'sans-serif';font-size:10;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana', 'sans-serif';font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She was screaming and looked just like matt did in his baby pictures. It was love at first site. I felt an unbelievable feeling of love for her. They cleaned her off and my mom got to cut her cord. My mom was such a trouper and so was Jocelynn. They helped out a lot while I pushed. I had one foot in moms arms and one in the nurses arms and I was bearing down. My mom said it looked totally different from that end. We were all crying and happy it was finally over. So at 5:15 pm exactly Amelia Belle Roeder was born. It was 1:15 am in Dubai where her father had been on the speaker phone the whole time. I wouldn’t let them take her out of my room the whole time. I wouldn’t let her out of my site. I slept with one hand on her consoling her through the night. She cried a lot since she wasn’t getting much milk from me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana', 'sans-serif';font-size:10;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana', 'sans-serif';font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Getting up for the first time after having your insides fall out was a site and feeling I didn’t prepare for. Around 7pm the nurse came in to bathe Amelia and to get me up after the Epidural wore off so I could walk and go to the bathroom. I remember getting up and looking at where I was sitting and it looked like some murder scene off CSI. I almost puked and passed out. Then I had to sit on the toilet and pee. I am telling you that wiping your VaJayJay after it has gone through that is quite the experience. They give you a saddle to wear and a bag of ice and a pair of granny panties and a water bottle all to help you feel less comfortable when you sit and when you go potty. Well all those things help but you still feel uncomfortable. So you squirt the water down there you don’t wipe….then you put the huge saddle in the granny panties and the ice pack on top of that and all while you have an iv attached to your hand that hurts! And trebly legs and a gown with your ass hanging out. You really don’t care who sees what at this point since everyone has just seen all of you for a long time so you let your ass continue to hang out. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana', 'sans-serif';font-size:10;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana', 'sans-serif';font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The nurses come in every hour to check you and the baby and to push on your stomach and check your VaJayJay and your stitches and make sure you go potty. They check how often you and your baby go number one and number two.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana', 'sans-serif';font-size:10;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana', 'sans-serif';font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;We never could get her to latch on for some reason. After many contractions and many nurses and many tears we gave up on the breastfeeding feeling defeated and broken. Amelia was born exactly 24 hrs to the minute after her cousin Alyssa. My sister had her baby 5 weeks early in an emergency csection 24 hours before in Mississippi and my mom was there for that and then jumped on a plane and was here for Amelia too. That was one crazy week. We took Amelia home and my dad drove 14 hrs straight to see her. He got to Va at midnight and just had to see her. Of course I was up feeding Amelia. We took Amelia to a few dr’s visits for weight checks. She was born 7lb 7 oz but dropped to 6lb 10 oz when she left the hospital two days later. Then we headed for Mississippi on what would be the longest most stressful road trip I have ever been on. I will separate that one into another blog….lol&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-5074329088845114002?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/5074329088845114002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=5074329088845114002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/5074329088845114002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/5074329088845114002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2011/02/amelias-arrival.html' title='Amelia&apos;s Arrival'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-408856957914427973</id><published>2010-01-29T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:14:37.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strong Women New Adventures</title><content type='html'>So I had an adventure yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;As most of you or as I should say the two people who read this know I am pregnant. I am indeed 7 months along and I am having trouble seeing what we will call in this blog my VaJayJay. So to see my VaJJ I have to bend way over and it is uncomfortable. As you can imagine Landscaping this area is even more of a struggle which involves a mirror, a yoga stance, and a razor held very close to my VaJJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for the past few weeks my hubby I decided to grow out the lawn and see what happens. My hubby is gone on deployment so I can go hippy style for a while. I started noticing in-grown hairs and itching because it has been a while since the lawn has not been mowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was fed up and thought I would try something new, Waxing. I had in the past discussed this new idea with a friend who said she had been brave enough and that this didn’t hurt too badly. I have had my brows waxed before and it hurts for a second but then the pain is gone. I am also about to give birth and wanted to know what my pain tolerance was and if I am indeed a sissy or a tough woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go in and the small Asian lady is getting the wax ready. I ask will this hurt? She says in her little Asian tone, if you relax it hurt less so just relax. I am laying there spread eagle letting a little Asian lady dissect my VaJJ and I am supposed to relax knowing that in a few seconds she is going to put hot wax on my very sensitive area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She begins her task and the first few were not that bad. I could feel the warm wax which was not bad and then the strip was placed and then I braced myself for the rip! When she got further and further down into her task that is when I thought to myself I wonder how many more? I wonder if I am bleeding? I wonder if I will have any skin left? What will happen if I get her to stop now and not finish? All of these thoughts went through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thoughts of the Forty Year Old Virgin movie came across my mind. Thoughts of Steve Carell yelling “Lindsey Lohan” after the wax lady pulled the hair off his chest. I could see every comedy movie and tv show I had ever watched where some idiot thought it would be a good idea to rip hair off their body only to find out it HURT LIKE HELL! They would scream and the audience all laughed…yea why didn’t I think of that before I decided to pay this little Asian lady for this? Why would anyone pay for this type of torture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I survived without punching her, yelling any profanities, or flinching too much. I guess I am strong enough to be considered a woman. Now I have a well landscaped area that I have to use a mirror to see and I have no one to show it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are crazy. No man would go through that amount of pain for beauty. I guess I will see just how tough I am when I have this baby in 2 months. Men definitely would not reproduce if they had to go through labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I give a big high five to all the strong women out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-408856957914427973?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/408856957914427973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=408856957914427973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/408856957914427973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/408856957914427973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2010/01/strong-women-new-adventures.html' title='Strong Women New Adventures'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-4219925382296537859</id><published>2010-01-29T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T07:13:47.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post in over a year.....Weird Dream</title><content type='html'>So this Indian girl bought this weird slimy snake like plant from a medicine man looking dude who looked really shady and she looked scared to death. She planted it in the mud and the medicine man and her hurried up the hill. She beat him up the hill and the plant too root quickly and began climbing the hill like a slimy vine. It caught him and she just kept running as it killed him. She lived in a place that was mud everywhere. She hit the other side of the hill and slid through the mud all the way down on her butt past her village with everyone watching as the vine grew bigger and bigger killing everyone. She kept running to another land which was not mud it was forest and in the forest was a fiery bird bath and it sent out a force field of fire every few seconds and on the other side was another bird bath with a shock force field that sent out a shock every few seconds it was the forest peoples means of protection I guess. Well she made it through but the sheep that were roaming there did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made it to a clearing with a big giant log house. Inside the house were all these aristocrat people all dressed up in large dresses and suits from the 1900’s. She ran upstairs and the vine kept coming killing all of them and she jumped from the roof to the ground and found a man who had a Winnebago and they got in the Winnebago and tried to outrun the killer vine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what I ate before this dream but that is some messed up shiz&lt;br /&gt;This is what probably occurs on the planet next to one where they filmed Avitar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-4219925382296537859?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/4219925382296537859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=4219925382296537859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/4219925382296537859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/4219925382296537859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-post-in-over-yearweird-dream.html' title='First Post in over a year.....Weird Dream'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-2547551493202109273</id><published>2009-01-26T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:35:24.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Architects giving bad gifts and good liquor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SX6N3FujBrI/AAAAAAAAASg/dKnZXbxiKuE/s1600-h/DSC05528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SX6N3FujBrI/AAAAAAAAASg/dKnZXbxiKuE/s400/DSC05528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295826189404014258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a yard stick that can be used for measuring the depths of puddles and many other useful things but is not to be put back in anyone's yard.  Needless to say I traded it for a bottle of scotch that had rules....it had to be drank at the office and could not ever leave the office.  It appeared every year just like the yard stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SX6NrSbADjI/AAAAAAAAASY/sWWkiOYjEAI/s1600-h/DSC05552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SX6NrSbADjI/AAAAAAAAASY/sWWkiOYjEAI/s400/DSC05552.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295825986653261362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Architecture Office Christmas party was more like a really bad fashion show with booze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SX6NeU7UI4I/AAAAAAAAASQ/uBCti0DMqgM/s1600-h/DSC05543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SX6NeU7UI4I/AAAAAAAAASQ/uBCti0DMqgM/s400/DSC05543.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295825763987366786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SX6NRhfGtGI/AAAAAAAAASI/EMqZZPc6uL0/s1600-h/DSC05539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SX6NRhfGtGI/AAAAAAAAASI/EMqZZPc6uL0/s400/DSC05539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295825544020407394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SX6NIf1x-6I/AAAAAAAAASA/RRADBi5CD2I/s1600-h/DSC05531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SX6NIf1x-6I/AAAAAAAAASA/RRADBi5CD2I/s400/DSC05531.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295825388959824802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SX6M7pKGgJI/AAAAAAAAAR4/_h-MvbOtVnQ/s1600-h/DSC05497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SX6M7pKGgJI/AAAAAAAAAR4/_h-MvbOtVnQ/s400/DSC05497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295825168122675346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SX6Mz8DoOyI/AAAAAAAAARw/X44ALHNWCNk/s1600-h/DSC05520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SX6Mz8DoOyI/AAAAAAAAARw/X44ALHNWCNk/s400/DSC05520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295825035756845858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This party was slightly different from the TMP gift exchange, slightly wouldn't you say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-2547551493202109273?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/2547551493202109273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=2547551493202109273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/2547551493202109273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/2547551493202109273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2009/01/architects-giving-bad-gifts-and-good.html' title='Architects giving bad gifts and good liquor'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SX6N3FujBrI/AAAAAAAAASg/dKnZXbxiKuE/s72-c/DSC05528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-4688604631850986619</id><published>2009-01-18T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T11:46:14.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SXOG7hBpeGI/AAAAAAAAARE/tQ8DfR9aYOg/s1600-h/IMG_0493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SXOG7hBpeGI/AAAAAAAAARE/tQ8DfR9aYOg/s400/IMG_0493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292722344126150754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SXOGzkdTV7I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/kXXzX9ZmYQs/s1600-h/IMG_0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SXOGzkdTV7I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/kXXzX9ZmYQs/s400/IMG_0475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292722207608494002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SXOGqRs9WjI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/RBKDdb8AHCw/s1600-h/IMG_0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SXOGqRs9WjI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/RBKDdb8AHCw/s400/IMG_0472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292722047955065394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So today and yesterday I was all bummed up with a catch in my back.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know what triggered it but I know I will be visiting a chiropractor in the near future. I have been so busy at work only using 0-5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; minutes per day and I usually use them to read others blogs so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have time for mine. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past week I went to a meeting in Arlington, VA which is near D.C. to present our work in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Revit&lt;/span&gt; to our client.  It was fun and I got overtime for the long trip so cash in my pocket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been a little lazy and bummed since Matt has been gone. I eat cereal for dinner or have a milkshake or a beer.  I know it is not healthy but I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; feel like eating anything and so if I crave something I eat it because anything is better than nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I made the dreadful trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart even though last time I was in there I swore that I would never be back in that store.  I went to get Matt's oil changed in his truck since I have been driving it because my tags are expired on mine and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want a ticket.  So I dropped off his truck and hobbled around for 2 hours buying groceries with my kinked up back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came home and fixed something Matt would be proud of for dinner.  He gave me the idea last week and so I decided to make it.  I thawed out a chicken breast and stuffed it with pesto and used toothpicks to hold it together.  Then I put it in a baking dish and put artichoke hearts, and  fresh grated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Parmesan&lt;/span&gt; cheese on it.  I baked it for 15 min or so and then put it on a bed of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt; with some feta cheese sprinkled on top.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mmmm&lt;/span&gt; good.  