<?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-6398367</id><updated>2011-12-14T21:48:46.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Chicken Head with Cold Feet</title><subtitle type='html'>This statement describes a person who has great intentions but never acts on them for one reason or another, like ME!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>323</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-116145661957172918</id><published>2006-10-21T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T14:50:19.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking A Break</title><content type='html'>I haven't been very loyal to this blog.  I have been blogging more on &lt;a href="http://gracehopeandfaith.blogspot.com"&gt;My Journey's Blog&lt;/a&gt;.  I have just gotten to the point where keeping up 2 blogs is too much for me right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't stop reading yours.  You will still see my face around the blog world but just not here for right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-116145661957172918?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/116145661957172918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=116145661957172918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/116145661957172918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/116145661957172918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/10/taking-break.html' title='Taking A Break'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-116008436994856762</id><published>2006-10-17T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T22:28:00.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kids</title><content type='html'>Are truly precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day we say the Pledge.  We have talked about being respectful and all that jazz.  Every day we also sing a patriotic song.  Today we sang the National Anthem.  They sing it with the most amazing little voices.  They get excited when they see it is the song for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just makes me love my country for our freedom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-116008436994856762?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/116008436994856762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=116008436994856762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/116008436994856762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/116008436994856762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-kids.html' title='My Kids'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-116043534206108517</id><published>2006-10-09T19:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T19:09:02.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Needed Day</title><content type='html'>Having a day off was PERFECT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept in late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished Angels and Demons.  Not the greatest book by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched tv and played on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grumps planted tulip bulbs.  Yes, he is my little gardener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on a bike ride.  It is my new little hobby.  Okay, not a hobby but I finally bought a bike.  I actually enjoy it.  EXCEPT Grumps is in such amazing shape that he makes me look like a lump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed a good homemade dinner out on the deck.  The conversation was perfect and so was my wine.  I felt so connected with Grumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am back in bed enjoying more tv and computer time.  Cookies are in the oven.  Grumps will be heading to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-116043534206108517?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/116043534206108517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=116043534206108517&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/116043534206108517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/116043534206108517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/10/needed-day.html' title='A Needed Day'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115983940359674178</id><published>2006-10-09T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T14:07:58.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Afraid</title><content type='html'>Do you think he is for real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is up with the musicians' heads covered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little afraid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="%27http://us.i1.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/player/media/swf/FLVVideoSolo.swf%27" flashvars="'id=" emailurl="http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.yahoo.com%2Futil%2Fmail%3Fei%3DUTF-8%26vid%3D08f6908bec22de942b9621ad6bd308c6.722639%26cache%3D1&amp;imUrl=" imtitle="onepa_norm&amp;amp;searchUrl=" p="&amp;amp;profileUrl=" yid="&amp;amp;creatorValue=" vid="08f6908bec22de942b9621ad6bd308c6.722639'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115983940359674178?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115983940359674178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115983940359674178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115983940359674178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115983940359674178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-afraid.html' title='I Am Afraid'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-116008412020533068</id><published>2006-10-05T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T17:35:20.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Backpack</title><content type='html'>My classroom has been described as a mini United Nations.  It seems that every culture and people are represented.  Because of that I have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit working at my 'desk' and smell an AWFUL smell.  This goes on for weeks.  I have figured out the smell but don't know what to do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A curry smelling backpack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the smell of curry being cooked at dinner time.  I don't like the smell of curry coating a backpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I thought I was going to just going to gag.  I couldn't take it any longer.  I decided to handle this little problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled out the Febreeze and sprayed ALL the backpacks.  The problem is solved for now at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that reminds me of the awful smell that I couldn't get rid off 2 years ago.  It smelled like a dead animal.  One day I let my nose do some sniffing and found where the smell was the strongest.  I found a tupperware container.  I was afraid.  I began to open it and realized that it was my students snack from weeks ago.  It was Vietnamese food!  I almost threw up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE BEING A TEACHER!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-116008412020533068?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/116008412020533068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=116008412020533068&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/116008412020533068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/116008412020533068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/10/backpack.html' title='The Backpack'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115958092157203081</id><published>2006-10-05T06:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T06:11:35.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Model</title><content type='html'>Anyone watching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone sick of Tyra yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone giggling on the inside because she is not rail thin anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I am to all of the above!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115958092157203081?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115958092157203081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115958092157203081&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115958092157203081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115958092157203081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/10/top-model.html' title='Top Model'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115995635086810256</id><published>2006-10-04T06:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T06:05:50.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dentist</title><content type='html'>I actually had fun with my dentist yesterday.  She was fun to talk too.  She treated like an equal which was nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT is there a reason why when she dumbed me she also had to numb my throat and tongue?  It took forever to wear off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the white fillings that they give now. They make my teeth look so pretty BUT they sure make my teeth sensitive.  I woke up with my tooth hurting.  NOT FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I am done with the dentist.  Maybe I should truly start to floss.  Cavities really aren't fun or cheap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115995635086810256?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115995635086810256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115995635086810256&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115995635086810256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115995635086810256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-dentist.html' title='My Dentist'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115958148599855711</id><published>2006-10-02T19:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T21:03:38.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>miss little chicken</title><content type='html'>I have decided that I need to really get my crazy body back into shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to cut out bad foods or atleast limited my consumption of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest change has been getting up a little earlier for a walk/run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up, turn on the news, and get my workout clothes.  Itsy gets all excited as soon as she sees my tennis shoes on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is super dark in my neighborhood.  We really only have a couple of street lights. So I take my little white fluff of a dog to guard me.  She is such a chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We come to the darkest part of our walk and she refuses to move.  I am TICKED!  I got up early to walk not drag a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I would give her one more chance.  I believed that she would be better this time.  We start on our walk and she only makes it half way down the side walk when she decides to dig and and completely stop.  DOGS shouldn't decide when they go and where they go on a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drug her little butt right back to the house.  Forget it!  I will NOT give her another chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115958148599855711?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115958148599855711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115958148599855711&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115958148599855711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115958148599855711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/10/miss-little-chicken.html' title='miss little chicken'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115958111768503963</id><published>2006-09-29T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T19:40:36.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>KFC</title><content type='html'>The other day Grumps and I were too busy to think about dinner.  We both were craving KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove up to the menu/speaker.  I was ending a conversation with a friend.  I asked the lady to give me just a minute.  5 seconds later she asked if I was ready.  Not in a polite voice either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask a few questions and she gets very short with me.  NO ONE IS BEHIND ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did she think she was being short and rude to me when I was buying fried chicken from her?  I felt rushed, frazzled, and just plain shocked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115958111768503963?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115958111768503963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115958111768503963&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115958111768503963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115958111768503963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/09/kfc.html' title='KFC'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115957960309521342</id><published>2006-09-29T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T21:26:43.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Target</title><content type='html'>Has anyone been to Target lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sell Coach purses now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sell some very expensive name brand jeans and pants now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did Target become expensive and mall like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  had a basket full clothes and went to the dressing room.  When did they count carefully the 6 things you are allowed to take in?  Then count the items you bring out?  I felt like a shoplifter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was in some strange place.  Not sure if I liked it.  Yes, I got some cute things and makeup BUT what happened to the old home grown Target?  HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115957960309521342?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115957960309521342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115957960309521342&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115957960309521342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115957960309521342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/09/target.html' title='Target'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115663495981247084</id><published>2006-09-20T06:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T06:38:32.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Topless Car Wash</title><content type='html'>What a laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=7632211729087286881&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115663495981247084?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115663495981247084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115663495981247084&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115663495981247084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115663495981247084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/09/topless-car-wash.html' title='Topless Car Wash'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115831654474913518</id><published>2006-09-15T06:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T06:35:44.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK GOD</title><content type='html'>It's Friday and I have an internal alarm clock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5:59am.  I laid back down to wait for the alarm to go over. I waited and waited.  Finally I thought that there was no way a minute could be that long.  Sure enough it was 6:05 am and it never went off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would had made Friday suck if I had slept till 8:00am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a great weekend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115831654474913518?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115831654474913518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115831654474913518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115831654474913518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115831654474913518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/09/thank-god.html' title='THANK GOD'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115827923286372177</id><published>2006-09-14T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T06:36:30.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This and Thats</title><content type='html'>Today really should have been Friday. It felt like a Friday all day long. The kids acted like it was Friday. WHY COULDN'T HAVE BEEN FRIDAY?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the mall on my way home. I have been in desperate need of my mascara from Sophoria. I parked at Macy's in the men's section. I stopped in a few stores and bought other things that I really didn't need. I found the new Forever 21 store for grown ups and fell in love. Because today was a rainy day I wasn't in the mood to try on clothes. On my way back through the mall I really wanted something to eat or drink. I have a Caribou Coffee car burning a hole in my pocket. I checked the Directory and realized that it was out of my way back to Macy's. I get to Macy's and feel slightly lost. Why does everything look different? Maybe I am suppose to be upstairs. I go upstairs to the men's department and still feel out of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE DID I PARK? The thought was screaming through my head. I knew it was Macy's/Men's Department. Nothing looked the same. I panicked for a brief moment. How would I ever find my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out to a directory and realized that there are now 2 Macy's. Ummm how was I suppose to know that. I didn't feel so stupid after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, on my way into the right Macy's there was a mom and her little girl. The girl was fascinated with the mannequins. She asked if they were real. The mom said, "Are they moving or look real?" The little girl said, "Nope." Then the mom said, "And they really are pasting white. no one is that white sweetheart." I couldn't stop laughing. It was such a cute response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay none of that was as funny as the actually experience.  