<?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-32096710</id><updated>2011-09-05T08:18:45.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE BLOGGING</title><subtitle type='html'>The life of the wife of a certain badass</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeofabadass.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096710/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeofabadass.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753857294578803725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e213/Tabitha_Keith/Personal%20Pics/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096710.post-4440623320261244582</id><published>2007-02-01T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:42:19.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So This is What Causes a Heart Attack?!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday when I took Baxter outside he was acting strange; by that I mean his head was swaying from side to side and I thought well, maybe he's cold (which I really didn't think that was the case because it has been a lot colder outside than it was yesterday and when he's cold his body shivers NOT his head, but I didn't know what else it could be). So he goes potty and afterwards his head is still swaying (not violently kinda like if you're listening to music and you kinda sway your head from side to side) and I get him to chase me...then I'm walking ahead of him saying "come on Baxter", but I feel that he's not coming and I hear him whine. So I turn around and go to him and his front legs are paralyzed in the bent position with his claws out (like he was gripping for something) on his side in the grass and his head is still swaying. So now I know he must be having a seizure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pick him up and run to the house and tell Kenny there's something wrong with Baxter. Kenny is saying his name to see if he could get a reaction from him but Baxter's eyes were glazed over, not blinking and he was just staring straight ahead. Anyways, so we leave to take him to the Doctor and Hank (the little pup) runs out the door. So Kenny puts Baxter in the car and we're both chasing Hank and of course we're both pissed because we don't have time for this shit!! So I tell Kenny to just go and I was able to lure Hank in the house with a treat...little fucker! &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; I was freaking out and I'm pretty sure I was hyperventilating. I called the Vet to let them know he was on his way and I'm sure I sounded like a mad woman trying to talk to her because I was completely out of breath :&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;oP&lt;/span&gt; Kenny pulled up a few minutes later and said Baxter was now fine and acting normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we still made him an &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;. and took him up to the Vet later on to see what was up. His Dr. said he may have epilepsy and that it's common among small dogs. She drew some blood and ran some tests to check his oxygen levels and whatever else. So she wrote him a prescription and if he has another seizure before a month's time we're suppose to give him this chewable tablet. She also detected a small murmur but she said she would check his heart again when we do a follow up. So I hope he doesn't have another seizure!! We both felt so bad for him..so of course he's getting some extra loving ;o) Anyway, I will leave you with these photos of me and my beloved Baxter. That last pic was disgusting (I think I puked a little in my mouth when that happened) but I sure would miss those kisses if anything ever happened to him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RcLCiJMlcLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KX7GpRD49Qg/s1600-h/DSC01764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RcLCiJMlcLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KX7GpRD49Qg/s400/DSC01764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026794025938940082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RcLDUJMlcMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jsNOX4b_udg/s1600-h/DSC01751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RcLDUJMlcMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jsNOX4b_udg/s400/DSC01751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026794884932399298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096710-4440623320261244582?l=wifeofabadass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeofabadass.blogspot.com/feeds/4440623320261244582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096710&amp;postID=4440623320261244582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096710/posts/default/4440623320261244582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096710/posts/default/4440623320261244582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeofabadass.blogspot.com/2007/02/yesterday-when-i-took-baxter-outside-he.html' title='So This is What Causes a Heart Attack?!'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753857294578803725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e213/Tabitha_Keith/Personal%20Pics/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RcLCiJMlcLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KX7GpRD49Qg/s72-c/DSC01764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096710.post-8396267477347222042</id><published>2007-01-19T18:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:42:19.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Handsome Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RbFiuoZaL0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/H9IJ9Yy_JbM/s1600-h/Sketch+of+Baxter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RbFiuoZaL0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/H9IJ9Yy_JbM/s400/Sketch+of+Baxter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021903612752310082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a sketch I drew of my handsome son, Baxter. This is probably one of my favorite sketches that I've done so far. I'm pretty proud of it...of course I know that someone else could do it better, but just knowing that I did my best is enough satisfaction for me. Anyway, I hope you like it. You can click it for a larger view ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096710-8396267477347222042?l=wifeofabadass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeofabadass.blogspot.com/feeds/8396267477347222042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096710&amp;postID=8396267477347222042&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096710/posts/default/8396267477347222042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096710/posts/default/8396267477347222042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeofabadass.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-handsome-dog.html' title='My Handsome Dog'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753857294578803725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e213/Tabitha_Keith/Personal%20Pics/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RbFiuoZaL0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/H9IJ9Yy_JbM/s72-c/Sketch+of+Baxter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096710.post-5927491962920277392</id><published>2007-01-07T12:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:42:20.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Some Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fuckin&lt;/span&gt;' rednecks, dude! We live in a small town in East Texas and I can't wait 'til my husband graduates so I can be back in Dallas!! And believe me we take a trip to Dallas every chance we get. This is a college town and the largest store they have is a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart; there is also a strip mall but it only has 3 dept. stores and it totally sucks! Okay, I'm through with that rant, now back to &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt;' rednecks! On our way to Dallas to celebrate New Year's we passed this person's pasture and I had to take a picture. The 2&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; pic. is from me zooming in on the 1st pic. to get a closer view, but it's a little blurry. You can click on the pic for a larger view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RaFFHYr2ObI/AAAAAAAAADs/SHSM6qKZay0/s1600-h/DSC03497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RaFFHYr2ObI/AAAAAAAAADs/SHSM6qKZay0/s200/DSC03497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017367453055203762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RaFFior2OcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/N67hF07HJc4/s1600-h/DSC03514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RaFFior2OcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/N67hF07HJc4/s200/DSC03514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017367921206639042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were unable to read the sign below it it says, "Christmas Stump $200.00"!! Now why the hell would I want to buy a stump?! Where the hell am I gonna put it? In the yard? Near my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trees&lt;/span&gt;? So instead I can decorate my own damn stump or I'll just decorate my own damn tree! By the looks of it I can spend 20 bucks tops! I'll keep my 200 dollars, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RaFIeor2OdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Dh4yw_WOt5g/s1600-h/DSC03495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RaFIeor2OdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Dh4yw_WOt5g/s200/DSC03495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017371151022045650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of trees we pass this one on our route to Dallas every time. I just think it's creepy looking. The way the two bottom branches come out and then up. And the house behind it is really old and looks like it's about to fall down (though you can't really tell from this pic.) which I think adds to the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;creepiness&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, maybe it's just me but it gives me the creeps...I would totally be scared if it was after dark. I picture an owl sitting on the branch of the tree and bats flying out the windows. But that's just me being a retard... ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096710-5927491962920277392?l=wifeofabadass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeofabadass.blogspot.com/feeds/5927491962920277392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096710&amp;postID=5927491962920277392&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096710/posts/default/5927491962920277392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096710/posts/default/5927491962920277392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeofabadass.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-some-things.html' title='Just Some Things'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753857294578803725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e213/Tabitha_Keith/Personal%20Pics/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RaFFHYr2ObI/AAAAAAAAADs/SHSM6qKZay0/s72-c/DSC03497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096710.post-2522958994575454147</id><published>2006-12-30T11:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:42:20.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Adorable Niece</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RZa0L7k4kWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7NuRKXNJr_I/s1600-h/DSC03036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RZa0L7k4kWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7NuRKXNJr_I/s320/DSC03036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014393352187580770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm a proud Aunt! I don't have any kids of my own so I live through my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;younger&lt;/span&gt; brother. As a matter of fact his wife is around 4-5 months pregnant and I will be getting another niece! Anyway, I don't get to see my niece very often since I live 2 1/2 hours away but every time I see her her little face lights up, she will be 2 on Feb. 1st, and if anyone is holding her she says, "I want Tabitha!". I love it!! I can't wait 'til she is old enough to take to the baseball games (Tx. Rangers) and able to stay overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RZaxd7k4kVI/AAAAAAAAACw/1NQ1Ma8Oypc/s1600-h/DSC02936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RZaxd7k4kVI/AAAAAAAAACw/1NQ1Ma8Oypc/s320/DSC02936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014390362890342738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For Christmas my parents and me &amp; Kenny went in half to buy her a play kitchen(we're poor college students!). This was her 1st Christmas to really be able to open presents on her own and be excited! I was able to capture her 1st expression when she saw her kitchenette; you may need to click the pic to really see her excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RZarfbk4kQI/AAAAAAAAACI/lXQA029C9ZE/s1600-h/DSC02947.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RZavIbk4kTI/AAAAAAAAACg/m0BajJmQois/s1600-h/DSC03022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RZavIbk4kTI/AAAAAAAAACg/m0BajJmQois/s320/DSC03022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014387794499899698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've gotten my digital camera (on her 1st birthday) I can't stop taking pics of her especially since I can delete the ones I don't like. I just take picture after picture in case I catch a great moment ;o) I've always loved taking pictures. I've been thinking about taking a few photography classes but I'm sure I would have to invest in a more expensive camera. But we'll see. This is one of my favorites because you can see her reflection. She's a pretty good model..I just kept telling her to look out the window..hehe. I hope I haven't bored you with my bragging. But I do have the cutest niece ever!! :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096710-2522958994575454147?l=wifeofabadass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeofabadass.blogspot.com/feeds/2522958994575454147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096710&amp;postID=2522958994575454147&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096710/posts/default/2522958994575454147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096710/posts/default/2522958994575454147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeofabadass.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-adorable-niece.html' title='My Adorable Niece'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753857294578803725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e213/Tabitha_Keith/Personal%20Pics/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RZa0L7k4kWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7NuRKXNJr_I/s72-c/DSC03036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096710.post-2019828096604340773</id><published>2006-12-28T14:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:42:21.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>So it's a tradition to celebrate Christmas with my in-law's on Christmas Eve.  It's the same every year...eat turkey &amp; dressing for lunch, around 6 PM open presents, and then re-heat lunch for dinner. And of course in between the nieces &amp;amp; nephew (ages around 7, 8, &amp; 10) running around the house being wild &amp;amp; giving me a huge headache!! I love 'em, but they're not disciplined! They don't listen and when you tell them to do something they're a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;smartass&lt;/span&gt;. Kids like that are very annoying and makes me not want to have kids of my own. Of course you tell yourself my kids won't do that! But how do you know? I know they won't be &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; like that...I won't sit back and watch them do something wrong and wait for other people do the disciplining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the fact that the kids were getting on my nerves a little. I really did enjoy myself. The in-laws pulled out all &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; old photos, most I haven't seen before, and us adults sat around the table looking at old memories. I got to see a bunch of pictures of Kenny (my husband) as a child and I must say he was so damn cute! Now after what I said above I'm thinking about having kids again..&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I want a little Kenny running around!! But that of course can wait until after we graduate college and get a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The in-laws got me some perfume by Britney Spears which I think I will exchange for Ralph Lauren &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Glamourous&lt;/span&gt; just because it's my fave! They also got me a pretty keepsake box which contained lotion, body wash, soaps, &amp; loofah which was wrapped in the box below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RZQvhbk4kNI/AAAAAAAAABo/K9SXDKCS_ZY/s1600-h/DSC03074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RZQvhbk4kNI/AAAAAAAAABo/K9SXDKCS_ZY/s200/DSC03074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013684536554852562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was HILARIOUS!!! My mother-n-law is so sweet and innocent that to wrap my gift in this was just too funny. I'm pretty sure that she went to a store and asked if they had some empty boxes so she could wrap presents in and she didn't even read what was on the box! So I'm guessing this is a hint that I stink...perfume, lotions, soaps, all wrapped up in a douche box!! *&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096710-2019828096604340773?l=wifeofabadass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeofabadass.blogspot.com/feeds/2019828096604340773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096710&amp;postID=2019828096604340773&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096710/posts/default/2019828096604340773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096710/posts/default/2019828096604340773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeofabadass.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753857294578803725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e213/Tabitha_Keith/Personal%20Pics/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RZQvhbk4kNI/AAAAAAAAABo/K9SXDKCS_ZY/s72-c/DSC03074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096710.post-5828256423337401957</id><published>2006-12-23T21:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:42:21.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas &amp; a Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy what is our Christmas tree. I put it up and decorated it all by myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RYn6W7k4kLI/AAAAAAAAABU/shsyrmmUKgw/s1600-h/DSC02834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RYn6W7k4kLI/AAAAAAAAABU/shsyrmmUKgw/s320/DSC02834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010811332282847410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know you don't really want to know any of these things about me but in the spirit of memes, here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Egg nog or hot chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hot chocolate and I love loads of marshmellows or whip cream!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He wraps them of course! Unless it's a tricylce or train set :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Colored lights on tree/house or white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I like white on the tree and house. Though I have colored on our tree at the moment because they came with the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you hang mistletoe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nope, I don't have to have a mistletoe to get kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When do you put your decorations up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The day after Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite holiday dish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dressing! I could eat a plate full of just dressing...my mom makes the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite holiday memory as a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Helping Mom decorate the tree and helping Dad decorate the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I honestly don't remember. I probably just figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We celebrate Christmas on Christmas Eve at my In-laws and we open our presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How do you decorate your Christmas tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lights, ornaments, tree topper....what else?