I had it with some Carolina Red Dublin wine made out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;muskedines&lt;/span&gt;.  It had a weird unique flavor and I know it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; a white wine and I had chicken but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have any white so I drank what I had and it was delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am tired of the winter, I am tired of the LEED study material haunting me, I am tired of Matt being gone and us having to communicate via emails, I am tired of a messy house with dog hair on every surface, I am tired of not feeling like or having the time to exercise, and most of all I am tired of dreading the 6 months he is going to be gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok I tried to load pics but no matter how many times I clicked the add image button nothing happened....oh well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-4688604631850986619?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/4688604631850986619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=4688604631850986619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/4688604631850986619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/4688604631850986619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-has-been-while.html' title='It has been a while'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SXOG7hBpeGI/AAAAAAAAARE/tQ8DfR9aYOg/s72-c/IMG_0493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-8443257945748936359</id><published>2008-12-02T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T11:43:44.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whispering Thief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SXOGXOGpdNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/PzBu59w34us/s1600-h/DSC05406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SXOGXOGpdNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/PzBu59w34us/s400/DSC05406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292721720571557074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend SoCal and I decided to treat ourselves to an early Christmas gift.  We rationalized that in order to buy for others we are going to need internet access since our family and friends live so far away. We purchased a new IMac desktop computer. I have no idea how to use a Mac but we also rationalized that in our past computer lives SoCal’s laptop has lived and died with more viruses than a streetwalker.&lt;br /&gt;SoCal has been tinkering and fooling with the gadget since we brought it home Sunday night even though we don’t have any internet access as of now.  Today is the day the cable guy comes to bring the magic. As soon as we have the magic we can begin our Christmas buying extravaganza.  I have already planned on getting both our families webcams so on Christmas we can all see each other. I have a lot of other gifts in mind and hope to find some good deals online for my first year of cyber shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so on our first night of computer ownership I was watching tv in bed and about to turn in for the night when I heard a man’s voice whisper something. SoCal was already asleep so I turned off the television and listened thinking my ears were playing tricks on me. I wanted to get up and check out the house to make sure no one was about to make off with our new computer. Sparx got up to get some water and I took this as my opportunity to follow her thinking the crooks would be scarred of a giant black dog waddling through the dark house. So I looked in the office and the computer was still there and everything looked locked up and secure everywhere else. I went back to bed deciding that I had imagined it all.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when I got home I sat down next to SoCal on the sofa and I heard the whisper again. I said did you hear that what is it? Is it your phone? He said oh it is the computer it tells you the time. So evidently every 15 min or so a weird robot like man’s voice whispers the time in our office, and I thought I was going crazy.  I was actually trying to protect our new computer from itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-8443257945748936359?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/8443257945748936359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=8443257945748936359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/8443257945748936359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/8443257945748936359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/12/whispering-thief.html' title='Whispering Thief'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SXOGXOGpdNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/PzBu59w34us/s72-c/DSC05406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-5127933710917428300</id><published>2008-11-24T12:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:09:50.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My color of the day</title><content type='html'>What color is your sky today?&lt;br /&gt;What is your personality color today?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t it be nice if you could see someone’s personality color on the outside like if they could wear a shirt of that color and it would change throughout the day?&lt;br /&gt;This would come in handy at work; you would know that your co-worker is having a great day or a bad day before you talk with them. For instance if they took their LEED exam and failed you could see that they were wearing a sad colored shirt like black and know that they must not have passed so everyone in the world wouldn’t have to ask them.  When you come into work and you really feel like crap and are really down in the dumps everyone would know and they wouldn’t give you suck a hard time about little minute things like the curve of a roof drain and downspout.&lt;br /&gt;This may be a bad thing though, if you tend to be going through a lot of crap in your life would you start to purposely try and change your color so no one knows how sad you are? Would you try and hide it or try and fake happiness with a yellow shirt?  Maybe you could just have a mood ring and you could reveal it to whomever you chose and they would know exactly how you were and what mood you were in that day.&lt;br /&gt;When my sky is black and there is no sun in sight sometimes I just need a hug and if someone knew that maybe I wouldn’t have to ask for one. If you don’t have close enough friends and you are forced to ask for a hug your sky gets even blacker. Day by day my sky gets blended with more white and it goes from black to gray to dull blue slowly and gradually until one day the sun will show its face for a second and then it is gone again.  I want to wear a bright yellow shirt and play in the sun under a brilliant blue sky but it will take time. It will take time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-5127933710917428300?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/5127933710917428300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=5127933710917428300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/5127933710917428300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/5127933710917428300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-color-of-day.html' title='My color of the day'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-6020430999929383432</id><published>2008-10-21T06:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T06:53:41.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Change</title><content type='html'>So I was never one of those employees that brought in treats on Tuesday for everyone to enjoy.  I was always busy working in the yard or on the house or just too lazy for all that baking.  Well things change.  SoCal is out to sea and I am at home procrastinating on studying for LEED or my licensing exams by baking treats for our Canstruction bake sales every Monday morning or by making a crock pot full of chili for our chili cook-off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a terrific batch of white chicken chili in my crock pot….Cathryn you can do it too.  I have made poppy seed muffins, SoCal and I made carrot cake cupcakes from scratch, and this week I made these delicious German Chocolate Cupcakes with a cream cheese and coconut filling.  You make the cupcakes as the box says, yes when SoCal is out to sea you wont see me making things from scratch, then you mix mini chocolate chips, cream cheese, sugar, an egg, and coconut together.  You put the batter in the cups and then drop a spoonful of the cream cheese mix on top and magically in the oven the cream cheese drops to the middle of the cupcake leaving a creamy surprise inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I had my two plastic containers of cupcakes and a big brown bag of pigs in a blanket in tow and I was on my way into my office to distribute them to the masses.  Well I was wearing my black Bandolino’s that had the replaced heel tip. The heel tip that needed to be replaced again due to the clickity, clank the metal made on tile when I walked.  Girlfriend is broke and needs new black pumps, don’t judge.  I drooled over Jessica Simpson shoes a few weekends ago but could not part with $60 so I clickity clunked along.  So I guess my broken heel tip got caught in a crack or something because the last thing I remember I was tripping on an imaginary line and landing cupcake first into the damp sidewalk.  I did not drop anything, the cupcakes were tossled about but not too damaged.  I cursed loudly dropping the F bomb, dusted off my knees and then continued inside.  That is when I noticed my ankle bleeding pretty badly and I stopped at my desk to get a tissue.  So I took the bloody canklecakes into the kitchen to be sold for .50 which was a steal compared to the amount of trouble they had caused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch I moseyed over to the addictive TJ Max and found myself a new pair of black pumps with a perfectly good heel and I tossed the black straps of death in the trash.  They had lasted me two years and I had worn down two heel tips wearing them so they were well worth the $50 SoCal paid for them.  Maybe I will go buy those dark purple Jessica Simpson pumps if they will last me 2 years that is longer than a pair of running shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-6020430999929383432?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/6020430999929383432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=6020430999929383432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/6020430999929383432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/6020430999929383432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-change.html' title='Things Change'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-6573072787987729639</id><published>2008-09-10T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T15:05:11.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again addictive habit….</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SMhDXC9I_6I/AAAAAAAAALk/rgUOPtG_u5o/s1600-h/beach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244515829282308002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SMhDXC9I_6I/AAAAAAAAALk/rgUOPtG_u5o/s400/beach.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it has been a very long time since I have blogged. One reason was because I was in the process of moving and had no computer and the second reason is my new job takes up all my time and I only get on the internet about 5 min. a day on average. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244516093394412210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SMhDma2X4rI/AAAAAAAAALs/hzX_vgJWDY4/s400/DSC05341.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here’s the scoop.&lt;br /&gt;SoCal got transferred to Norfolk, VA by the Navy. He is stationed on the USS Dwight D. Eisenhower which is an air craft carrier. He is still waiting on his radiation detector before he can go into the reactor so he has been toughing it out doing minimal tasks appointed to him, studying for his qualifying exams, doing random things and basically who knows what he really does anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever he is doing it is a whole hell of a lot better than recruiting and I have only wined one time so far. I wined because he has to do 24 hours shifts sometimes and he was going to miss my softball tournament, but the tournament was cancel because of the pseudo hurricane turned tropical storm Hanna, of which I called Hanna Montana because looks can be deceiving and I have seen worse weather conditions on a sunny day in the south. (Wow that was a really long sentence that should probably be multiple sentences but anyone who reads this will know in advance that I don’t really strive for excellent punctuation and grammar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my job I am doing basically what I did at TMP which is a CADD monkey except here I have caught a lot of things on my own. Well at TMP someone (DC) would get out their red pen and redline everything so that someone in high school home economics class could fix it. Here I have to redline my own things and they just tell me to go do the plan details and I do. My project architect will redline them but I have brought up new details that we need and new issues that have not been found. Basically the things I learned at TMP come in handy here since the project that I am working on needs a little help. I also got taught how to do a spec section last week which is a new one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My office is a lot of fun as well and like TMP it is the people that make it that way. Most of the people that sit in my area are a lot of fun to work with. We have our occasional few that are not favorites as does TMP. I have not encountered so much brown nosing political friendships here as at TMP but I have not met the high-uppity people yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house is still for sale and empty so if you know anyone looking to buy send them our way. We are paying rent on a small 3 bedroom house in a neighborhood for retirees in Norfolk as well as mortgage. For this reason I am thankful that both of our new jobs pay more and we are also trying to cut back on things like cable, internet, and going to the movies to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244516381806040642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SMhD3NREFkI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YPC2sM_triQ/s400/DSC05193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weekends ago SoCal invited me on his ship for family fun day. It was a day where the sailors could invite their entire family on the ship and see what it is like. We had to be on the ship at 4am where we had breakfast and then watched as Norfolk and Virginia Beach passed by. After that we hung out in the lounge area with SoCal’s nuke friends and yes they are a nerdy bunch. Then we took a nap in SoCal’s tiny bunk, and yes we both fit if we spooned really tight. Then we ate lunch and SoCal gave me a tour of the ship and the only area I could not tour was the area that SoCal works in. We all went out onto the flight deck middle of the Atlantic Ocean and launched and landed a few planes and of course a few maneuvers with fake bombs and such. Last we just hung out in SoCal’s berthing and watched as the guys got bored and started lighting things on fire and taping each other to chairs. So all in all I had a great time meeting SoCal’s friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244516663187598338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SMhEHlfp7AI/AAAAAAAAAL8/H7AyKfdx2ls/s400/DSC05338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been out to eat a few times with a couple of the guys that SoCal hangs out with most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a few friends at work as well. Sara, Emilee and I have been to the beach together and out to dinner followed by dessert at The Boot which is an Italian restaurant hence the name. We ate at this restaurant called Ibeza which is a Spanish inspired restaurant that serves tapas. I had no idea what tapas were but apparently they are way over priced small portions of food that you are supposed to share around the table like an appetizer except there is barely enough to share. The two highlights of the night out with the girls was the Date pudding dessert at The Boot and Emilee getting toasted and almost getting in a fight with this girl at The Boot over a sip of wine. Long story…. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244516852103399970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SMhESlQsSiI/AAAAAAAAAME/AnNdr1SxRaU/s400/PIC-0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we are doing a practice run at the beach for our sandcastle competition idea. I am helping out with my first sandcastle competition and it is Sept. 28th. I am so excited but also nervous because it seems like it would be very hard. Our theme is Neptune’s Olympics and we were initially going to do King Neptune with sea creatures but then we simplified our idea and are going to do the creatures racing after a wreath or a metal of some kind. Anyways….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that is all I can remember right now to catch up on but I will try and keep up with my blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-6573072787987729639?