Just humor me!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115827923286372177?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115827923286372177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115827923286372177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115827923286372177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115827923286372177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-and-thats.html' title='This and Thats'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115823168933491038</id><published>2006-09-14T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T07:01:29.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>When my alarm went off this morning I rolled over and sighed, "Yeah, It's Friday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized, "UGH it is just Thursday!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115823168933491038?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115823168933491038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115823168933491038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115823168933491038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115823168933491038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/09/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115805703315598641</id><published>2006-09-12T06:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T06:30:33.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Air</title><content type='html'>I feel a change in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall is on its way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept with the windows open last night. It was a perfect night. I am hoping that today stays nice and crisp. Let me check the weather. (That is really why I am down here so early)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High 74/Cloudy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it stays under 74 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow it is going to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall is my favorite season.  The air is always so perfect.  Crisp!  The colors amaze me of God's beauty.  Vibrant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you have a perfect day today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115805703315598641?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115805703315598641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115805703315598641&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115805703315598641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115805703315598641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-air.html' title='In the Air'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115783450533133181</id><published>2006-09-09T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T16:41:45.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Insurance Man 2</title><content type='html'>Got a voice mail today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We just wanted to let you know that Mr. Idiot Man who didn't share his umbrella got his estimate.  His damage is $900."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE *&amp;^%&amp;amp;amp;*(*&amp;*&amp;amp;**(^^#@!@#@#%(*&amp;amp;^$^%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grumps just couldn't believe it.  I am the one who found the damage for Mr. Idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER AGAIN WILL I PLAY NICE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will have the insurance take care of it along with our damage now. Nice $250 deductible AND a lovely increase of 15% of our insurance each month for the next 3 years. NICE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115783450533133181?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115783450533133181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115783450533133181&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115783450533133181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115783450533133181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/09/insurance-man-2.html' title='Insurance Man 2'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115663573589426739</id><published>2006-09-09T08:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T08:22:14.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are We Serious?</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-3382491587979249836&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Grumps swears it is a look a like.  I believe it is really him.  What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115663573589426739?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115663573589426739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115663573589426739&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115663573589426739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115663573589426739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/09/are-we-serious.html' title='Are We Serious?'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115767742593884570</id><published>2006-09-07T21:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T21:03:45.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Insurance Man</title><content type='html'>I got the call today.  The idiot man called in the accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were too busy to take my call before they closed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting to call tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grumps is not happy with any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He might call for me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed that all is well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might just hurt Grumps if he doesn't shut up about it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is on my last nerve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is still talking about it all as I type.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115767742593884570?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115767742593884570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115767742593884570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115767742593884570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115767742593884570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/09/insurance-man.html' title='Insurance Man'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115767680635848176</id><published>2006-09-07T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T20:53:26.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bad Word</title><content type='html'>What do  you think of the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;piss&lt;/span&gt;?  I don't swear.  I only jokingly say words that are considered 'bad'.  BUT lately I have really taken to the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;piss&lt;/span&gt;.  Yes I am sure I am getting laughs right now to even consider it a 'bad' word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up I always thought that word was rude and vulgar.  I really hated it.  Now it just seems to fit most days or thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pissed&lt;/span&gt; me off." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pissed&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pissy&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only other really bad word is suck or shit in German. HA! I did say, beaotch yesterday about some stupid person at work. I felt bad afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't make fun of me too much BUT do you use my bad word?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115767680635848176?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115767680635848176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115767680635848176&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115767680635848176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115767680635848176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-bad-word.html' title='My Bad Word'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115663586703615128</id><published>2006-09-06T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T18:38:36.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap Trick</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=6304447980554417691&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I was shocked that Grumps hadn't tried this yet with his gassy self!!!! He couldn't stop laughing when he saw it. He did talk of tricks like this in college! I bet he will try this now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115663586703615128?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115663586703615128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115663586703615128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115663586703615128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115663586703615128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/09/cheap-trick.html' title='Cheap Trick'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115750412400794893</id><published>2006-09-05T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T20:55:26.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling and Fast</title><content type='html'>It is a little after 8:30 pm and I am already falling asleep.  What does that tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep! You guessed it! School started back today. All those little lovely faces came into my room with backpacks full of supplies ready to dump them at my feet. I sat down only long enough to read a story and eat lunch in under 20 minutes. My feet, legs, head, throat, you name it, hurts today. I refuse to go to bed right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ready for today. After 7 years of teaching it really becomes old hat. But this morning I was first caught off guard with the rain. Not just rain but BUCKETS of rain. I had my wipers on high before I made it through the first intersection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that first intersection I got in a little fender bender. YEP, that is right, I got into an accident, in the rain, on my first day of school. I didn't want to get stuck behind 3 buses so I decided to 'cut' someone off to get into the left lane. That nice old man decided that he wasn't going to let that happen this morning and decided to gun it and not let me in. It is raining, my wipers are on full blast, and my music is up. I don't hear him and BAM! I felt him. I stood in the rain for 10 minutes without an umbrella. Of course the old man didn't share his. Of course my car had nice big scrapes on the side. Of course his BIG SUV wasn't touched except for an inch of a small scratch that you can't see but only feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged info. The cop came and told us that we were fine. BUT I was ticked and wet and still had 25 minutes of driving time left BEFORE I even set foot into my classroom which is in a trailer where I stood in the rain for another 40 minutes greeting kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had one glass of my favorite wine. I am off to finish the bottle while begging my eyes to stay awake! I just love this time of year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115750412400794893?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115750412400794893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115750412400794893&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115750412400794893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115750412400794893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/09/falling-and-fast.html' title='Falling and Fast'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115737843347226835</id><published>2006-09-04T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T10:00:33.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Problem</title><content type='html'>I have a problem.  Grumps wasn't very happy with this problem last night.  It happens often.  I am hoping that I am not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall asleep when I am tired at people's houses.  I am suppose to be nice and funny and talkative but instead I fall asleep.  I try EVERYTHING to stay awake.  I get up.  Go to the bathroom.  Drink water.  Eat a snack.  Sit up.  Talk and ask questions.  But when I am tired there is nothing I can do.  I will be midsentence and fall flat asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home from our friends' house last night Grumps wouldn't shut up about how bad I was.  He made me feel so awful.  I even emailed my friend apologizing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else have this problem?  Any suggestions to keeping me awake?  It really isn't very nice but when  you are tired you are tired!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115737843347226835?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115737843347226835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115737843347226835&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115737843347226835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115737843347226835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/09/problem.html' title='A Problem'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115663515736270151</id><published>2006-08-29T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T21:05:38.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Video to Brighten Your Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=8718728501056290731&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115663515736270151?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115663515736270151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115663515736270151&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115663515736270151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115663515736270151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-video-to-brighten-your-day.html' title='Just a Video to Brighten Your Day'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115663460546234622</id><published>2006-08-26T19:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T19:23:25.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mastercard Commercial</title><content type='html'>Snaps found this today.  Grumps and I watched it twice and couldn't stop laughing about it.  I just had to pass it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-5864097001633806354&amp;hl=en"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115663460546234622?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115663460546234622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115663460546234622&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115663460546234622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115663460546234622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/08/mastercard-commercial.html' title='Mastercard Commercial'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115662364470997379</id><published>2006-08-26T16:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T16:20:45.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>8th Grade Math SUCKS!</title><content type='html'>Okay it didn't suck that bad since I actually passed this test but man it was hard.  Way too hard for my brain on a Saturday.  Thanks &lt;a href="http://trialsandtribsofnowheregirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;NWG&lt;/a&gt; for this challenge.  I just had to see if I could do it.  When I saw the problems I just knew I would flunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CDDEFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Passed 8th Grade Math&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/passed.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you got 7/10 correct!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/"&gt;Could You Pass 8th Grade Math?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115662364470997379?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115662364470997379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115662364470997379&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115662364470997379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115662364470997379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/08/8th-grade-math-sucks.html' title='8th Grade Math SUCKS!'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115633939924894381</id><published>2006-08-23T09:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T09:23:19.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTHING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1461/1580/1600/karaoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1461/1580/320/karaoke.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have nothing to blog about. I looked through my drafts and everything is beyond stupid. I am not in the mood for a meme right now. It is just too early. But maybe later on today.