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Snow! Love it or dread it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I would love it if we ever got snow!! I'd love to move to Colorado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Can you ice skate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've tried once when I was a teenager and hugged the wall the whole time...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you remember your favorite gift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I was 15 my parents got me a coloring book (Of course it wasn't the only gift) &amp; I love to color so I'm flipping through the pages and every so often I would find a 20 dollar bill. They put 5 20's within the pages! Of course my younger brother got the same thing and tossed it to the side until he saw me pulling out cash :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's the most important thing about the Holidays for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Of course being with friends and family especially the ones you only see around the holidays. I also love to watch my nieces and nephews open their presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favorite holiday dessert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My mom's peach cobbler, cheesecake, &amp; banana pudding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your favorite holiday tradition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eating dinner with family, watching the football game (Go Cowboys!) and opening presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What tops your tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Right now it's Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Which do you prefer giving or receiving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Definately giving. I could buy multiple presents for one person if my husband let me or if we had enough money :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your favorite Christmas song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O Holy Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Candy canes! Yuck or yum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They're alright, but too sticky! Kinda like Dale's face, but we all know that's not from candy canes :D&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to be tagged just be tagged ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096710-5828256423337401957?l=wifeofabadass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeofabadass.blogspot.com/feeds/5828256423337401957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096710&amp;postID=5828256423337401957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096710/posts/default/5828256423337401957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096710/posts/default/5828256423337401957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeofabadass.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry Christmas &amp; a Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753857294578803725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e213/Tabitha_Keith/Personal%20Pics/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RYn6W7k4kLI/AAAAAAAAABU/shsyrmmUKgw/s72-c/DSC02834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096710.post-7156216933172517907</id><published>2006-12-21T14:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T14:38:25.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the Very Best Thing in the World?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;According to kids:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Being a celebrity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Good looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Being rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Being healthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pop music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Families&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Nice Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Watching  films&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Heaven/God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God is number 10? I don't expect it to be number 1 on everyone's list, but number 10? Food beat out God on the list! WOW that's amazing...it's actually kind of funny. I actually saw this on the Daily Show with Jon Stewart you can watch the clip &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.comedycentral.com/motherload/index.jhtml?ml_video=79947"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. This show is best on the universe of course besides the Colbert Report that guy is a genius! So what's your top 10 list?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096710-7156216933172517907?l=wifeofabadass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeofabadass.blogspot.com/feeds/7156216933172517907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096710&amp;postID=7156216933172517907&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096710/posts/default/7156216933172517907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096710/posts/default/7156216933172517907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeofabadass.blogspot.com/2006/12/whats-very-best-thing-in-world.html' title='What&apos;s the Very Best Thing in the World?'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753857294578803725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e213/Tabitha_Keith/Personal%20Pics/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096710.post-7941370093250786015</id><published>2006-12-20T14:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T21:21:47.719-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter to Santa &amp; a Christmas Story</title><content type='html'>Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really wasn't my fault what happened at Dale's Christmas party. It was Michael who spiked the punch with too much alcohol. I can't help it if I drank 12 glasses. It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;good--smelled and tasted just like cinnamon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was funny when I put Kenny's boxers on my head and danced the salsa on the chair while singing 'Dance, Dance'. I didn't mean to break Dale's radio and don't know why Dale would sue me for assault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember calling Bobby's wife a fat cow--even though she looked like one with purple eye shadow and black lipstick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I threw up on Misty's husband's legs, it was only because I ate too much of that hamburger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my '55 Ford through my neighbor's living room. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a ugly dog and have me arrested for indecent exposure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all wide-eyed and crazy. And I'm really not to blame for any of this horrible stuff. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please &lt;/span&gt;bring me what I want the most--bail money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely and always yours,&lt;br /&gt;Tabitha (Really a nice girl!