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/6573072787987729639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=6573072787987729639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/6573072787987729639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/6573072787987729639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-again-addictive-habit.html' title='Hello again addictive habit….'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SMhDXC9I_6I/AAAAAAAAALk/rgUOPtG_u5o/s72-c/beach.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-1019615417985900854</id><published>2008-07-10T12:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T12:24:44.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever bruised someone's ear lobe?</title><content type='html'>Some of my co-workers and I were having a conversation about… well I started a conversation about Matt and I wrestling yesterday.  We were just goofing off and freshening up my yellow belt when he had me down and I was trying to retaliate.  I know he hates when I grab is ear lobe because he is always afraid that his ear skin will rip.  So I grabbed both of them and he grabbed under my arms and we were both applying pressure until one of us give in.  Well I don’t remember who finally give up but later in the evening we sat down to eat dinner and I looked at Matt’s ear lobes and noticed something on the bottom.  I thought it was stain from the deck but no, no it was bruises on each ear lobe.  I felt so bad; I apologized, since we usually don’t end up with evidence of wrestle mania.  Well my co-workers laughed at this story and swore that normal people do not wrestle with their spouses.  I guess it is just a Mississippi girl thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-1019615417985900854?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/1019615417985900854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=1019615417985900854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/1019615417985900854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/1019615417985900854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/07/have-you-ever-bruised-someones-ear-lobe.html' title='Have you ever bruised someone&apos;s ear lobe?'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-2859220796023240437</id><published>2008-07-08T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T09:52:22.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Fun from Cathryn</title><content type='html'>Post your particularly amusing names in the comments. C'mon! Fun for all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.YOUR ROCK STAR NAME (first pet, current car):&lt;br /&gt;Sky 4-Runner (&lt;em&gt;not feeling I will sell many records with that name)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME (fave ice cream flavor, favorite type of shoe):&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Flip-Flop (&lt;em&gt;Ohhh girl dont get me to snappin my fingers and shakin my head at you)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. YOUR NATIVE AMERICAN NAME (favorite color, favorite animal):&lt;br /&gt;Pink Meercat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME (middle name, city where you were born):&lt;br /&gt;Rose New Albany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME (the first three letters of your last name, first two of your first name):Roe Ke or Gib Ke (&lt;em&gt;I'm both right now until the parperwork is done.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. SUPERHERO NAME (2nd favorite color, favorite drink):&lt;br /&gt;Teal Sweet Tea&lt;em&gt; (and yes she will kick some ass.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. NASCAR NAME (the first names of your grandfathers):&lt;br /&gt;James Hubert or Hubert James?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. STRIPPER NAME (the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy):&lt;br /&gt;Divine Sweet Tart (&lt;em&gt;Yes I am well known in these parts)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME (your fifth grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter):&lt;br /&gt;Cooper Charleston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. SPY NAME (your favorite season/holiday, flower):&lt;br /&gt;Summer Orchid (&lt;em&gt;Yes that is sooo pretty)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. CARTOON NAME (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now):&lt;br /&gt;Mango Sweater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. HIPPIE NAME (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree):&lt;br /&gt;Teddy Graham Spruce (&lt;em&gt;Dont judge my breakfast choice)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-2859220796023240437?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/2859220796023240437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=2859220796023240437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/2859220796023240437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/2859220796023240437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-from-cathryn.html' title='Fun from Cathryn'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-5641203227096865787</id><published>2008-07-07T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T13:47:11.493-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house for sale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house for rent'/><title type='text'>HOUSE FOR SALE OR RENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SHJ-3aJSLLI/AAAAAAAAALc/yQc7v8gtXcE/s1600-h/FLIER+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220374408451992754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SHJ-3aJSLLI/AAAAAAAAALc/yQc7v8gtXcE/s400/FLIER+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-5641203227096865787?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/5641203227096865787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=5641203227096865787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/5641203227096865787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/5641203227096865787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/07/house-for-sale-or-rent.html' title='HOUSE FOR SALE OR RENT'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SHJ-3aJSLLI/AAAAAAAAALc/yQc7v8gtXcE/s72-c/FLIER+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-1417633491591074611</id><published>2008-06-30T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T09:20:12.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>Calling in a miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have been so scared for the last few weeks since Matt got orders to move to Norfolk, VA in August. I go from excited, to frightened, to mad, to numb. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I told my partners at work last Wednesday that my last day would be July 24th which was a months notice. Two of them have talked to me about it and three of them have said  nothing.  They are so weird when it comes to people leaving even if they cannot control why they are leaving.  No wonder they have trouble with people leaving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My moms are both trying to talk me into staying in Nashville until the house sells and Matt to stay on the ship. Fear is telling me to consider this but my heart is telling me that I should trust my husband. I always listen to my heart no matter how scared I may be my heart always wins and has never wronged me. The only thing is my mom is typically right too.&lt;br /&gt;So I have been running around like a chicken with its head cut off trying to get everything ready for the move. Matt and I have an extensive list and no matter how much I work on it the damn thing keeps getting longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finish sanding and staining the deck along with building the steps.&lt;br /&gt;2. Finish painting the basement along with spackling, sanding, and painting the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy and put up trim with money we don’t have for the basement since previous owners used Styrofoam trim and yes that product actually exists.&lt;br /&gt;4. Finish painting half bath and touching up bedroom and bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;5. Trimming out hallway paint.&lt;br /&gt;6. Just one more coat of white on all doors.&lt;br /&gt;7. Just one more coat of white on all ceilings.&lt;br /&gt;8. Hang new curtain rods in bedroom and dressing room.&lt;br /&gt;9. Clean up garage so someone can walk in it.&lt;br /&gt;10. Put alternator in Matt’s car or sell it like it is which requires Craigslist which requires the internet which we don’t have and I have tried on my phone and no it wont work.&lt;br /&gt;11. When parents come we must cut up tree that fell and get them to take tree and trailer with them.&lt;br /&gt;12. Get parents to help move old fridge down to the basement or sell it on Craigslist (see comment above)&lt;br /&gt;13. Paint exterior CMU wall to match house.&lt;br /&gt;14. Weed front flower bed and plant flowers we cannot afford.&lt;br /&gt;15. Call pest control to come kill all our moths, spiders, ants, earwigs, etc so the movers will pack our stuff.&lt;br /&gt;16. Orchestrate movers for 2 days while they mark and pack all of our stuff.&lt;br /&gt;17. Pack clothes and supplies enough to survive on for 6 months while our things are in storage. Things live interview outfits, winter clothes, air mattress, etc.&lt;br /&gt;18. Take Sparx to vet for rabies shot.&lt;br /&gt;19. Go to dentist before I leave so I am good for 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;20. Take wedding rings to jeweler for repairs before we leave.&lt;br /&gt;21. Find a job which requires I create a portfolio of my work at TMP.&lt;br /&gt;22. Sell our house which requires we finish it so we can show it and have an open house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list is just the things I can remember off the top of my head that wont stay off my mind long enough for me to do my job and all this must be done by July 24th since we are driving to Virginia July 25th. After July 25th a whole new list will develop with things such as find an apartment and start my new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We basically need a miracle….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-1417633491591074611?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/1417633491591074611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=1417633491591074611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/1417633491591074611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/1417633491591074611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/06/calling-in-miracle.html' title='Calling in a miracle'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-6788040036418681121</id><published>2008-06-19T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T07:19:35.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Housework</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well Matt and I have been working really hard trying to finish up current projects.&lt;br /&gt;We worked on the deck all day Saturday and then again on Tuesday night when we put the last board on. Yes we still have work to do on the deck such at buying the toppers for the posts and put them on, building some sort of stair, sanding and staining so that all the wood matches but in general it is done and we can store things in the benches and actually sit on them if we want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213597028865840210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SFpq3_uUlFI/AAAAAAAAALU/-i0RNF6jiOc/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we are going to get some help from a guy that works with Matt and we are going to try and finish the basement. We have to finish scrapping the popcorn off the ceiling and patching the ceiling then we will have to sand the ceiling. Next we will paint all the walls a light ice blue and paint one wall with chalkboard paint. Last we will paint the ceiling a dark gray. So basically I will be covered in paint all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first tennis match in the summer league last Wednesday night. I was sort of nervous since it was my first match in the 3.5 league. One of my friends talked me into moving up with her and I don’t know why I listened to her. I anticipated I would loose every match by a lot and then move back down to the safe 3.0 league. Well I did loose my first match but not by much 4-6, 4-6 so it was very close the whole time. Last night I had my second match and guess what? I won 6-4, 6-4, so I guess I play better when I am playing a better opponent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-6788040036418681121?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/6788040036418681121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=6788040036418681121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/6788040036418681121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/6788040036418681121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/06/housework.html' title='Housework'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SFpq3_uUlFI/AAAAAAAAALU/-i0RNF6jiOc/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-2558542138578498200</id><published>2008-06-11T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T08:12:14.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SE_pr-mFo_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/TiC_eT9ryDA/s1600-h/DSC04597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210640235637351410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SE_pr-mFo_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/TiC_eT9ryDA/s320/DSC04597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt and I took yet another trip this past weekend back home to Mississippi to go to the wedding of one of my high school friends. We were friends in high school and college. This weekend made me thankful that I am not in high school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our other classmates were there in support of the bride and some in support of the groom whom graduated two years ahead of the bride and me. Some of these people didn’t recognize me and some of them still have not grown up. I always have to try really hard at keeping the conversation going with some of these people. Matt said they were not so bad but seeing how they talk about people and how rude they are reminds me why I was not in that particular click growing up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210640510814775890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SE_p7_tf6lI/AAAAAAAAALE/rDv67sew_cM/s320/DSC04638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like real people who like to laugh, see the good in every situation and who enjoy seeing and getting together with people they have not seen in a while. The bride and I are a lot alike but some of the friends that she has kept after high school are totally different. Thankfully the bride had her “new” friends at the wedding as well and they were good people like us, people who stay and chat with family after the wedding to just catch up and laugh about the good old times. Times when we were young and doing stupid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember high school being a popularity contest and me not wanting to join in at all. I hated all of the who’s better than who and who has what car and all that hoopla. I was friends with everyone; yes I had my closest friends and I mostly hung out with them but never do I think I made someone feel less than me. I had hoped all of us would grow up but I guess some are still playing the expensive car better than you game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be used to it because now I have to watch as my co-workers play the same game but with bonuses and kiss-assing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210640892101538418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SE_qSMHWMnI/AAAAAAAAALM/NPGCQqu9N5M/s320/DSC04646.JPG" border="0" /&gt; It really wasn’t so bad I am just recalling the parts that annoyed me. It was nice to see all those people again even though some of them haven’t changed. The wedding and reception were beautiful but hot. We had a really good time and an especially great time after everyone left. Some of her close family and friends hung around to clean up and we ended up breaking out some wine and just reminiscing about the bride. The reminiscing was more or less behind her back since she and the groom had already left for the night but I don’t think she would mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-2558542138578498200?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/2558542138578498200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=2558542138578498200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/2558542138578498200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/2558542138578498200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/06/high-school-friends.html' title='High School friends'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SE_pr-mFo_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/TiC_eT9ryDA/s72-c/DSC04597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-6466368186339363060</id><published>2008-06-09T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T15:36:20.