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a little notebook this week that I have now named My Brain. Yesterday while I was at the dentist I made my list for my karaoke party. I guess I haven't told you guys about that. I am having a karaoke party on Friday. I will provide the drinks and party fun while everyone brings a finger food to share. It is the food part that always stresses me out. I love my food that I make but I just work too hard on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to have two karaoke stations so that no one hogged it but then I decided everyone will just want to be together. I also want opportunity for prizes. Like the King and Queen of Karaoke. The best... The worst... This is where you come it in. Help me think of some funny Bests and Worsts or whatever. My &lt;a href="http://gracehopeandfaith.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-crazy-brain.html"&gt;brain is mush&lt;/a&gt; and really can't put it to use very much right now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115633939924894381?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115633939924894381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115633939924894381&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115633939924894381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115633939924894381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/08/nothing.html' title='NOTHING'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114658350954391421</id><published>2006-08-21T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T23:48:37.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid black;" border="0" width="450"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your walk is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Dandy'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/dandy.gif" alt="QuizGalaxy.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=78"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is totally my walk. I like to sass and walk with my hands flopping to and fro. I like to walk leading with my chest. Okay I can't help that one but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO WALKS LIKE THIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*This has been listed as DRAFT for forever!  I guess it is time to pull it out of the vault!  It has been one of those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114658350954391421?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114658350954391421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114658350954391421&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114658350954391421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114658350954391421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-walk.html' title='My Walk'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115603717433400361</id><published>2006-08-20T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T16:00:03.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunchboxes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/lunchbox.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/400/lunchbox.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am a teacher I am constantly on the search for the perfect lunchbox that my kids would just love and I still could look cool with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I got a cute lady bug lunchbox. I wanted something more kid like but they didn't have anything that was me. I wanted a Strawberry Shortcake lunchbox like when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found a GREAT &lt;a href="http://lunchboxes.com"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; that has my lunchbox. I couldn't believe that they actually had the metal Strawberry Shortcake lunchbox that I hit a big kid on the head in the very back of the bus. (He was being mean and I just couldn't have any of it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I had to have this lunchbox. I began to go through the process to purchase it. $12.95 wasn't all that much. BUT when it came down to the final total, I just couldn't go through with it. $20 is just a little too much for a lunchbox. Shipping ended up being $8. WHATEVER!!! So now I am back to square one on the lunchbox search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen any cool ones recently?  What was your lunchbox as a kid?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115603717433400361?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115603717433400361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115603717433400361&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115603717433400361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115603717433400361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/08/lunchboxes.html' title='Lunchboxes'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115599889645903867</id><published>2006-08-19T20:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T20:46:46.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Reading</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking long and hard how can I get back into the blogging world.  &lt;a href="http://www.gracehopeandfaith.blogspot.com"&gt;My Journeys Blog&lt;/a&gt; is coming along just fine, but there is not much on this end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I was scrolling down my blog and realized that my stack of books has changed a bit. I actually did some reading this summer and can remove some of those books. They have either been returned to their owners or placed up on the shelf. They are no longer piled up beside my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book took me FOREVER to read. I complained through the entire book. &lt;a href="http://www.reviewsofbooks.com/devil_wears_prada/"&gt;the devil wears prada&lt;/a&gt; was painful. If felt like I was working my way through The Nanny's Diary all over again, which I never did finish. I have to say that once I got to the end, yes I couldn't stop reading it either, I was pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many months I finally finished &lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/catalog/display.pperl?isbn=9780385510455&amp;view=oonline"&gt;The Broker&lt;/a&gt;. It was a good read. It was also a slow read. I stopped reading it at one point in the middle of the book because a better book came along. If you are a John Grisham reader you should read this book. If he annoys you at times, skip this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend gave me a book to read this summer. She said that it is an awful story but very funny. I took her up on it and plowed my through a book that made me want to take a shower. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/031242227X/103-8493740-2492602?v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155"&gt;Running With Scissors&lt;/a&gt; isn't a book for the light at heart. It deals with many awful things in detail BUT from a young boy's perspective. It was a great read but I felt very dirty when I was done. The book is now going to be a &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0439289/"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt;. I will have to watch and see just what they do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago I watched a movie on TBS, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0671729411/104-0724419-7363138?v=glance&amp;n=283155&amp;amp;v=glance"&gt;Flowers in the Attic&lt;/a&gt;. It disturbed me to no end. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I shared it with Grumps and he was just as disturbed. BUT I always wanted to read the book. I would see it at the library but be too scared to actually check it out. One day while at D's house I spotted the book on her book shelf. I told her about watching the movie. She said that it was a must read. So I took it home. This summer while at the beach I decided to pick it up and read it. It went quickly. I was still disturbed but definitely say that it is a must read for all. D says that I now need to work my way through the series. I think I need to give myself a little separation time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the last book I read was &lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/vintage/read/geisha/"&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;/a&gt;. I was a little afraid of this book. It looked a little boring and long. I was so wrong on all levels. I couldn't put this book down. I couldn't stop thinking about this book when I did have to put it down. It was an amazing read. The author did an amazing job writing the book from a woman's prospective. It was as if you were sitting in her presence as she talked to you. This was my favorite of my summer books. I know I will be super disappointed when I now watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, my summer reads and recommendations.  I have will be adding a few to my list now.  I am currently reading &lt;a href="http://www.danbrown.com/novels/angels_demons/reviews.html"&gt;Angels and Demons&lt;/a&gt;.  It is quite a jumpy read so far or it could just be me right now.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/vintage/read/geisha/"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6398367-115599889645903867?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115599889645903867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115599889645903867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115599889645903867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115599889645903867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/08/summer-reading.html' title='Summer Reading'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115530646129089768</id><published>2006-08-11T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T10:27:41.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel in Heaven</title><content type='html'>I usually don't put heavy things on this blog.  This blog is a place to laugh at my life and others.  But it seems that our life has taken a &lt;a href="http://gracehopeandfaith.blogspot.com"&gt;turn&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be back here full of something new soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115530646129089768?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115530646129089768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115530646129089768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115530646129089768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115530646129089768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/08/angel-in-heaven.html' title='Angel in Heaven'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115416718403161401</id><published>2006-07-29T05:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T05:59:44.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to the Great White North!!!</title><content type='html'>We are off to the Canada this morning for the next 10 days.  We should have a great time with Grumps family!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will see you in 10 days.  Don't have too much fun without me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115416718403161401?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115416718403161401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115416718403161401&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115416718403161401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115416718403161401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/07/off-to-great-white-north.html' title='Off to the Great White North!!!'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115379804116912429</id><published>2006-07-24T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T23:27:21.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY GOSH!!!</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching a movie that totally freaked me out!  It takes a lot to do that to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I watch a movie I try VERY hard to figure it out. My favorite movie of all times is Silence of the Lambs. I could watch it over and over again and find something new in it. I hate movies that give it away. Movies that think for you are crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back to the movie that freaked me out. Of course my mind was trying to figure it out just like a puzzle. I had worked some things through. But I kept pushing it away. I actually almost stopped the movie because it was way too heavy. I am glad I kept watching. It definitely was worth moving past the freak out part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wondering what the name of the movie was? It is a recent flick. It has a well known actress who used to play on a tv sitcom and who was recently in a very bad breakup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a guess and tell me what you thought of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115379804116912429?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115379804116912429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115379804116912429&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115379804116912429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115379804116912429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-my-gosh.html' title='OH MY GOSH!!!'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115374602512668008</id><published>2006-07-24T08:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T09:00:25.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Brain</title><content type='html'>I have an empty brain. Nothing great to share with you here. My life is wrapped in boobs that hurt, a stomach that is HUNGRY, and a body that needs a nap. (I love all three of those right now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is my recovery week. It is also a week where I have to enjoy every second because next week is the week of the in laws. Last week was the week of the parents. I am just spent. Family totally wears me out. I love them so much but it is interesting being older, married, and self sufficient and how you change in the dynamics of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the quiet one in my family. (I am not sure if I have blogged about this before. Stop me if I have.) When people in my real life here that they just laugh and smirk and think I am totally lying. In my world outside of my family, I am the life of the party. I am constantly cracking jokes, laughing and talking. Within my family I sit back quietly and watch the drama and sitcom unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I act just like my mom outside of her. BUT she is 10x more me if that is possible. My dad competes with her to be in the spot light. My brother can sell you the dirty shoe strings right off of his shoes for millions and you would think you just broke a deal. My little sister, 10 years younger than me, is the show stopper. Her hair color is constantly changing right along with the style. Her clothes are either in major style or they are of her own style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be heard in my family you have to talk loud. You have to yell over the other person. You have to really take charge and be aggressive. That is where I fail. I am NOT an aggressive person. I like to have fun and be silly but I don't like to take charge. When I want to be heard in my family I have to yell over them. When I tell a story in my family I never get to the climax because one is trying to one up my story before mine even ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family but as you can see I am a totally different person with them. I am the quiet one. I am the peacemaker. By the end of my time with them I really miss the real me and can't wait to be myself. There are sometimes that the real me comes out and my mom looks amazed. It is like she is seeing herself in a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can understand why I am so tired and in need of a break. But with Grumps family it is a totally different dynamic. They are all quiet. They are constantly talking about how to better the world. How so and so needs help. They don't talk much during meals. Guess where I fit in? I am the talker. I am constantly cracking jokes and being the life of the party. My mother in law sits back and watches, not always approving. So when I come back from this trip I will for sure need a vacation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115374602512668008?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115374602512668008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115374602512668008&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115374602512668008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115374602512668008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/07/empty-brain.html' title='Empty Brain'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115357654177581945</id><published>2006-07-22T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T09:55:41.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have a Secret...</title><content type='html'>If you want to find out my secret you need to visit &lt;a href="http://gracehopeandfaith.blogspot.com"&gt;my other blog&lt;/a&gt;.  I think you might be a little surprised!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115357654177581945?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115357654177581945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115357654177581945&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115357654177581945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115357654177581945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-have-secret.html' title='I Have a Secret...'