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It's only 27 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was fun and I had to use my blog buddies ;o) You can do one of your own &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.wtv-zone.com/LadyBoheme/dearsanta.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know this post is stupid but I gotta say my life's a little boring at the moment...gotta find something to do now that school's out. I guess I could get a job...no, wait...fuck that it's Christmas time I would never get a break!! I have worked in retail for 3 yrs. I know how busy it gets and you couldn't imagine how bad it is on Christmas Eve I would ring up customers purchases and turn around and gift wrap them, the funny thing is that most customers on Christmas Eve are MEN go figure!! Why do you wait 'til the last possible minute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember me and Kenny's first Christmas together. We had just gotten married the month before (Nov. 12th 1999) &amp;amp; we only dated 9 mths. before we got married so this was our very 1st Christmas. Anyways, on Christmas Eve we were going to exchange presents (we lived w/my parents at the time). And Kenny's like, "I gotta go, be right back" and he gets in the car and leaves. Comes back from Beall's with my gift!! He bought me a nice sweater, jeans, perfume, and a watch!! Too much stuff! And that's one thing that I notice about men buying gifts at the last possible minute and I mean 2 minutes 'til closing time on Christmas Eve, you end up spending more than you have to. Kenny probably spent 150 bucks on my present because he was trying to make up for waiting at the last minute to get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096710-7941370093250786015?l=wifeofabadass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeofabadass.blogspot.com/feeds/7941370093250786015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096710&amp;postID=7941370093250786015&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096710/posts/default/7941370093250786015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096710/posts/default/7941370093250786015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeofabadass.blogspot.com/2006/12/dear-santa-i-have-been-good-girl.html' title='A Letter to Santa &amp; a Christmas Story'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753857294578803725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e213/Tabitha_Keith/Personal%20Pics/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096710.post-4544693762443334315</id><published>2006-12-19T00:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:42:22.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two of the Three Loves of my Life</title><content type='html'>I guess this is kind of a pointless post, but I wanted to show you some pics of my 2 dogs. These 2 pics are of Hank Jennings Cash ;) he is the newest addition to the family and he is a little over 3 months old. I thought the pic of him yawning was hilarious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RYeQSLk4kHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qF0UaFH0X88/s1600-h/DSC02382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RYeQSLk4kHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qF0UaFH0X88/s200/DSC02382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010131752492503154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RYeQork4kII/AAAAAAAAAAk/6Gl-zbgRQsQ/s1600-h/DSC02618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RYeQork4kII/AAAAAAAAAAk/6Gl-zbgRQsQ/s200/DSC02618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010132139039559810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These 2 are of Baxter Von Dutch (of course Hank is also in the 2&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; one). Baxter is a year and 3 months. I think they both look &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;muscular&lt;/span&gt; in the 2&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RYeRh7k4kJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/su3HJdWgwsQ/s1600-h/DSC02583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RYeRh7k4kJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/su3HJdWgwsQ/s200/DSC02583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010133122587070610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RYeTfbk4kKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/iLfvgr7oqC8/s1600-h/DSC02549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RYeTfbk4kKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/iLfvgr7oqC8/s200/DSC02549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010135278660653218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, besides Kenny these 2 boys are the loves of my life ;) We don't have kids so they are very spoiled...so what! They are my companions and my best friends...and yes, I talk to them like they're babies!! I don't care if you think I'm retarded....I love my dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096710-4544693762443334315?l=wifeofabadass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeofabadass.blogspot.com/feeds/4544693762443334315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096710&amp;postID=4544693762443334315&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096710/posts/default/4544693762443334315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096710/posts/default/4544693762443334315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeofabadass.blogspot.com/2006/12/two-of-three-loves-of-my-life.html' title='Two of the Three Loves of my Life'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753857294578803725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e213/Tabitha_Keith/Personal%20Pics/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blToOI1VlTg/RYeQSLk4kHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qF0UaFH0X88/s72-c/DSC02382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096710.post-7229912765110173666</id><published>2006-12-16T22:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T22:59:04.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The World's Oldest Person.....</title><content type='html'>...dies at age 116. Yes, I know this is old news. She died on Dec. 11th in a nursing home. But I was just thinking about the number of grandchildren she had which totals 560!! 560 grandchildren people!! And I was thinking about it because we're close to Christmas and could you imagine trying to buy Christmas presents for all them damn people?! That's probably a retarded question cause I woudn't do it (I was gonna throw in how retarded Dale is, but I'm not sure if I'm ready to go there just yet :o)...here's the article if your interested &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20061212/ap_on_re_us/obit_oldest_person"&gt;click here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096710-7229912765110173666?l=wifeofabadass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeofabadass.blogspot.com/feeds/7229912765110173666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096710&amp;postID=7229912765110173666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096710/posts/default/7229912765110173666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096710/posts/default/7229912765110173666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeofabadass.blogspot.com/2006/12/worlds-oldest-person.html' title='The World&apos;s Oldest Person.....'