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Vay-Kay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SE2pGcHEVQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Rg934t6PIGM/s1600-h/DSC04152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210006272027677954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SE2pGcHEVQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Rg934t6PIGM/s400/DSC04152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well let’s see, I have been pretty busy at work and trying to keep busy so I don’t get in trouble since my review is coming up and I am hoping to not get fired. We will see tomorrow if I still have a job or if I should put my resume in at Lowes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend Matt, the dogs and I drove down to Mobile to see his family and to meet my family at Gulf Shores. So we plan on leaving Thursday night after work but Matt says that his boss wants him to check in Friday morning at 6:30 to just take roll and leave. So Thursday afternoon we are getting the lawn mowed and packing clothes for the trip. Matt decides to rotate his tires since we are taking his truck. He takes off the back tire and it looked like one of those racing tires that are smooth with no tread. I said, I am not riding to mobile on those tires. So Friday morning Matt got up to go to work and I got up to go get him new tires. After the tires we packed up all the x-wife’s stuff and all of our stuff in the truck and we were off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to Mobile around dinner time and we had hamburgers on the grill and just relaxed that night. We got up Saturday morning to go to the Monastery to get my grandmother a St. Petagrine necklace. Matt’s mom had bought his dad one when he had cancer and she suggested I get one for my grandma so I did. I also got some fudge called heavenly hash that was made by the nuns. Anytime you mix pecans, chocolate and marshmallows you will have a hit with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got done just in time to have lunch at our favorite shopping mall Mexican restaurant in Mobile. My mom, dad, sis, brother-in-law, and nephew had just got in town from Mississippi and they met us there. My brother-in-law ordered Chili Relleno without the red sauce because he doesn’t like tomatoes or tomato sauce. Julie had something and I think she was going to complain about it but my mom was sitting next to her so she did ok at this particular meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we filled our stomach’s full of delicious Chili’s stuffed with Mexican cheese we all met at Matt’s parent’s house. Matt’s mom and dad give them a tour of the house explaining past additions, current projects, and antique hand-me-downs. Then we all went outside for an afternoon siesta in the swing. Dorie and Prancer (Liz’s dog) entertained themselves with a plastic water bottle eventually to the point where we thought they would pass out from heat stroke and the bottle had to be taken away for a water break. We talked until Julie was ready to go either because of Matt’s pipe smoke, mosquitoes, or the spider web that was in the chain of the swing or all of the above. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210009355149776546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SE2r55oqFqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/nXj2CDOLKuI/s400/DSC04199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we were to all meet at Gulf Shoes beach for fun in the sun. So we got up to begin coating ourselves down with sunscreen and hunting beach umbrellas, coolers, chairs, snacks, sunglasses, chap stick, towels, etc. After a few stops on the way we arrive around noon when my family had been there about 2 hours already. So we set up and take pictures, play in the waves, attempt to fly kites, hear complaints about jellies. Around 2:30 we are all hungry so we decide to walk to the nearby Pink Pony club and get some food. My mom and Julie are to stop by and wash their feet at the outdoor showers and then meet us there. Some of the men and Easton are to stay behind and hold down the fort and we are to bring them food back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210010288621821442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SE2swPFvHgI/AAAAAAAAAKc/889xxKPIjpI/s400/DSC04253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk over, order drinks, order food and wait for food and still no mom or Julie. We are worried and make phone calls and still no mom or Julie. We meaning I am about to walk up the beach to check on mom and Julie when they all walk into the club. Mom, Julie, dad, Brad, and Easton come in and get a table. They meaning Julie had had enough of the beach for the day and packed up all their shit and then came to get something to eat. We finish our food with them and then take back food for Matt’s parents who are holding down the fort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family goes back to their hotel to try and wash off the sunburn that they all got at the beach. We stay a little longer at the beach relaxing and sunning. Marty decides early on this day that she was going to put on accelerator before she came to the beach and put on afro sheen at the beach to get burnt to a crisp and guess what her planned worked. I wanted to spend some time with my family so we met them at the hotel to decide what to do next. Matt and I tried to get Liz to take them back home so we could go do something with my family but I guess they were not quite ready to leave the beach. We went to this family fun place that had bumper boats, putt-putt, and race cars. Matt’s parents are not really the type to do this sort of thing despite the sunburn and sandy pants so Marty went to the truck and slept while Randy watched us ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode this two story wood race track called “Wild Wood” first and yes we all had fun joking about the name of the track. At the very end of the race I was making a move on my sister and Easton when we all went around a curve and I had Matt on one side and Brad on the other, the next thing I knew I was facing the wrong direction and stuck on the track. Knowing me I read all the disclaimers, no bumping, keep all hands and feet inside the vehicle, if you do get stuck on the track stay in your car. So I did. I would press the gas and go about 2 inches and hit the side then roll back 2 inches and of course they did not put a reverse in the cars which would have solved my problem. No, no I had to wait and watch everyone get off and finally one of the workers came to get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had a good time watching people ride the “Sky Coaster”. It is a thrill ride where you and up to two friends are harnessed together, lifted 100 feet in the air and let go to coast over the fun park. Matt and I did this at Six Flags when we first me and loved it but no one in our family was up to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time for us to go since Easton was cranky, Marty was asleep in the car, and we were out of tickets. We drove the hour back to Mobile while my family went out to dinner. When we got home we watched Juno with Liz and Marty got her a shower, a benedryl and she was out for the count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of our “vacation” we had to drive the hour back south to Gulf Shores to meet with my family and get our pictures taken on the beach. My mom had told me she wanted a picture of us all wearing white button down shirts and “jorts”. Well Matt doesn’t have any “jorts” and they don’t make white button up shirts big enough for Brad so she had to settle for Matt wearing blue jeans on the beach in 100 degree weather and Brad, Julie, and Easton in white t-shirts. Despite this I think the pictures turned out well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210011706818907634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SE2uCySRTfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6dwZQkrTHhU/s400/DSC04323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went to the beach we at lunch of course. Earlier that morning we were told that they wanted to do breakfast at Cracker Barrel upon which Matt says, “well we just won’t eat and we will leave early and go to Lambert’s on our way back”. Another phone call tells us just what Matt wanted to hear, “we are going to Lambert’s, the place where they throw the rolls. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt talked me into getting frog legs so he could try them. He got a whole skillet of ham. Julie got mashed potatoes and gravy which she sent back to get without gravy because the gravy had onions. Mom and dad split beef liver and onions. Brad got meatloaf and Easton ate a roll and got a green and it had to be green balloon. We all had a good time and got some tricks played on us. The waitress brought a gag pitcher of sweet tea and pretended to spill it on my dad’s white button up shirt and he almost jumped on top of me to try and get out of the way. My mom got offered a pot of stuffed road kill and Easton opened a candy box with a mouse in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210011159865503714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SE2ti8uar-I/AAAAAAAAAKk/WWsQlAqInB0/s400/DSC04286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said our goodbyes and drove the hour back to Mobile to pack our things and drive 6.5 more hours home. We were tired, not sunburned thankfully, but tired of being torn by two families and annoyed by their particularities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home Monday night to go to work Tuesday morning and to go out of town again the following weekend. What a vacation we had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210012270385299250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SE2ujlu9_zI/AAAAAAAAAK0/FcnIzxeAlVQ/s400/DSC04501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-6466368186339363060?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/6466368186339363060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=6466368186339363060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/6466368186339363060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/6466368186339363060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/06/family-vay-kay.html' title='Family Vay-Kay'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SE2pGcHEVQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Rg934t6PIGM/s72-c/DSC04152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-1972433736038990808</id><published>2008-05-02T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T12:59:57.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The not so new News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have not blogged in a long time because I have been busy at work and not able to get on the internet. When I was blogging more often it was because I was doing casework for 4 weeks straight and I got bored. This gave me more time to blog but got me in big trouble. Now I am busy and not complaining even though I don’t get to blog as much. I would blog from home but our internet hasn’t worked in a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195867574422834834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SBtuB7FxjpI/AAAAAAAAAI8/YRQq_DlOUac/s400/DSC02964.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Matt's Strawberry Pott&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Socal and I are very busy in the yard with multiple projects going on right now. We are trying to finish up the deck benches, planting tons of trees that Socal got off the Arbor Day foundation website, mowing grass a constant chore, tilling up the front flower beds, mulching the front beds, and putting down border around the front beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195871920929738434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SBtx-7FxjsI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Bqzl0N7I22o/s400/DSC03579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;ACE presentation table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195870722633862818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SBtw5LFxjqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1b0i__hwJjI/s400/DSC03629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Members of our ACE team this year&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195871542972616370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SBtxo7FxjrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BHsiurW5P-g/s400/DSC03635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ACE scholarship winners from our team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday of this week Cafra, another ACE mentor, and myself drove to one of our High Schools because they were being featured on Channel 4’s Cool School segment this week. They ask us all a question and we wasted 2 hours waiting on the reporter and driving to and fro to find out that they cut us out of the segment. How could they? Where do they get the nerve to cut me out of their news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday everyone in my office packed up and drove downtown to one of our projects. It is a small renovation at Baptist hospital for the NICU. The project manager and interior designer from our firm did a great job on the design but it is giving the contractor fits. The hospital is huge and has a goal of 8,000 births for 2008 which sounds like a baby factory to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that a few of us toured a site in East Nashville called 5th and Main. It is a housing development with underground parking, retail, town homes, condos, and a pretty price tag. They are selling for $250 a square foot… WOW…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we all were drooling over the spacious condo’s the Young Architects Forum members that toured the residential site went to Three Crow Bar and had our first drink on a rep. that works for Ally-Cassidy Brick and Block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socal and I are planning a trip with my mom, dad, sister, brother-in-law, and nephew to Gulf Shores in May. Socal and I are going to stay with his family in Mobile to save money and drive to Gulf Shores to have fun on the beach with both families since it is only about 30 minutes drive I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we are going to go to this Tequila bar called Agave to celebrate Cinco de Mayo. They are having live Luca Libre Wrestling with Midgets and Mini Wrestlers.&lt;br /&gt;For the next 2 weeks I will be attending Structures classes on Tuesday and Thursday nights to help me pass my exams. I have been going over the program that I will be using to take the Site Planning test just to get used to all the buttons and commands. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-1972433736038990808?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/1972433736038990808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=1972433736038990808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/1972433736038990808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/1972433736038990808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-so-new-news.html' title='The not so new News'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/SBtuB7FxjpI/AAAAAAAAAI8/YRQq_DlOUac/s72-c/DSC02964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-7205601285225649251</id><published>2008-03-27T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T14:11:22.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><title type='text'>Spring in TN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R-wMbuMZAHI/AAAAAAAAAI0/MB3tdyM-0ds/s1600-h/DSC02905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182530941592600690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R-wMbuMZAHI/AAAAAAAAAI0/MB3tdyM-0ds/s400/DSC02905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R-wKzuMZAGI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MSrIjf2xKaI/s1600-h/DSC02904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182529154886205538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R-wKzuMZAGI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MSrIjf2xKaI/s400/DSC02904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R-wHIOMZAFI/AAAAAAAAAIk/WBs-qapoLEA/s1600-h/DSC02827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182525109027012690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R-wHIOMZAFI/AAAAAAAAAIk/WBs-qapoLEA/s400/DSC02827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R-wD8eMZAEI/AAAAAAAAAIc/k7OriJRnVf0/s1600-h/DSC02825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182521608628666434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R-wD8eMZAEI/AAAAAAAAAIc/k7OriJRnVf0/s400/DSC02825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just some pics of my car ride home.  I tried to capture the tunnel of white blooms that the Bradford Pears create.  The city trims the trees over the road and they begin to form a perfect tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-7205601285225649251?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/7205601285225649251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=7205601285225649251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/7205601285225649251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/7205601285225649251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-in-tn.html' title='Spring in TN'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R-wMbuMZAHI/AAAAAAAAAI0/MB3tdyM-0ds/s72-c/DSC02905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-836486207808992368</id><published>2008-03-26T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T12:55:01.