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115267807046302359</id><published>2006-07-12T00:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T00:21:10.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Found</title><content type='html'>I have never kept my blog a secret.  I have many friends in real life who read.  But today I got an email from someone who found my blog by doing a simple search.  It freaked me out just a little bit.  Not that she found it, but that it could be found so easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOO I tried to do what she did but didn't find my blog.  I did however go back WAY into my archives when my blog was very new.  I found some booboos.  I found how her search was made possible.  I also found real life names of people.  One person would beat me if he knew it was still up there.  I also found pictures of me and my life.  Those I didn't care about until this blog was found so easily.  It isn't that I am ashamed of anything I say here.  But I did feel my privacy was sort of gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fixed all of the above issues since then.  I really don't care that my blog was found or read.  I LOVE THAT!!!  It was just how easy it was found and how it was found.  I don't want just anybody reading it especially family!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115267807046302359?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115267807046302359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115267807046302359&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115267807046302359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115267807046302359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-been-found.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Found'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115262512990550453</id><published>2006-07-11T09:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T09:38:49.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM BACK!!!</title><content type='html'>I am back from all of my travels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My granny was wonderful.  She was so proud to have me visit her.  She showed me off to all of her friends.  I felt like I had stepped right into the movie, Steal Magnolias, but with older ladies.  They clucked clucked about this and that.  They constantly told story after story.  The stories were told all at once with everyone rolling their eyes and saying, Oh My!  I wish I could write a book about it.  But somethings just wouldn't be understood unless you have lived in Mississippi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful time at the beach.  I worked hard on my tan.  It didn't get as dark as I wanted it but, never the less, it is hiding the roundness of myself these days.  I also enjoyed pacing myself with the drinks.  I began on the beach with little mixers and worked my way to shots of tequila.  One night it was a wine night.  We played "I Never".  I did shots of red wine until I finished half the bottle in 30 minutes.  I thought I was doing just fine but the next morning I didn't remember half of the I Nevers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am home being a good little house wife on vacation.  Cleaning the house, cooking food, taking care of my man and the dog.  My family is coming at the end of the week.  I am going to try hard to get back into the blog thing but I am SOOOO not in the mood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115262512990550453?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115262512990550453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115262512990550453&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115262512990550453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115262512990550453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-back.html' title='I AM BACK!!!'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115126075437176481</id><published>2006-06-25T14:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T14:39:14.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/mississippi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/200/mississippi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am headed to Mississippi to visit my Granny for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get back I will be heading to the beach with K for a week in South Carolina.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/200/beach.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO if you don't hear from me for awhile I am on vacation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115126075437176481?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115126075437176481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115126075437176481&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115126075437176481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115126075437176481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/06/gone.html' title='GONE!'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115106818095694071</id><published>2006-06-23T08:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T09:09:41.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catfish Boy</title><content type='html'>Last night me and the girls went out for a couple of drinks, catfish and some good time. Yes, there is actually a catfish place here in the North. Last summer it was our happening spot. Now we don't go there quite as often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sent down with D and begin to wait for our other friend. Our little waiter guy shows up and asks me what I would like to drink. I begin to ask if there has been a change in the margarita selection. Of course he came out more like, "uh well, do you have any other margaritas besides lime or is it lemon, no lime or strawberry?" For some reason I got all flustered. He laughed and said that there has been no change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I order my usual, a strawberry margarita on the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN he goes and does it.  He says, "Hey I remember you." And laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last visit there was Cinco de Mayo. The place was packed and rocking. I was with D and K. We were drinking and laughing and having a great time. He was our waiter. Every time he came to check on us, walk past us, or get us something I said or did something bad. One of those times I was rubbing salsa off my boob but it looked more like I was enjoying a rub myself. (They aren't anthills, more like MOUNTAINS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the evening I blushed every time he came to the table and his eyes would just bug out. I eventually apologized for my rude behavior. He thought it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that background information now you know why it was so funny when he said that he knew who I was. For the rest of the evening he flirted. He tried really hard. At one point he told me to just call him Steve. After paying we realized that we wanted dessert. We went to pay for that and he said that we already paid for it. He then winks at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't pay.  I blushed.  He comes back to tell us that it was covered and winks again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it felt good to be flirted with. It would have felt even better if he was HOT, but he wasn't. He wasn't ugly but also not hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115106818095694071?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115106818095694071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115106818095694071&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115106818095694071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115106818095694071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/06/catfish-boy.html' title='Catfish Boy'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115098661158910334</id><published>2006-06-22T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T10:30:11.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phone Call</title><content type='html'>I have been laying my butt in bed all morning working hard to catch up on my TiVo. My travels are going to leave me with lots of TV. I was enjoying my nice quiet morning when the phone rings. First of all, I don't like telephones. Every time the phone rings I get sick butterflies. So silly I know. Thank God for caller id.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll over in bed to find the phone. It continues to ring. I look at my caller id and it is Terminix. We signed a contract with them the other day. They had to come back because the ants didn't go away. Grumps deals with calls like those, not me. I let the phone ring. I am not in the mood for talking about bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back to my TiVo to enjoy The Last Comic Standing. The phone rings again. MAN stop ringing!!! It is Terminix again. This time they leave a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice is very prostitute sounding, deep and raspy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hellooooooo Grumps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Flow (Who has Flow has their name?) from Terminix. (She is trying really hard to sound sexy and get into Grumps' pants!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make sure everything went well with our visit. Please call me if you have any questions or concerns. I would looooovvvvveeeee to know how our services helped you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, it was like phone sex minus the vulgar words.  She was huffing and gasping and trying really hard.  I had to laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did save the message so that Grumps could enjoy a little moment with Flow this evening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115098661158910334?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115098661158910334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115098661158910334&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115098661158910334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115098661158910334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/06/phone-call.html' title='The Phone Call'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115093425715515984</id><published>2006-06-21T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T19:57:37.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>By the way...</title><content type='html'>SCHOOLS OUT FOR SUMMER!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115093425715515984?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115093425715515984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115093425715515984&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115093425715515984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115093425715515984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/06/by-way.html' title='By the way...'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115093420552116493</id><published>2006-06-21T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T19:56:45.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Did IT!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/brow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/320/brow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and got my eyebrows waxed.  It was about time.  I have been growing these &lt;a href="http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/04/eyebrows.html"&gt;suckers&lt;/a&gt; out for months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience was actually very pleasant. I tried not to feel too judged. The lady told me that I still had a few places where I needed to let grow. She said that she is in the hair removal business, not the hair growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I started growing these brows out I had very thin ones. I was a plucking tweezer freak. You get me started and I just can't stop. After looking through the magazines and watching the movies I realized that the brow is getting thicker. I had to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So therefore the growth and the waxing. Grumps told me that it was nice to see them fuller and not so thin. I wish he had told me sooner that I looked like an old woman or someone with a permanent question look on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waxing wasn't painful. It felt a lot like a quick flick to my skin. She was very meticulous and really measured everything out. She even did a trimming on them. That part scares me. Now let's see if I can not over pluck and continue to grow these babies in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't ever been in for a waxing, it is worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I had planned to take a before and after picture but got too caught up in the moment.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115093420552116493?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115093420552116493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115093420552116493&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115093420552116493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115093420552116493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-did-it.html' title='I Did IT!!!!'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115076961669168422</id><published>2006-06-19T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T22:13:36.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>K' here you go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/grad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/320/grad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill this out about your senior year in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="ljcut" text="F***, I'm Old. And Boring."&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;1. Who was your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;I had long distance friendships.  I was quite the only person during this time.  HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What sports did you play?&lt;br /&gt;Well is talking considered a sport?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What kind of car did you drive?&lt;br /&gt;A 1991 Nissan Stanza.  Grumps and I still own this car.  I now call it the GoGo car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It's Saturday night, where were you at?&lt;br /&gt;Waiting by the phone for my boyfriend, David to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Were you a party animal?&lt;br /&gt;HA!  I just now learned what 'party animal' means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Were you considered a flirt?&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ever skip school?&lt;br /&gt;LaDon and I skipped school once. Boy it was quite eventful. Went to Smalltown Mall. Nothing was open. Headed back home. WOW we really were living dangerously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ever smoke?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE and never plan to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Were you a nerd?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you get suspended/expelled?&lt;br /&gt;That would have been funny to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Can you sing the Alma Mater song?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I was only at this school for 1 1/2 years and not really connecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who was your favorite teacher?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. UGH what was her name?  My British Lit teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Favorite class?&lt;br /&gt;British Literature.  I felt very smart in this class.  I loved reading and writing all about it.  Now College Trig SUCKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What was your school's full name?&lt;br /&gt;M High School (I googled my High School name and BAM it was the top hit.  So this is all you will get!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. School mascot?&lt;br /&gt;Good ole bulldogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Did you go to Prom?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, with my long distance, geek boyfriend.  My mom made it not so fun!  She totally didn't like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you could go back and do it over, would you?&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY, but I have to say if I could do it over again I would do it with way more confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you remember most about graduation?&lt;br /&gt;Geek boyfriend being there and totally thinking that I would marry him.  HA what a joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Favorite memory of your Senior Year?&lt;br /&gt;Toilet papering car after car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Were you ever posted up on the senior wall?&lt;br /&gt;Huh? We made a memory video that I would just die if I had to watch! Of course I said something stupid like, "I will marry David" WHATEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Did you have a job?&lt;br /&gt;Yep, after school day care and maid.  Both SUCKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Who did you date?&lt;br /&gt;David from South Carolina.  He was truly a great guy but THANK GOD I married Grumps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Where did you go most often for lunch?&lt;br /&gt;The cafeteria.  No leaving campus for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What did you do after graduation?