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753857294578803725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e213/Tabitha_Keith/Personal%20Pics/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096710.post-6308157068165707524</id><published>2006-12-16T12:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T16:59:00.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyed</title><content type='html'>I don't know why my profile says I'm a Pisces because I'm not! I'm an Aquarius. I don't really care, but it always seems like no matter what I do shit don't do right! Kinda like this Beta bullshit! Now after I sign in I have to sign in again using my Google account. Kenny says, "Well, did you go to your e-mail and confirm it?" No! So I go to MY e-mail and confirm it and it shows its been confirmed and has a link I can press to check it out. BUT when I go to check it out it shows Kenny's e-mail address. WTF?!? It was sent to my e-mail so why is it showing Kenny's? So I guess from now on I have to sign in twice! How annoying!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are other things that have not done right for me and I'm talking non complicated shit like what I said above that should be so fuckin' easy to do, but I can't remember at the moment. Unlike my Chinese Zodiac Year: Monkey; that says I have an EXCELLENT memory :D If you wanna check out your Zodiac  &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.c-c-c.org/chineseculture/zodiac/Monkey.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;click here bastid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096710-6308157068165707524?l=wifeofabadass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeofabadass.blogspot.com/feeds/6308157068165707524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096710&amp;postID=6308157068165707524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096710/posts/default/6308157068165707524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096710/posts/default/6308157068165707524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeofabadass.blogspot.com/2006/12/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753857294578803725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e213/Tabitha_Keith/Personal%20Pics/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096710.post-116606938960598725</id><published>2006-12-13T21:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:09:49.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet</title><content type='html'>So I think this title sums up this post. DIET!! I need to be the biggest loser...well not really I don't have that much to lose, but I could stand to lose 30 #'s. Yesterday I bought a bunch of fruits and vegetables and was going to start today, but plans change so it will have to start tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start with the Detox Phase where I can only eat fruits and vegetables with some protein coming from plain yogurt and egg whites. This phase will last for 9 days...9 days people! I hope I can make it. As you know I was suppose to start today, but I had a slice of chocolate cake. Dammit I can't even go without cake on the FIRST day. I talked myself into eating it by saying I just made this cake yesterday and it's the last slice so I can't just throw it out. Right? After I eat it it will be gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been telling myself everyday for like 6 mths. "Tomorrow you need to start your diet." And I just don't, how lazy is that? I need a motivator! I've tried to get my husband to help me out or go on a diet with me, but he won't. It's hard to not think about eating chocolate when your husbands sitting there shoving a brownie down his throat. I'd just rather it (unhealthy foods) not be in my house so it doesn't tempt me. I think I will be okay if I can just discipline myself and get through these first 9 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096710-116606938960598725?l=wifeofabadass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeofabadass.blogspot.com/feeds/116606938960598725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096710&amp;postID=116606938960598725&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096710/posts/default/116606938960598725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096710/posts/default/116606938960598725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeofabadass.blogspot.com/2006/12/diet.html' title='Diet'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753857294578803725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e213/Tabitha_Keith/Personal%20Pics/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096710.post-116587056875134097</id><published>2006-12-11T14:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T15:43:02.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinup girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4347/3501/1600/517304/closeup2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4347/3501/200/538392/closeup2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click for larger image)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so this is my first post. Please look past my punctuation and grammar I am not an English major. I probably won't post very much unless I'm in the mood. So for this first post I am posting one of my most recent sketches that I did off of one of my shirts. I used left over vellum paper from my interior design class so in the close ups where the pencil is the darkest the paper has wrinkled...so it's not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4347/3501/1600/850080/pinup%20girl%20sketch3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4347/3501/320/654235/pinup%20girl%20sketch3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(click for larger image)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096710-116587056875134097?l=wifeofabadass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeofabadass.blogspot.com/feeds/116587056875134097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096710&amp;postID=116587056875134097&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096710/posts/default/116587056875134097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096710/posts/default/116587056875134097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeofabadass.blogspot.com/2006/12/pinup-girl.html' title='Pinup girl'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753857294578803725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e213/Tabitha_Keith/Personal%20Pics/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