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R-qn3OMY_9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/oby9y02j4dw/s1600-h/DSC02819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182138888387887058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R-qn3OMY_9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/oby9y02j4dw/s400/DSC02819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R-qlFOMY_8I/AAAAAAAAAHc/-6ToVSekr3k/s1600-h/DSC02813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182135830371172290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R-qlFOMY_8I/AAAAAAAAAHc/-6ToVSekr3k/s400/DSC02813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are a few images that I took yesterday while waiting for my $44 in gas to pump into my car. I noticed this sign because the wind was blowing pretty hard and the sign kept rotating so it was fun to try and time it just right to get the word liquor in the picture. It makes me want a drink too. Mmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182139652892065762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R-qojuMY_-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/DuBaHgLPMis/s400/DSC02914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182140683684216818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R-qpfuMY__I/AAAAAAAAAH0/FjIaURsblo4/s400/DSC02917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I took these pictures on my way home.  I saw this little dog in the back of this car and just had to take it's picture.  I just laughed looking at it, it is one of those so ugly it is cute dogs.  This dog made my day in the middle of rush hour traffic I was stopping trying to take it's picture so I could keep that happy feeling it gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-836486207808992368?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/836486207808992368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=836486207808992368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/836486207808992368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/836486207808992368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/03/these-are-few-images-that-i-took.html' title=''/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R-qn3OMY_9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/oby9y02j4dw/s72-c/DSC02819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-6269500002631418658</id><published>2008-03-25T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T12:11:58.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JPhotoshop Cowan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R-lN5-MY_6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Xai-V7DkkUE/s1600-h/streaker_soccer+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181758504609316770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R-lN5-MY_6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Xai-V7DkkUE/s400/streaker_soccer+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a guy at work always gets his head photoshopped on some funny picture or body and a few times by me. This past week he was bragging about how he saw himself on tv at the soccer championship game. He sent around a youtube video of his 2 seconds of fame and well I posted a pic of him up in the office of him at the soccer game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I added the socks because no one would know it was J.P. without his argile socks; they were Cafra's idea. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know this is office related but I chose to post it here because I am trying to keep the other site clean and strickly professional.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-6269500002631418658?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/6269500002631418658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=6269500002631418658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/6269500002631418658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/6269500002631418658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/03/jphotoshop-cowan.html' title='JPhotoshop Cowan'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R-lN5-MY_6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Xai-V7DkkUE/s72-c/streaker_soccer+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-7246659810888384413</id><published>2008-03-17T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T14:23:59.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My husband is making me fat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R97gougFUcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/cJSPVjrTupg/s1600-h/DSC02761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178823611804635586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R97gougFUcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/cJSPVjrTupg/s320/DSC02761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my husband loves to cook. I know all you wives and girlfriends are jealous of my man who likes to cook. I didnt say he liked to clean up after himself though so dont get too excited. Lets see what did we cook this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I stopped by the grocery store for 2 green bell peppers and for dinner Socal turned them into warm and gooey stuffed bell peppers. I had never had these so i took a picture of our kill (&lt;em&gt;as you would say in Mississippi).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we slept in and woke up having sliced chicken on everything bagel's. We put a little sliced tomato and some baby spinich and topped it off with some french onion cheese spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I requested we have Corned Beef and Cabbage because of the St. Patty's day weekend. So we did and I had never had it until I met SoCal but I love it. I even had the leftovers for lunch today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning we woke up and had brunch. We fried an egg and put in on an everything bagle with shreaded cheddar cheese. Mmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night I was starving becase we had been working on the deck all day and didnt finish until around 8:30. So SoCal whipped up some cheese tortilini and shrimp pasta. He made a delicous salad and then ice cream for dessart. Oh and I have a new favorite drink too; Peach Snapps and Ginger Ale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FATTY WIFE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-7246659810888384413?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/7246659810888384413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=7246659810888384413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/7246659810888384413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/7246659810888384413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-husband-is-making-me-fat.html' title='My husband is making me fat'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R97gougFUcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/cJSPVjrTupg/s72-c/DSC02761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-2661937109045280632</id><published>2008-03-13T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T11:07:33.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blinging Rims</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well a few weeks ago I was having headaches everyday. My eyes would twitch and burn and I would feel myself squinting at my computer and even leaning over to get my face as close as I could to the screen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally made an appointment at an eye doctor which just so happened to be the first time in my life that I had seen an eye doctor. The doc. does the puff of air test on my right eye and I am anticipating the left eye puff so I keep blinking but I guess it doesnt matter. Then the doc. checks my vision and says that I have astigmatism in my right eye and I am far sighted and I have allergies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She gives me my prescription for my lenses, samples for dry tired eyes and tells me to buy this tiny bottle of $12 eye drops for my allergies. Then I got to go pick out my very expensive frames. For those who know me I only buy sunglasses at Target and Wal-Mart, if they cost more than $15 I dont get them. Well the cheepest pair they had were $50 so I thought I will be wearing these things 8 hours a day so I better get some that are confortable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I immediately picked up a pair of really cool black frames that I have always wanted to wear. They looked very cool but I could tell they would get annoying always having to look at the black frame around everything and they felt heavy and tight behind my ears. So I tried on the rimless, the trendy, the name brand and finally picked up a pair of titanium lightweight bendy ones. They were of course more expensive than the really cool black ones but I could hardly tell they were on my face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I ordered them and one week later you are looking at the newest nerd at TMP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R9lqAegFUSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/O1Du09ScBII/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R9ltMOgFUTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/abSA7eiPVQ4/s1600-h/glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177289303457616178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R9ltMOgFUTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/abSA7eiPVQ4/s320/glasses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-2661937109045280632?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/2661937109045280632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=2661937109045280632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/2661937109045280632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/2661937109045280632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-blinging-rims.html' title='New Blinging Rims'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R9ltMOgFUTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/abSA7eiPVQ4/s72-c/glasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-5765979972228397647</id><published>2008-03-12T12:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T12:10:20.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross stiching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crochet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>Time on her hands</title><content type='html'>I want to have time to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://celticstitcher.blogspot.com/2008/02/work-sleep-knit-repeat.html"&gt;http://celticstitcher.blogspot.com/2008/02/work-sleep-knit-repeat.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the white baby bunny hat it is too cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-5765979972228397647?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/5765979972228397647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=5765979972228397647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/5765979972228397647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/5765979972228397647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-on-her-hands.html' title='Time on her hands'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-4189058637287404418</id><published>2008-03-10T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T13:28:25.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday I got my test results back they said PASS in big black letters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My parents came up Friday and we went out to Pie in the Sky Pizza to celebrate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We watched the snow fall and the population multiply.  Every table there had a baby I swear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We tried to watch Michael Crayton the movie but it was so boring for the first 45 minutes that we all fell asleep but Socal and he didnt make it through the whole movie.  That was a waste of $4.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Socal ran outside and tried to sled down the front yard but his make shift sled didnt work too well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Socal threw snowball at me in the living room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Socal had to clean up snowball.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday I signed up for tennis while Socal and my dad scraped the texture off our basement ceiling.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dust everywhere.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dorie got a spanking for getting on our bed with really muddy paws and face.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom and I called my grandma and got names of family members to put on our Family Tree website that I have been working on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a Great, Great, Great grandpa named Cancel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Socal made leg of lamb for my parents for dinner and it was their first time eating lamb they are more acoutomed to wild game.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday Socal and I made white chocolate chip pancakes with white chocolate and fruit topping for breakfast for my parents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday afternoon we stopped at Cozymel's Mexican Cantina in Coool Springs for lunch.  We had been reluctant to eat there because we are Mexican food snobs from Nolensville Road and didnt want to be seen in a Mexican place named Cozymel's but it was suprisingly good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next we took my parents to Achedemy Sports where I purchased myself a new tennis raquet and Socal some weight lifting gloves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then we were on to Cosco, another first time for my parents.  Socal and I cannot go in this place without spending $100.00 but my parents some how restrained themselves to only a few items.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next was back home to clean out my truck and put in my new floor mats that my parents got me for my birthday.  My old ones were tearing up my high heel shoes and my high heel shoes were tearing up my carpet so I asked for new mats for my b-day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Socal and I then began putting up our new hardware on our kitchen cabinets.  Very modern and sleak new cabinet pulls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinner was juicy burgers and pasta salad.  Mmmm good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turned on TV to see weird new shows.  One was on the discovery channel about modern day lumberjacks called Ax something's.  The other was the annual Sand Blasters Championship.  Teams spend 2 days building sand castles and every hour or so they draw a number randomly to blow a sandcastle up.  Weird.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;By then the time change had caught up to us and it was bed time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-4189058637287404418?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/4189058637287404418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=4189058637287404418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/4189058637287404418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/4189058637287404418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/03/weekend-in-review.html' title='Weekend in Review'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-8383327695721828142</id><published>2008-03-05T12:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T13:12:36.701-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you havent been loved until you have been photoshoped'/><title type='text'>F.U.N  @ TMP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R88LV3kS2YI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Y31W0NfJaLU/s1600-h/hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174366967193328002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R88LV3kS2YI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Y31W0NfJaLU/s320/hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as everyone knows I like to have fun when I work and what is more fun than plotter paper hats or using photoshop as a weapon against your fellow co-workers. Hope you enjoy a few of our favorites here at TMP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R88LMnkS2XI/AAAAAAAAAFE/7-6OP3l_TJ8/s1600-h/CHICKENLITTLE+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174366808279538034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R88LMnkS2XI/AAAAAAAAAFE/7-6OP3l_TJ8/s320/CHICKENLITTLE+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD as Chicken Little with a spoon. He just so happened to flood the kitchen that week by putting the wrong dish detergent in the dish washer and he looks just like Chicken Little when wearing a hard hat and safty goggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R88LC3kS2WI/AAAAAAAAAE8/AgqQOA-bKP8/s1600-h/butts.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174366640775813474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R88LC3kS2WI/AAAAAAAAAE8/AgqQOA-bKP8/s320/butts.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PB a true Alabama fan made to wear an orange tootoo for UT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R88K8HkS2VI/AAAAAAAAAE0/s1EkB_DU1IU/s1600-h/jd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174366524811696466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R88K8HkS2VI/AAAAAAAAAE0/s1EkB_DU1IU/s320/jd.