&lt;br /&gt;Visited a few after Grad parties then the great Project Graduation with David!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. When did you graduate?&lt;br /&gt;May, 1994&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I am old and so glad I am grown up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6398367-115076961669168422?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115076961669168422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115076961669168422&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115076961669168422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115076961669168422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/06/k-here-you-go.html' title='K&apos; here you go!'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115058365285575591</id><published>2006-06-17T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T18:34:12.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So many posts but a forgetful mind</title><content type='html'>My brain is back to blogging but I have been too busy to do anything about it or to even remember what great ideas I had. I really should get myself a small notebook for my purse. I gave mine to a friend when her brother was in the hospital. It sure was a cute little sparkly pink notebook. I miss that notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was going to the store for the 100th time that week. I saw a very fascinating thing. I saw a VERY heavy woman in a VERY tiny sports car. My thoughts were, is that comfortable, sexy and fun? Yes, it was an ugly thought but never the less it was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone daring to pick up some of the summer tv shows?  Of course I am watching them all!  Right now I am watching &lt;a href="http://alt.tnt.tv/saved/saved.shtml"&gt;Saved&lt;/a&gt; from TNT.  So far the past 10 minutes have been great.  &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Windfall/"&gt;Windfall&lt;/a&gt; has got me hooked.  It is good to see some of the old actors come back for a fun show.  Grumps and I laughed at &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Last_Comic_Standing/"&gt;Last Comic Standing&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;a href="http://alt.tnt.tv/closer/closer.shtml"&gt;The Closer&lt;/a&gt; is back on.  I started watching it but realized that I have to pay attention.  I have &lt;a href="http://www.usanetwork.com/series/the4400/"&gt;The 4400&lt;/a&gt; season 2 on Netflix and am TiVoing season 3 to watch later this summer.  Wednesday Nights with K now involve &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/dance/"&gt;So You Think You Can Dance&lt;/a&gt;!  Such good clean tv! &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Project_Runway_2/index.shtml"&gt;Project Runway&lt;/a&gt; will be on soon along with &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/bigbrother_application/"&gt;Big Brother&lt;/a&gt;.  I really think I need some therapy.  I am a tvaholic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115058365285575591?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115058365285575591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115058365285575591&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115058365285575591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115058365285575591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-many-posts-but-forgetful-mind.html' title='So many posts but a forgetful mind'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115058115695229321</id><published>2006-06-17T17:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T17:52:36.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Time</title><content type='html'>Man, I feel like I have ran a marathon this past week.  I am bone dead tired.  It is time for me to have some time to myself.  It has been a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have given time to friends, family, work and strangers.  More friend time, work time, friend time, kid time....  I have just truly given and need some time to replenish.  HA!  That sounded funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, while Grumps goes and watches the final hockey game, I plan to watch TiVo, dvds, eat brownies, and drink wine.  I have a feeling that by 8pm I will be asleep.  It always works that way.  I have great plans for myself and I fall asleep and miss it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days of school.  2 of those are with kids and VERY easy half days.  The other day is just a check out day that will be a waste of time.  Can we all say, "It is about time this school year ended"?!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115058115695229321?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115058115695229321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115058115695229321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115058115695229321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115058115695229321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/06/me-time.html' title='Me Time'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-115032856101406880</id><published>2006-06-14T19:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T19:42:41.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH!</title><content type='html'>Busy as all HECK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bone tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss this place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-115032856101406880?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115032856101406880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=115032856101406880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115032856101406880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/115032856101406880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/06/ugh.html' title='UGH!'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114955782073451522</id><published>2006-06-05T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T21:37:00.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wine festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/festival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/200/festival.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh I forgot to tell you all about my Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a wine festival. This was my first. It was a big deal but just right around the corner from my house which made it even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with two of my close friends and Grumps. You would all be so proud of him. He really took care of us. After LOTS of wine sampling and a big yummy lunch and more wine tasting he got the blankets out for us. We all just spread out and talked and enjoyed more wine from our favorite winery. Grumps went and got more munchies for us while the girls shared little secrets that made us giggle like little girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could do a wine festival every weekend minus the spins and headache I got for the rest of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are planning little winery get- a-ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114955782073451522?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114955782073451522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114955782073451522&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114955782073451522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114955782073451522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/06/wine-festival.html' title='The Wine festival'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114955742545129713</id><published>2006-06-05T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T21:30:25.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>M&amp;M's and Wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/bush%20honeysuckle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/320/bush%20honeysuckle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I has been a week and it is only Monday.  My kids are off the wall.  My to-do list isn't getting any shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I had pizza for dinner. Right now I am enjoying Party of Five, dark chocolate M&amp;amp;M's and wine. Report cards are finished. Actually most of the big paper work is done except for the filing part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my drive home today I had the windows open. I could smell sweet honeysuckle and freshly mowed grass. It made the entire day so much better. It smelled of freedom. The smell took me back to when life was easier. When I was younger. It was like the air gave me a nice hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been one of the toughest years of my teaching career and my life.  I am ready for at least part of it to be over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114955742545129713?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114955742545129713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114955742545129713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114955742545129713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114955742545129713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/06/mms-and-wine.html' title='M&amp;M&apos;s and Wine'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114933603916093975</id><published>2006-06-03T07:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T08:00:39.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Gender is Your Brain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6398367"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain is 80% Female, 20% Male&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/brain.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brain leans female&lt;br /&gt;You think with your heart, not your head&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and considerate, you are a giver&lt;br /&gt;But you're tough enough not to let anyone take advantage of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I have done this one before.  It NEVER surprised me.  I am such a girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114933603916093975?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114933603916093975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114933603916093975&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114933603916093975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114933603916093975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-gender-is-your-brain.html' title='What Gender is Your Brain?'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114912951051519249</id><published>2006-05-31T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T22:38:30.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Countdown Begins</title><content type='html'>14 days of school left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at it that way it seems like this school year is never going to end.  But when I look at through the eyes of my list, the end if right around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I made a quick list of my to-do's.  It felt good to scratch a big chunk of it off and then rewrite my list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a teacher has wonderful pros.  I live for my summer vacation.  The beginning of the year and the ending of the year takes years of a teacher's life.  The stress drives my nuts.  My lower back hurt from bending over doing a paper work.  My jaw hurt because stress drives my body crazy.  My fingers hurt from bubbling in the lovely report cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I ONLY HAVE 2 weeks and 4 days left!  I can make it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114912951051519249?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114912951051519249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114912951051519249&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114912951051519249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114912951051519249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/05/countdown-begins.html' title='The Countdown Begins'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114886681180162491</id><published>2006-05-28T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T21:40:11.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/400/time.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of you know my nice stack of books that I have. The stack drives me nuts. I feel like I have years of reading there; yet, I continue to add book after book. I can't help myself. I love to have the possible read ready and available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to read ALL THE TIME.  But TiVo corrupted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many books started. I will read, put it down. Pick up a new book, put it down. I have too many books started. Some I am right in the middle. Others, just the first couple of chapters. When I go to pick them up again, after putting them down, I remember it all. Each story floods back to me. Each character reappears in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, while hanging out with K, we came across a book in the book store. K told me that I HAD to read it. I totally trust her opinion and made the purchace. She told me that it was one of her favorite reads. I knew right then that it had to be really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book was &lt;a href="http://www.bookreporter.com/reviews/1931561648.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Time Traveler's Wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Audrey_Niffenegger"&gt;Audrey Niffenegge&lt;/a&gt;r. My first thought was, "Science Fiction, NOPE. I don't do that." As I began to read I became intranced. It moved me. I didn't want to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made an effort to read a little every day. Some days it was a huge chunk. Other days just a page or two. As I really began to get deap into the book, each chunk began to get longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really tell you about the book. I couldn't do it justice. Grumps really wanted me to share a little of the story with him. But as I began to tell the story, it just sounded stupid. I told him that he had to trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as I came to an end, I was very sad. I wanted to finish it because it was truly amazing. A story about the heart. Then again, I knew that when I finished it, the story would be over. I love that about reading. I wanted more. So I am going to leave this book on my sidebar for awhile. I just can't let it go quite yet. But do trust me, it is a book worth reading. It will haunt you. It will drive you crazy. It will move you the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think about it if you have or do read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114886681180162491?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114886681180162491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114886681180162491&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114886681180162491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114886681180162491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/05/book-review.html' title='Book Review'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114886474585706860</id><published>2006-05-28T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T21:48:30.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulling Back</title><content type='html'>I have been trying very hard to cut back from my laptop. I find it to be a huge blackhole. I waste too much time even just having it open and to the side of me, waiting for an email or a chat. Some days it just drives me nuts. I feel like I am going crazy after my millionth refresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been spending time with friends, Grumps, and a book. I really haven't even been watching tv. I still have a few finalies to watch. I am trying hard to make this television season last a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read blogs as I feel the urge. The daily readings are of the past for a little while. I am sure once school is out (3 1/2 weeks) I will be back in full. Until then, I am around. Don't stop checking in. I won't beg but I do love it when you stop by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114886474585706860?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114886474585706860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114886474585706860&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114886474585706860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114886474585706860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/05/pulling-back.html' title='Pulling Back'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114834446823418481</id><published>2006-05-22T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:34:28.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>I am back from my little overnight getaway with Grumps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that he really did good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More details later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is our 8th anniversary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114834446823418481?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114834446823418481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114834446823418481&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114834446823418481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114834446823418481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114788443777048722</id><published>2006-05-17T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T12:47:17.