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD not photoshoped but wearing his red neck teeth and full sleeve tatoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R88KzHkS2UI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gAtI4s4EwDk/s1600-h/REVITER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174366370192873794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R88KzHkS2UI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gAtI4s4EwDk/s320/REVITER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to photoshop myself so I guess I am not loved but I am the Queen of Revit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R88KXXkS2SI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9jDAn-g92iU/s1600-h/jp1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174365893451503906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R88KXXkS2SI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9jDAn-g92iU/s320/jp1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP doing the truffle shuffle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R88IDnkS2PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/sM5kxJWL0sM/s1600-h/jp+hair.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174363355125831922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R88IDnkS2PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/sM5kxJWL0sM/s320/jp+hair.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JP is really loved and so is his fro.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-8383327695721828142?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/8383327695721828142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=8383327695721828142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/8383327695721828142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/8383327695721828142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/03/fun-tmp.html' title='F.U.N  @ TMP'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R88LV3kS2YI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Y31W0NfJaLU/s72-c/hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-8421424207870730839</id><published>2008-03-03T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T13:22:42.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul cleaning</title><content type='html'>This weekend Socal and I decided to do some much needed spring cleaning and when I say we decided I really mean I begged and pleaded for a few months and finally got what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;We started in the garage which is where the last tornado that went through touched down so more or less Ground Zero.  I went through the x's stuff and chucked the trash, kept some things, and even found some of Socal's stuff mixed in.  Socal put all his tools in the huge tool box that had before just been holding down the slab and now it is neatly organized.  I swept up all the saw dust and random screws from the floor.  I got some things together to give my dad for his yard sales this summer, stuff that was going to Goodwill but my dad insisted he would get when he comes up this weekend.  I hung up some framed pictures that had been sitting in the floor for a while.  They were pictures of our wedding and honeymoon that I just couldn't find the place to hand them and I found that place this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;We also did some much needed errands this weekend.  We bought some chalkboard paint for the BAR in our basement.  We took my wedding rings to the jeweler to get re-coated in rhodium, which will hopefully keep me from breaking out due to the nickel that is in my white gold rings.  We went to eye masters and Wal-Mart for me to get an eye exam but was out of luck both times.  Socal's taxes got done but mine will hopefully get done tonight online.  We shopped for Socal's dad a birthday present but came up empty handed there as well.&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a pretty productive weekend and thankfully since my parents and grandma are coming up this weekend I would like them to be able to walk through the garage without tripping.  It really feels good to organize your house, it feels almost like I am organizing my life as well.  A little less clutter makes me very happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting past the stressful, emotional, clutter that we had to deal with last week with Socal's job also help simplify our lives in the same way.  Now we have put all that old stuff in the trash and can say goodbye to it and move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-8421424207870730839?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/8421424207870730839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=8421424207870730839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/8421424207870730839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/8421424207870730839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/03/soul-cleaning.html' title='Soul cleaning'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-5449047770941234448</id><published>2008-02-26T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T06:46:35.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait Two Weeks</title><content type='html'>This is torture, this waiting, wondering if I passed my construction documents test on Friday.  It is like missing your period and waiting, hoping, and praying it will come in a week or so.  At least with that I have always had &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; results or the results that I wanted.  When that envelope comes to my mailbox I am going to have to rip it open like a sticky bandage, because if I dont the suspense may kill me.  I am hoping and praying every day that I passed and dont have to shut myself up in a room for 2 more weeks away from my family.  I have been pleading with God that I pass so that I dont have to pay the money again nor take the time off work but mainly that I dont have to answer those questions.  &lt;em&gt;So did you pass&lt;/em&gt;? and me have to say &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I wish that I felt more confortable like some people that I work with who have taken it.  I wish I didnt rethink the test and know that I put the wrong answers on some and others I still dont know the correct answer.  I just have to have faith that all will turn out well and that I cannot control it now and I should just relax and let what will be, be.  &lt;em&gt;Deep breath&lt;/em&gt;, that is off my chest and I feel much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-5449047770941234448?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/5449047770941234448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=5449047770941234448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/5449047770941234448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/5449047770941234448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/02/wait-two-weeks.html' title='Wait Two Weeks'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-4269621568414486970</id><published>2008-02-21T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T11:32:59.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is the day</title><content type='html'>Yep tomorrow I will nervously go to a testing facility where I will spend all of my allowed 3 hours answering 100 multiple choice questions about Construction Documents.  I have been studying off and on for 2 weeks and hope I have attained enough information to pass.  They dont tell you how many you need to get correct to pass but I dont care as long as the letter in the mail says PASS.  If one were to fail they would have to wait 6 months and pay the $102 again, it wouldnt be the end of the world but it wouldnt be fun either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night Matt and I are attending a bon fire equiped with a projector that will project the UT vs Memphis basketball game on the side of a shed.  Yes we are having a field party with a big fire.  So a bunch of the people I work with will be out in a field drinking a lot of booze, and burning things.  That is my kind of weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited for this test to be over so I can start working on the house again and working out.  Also my family have been waiting for me to finish with the test so that they could come visit me for my birthday.  I cant wait to see them and catch up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-4269621568414486970?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/4269621568414486970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=4269621568414486970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/4269621568414486970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/4269621568414486970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/02/tomorrow-is-day.html' title='Tomorrow is the day'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-5503247619274632859</id><published>2008-02-15T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T12:10:53.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs in snow'/><title type='text'>Snow for my birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R7W4eK8XGYI/AAAAAAAAADk/rYYK_7VMruM/s1600-h/dogs+in+snow3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167238975950625154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R7W4eK8XGYI/AAAAAAAAADk/rYYK_7VMruM/s320/dogs+in+snow3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R7W2fq8XGXI/AAAAAAAAADc/IXD85NjG-1o/s1600-h/dogs+in+snow2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167236802697173362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R7W2fq8XGXI/AAAAAAAAADc/IXD85NjG-1o/s320/dogs+in+snow2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R7W1168XGWI/AAAAAAAAADU/NlPjcx7n5L0/s1600-h/dogs+in+snow3.JPG"&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;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R7W1oa8XGUI/AAAAAAAAADE/FaJZbN8uc-s/s1600-h/dogs+in+snow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167235853509400898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" height="246" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R7W1oa8XGUI/AAAAAAAAADE/FaJZbN8uc-s/s320/dogs+in+snow.JPG" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R7W1168XGWI/AAAAAAAAADU/NlPjcx7n5L0/s1600-h/dogs+in+snow3.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R7W1oa8XGUI/AAAAAAAAADE/FaJZbN8uc-s/s1600-h/dogs+in+snow.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R7W1168XGWI/AAAAAAAAADU/NlPjcx7n5L0/s1600-h/dogs+in+snow3.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year around my birthday I somehow get snow either in the form of an Ice storm or just a heavy sleet. This year the Tuesday before my birthday it snowed about 2 inches, a nice white blanket over everything. Matt's parents were in town and t&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R7W1168XGWI/AAAAAAAAADU/NlPjcx7n5L0/s1600-h/dogs+in+snow3.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hey got to experience the snow. His mom said it was the first time she had seen snow in 20 years because they live in Mobile and it is always warmer there. Marty and Randy took some pictures of the dogs playing in the snow so I decided to share them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a wonderful birthday and am thankful for all my gifts, cards, thoughts, text messages, and e-mails. It really does make a person realize how many friends they have even if they are far away that someone does care. I hope everyone had a great Valentine's Day with their honeys or friends. I did thanks to my hottie from hottingham. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-5503247619274632859?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/5503247619274632859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=5503247619274632859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/5503247619274632859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/5503247619274632859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/02/snow-for-my-birthday.html' title='Snow for my birthday'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R7W4eK8XGYI/AAAAAAAAADk/rYYK_7VMruM/s72-c/dogs+in+snow3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-843048321151440969</id><published>2008-02-12T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T14:10:29.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>latest weird dream</title><content type='html'>Me and a few friends and i think Matt were skipping along excited about going swimming in this body of water that looked like a lake but had pretty big waves. We jump in and began swimming toward the back sort of like when Jim Carey started swimming for the wall in the movie The Truman Show. There were people toward the back holding their hands up for something. I go to dive into the water and begin to swim when I hit the water with my head it was made of foam. It was the texture of the posterpedic beds in the commercials where you put your hand in and it sinks in and then bounces right back. So we settled toward the front of this weird body of water and a huge candy crane began to drop clumps of pink cotton candy at us. I caught this huge piece and began to share it with the crowd. It broke like bread and I passed it out like these people were in need of hardened pink cotton candy. Soooo weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interpretation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cotton Candy To see or eat cotton candy in your dream, represents childhood pleasures or rewards.? You are content with the way things are going in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Styrofoam To see Styrofoam in your dream, indicates that you are undergoing some form of transition in your life. In particular to see a Styrofoam cup in your dream, suggests that you are feeling somewhat insecure or instable in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean To see an ocean in your dream, represents the state of your emotions and feelings.? It is indicative of some spiritual refreshment,? tranquility and renewal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming To dream that you are swimming, suggests that you are exploring aspects of your unconscious mind and emotions. The dream may be a sign that you are seeking some sort of emotional support. It is a common dream image for people going through therapy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-843048321151440969?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/843048321151440969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=843048321151440969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/843048321151440969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/843048321151440969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/02/latest-weird-dream.html' title='latest weird dream'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-5644187251733420109</id><published>2008-02-05T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T09:28:07.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outbreak</title><content type='html'>Last week in our office there were maybe 2 people, that will remain nameless for fear that the world would kill them for causing the modern plague, that were sick in my office. So I can only speculate that over the weekend while watching the superbowl everyone started to feel this super virus invade there bodies, because everyone is out sick. I had already planned on taking off Monday because I needed a day off and because the drywall guy was coming to fix our basement. I did not know that my husband would also be off that day when I planned this or I probably wouldnt have taken off, well I say that because I didnt forsee me getting sick. I had been working on a project long hours with a guy at work who was sick so I assumed that my body had made anitbodies and beat this cold before I even saw any signs of it. Well I was wrong, way wrong. Friday on my way to Dallas, TX with my husband, yes a 10 hour road trip, I began to notice that my head, and eyes were hurting and my body felt like I had ran a marathon. My legs, knees, and back were so sore and restless that I knew I was getting something. We even stopped at "the Wall" to get me a massager that I could sit on with heat and everything. We made it to Dallas at 1am and went to bed. The next morning I didnt feel any better. Aside from the cough and constant blowing of my nose I was fine. We did some sight seeing in Dallas, the I.M. Pei architecture and J.F.K. Memorial. That night I was gross. Sunday on the way back from Dallas I wasnt much help on sharing my driving responsibilities. I think I drove from Little Rock to Memphis or something like that. Sunday night was a constant buring up with fever to freezing chills throughout the night. I slept with my head hanging over the edge of the bed with a humidifier blowing on my face all night. Monday I sat on the couch most of the day. So today I am back at work and blaming those un-named employees for my pain and suffering. Lots of people missed work yesterday and today because of these guys they should be punished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-5644187251733420109?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/5644187251733420109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=5644187251733420109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/5644187251733420109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/5644187251733420109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/02/outbreak.html' title='Outbreak'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-4185768889767743505</id><published>2008-01-30T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T11:08:03.