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Judged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/Judge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/320/Judge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hand if you are a pet owner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hand if you take your dog to the groomers?  To the vet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I am judged every time I take Itsy. I can just hear it in their voices, "You have no clue how to take care of your dog. You are doing an awful job at it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The groomers clearly thought I didn't love my dog. Itsy gets a grooming report. Her first report said such wonderful things. Her second (yes it was a year later, I hate paying almost a hundred dollars for my dog to be groomed every 8 weeks.) let me know that I am just an awful owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itsy will be going back next month.  Let's see if she gets a better report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Itsy to the vet yesterday. Once again, I was judged. First I believe that the vet was an over reacting sort. She said that Itsy has cataracts and knee issues. She also has teeth problems. Itsy is 2 years old. I felt like an awful mother once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itsy received shots and I was told to watch her closely. One of the shots could cause a bad reaction. Guess what? When it was bedtime Itsy began to act strangely and her leg was swollen. I began to over react. I believe that is what vets hope we would do. They are in cahoots with the emergency care hospital. They want our money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I thought my dog would die in the night because she wouldn't come out from the end of the covers, I took her to the dreaded animal hospital. It was midnight when the journey began. Yes, I over reacted. Itsy just had a sore leg from the shot. Just what I thought but when I called they made me guess my judgement. Yes, all for the money again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itsy was given some really nice drugs and given back to me at 2:30 am. Our journey home took an even more eventful turn since the exit ramps were closed. We arrived home at 3:00 am. Itsy was drugged out of her mind. I had to write up substitute plans for the next day. I can't teach on 2 1.2 hours of sleep. I would hurt someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that said to say, I WAS JUDGED!  Does anyone feel the same?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114788443777048722?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114788443777048722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114788443777048722&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114788443777048722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114788443777048722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/05/judged.html' title='Judged'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114764563009649556</id><published>2006-05-14T18:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T18:27:10.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Therapy</title><content type='html'>Good therapy, the best therapy has to be drinks and karaoke with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, my neighbor, was having a bad week.  Her husband was being a total dork.  This is normal for Grumps, not so normal for H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am drinking from a bottle of champagne. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thought about you guys this week.  I have had a few blog ideas and then when the time comes, I have not been in the mood.  It is too funny how my mood totally makes me or doesn't make me want to blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more weeks of school.  FOREVER away!  But getting pretty dang close!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114764563009649556?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114764563009649556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114764563009649556&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114764563009649556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114764563009649556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/05/therapy.html' title='Therapy'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114713320118262619</id><published>2006-05-08T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T20:06:41.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Act of Kindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/hotdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/320/hotdog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about doing a random act of kindness after reading &lt;a href="http://musingsandponderings.blogspot.com/2006/04/random-act-of-kindness.html"&gt;M's&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://snapshotsintomylife.blogspot.com/2006/04/thoughts.html#links"&gt;I's&lt;/a&gt; blog.  I don't drink coffee.  So I have been pondering how and when can I do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I had to run by Costco to grab a couple of things for a baby shower. I had a small hangover from the night before. I needed a good ole Costco hotdog to help me with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited in the nice long line for a good 10 minutes. As I am waiting I think, "I should buy the people behind me their food." Costco's food is SOOOOO cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up to the counter to make my order.  I pull out my debit card and the lady quickly let's me know that I have to pay cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER HAVE CASH!  My hotdog was only $1.50 with a nice big Coke but still... NO CASH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the lady to just cancel. I was bummed. The guy behind me overheard and quickly told her that he would pay. He said that waiting in that long line and not getting a hotdog is awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of ME doing an act of kindness, one was done to me.  The day had began with a little dread.  &lt;a href="http://gracehopeandfaith.blogspot.com/"&gt;Baby shower's&lt;/a&gt; aren't my thing right now, but man, that hotdog really helped turn things around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU really nice man at Costco who bought my hotdog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114713320118262619?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114713320118262619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114713320118262619&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114713320118262619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114713320118262619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/05/act-of-kindness.html' title='An Act of Kindness'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114687929032015594</id><published>2006-05-05T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T21:37:26.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco de Mayo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/sombrero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/320/sombrero.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I celebrated Cinco de Mayo with great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at my favorite restaurant for the big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the event with a nice drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a shot of tequila, my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, another drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by another shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 2 more drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was supposed to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend ate her's.  I forgot about mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other friend left, soon after Grumps who showed up because he was very hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend who stayed enjoyed her time with a long lost friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched and listened.  Okay, I am now deaf because the music and people just got out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got picked for a contest because I was standing on my chair. I turned it down. I had no idea what I had signed myself up for. HA! I didn't want Grumps mad. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the perfect table.  People wanted our table.  People continued to pressure us for our table.  BUT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't let up. Instead I let all the world know that I was (and still am) married. THEN the girl wanted to know how old I am? I told her, or rather, signed to her, 30. She was shocked. She couldn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend said that she was so young that she didn't have a clue what 30 truly looked like. I laughed and took it as a compliment from the very young chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also set on someone's toilet papered toilet seat AND let a VERY young girl pass me in line for the bathroom because she was going to "pee".  She was holding her mouth.  That isn't where pee comes from.   Her mother brought her in. I swear, UNDERAGED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your Cinco de Mayo?  I am sure I will feel great for the shower that I am hosting tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114687929032015594?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114687929032015594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114687929032015594&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114687929032015594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114687929032015594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/05/cinco-de-mayo.html' title='Cinco de Mayo'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114679400786557914</id><published>2006-05-04T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T21:53:27.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Irresponsible</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/flatS.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/320/flatS.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am irresponsible.  I SUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece sent us a Flat Stanley.  For those of you who do not know who Flat Stanley is here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flat Stanley is a story book character. While at school, a bulletin board fell on him and made him flat. He decides that it would be cool to fold himself up and mail himself to a friend. There the adventures begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classroom teachers use this book and character to help teach geography. They give a paper Flat Stanley to each student. The students get to decide where they will send their Flat Stanley. The people that receive them document Flat Stanley's adventures. They take pictures, journal, and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... we got a Flat Stanley. This is our second one. Our first one is pretty hard to beat. I got Flat Stanley's picture taken with the president. Of course my cute face was there too. The pressure is now on. I can never beat that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We "took" Flat Stanley downtown. Well, actually we forgot him so I Photoshopped him in. I took him to my classroom. The kids 'played' with him and helped with the writing part. I spent time collecting photos and journaling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do hate getting Flat Stanley. It is just too much work. With that being said, I get his package together and Grumps asks me, "Flat Stanley is in there, right?" "Of course."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I second guess myself. Guess what? He isn't there. He must be in my classroom. NOPE. I told the kids that I would give a reward to whoever finds him. NOPE. I have looked everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOST FLAT STANLEY!!! He is supposed to go back to where he came from, CANADA! What do I do? Do I make a new one? Do I send the package with a note saying that Flat Stanley loved here so much that he decided to stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM IRRESPONSIBLE!!!  Don't ever send me Flat Stanley again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114679400786557914?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114679400786557914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114679400786557914&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114679400786557914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114679400786557914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/05/irresponsible.html' title='Irresponsible'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114658192413973270</id><published>2006-05-04T17:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T17:33:07.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Lost Character Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Take the quiz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=13308"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+2;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which LOST character are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz3/13308/res2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Charlie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are Charlie You are an ex-rocker trying to kick a drug habit.  While on the island you have met a very nice girl Claire.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myyearbook.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com -- the World's Biggest Yearbook!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not thrilled with this quiz. I am NOT the Hobbit (as K and I call him). He is annoying, ugly, and self absorbed. Is that me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What character are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114658192413973270?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114658192413973270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114658192413973270&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114658192413973270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114658192413973270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-lost-character-are-you.html' title='What Lost Character Are You?'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114669932016575164</id><published>2006-05-03T19:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T19:35:20.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/320/pizza.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have I told you how much I love my Wednesday nights? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began almost 2 years ago. Wow, does time ever fly. K and I met and realized that both of our husbands are never home. Why spend every night alone? We both love drinks, pepperoni pizza, and TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That began our ritual. Every Wednesday night I go over to K's to enjoy all of the above. We complain about our week, our jobs, and life in general. We laugh and make fun of TV. We eat until we feel sick. We drink until our heads spin. WE LOVE WEDNESDAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have only missed a handful of these days.  To miss has to be very important.  We have to have a good reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes our husbands join us. We would actually rather they stay away. They talk too much. Ask too many questions. Wednesdays are a time away from it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE WEDNESDAY NIGHTS @ 8pm, 3 doors down!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114669932016575164?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114669932016575164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114669932016575164&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114669932016575164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114669932016575164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/05/pizza-night.html' title='Pizza Night'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114658456522871973</id><published>2006-05-02T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T11:49:40.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>28 Day Slater</title><content type='html'>I am now an addict.  If you were a Saved by the Bell freak like me, you will LOVE this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr6Y6kOo5rY"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr6Y6kOo5rY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://doitrockapella.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rockapella&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114658456522871973?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114658456522871973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114658456522871973&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114658456522871973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114658456522871973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/05/28-day-slater.html' title='28 Day Slater'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114642889398785470</id><published>2006-05-02T08:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T08:39:33.