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This friend could use a praying hand</title><content type='html'>Hello all and when I say all I mean the few who read and even know that I blog.&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I are going through a lot of stress with our jobs right now.  Mine has been somewhat stressful for the past month and will be over tomorrow.  Matt's job has been stressful since he started recruiting but as of last Friday has morphed and grown into more than just stress.  We really need all the good thoughts and prayers that you can throw our way.  So if you have a little extra minute keep us in your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be keeping all of you in ours as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-4185768889767743505?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/4185768889767743505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=4185768889767743505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/4185768889767743505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/4185768889767743505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-friend-could-use-praying-hand.html' title='This friend could use a praying hand'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-3125820439921599465</id><published>2008-01-23T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T07:06:21.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's on the Brain</title><content type='html'>Well the other day I was talking to my older cousin about my younger cousins yes plural who just so happen to be pregnant.  We were discussing things like when my husband and I are going to have one as we always discuss.  Families are crazy.  Before you get married all they ask is when are you going to get married and as soon as you do its, "When are you going to have a baby?"&lt;br /&gt;Slow down and enjoy life a little, dont be in such a hurry,  I will do it when I am goood and ready.  I think I need to have some things done before I should be bringing a new life into this world.  I know most children aren't planned, no one in my family planned there children aside from my sister who tried and tried and finally gave us our "Big E". &lt;br /&gt;So the things that I want to get done before I start such an adventure are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get licensed in Architecture, which will hopefully only take me a year since I am already signed up for my first test Feb. 22 and want to/have to pass them all in a year or I will have to take the new tests.  I really dont want to be a big old prego and at a testing site with kids trying to make a good score on their SAT's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also My husband and I are moving to San Diego in April '09 so I want to not be pregnant during a move across country and having to stop at every rest stop to empty my bladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen, Lacie and I are planning a trip to Italy sometime in the Spring or Fall of '09  so I really dont want to be "swole up like a tick" and waddling through the streets of Italy eating all the pasta and marinara that I can find and not being able to wash it down with any wine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it looks like my schedule shows that I should wait until Winter '09 to become a balluga whale my hubby is one of those people that is in a bit of a hurry.  Also when I think about being in San Diego so far away and prego it would be much easier if I were closer to home and used to my surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after Cathryn freaks out about this blog just like she has about one's in my past, I can change the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up with these ideas related to babies.&lt;br /&gt;The first one is an invention of the sorts.&lt;br /&gt;It is a big heating pad for parents to put under the sheets in a crib in the winter.  I freeze in the winter and always have an electric blanket on my bed.  I know the saying to not put a lot of blankets in your baby's crib for fear of SIDS so I thought of this idea.  The heating pad would have a thermostat so the parents could set it on a certain temperature and the infant would stay warm and cozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second idea stemmed from the conversation that I had with my cousin that I mentioned at the beginning of the blog.  Our family has had 4 baby's in the past 4 years and have 2 more on the way.  I think that we could get a storage unit for baby stuff that holds the families cribs, strollers, clothes, etc.  When a mother is expecting she goes and picks out what she needs and uses it and then takes it back when the child has grown out of it and it is there for the next mother to use.  Sort of like a free thrift store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-3125820439921599465?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/3125820439921599465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=3125820439921599465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/3125820439921599465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/3125820439921599465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/01/babys-on-brain.html' title='Baby&apos;s on the Brain'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-6293560222389305294</id><published>2008-01-15T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T09:52:56.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt's b-day surprise</title><content type='html'>Well January 8th was my hubby's b-day.  I was super busy with a project going out and couldnt plan anything before hand and Matt just so happened to total a car on his b-day so I was a little distracted.  So I began planning the day after for the weekend after his b-day.  I called a new restaurant to make reservations and they told me some bull about not being fully open so they couldnt take my reservation.  I didnt really understand why but thought that maybe we would get lucky and get there early to get a table.  I invited everyone at work and some tried to invite a lot of Navy friends but as usual with everything I plan only a few could come.  The five of us ended up at Agave which is a fairly new Tequilla bar near the Gulch.  We had a plethara of tequilla shots and mexican food and laughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laughs were mostly at what Shelly would call "Southern Belles" and what I would call "Becky's".  These are girls that wear dresses about 6" too short allowing their butt cheeks to show and who really really want to be seen and heard by everyone in the bar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Matt had about 12 shots of tequilla and a beer he was pretty much ready to do just about anything but I still couldnt convince him to bust into the Becky's party and start dancing in the middle of all of them.  So we said goodbye to Cafra and Ryan, Shelly, Matt and I went to the Flying Saucer.  Upon leaving Shelly and I hashed a scheme to shoot Ryan and Matt with silly string.  I got the idea from one of our first dates when all we did was run around in the rain and shoot silly string at each other.  My truck took the bulk of the blue and orange shooting string of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-6293560222389305294?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/6293560222389305294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=6293560222389305294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/6293560222389305294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/6293560222389305294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/01/matts-b-day-surprise.html' title='Matt&apos;s b-day surprise'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-7131877106435776327</id><published>2008-01-15T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T09:13:45.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work wont work</title><content type='html'>At my office for the past two weeks we have been having trouble with the server and when this happens no one in the office can work on their projects because we back up our work on the server.  The only thing any employee can do is get on the internet or break out the pencils and paper.  Well being that my office is solely based on computer work and my job is a CADD jockey or now Rosie the Reviter I get on the internet.  The past two weeks I have been too busy to get on the internet so even when the server was down I had to break out my pen and start redlining my own work for later when I did get a brief hour of Revit bliss.  Well this week I dont have a deadline for 3 weeks and probably need to work from now until then but I will allow myself a little bit of blog time.&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten used to using the intercom system at work since everytime I want  to do anything big on my project I have to announce it to the whole office.  At first I would giggle everytime I would use the intercom but then we started to make it a game of who could come up with the most unique way of saying you are saving to central and now it has evolved to just plain annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"publishing post"&lt;br /&gt;"typing blog"&lt;br /&gt;"clicking mouse"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SAVING TO CENTRAL"&lt;br /&gt;When you get 20 people doing this at least once an hour it gets old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DONE"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-7131877106435776327?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/7131877106435776327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=7131877106435776327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/7131877106435776327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/7131877106435776327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/01/work-wont-work.html' title='Work wont work'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-1868366661041632195</id><published>2008-01-09T15:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T15:28:36.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas pics</title><content type='html'>Its all about the food with these two girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R4VV_zcCsmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/byyRzRgQiy4/s1600-h/DSC02471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153619903223345762" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Mom and Dad cooking dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R4VUGTcCsjI/AAAAAAAAACk/zfLhuqGNQV4/s1600-h/DSC02434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153617815869239858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R4VUGTcCsjI/AAAAAAAAACk/zfLhuqGNQV4/s320/DSC02434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas dinner on the infamous blue china&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-1868366661041632195?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/1868366661041632195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=1868366661041632195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/1868366661041632195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/1868366661041632195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-pics.html' title='Christmas pics'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gRXeWCSlHOo/R4VV_zcCsmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/byyRzRgQiy4/s72-c/DSC02471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-2231675977605123751</id><published>2007-12-27T10:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T11:50:47.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas "Vacation" Ha</title><content type='html'>Well if you have read Cafra's blog you can pretty much just use it as a Mad Gab and replace airplane with car and her cities with Mobile and New Albany. Oh and add two dogs to the equasion and I was back to work on Wednesday. Whew that made me tired just typing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how it went:&lt;br /&gt;Left Nashville at 10pm Friday night to arrive in Mobile at about 5:30. We would have been there sooner but we had to stop for a nap because we were both falling asleep and I havent taught Sparx to drive. So Saturday we sleep until 12 noon then get up and get a shower and have a late lunch/early dinner with Matt's parents and sister. We had the tradition turkey and dressing then opened gifts. That night we played Dance Dance until I was hot and sweaty. The next morning we awoke to face the mall and Best Buy to return something already. That night we had the tradition German dish Sour Bratten. (&lt;em&gt;Probably not spelled correctly&lt;/em&gt;). After dinner we played a game of Cranium with mom and dad, watched some football and packed our things to leave.&lt;br /&gt;So we were on the road at 9pm to arrive in New Albany at 2:30 we were hauling ass and no nap needed. We got up Monday morning to go to my grandma's house for appitizers and fun with family. Then we drove my mom to my aunt's house since my dad had to work and there we played another game of Cranium which just so happend to make us a bit late for Karen and David's get-together.&lt;br /&gt;So we arrive a bit late to there apartment in Tupelo, MS to see that Karen has prepared a full feast complete with ham and some Italian custard dessert that she will have to send me the recipe for. We had some wine and a lot of laughs and began planning our trip to Italy. We headed back home late and woke early to my mom cooking and asking when we were going to get up. I made holly treats for my sister and my mom made yeast rolls for me. The family arrived and we ate the traditional turkey except for my mom's new baked potato casserole which is my new favorite. We let the kids open gifts and decided not to exchange gifts with the adults.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was outside with the 12 gauge shotgun to shoot a little skeet. Yea I said it. Just imagine 5 rednecks lined up in our yard each with a shotgun blasting away. That is what I call a Redneck Christmas. After that mom called us in to open gifts with them. Then we were on our way back up to Nashville to unpack, rest and work hard again until our next holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-2231675977605123751?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/2231675977605123751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=2231675977605123751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/2231675977605123751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/2231675977605123751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-vacation-ha.html' title='Christmas &quot;Vacation&quot; Ha'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-1246178391873884823</id><published>2007-12-20T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T14:02:46.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY BLOG</title><content type='html'>FOR YOU CAFRA.&lt;br /&gt;I AM VERY BUSY BUT CAFRA WANTS TO READ&lt;br /&gt;SO I WILL TYPE A LIST OF ALL THE GIFTS&lt;br /&gt;WE PURCHASED FOR EVERYONE IN OUR FAMILY BUT HER BECAUSE SHE HAS TO WAIT UNTIL TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS GIFTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT-&lt;br /&gt;IPHONE&lt;br /&gt;OTHER THINGS I WONT SAY IN CASE HE READS THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM-&lt;br /&gt;QUEEN SIZE GOLD STRIPED SHEETS SET&lt;br /&gt;CHIPPED IN WITH MY SIS TO GET HER A SET OF POTS AND PANS&lt;br /&gt;ATHLETIC SOCKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD-&lt;br /&gt;UNDER ARMOR LONG SLEEVE SHIRT&lt;br /&gt;CHEESE BOARD SINCE HE WAS EYING OURS&lt;br /&gt;RALPH LAUREN SILVER COLOGNE&lt;br /&gt;BURT'S BEES HAND SALVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SISTER-&lt;br /&gt;FUZZY HOUSE ROBE&lt;br /&gt;ATHLETIC SOCKS&lt;br /&gt;CANDIED PECANS SHE LOVES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BROTHER IN LAW-&lt;br /&gt;BLUE JEANS&lt;br /&gt;LONG SLEEVE GREEN CARHARGHT SHIRT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEPHEW-&lt;br /&gt;CLOTHES, CLOTHES, CLOTHES IN 4T&lt;br /&gt;AN ADULT LIKE BLACK AND DECKER DRILL, MEASURING TAPE, SCREW DRIVER THAT LOOKS REAL BUT IS FOR 3+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAW-&lt;br /&gt;LARGE COPPER ROOSTER WEATHER VAIN&lt;br /&gt;LEATHER WALLET&lt;br /&gt;FARMER'S ALMANAC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAW-&lt;br /&gt;SILK PAJAMAS&lt;br /&gt;ANTIQUE CLIP ON EARRINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARTY-&lt;br /&gt;APPLE BUTTER&lt;br /&gt;COLORED SOCKS IN RED, PINK, BLUE, AND GREEN&lt;br /&gt;YANKEE CANDLE HOME SPRAY&lt;br /&gt;VICTORIA'S SECRET BRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDY-&lt;br /&gt;REALLY EXPENSIVE HEAD PHONES THAT BLOCK OUT SOUND&lt;br /&gt;CARRYING CASE FOR IPOD NANO&lt;br /&gt;BUDWISER BBQ SAUCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIZ-&lt;br /&gt;T-SHIRT THAT SAYS, "I WILL NOT STEAL YOUR BOYFRIEND 100 TIMES&lt;br /&gt;YANKEE CANDLE CAR FRAGRANCE&lt;br /&gt;YANKEE CANDLE CANDLES AND HOLDER&lt;br /&gt;GLOVE/MITTEN THINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LACIE-&lt;br /&gt;CAT BOOK&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS ORNAMENT&lt;br /&gt;SUPRISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAREN-&lt;br /&gt;SUPRISE&lt;br /&gt;(JUST IN CASE SHE READS THIS TOO)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-1246178391873884823?