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Haunt</title><content type='html'>Thanks &lt;a href="http://trialsandtribsofnowheregirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;NWG&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;How pefect is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid black;" background="#FFFFFF" border="0" width="410"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sunny will be haunted by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Catherine the Great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be your bosom buddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 8pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=105"&gt;'Whose ghost will come back to haunt you?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114642889398785470?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114642889398785470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114642889398785470&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114642889398785470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114642889398785470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-haunt.html' title='My Haunt'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114642827438789656</id><published>2006-04-30T16:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T16:17:54.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Prospect</title><content type='html'>Thank you for all of your encouragement.  I really know that I need a change.  I think I found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a PE teacher!!!! I talked to my principal and she seemed very excited. The only thing that stands in my way are logistics, classes. I am waiting for more information. I am really hoping that this will be a go for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would take off all the pressure.  I will keep you posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114642827438789656?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114642827438789656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114642827438789656&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114642827438789656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114642827438789656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/04/job-prospect.html' title='Job Prospect'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114642658703119939</id><published>2006-04-30T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T15:49:47.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funk Haze</title><content type='html'>I had a list of things to blog about all week but was just too tired, overwhelmed, and blech! Now I can't remember a stinking thing I wanted to tell you all. I have a list somewhere on a scrap of paper. Maybe it is in my purse. I will have to go on a hunt later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is crazy how there are weeks that I just can't wait to come home and get onto my laptop. I can't wait to read up and post on my message boards. I can't wait to read my blogs and throw my thoughts out there for all the world to read. Then there are days where I want to read and post and what not but just don't have it in me. It almost becomes a dread. It hangs over my head and drives me crazy, yet I don't attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, everyone gets like this.  Everyone has blog funk, life funk, everything funk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the funk haze lifts soon.  I want to get back into my daily life routines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114642658703119939?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114642658703119939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114642658703119939&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114642658703119939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114642658703119939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/04/funk-haze.html' title='Funk Haze'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114592689340028944</id><published>2006-04-24T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T21:01:33.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Career?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/embarrassed.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/400/embarrassed.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I told you all that I went online looking up a new career and what I would need to do to obtain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was just getting some information in the mail but I actually got a phone call today. FREAKED ME OUT! Grumps was very surprised that they called so quickly. The lady wanted me come by the college to talk with someone about career opportunities, financial aide, courses... It was all very weird. I told her that I needed to think about all of this. I was just thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny hearing my answers to her questions. I felt like I was in high school trying to get into college but not knowing what I wanted to do with my life. I just sounded like a dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you thinking about going for your Masters in this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Uh, I don't really like my job anymore. I need a change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What makes you interested in this?  Why is it for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Uh, I am a teacher and help kids and people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, so you might be interested because you help kids and people?  Okay..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally caught off guard. I didn't' want to talk to anyone. I just wanted to think. So... I wonder how many more calls will I get like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone out there made a major career change?  Was it worth the time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114592689340028944?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114592689340028944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114592689340028944&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114592689340028944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114592689340028944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-career.html' title='New Career?'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114582488033833380</id><published>2006-04-23T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T16:43:20.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/mike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/400/mike.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I partied it up!!!  I was in the mood some Saturday night fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karaoke and drinks with K and the husbands!!!  Not just any old karaoke, &lt;a href="http://leadsinger.com/"&gt;professional&lt;/a&gt;l karaoke in K's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang and sang and sang!  We danced on the furniture!  We laughed and gave it our all.  It was a night to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might have sounded like wounded animals or cats in heat but it was an amazing stress reliever! I wouldn't be surprised if you heard us through your computer screens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grumps was the best performer of us all!!!  K was close behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the next day, I have a nice headache and that wonderful fuzzy feeling.  BUT I would do it again in a heartbeat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114582488033833380?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114582488033833380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114582488033833380&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114582488033833380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114582488033833380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/04/night-to-remember.html' title='A Night to Remember'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114557912424005758</id><published>2006-04-20T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:25:24.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyebrows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/eyebrows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/320/eyebrows.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I came up with something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk eyebrows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have HUGE ones. My senior pictures are too funny because of them. Soooo I plucked them. I shaped them. I did it all myself. I used to get compliments on them. How nice they looked. It was kind of strange getting eyebrow compliments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have even plucked a few friends eyebrows before.  I thought I was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately, I have noticed that the eyebrow is getting bigger, fuller.  I am at a loss.  What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with friends the other day and one of them had just gotten her's waxed. I have never done the waxing thing. Scared! But her's looked AWESOME! My other friend and I decided to grow ours out so we can get them shaped and waxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I look awful!  I want to pluck soooooo bad! I don't want people to start staring and talking about how bad I look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I pluck or should I wait and wax?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114557912424005758?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114557912424005758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114557912424005758&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114557912424005758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114557912424005758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/04/eyebrows.html' title='Eyebrows'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114557804406376774</id><published>2006-04-20T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:07:24.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTHING</title><content type='html'>I have tried everything in me to come up with something to great to blog about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING has come to my little mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked my drafts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just wanted you all to know that I have NOTHING to blog about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114557804406376774?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114557804406376774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114557804406376774&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114557804406376774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114557804406376774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/04/nothing.html' title='NOTHING'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114540948684616851</id><published>2006-04-18T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T21:18:06.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Whore</title><content type='html'>Yep, that is me.  I watch it all and too much of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to give all new shows, except sitcoms, at least one chance.  So being a diligent tv watcher, I am giving &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Celebrity_Cooking_Showdown/"&gt;Celebrity Cooking Showdown&lt;/a&gt; one shot.  So far it is STUPID! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the 'chefs' needs to cover her boobs. Now the guy celebrity is HOT! He looks even hotter as he makes his meal. But the worst part of it all is the dad from Growing Pains being the host, Alan Thick. He really is bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else watching this stupid show?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114540948684616851?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114540948684616851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114540948684616851&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114540948684616851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114540948684616851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/04/tv-whore.html' title='TV Whore'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114540605358377463</id><published>2006-04-18T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T20:29:45.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn't Get It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/thumbsdown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/320/thumbsdown.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I sent out my resume for the new school being built near me? Well I only got a "thank you" back. I then sent a follow up email and NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same day my guy friend that I work with sent his resume and email. I can't even call it a cover letter. AND he got a reply for an interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went and it all went well. Of course he through my name out there, which was very nice. I gave him a very hard time that the reason he got the interview is because he is a guy. YES I still believe that but there are other reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL good ole friend called today, after hanging out in my classroom and me his, to tell me that he got the job. Good for him, is what I say. Good for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means, God has something better for me. BUT what I see in my future isn't all that great. I just thought you all might want to know. Can you tell that I am just not in the mood for any of this tonight? Thinking some red wine might be nice right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114540605358377463?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114540605358377463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114540605358377463&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114540605358377463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114540605358377463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/04/didnt-get-it.html' title='Didn&apos;t Get It'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114522974994615489</id><published>2006-04-16T19:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T19:22:29.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/320/death.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Spring Break is over. I am sad. I have really enjoyed myself this past week. I didn't go anywhere exotic. I didn't get to lay in the sun. BUT I did spend some nice time with Grumps doing Grump things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught up on my TiVo and enjoyed hours of Everwood. I worked very hard not to think about work. Usually I struggle to relax. I have work dreams and stress about going back. I find myself on a countdown until work begins instead of enjoying the time I have away from it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably gained a chunk of weight from all of my comfort food and drinks.  I enjoyed myself to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, on the eve of work, I enjoyed a glass of wine and a good dinner.  I will indulge in a good sweet and movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy it sounds like I am on Death Row enjoying my last night alive.  Maybe I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114522974994615489?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114522974994615489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114522974994615489&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114522974994615489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114522974994615489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-last-night.html' title='My Last Night'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114514188647152341</id><published>2006-04-15T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T18:58:06.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Puke Taste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/Pretzels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/320/Pretzels.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of advice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't eat mustard pretzels and drink wine.  The two together creates the taste of puke in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am eating dark chocolate M&amp;amp;M's to chase the taste away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114514188647152341?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114514188647152341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114514188647152341&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114514188647152341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114514188647152341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/04/puke-taste.html' title='Puke Taste'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114513556494537752</id><published>2006-04-15T17:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T17:12:44.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goofing Off</title><content type='html'>to help &lt;a href="http://www.midwesthighjinx.blogspot.com/"&gt;Super Dave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D2kJZOfq7zk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D2kJZOfq7zk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114513556494537752?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114513556494537752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114513556494537752&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114513556494537752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114513556494537752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/04/goofing-off.html' title='Goofing Off'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114490016371307108</id><published>2006-04-13T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T21:18:44.