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/1246178391873884823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=1246178391873884823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/1246178391873884823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/1246178391873884823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2007/12/busy-blog.html' title='BUSY BLOG'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-602794441737400853</id><published>2007-12-17T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T08:07:15.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun weekend</title><content type='html'>This past Thursday night we had our yearly TMP Christmas party.  The food was pretty bad but the drinks were good mainly because they were free.  We all had a merry good time meeting new spouses/guests.  Matt and I got a chance to meet one of the new guy’s girlfriends.  Shelly is very spunky and is perfect for Ryan since they are opposites, he is very quite and she is a firecracker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday after work someone told me that Ryan and Shelly were going to see I am legend and Matt and I also wanted to see it.  So I called Ryan and we talked about getting tickets and them being sold out so I better get some quick for the IMAX Theater.  I called the Fandango line and it wasn’t giving me the same time as Ryan and Shelly’s show time.  So we decide to just go to the theater early and buy them.  Well we got them but not at the same time and not in the IMAX.  We ate dinner and went to the movie.  It was really intense in some parts and sad in others so a really good movie.  Now I am defiantly reading the book.  Afterwards we waited around Dave and Buster’s for Ryan and Shelly’s movie to get out.  They came over and played some games and had drinks until we got kicked out because they were closing.  I am finally glad to have a couple to hang out with that lives close by and doesn't have kids.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone at the Christmas party was invited out Saturday night to a local Tequila bar for Jennifer’s birthday.  I was excited and really planning on going but I should know better than to plan something with my hubby and his work schedule.  He didn’t get home until around 9:30 so we just stayed in.  We had a good time Friday night so I guess I can be thankful and know that I am not really good for two nights of going out in one weekend.  I like to stay home and wrap presents and watch movies and do regular stuff.  After reading Cafra’s blog I am really glad I didn’t end up out at a crowded bar getting my boob elbowed by drunken 22 year olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went into work Saturday to catch up on some notes and work and will probably be working late all week to catch up some more.  After work I purchased a few Christmas presents and got my Christmas card pictures printed.  When I got home I began wrapping presents and filling out Christmas cards and didn’t stop until a few movies later when my neighbor’s boys knocked on the door.  They asked to borrow our phone.  I was on the phone at the time with Matt so I hung up with him and let them use my cell.  They were calling their mom to get them a memory card for their play station so they could save their game. I asked why their phone wasn’t working and they said it had gotten cut off.  Then they began to tell me that their dad gave them $250 each for Christmas, this didn’t make sense to me.  So I talked to them about Christmas presents and about how they helped fix up our house before we bought it.  Then one of the boys wanted to see Matt’s car in the garage.  So I took him down there and he saw my large collection of yard sale crap which is quickly turning into good will crap.  I ended up giving him a lava lamp belonging to Matt’s ex-wife and a Coca-Cola clock given to me by my ex-boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I was trying to do a little tidying up so I was washing clothes.  I had on my favorite warm, fuzzy socks that my dog always confuses for her favorite stuffed animal.  I don’t know if she just hates the socks as much as Matt and just doesn’t think I should wear them or if she wants them for herself.  So I had an arm load of laundry heading down the steps to our basement with my fuzzy socks on.  I hit the fourth step down and down I went.  The first thing to hit was my ass bone then I butt bumped the rest of the way down and went splat into the wall at the end of the stairs.  This is the moment I began to crawl away from the scene like a wounded animal kicking my feet to take my attention away from the pain in my ass.  Matt ran down stairs and was lying in the floor with me asking if I was ok.  I was halfway laughing and crying at the same time.  So today I am hobbling a little like an old lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-602794441737400853?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/602794441737400853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=602794441737400853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/602794441737400853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/602794441737400853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2007/12/fun-weekend.html' title='Fun weekend'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-4095753513566769183</id><published>2007-12-14T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T12:02:22.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Dreams are back</title><content type='html'>I guess I will start keeping a little blog journal of my weird dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this dream last night after a fun time at the Christmas party and a discussion with my husband about how our kids will be swayed to join the military for at least one tour of duty.  I will have to blog about this later.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; remember much about the dream but something really stuck out.  I was shaking hands with some man but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; remember his face and when I shook his hand it was really limp and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;puny&lt;/span&gt; and I hate soft handshakes.  I much prefer a really tight grip and firm shake.  Well when I looked down at the hand I was shaking it was missing the thumb.  Weird.  So I looked up the meaning of this on some website for dreams and this is what I determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you are shaking hands with someone, symbolizes either a new beginning or an ending to a situation. You have have reached an agreement or a decision to a problem. The dream may also mean that you are welcoming something new into your life. In particular, if you are shaking hands with someone famous or someone important, then it suggests that you are well regarded by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you have no thumb, denotes poverty and loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I dream that I am shaking hands with someone with no thumb does that mean that I shook hands with loneliness?  So I put an end to my loneliness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another dream that I have had twice is a dream that my teeth fall out of my mouth and I am ashamed.  They fall out like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lego's&lt;/span&gt; or something not human, like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ceramic&lt;/span&gt; or glass with no blood or anything.  So I looked up the meaning to this dream too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One theory is that dreams about your teeth reflect your anxiety about your appearance and how others perceive you. Sadly, we live in a world where good looks are valued highly and your teeth play an important role in conveying that image. Teeth are used in the game of flirtations, whether it be a dazzling and gleaming smile or affectionate necking. These dreams may stem from a fear of your sexual impotence or the consequences of getting old. Teeth are an important feature of our attractiveness and presentation to others. Everybody worries about how they appear to others. Caring about our appearance is natural and healthy.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another rationalization for these falling teeth dream may be rooted in your fear of being embarrassed or making a fool of yourself in some specific situation. These dreams are an over-exaggeration of your worries and anxiety.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teeth are used to bite, tear, chew and gnaw. In this regard, teeth represent power. And the loss of teeth in your dream may be from a sense of powerlessness. Are you lacking power in some current situation? Perhaps you are having difficulties expressing yourself or getting your point across. You feel frustrated when your voice is not being heard. You may be experiencing feelings of inferiority and a lack of self-confidence in some situation or relationship in your life. This dream is an indication that you need to be more assertive and believe in the value of your own opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know exactly which one of these feelings are making me dream this but my husband will tell you that I sat up in the bed the night I had this dream and I never forget it like other random dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-4095753513566769183?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/4095753513566769183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=4095753513566769183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/4095753513566769183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/4095753513566769183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2007/12/weird-dreams-are-back.html' title='Weird Dreams are back'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-3287305713137886072</id><published>2007-11-29T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T09:52:37.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new type of giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>This Thanksgiving was the first time in my life that I have not had the traditional go to mom's family for dinner then off to dad's family for another smorgasbord of food in one day.  This year was Matt and my Thanksgiving as a small family, inviting family and friends to share this with us. &lt;br /&gt;We invited family parents and sisters from both sides and friends such as&lt;br /&gt;Cathryn, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Boutot's&lt;/span&gt; and even the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Buena&lt;/span&gt; family.  My dad had to work and Matt's mom had to work so the family that showed was my mom, sister, and nephew;  Cathryn was the only friend to show but she brought one of her friends.  So we had a hodgepodge of family and friends to share Thanksgiving with.&lt;br /&gt;We had looked through our subscription of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bon'Appatite&lt;/span&gt; Magazine and picked out what we thought would be the best Thanksgiving meal ever.  We shopped at the Whole Food's Market to find the finest most fresh herbs, spices, and vegetables.  Then we got up early Thursday morning to start the preparation of this wonderful meal.  Matt was head chef and I was his sidekick.  I spent most of the day chopping and dicing while he read recipes and pulled things in and out of the oven.&lt;br /&gt;So our guests arrive at 6 pm right on schedule and the turkey is still not done.  It is very hard to time the cook times of so many items with only one oven but Matt did a splendid job.  We had some very nice cheese the we had also purchased at the Whole Foods store.  If I were well off I would spend lots of money at this place.  The wine was flowing between Cathryn and myself.  In total for dinner we had a bottle of Champagne, one and a half bottles of wine, 2 wine coolers, and multiple beer between the 5 of us, Dan had H2O.&lt;br /&gt;Between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;comments&lt;/span&gt; about Julie's oven rack, Matt's cake having a nice crumb, and the poor construction of our mix-matched dining chairs we worked off our meal by laughing.  So this Thanksgiving I gave thanks to good food, good friends and laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-3287305713137886072?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/3287305713137886072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=3287305713137886072' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/3287305713137886072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/3287305713137886072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-type-of-giving-thanks.html' title='A new type of giving Thanks'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-3664241610064008459</id><published>2007-11-16T06:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T06:49:19.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAID SERVICE</title><content type='html'>THIS WEEK MY HUBBY HAD A MAID COME AND TIDY OUR HOUSE.  SHE VACCUMED EVERY ROOM AND DUSTED ALMOST EVERYTHING, CLEANED THE MICROWAVE, TOILETS, SINKS, AND SHOWER.  SHE EVEN VACCUMED THE STAIRS WHICH I HATE.  AS THANKFUL AS I WAS AND AS MUCH STRESS AND ANXIETY AS IT TAKES OFF MY SHOULDERS I KNEW I COULD HAVE DONE A BETTER JOB.  I MEAN YOU CAN STILL SEE SPARX HAIR IN CRACK NEXT TO THE COUCH, AND THE BASEBOARDS AND ON THE TOP STAIR B/C SHE DIDNT USE THE LITTLE TOOL.  AND I THOUGHT SHE WOULD VACCUM THE COUCH AND SHE FORGOT TO DUST THE SIDE TABLE NEXT TO THE BED.  WOW I SHOULD HAVE GOT OUT MY WHITE GLOVES.  THE WHOLE SITUATION MADE ME NERVOUS B/C A STRANGER WAS IN OUR HOUSE AND THE DOGS WERE IN THERE WITH HER AND SHE WAS GOING IN AND OUT GETTING SUPPLIES AND I JUST KNEW MY LITTLE ESCAPE ARTIST OF A DOG WAS GOING TO TRICK HER AND RUN FREE THROUGH THE NEIGHBORHOOD.  MY INTUITION IS NOT ALWAY RIGHT I GUESS.&lt;br /&gt;THIS WEEK I HAVE BEEN CRACKING THE WHIP ON MY FELLOW TMPers.  THIS WEEK I HAVE SENT OUT MANY E-MAILS ABOUT EVERYONE CLEANING OUT THE MOLD TRAP IN THE KITCHEN AKA THE REFRIGERATOR.  SO TODAY AT 5:01 THE UNCLAIMED FOOD WILL BE TOSSED.  I ALSO PLAN TO DOWN SIZE OUR GLAD WARE COLLECTION AND BETTER ORGANIZE OR CABINETS TO MAKE MORE ROOM.  SO THIS WEEK MY HOUSE IS GETTING CLEANED BY A STRANGER AND MY OFFICE IS GETTING ORGANIZED BY ME.  BY THE WAY IF ANYONE KNOWS ME I LOVE TO ORGANIZE THINGS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-3664241610064008459?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/3664241610064008459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=3664241610064008459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/3664241610064008459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/3664241610064008459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2007/11/maid-service.html' title='MAID SERVICE'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482176485291927593.post-3904934209052450810</id><published>2007-11-14T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T08:27:43.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My own little cat factory</title><content type='html'>You mix a roaming orange male cat with an un spaid gray female cat and guess what you get.&lt;br /&gt;Idiot inconsiderate trashy neighbors who dont know how to control the ferrile cat population.&lt;br /&gt;I have a grayish yellow (&lt;em&gt;heinz 57&lt;/em&gt; as my neighbor would call it) half grown kitten on my porch that wont leave. I made the mistake of feeling sorry for it one morning and giving it some warm milk and dog food;I know cats eat cat food but that is all I had and as hungry as he looked he didnt mind. In fact that little bowl of food attactracted even more cats, of which I think are from the same litter. I found this out after I unlocked my garage yesterday and discovered a kitten inside my fully sealed garage. I assumed it was the same kitten for whom I had given the warm milk and dog food to that morning but only to my surprise as I walked around to the front door with the little gray meow following did I find a little grayish orange meow still in the same spot on the front steps. They are multiplying! As I am talking to my husband on the phone and he is giving me grief about attracting the neighborhood's cat population to our house here comes the sperm donor of these two teenager cats &lt;em&gt;Dexter.&lt;/em&gt; So now I have to figure out what to do with this grayish orange teenager cat that is too tramatized to leave the steps.  Do I take it to the neighbors and tell them it is there problem, do I call the SPCA, or do I keep it and take it to the vet to get neutered?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482176485291927593-3904934209052450810?l=gibbarella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/feeds/3904934209052450810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482176485291927593&amp;postID=3904934209052450810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/3904934209052450810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482176485291927593/posts/default/3904934209052450810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibbarella.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-own-little-cat-factory.html' title='My own little cat factory'/><author><name>Gibbarella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09617026646919793939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n9/gibbarella/funny/face6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