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories in Scent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/nose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/320/nose.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flipping through a magazine when I came across one of those perfume inserts. I love those. More than half the time I don't like what I smell. Not this time. I came across Eternity for men and women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories took over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men's smell quickly reminded me of my father. He used to wear that smell when he was smoking. He would wear it pretty heavy so that you couldn't smell his last cigarette. But when I smell it I see a white, crisp dress shirt. I smell warmth and security. I can feel my dad. I can see him and hear him perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman's smell brought back junior college. I remember the day I bought my first bottle. I fell in love with the scent. I remember who I was with that day. My ex-boyfriend from college came to visit. Of course I was flirting. I wanted him to find me even more attractive. I asked him what he thought of the smell. He just smiled. It sold me! Now when I smell it I can see Curtis. I can feel that amazing feeling of youth. The desire to be beautiful and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love walking down memory lane.  It is amazing how a smell can do it every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diesel fumes:  my travels across the world&lt;br /&gt;vanilla: a good friend&lt;br /&gt;homemade bread:  my mom's house&lt;br /&gt;leaves and grass:  my first kiss with Grumps&lt;br /&gt;dump cake: comfort, just like a warm blanket&lt;br /&gt;suntan lotion: paradise&lt;br /&gt;Clinique perfume:  my granny&lt;br /&gt;Polo:  many a boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on and on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114490016371307108?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114490016371307108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114490016371307108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114490016371307108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114490016371307108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/04/memories-in-scent.html' title='Memories in Scent'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114342404446068917</id><published>2006-04-12T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T21:20:57.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Free List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1461/1580/1600/tim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1461/1580/320/tim.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I threw out this the other day and many didn't know what a Free List was. Actually I didn't know what one was until my trip to Memphis. Well, I knew what it was but hadn't heard it just quit like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a list of those you could "be with" without consequences. They are free to be with. Okay, you know that I would never ever really have a true free list but it is fun to think about it. I am sure Grumps would be unhappy with this little list that is growing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SUCK at names. Truly do have a hard time with them. I associate faces and places and tv. So when someone talks about someone you have to describe them to me. Where? Who with? How? My list will be just like that. MY LIST! Bare with me... It is a work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't' think I can truly number them or put them in any order. I believe they go up and down on that list any given day. It is all about me and how I feel and what is going on. Right now I am enjoying Tim McGraw's special from the other night on NBC. He has just jumped up to the top of my list. He isn't the hottest man on earth BUT he sure can sing me to sleep. He could put me in the mood with just a hummmmmmm. MAN! Thanks to K I will be seeing this hot man in June. K, I need to get some more of his music on my iPod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who else is on my little free list," you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The guy from the tv show The Guardian.  He was in a recent movie where he was the white guy dating the black girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Brad Pitt on a good day without all the baggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Matthew Mcconaughey only in the romantic movies.  Not in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*McDreamy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*McSteamy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Paul Newman, yes he is super old but I have a thing for old guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now at a loss. I need a friend here to help me add to my list. But this is a start. Now please do tell, who is on YOUR free list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114342404446068917?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114342404446068917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114342404446068917&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114342404446068917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114342404446068917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-free-list.html' title='My Free List'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114485620532438256</id><published>2006-04-12T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T11:36:45.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Disappoint Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/entertain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/320/entertain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my spring break.  I am doing nothing but sitting around watching my Netflix and catching up on needed down time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am a little disappointed. I expected postings and comments like crazy this week. Come on, entertain me! I can never check blogs during the day. I can also never just waste my day on my laptop either. BUT I CAN NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get to entertaining me!  Make me laugh!  Make me think!  Get busy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114485620532438256?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114485620532438256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114485620532438256&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114485620532438256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114485620532438256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/04/dont-disappoint-me.html' title='Don&apos;t Disappoint Me'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114484483186974882</id><published>2006-04-12T08:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T08:27:11.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Assistants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/320/dog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does the rest of the world have personal assistants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I called to get Itsy groomed. I only do it about once a year. HA! I usually groom her myself but right now she is just looking really rough. It has been my intentions for a long time to make an appointment but every time they are booked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that this would be the week. I didn't even think to call last week or even the week before to book an appointment. I called and there are no openings. There are no Saturday openings for the next 8 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do normal people make appointments and get their pets there? You either drop your dog off at 8 and pick up at 11 or drop off at 11 and pick up at 4. Who has a schedule like that? They all must be rich and have personal assistants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a teacher.  My schedule isn't too bad but I can't just leave work to run errands or pick up my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell that I am a little frustrated right now? It could be that Grumps woke me up this morning way too early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114484483186974882?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114484483186974882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114484483186974882&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114484483186974882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114484483186974882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/04/personal-assistants.html' title='Personal Assistants'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114458502420918911</id><published>2006-04-11T16:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T16:40:50.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/lotion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/320/lotion.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that lotion goes bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a huge scented lotion fan. I love my Lubriderm. But I do love body gel. I have this one gel that I love using. It reminds me of the ocean. Because I love it so much I thought I would add the lotion to it so the smell would stay longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I did just that. But I just didn't smell right. I thought, maybe it is because I used a different smelling body scrub and the smells just don't mix. Today I use the lotion and then smell my arm and BAM I smell like mold and mildew. My lotion is bad. I had to stick my body in the sink (okay not my whole body at one time) and wash it off. I go and tell Grumps and he says while he is just waking up, "That must be why you smelled bad yesterday" ending with a nice smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all out there who have tons of lotion that you never use, just throw it out.  Or you will smell like dirty bathroom tile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114458502420918911?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114458502420918911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114458502420918911&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114458502420918911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114458502420918911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/04/lotion.html' title='Lotion'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114472369430684288</id><published>2006-04-10T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T22:48:14.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Champagne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/champagne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/320/champagne.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE me some champagne. I don't know what it is about it. Usually the first glass takes a little like a dirty sock. But then it just goes down so smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE how light it is. How it doesn't make you feel fat and bloated in the end. It makes you feel so smart and important in the little glass that it is in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE the bubbles.  I love how they fizz and move in the glass.  So pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE the effect it has on me.  I love how it goes right to my head and makes me 'fun'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE sharing it with a good friend. I love how we can just throw our words out there without worrying how they will hit the other person. I love how we can just be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for sharing that bottle with me tonight.  It was perfect and needed!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114472369430684288?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114472369430684288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114472369430684288&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114472369430684288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114472369430684288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/04/champagne.html' title='Champagne'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114445703783100564</id><published>2006-04-07T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T20:43:57.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>My spring break has begun.  Grumps and I are living it up watched Tivoed movies and drinking some good margaritas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate good times!  Come on!!!!  It's a celebration!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114445703783100564?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114445703783100564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114445703783100564&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114445703783100564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114445703783100564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/04/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114436447927532011</id><published>2006-04-06T18:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T19:01:19.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man's Stress Reliever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/men.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/320/men.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.midwesthighjinx.blogspot.com/"&gt;Midwestern High-Jinx&lt;/a&gt;, another man gift has been found. I believe Grumps would like it just as much as the ball scratcher. Visit the boys' blog to see if your man needs one of &lt;a href="http://midwesthighjinx.blogspot.com/2006/04/response-to-chicken-heads-ball.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While googling for the perfect picture for this entry I found another great discovery. NOW I know why men have two hands. Thanks to whoever put their child's picture on the web. It has given Grumps some really good laughs.&lt;a href="http://www.midwesthighjinx.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114436447927532011?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114436447927532011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114436447927532011&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114436447927532011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114436447927532011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/04/mans-stress-reliever.html' title='The Man&apos;s Stress Reliever'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114427374346246496</id><published>2006-04-05T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T17:49:03.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Thought I'd Seen It All</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/320/ball.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was doing a little googling today. Brainstorming here and there when I came upon a website that sells the perfect gift for me. I didn't believe my eyes when I read what the gift was. I thought it was a mistake so I clicked on the picture and link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOPE I was right. The perfect gift for men, the Executive Ball Scratcher. Do I need to repeat myself? I couldn't believe it. The best part is the the description of this gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Executive Ball Scratcher is every mans dream. Men love playing and scratching their bits. Now he has the ultimate tool to do it with, a chrome plated ball scratcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="whitetext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer does he have to worry about the embarassing smell on his fingers which often occurs after a good scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ball Scratcher is an ideal gift for any man who likes a good rumage. The Ball Scratcher is guaranteed to give the recipient a good laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div class="whitetext"&gt; The dimensions of the Executive's Ball Scratcher is 30 cms (12 inchs) long. The Ball Scratcher comes in lovely hard presentation box."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of it all were the comments left by buyers.  I am sure they were a joke but come on, don't put them on your &lt;a href="http://www.find-me-a-gift.co.uk/gifts-for-men/personal-gift/executives-ball-scratcher.html"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen this before?  Would you really buy it for someone?  I am just shocked!&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/6398367-114427374346246496?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114427374346246496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114427374346246496&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114427374346246496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114427374346246496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-thought-id-seen-it-all.html' title='I Thought I&apos;d Seen It All'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114065092802482098</id><published>2006-04-04T06:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T06:41:39.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Personality in a Nutshell</title><content type='html'>Thanks NWG!  You always feed my love of quizes, especially when they involve ME!  I think this hit me perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(191, 233, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#def4ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high extroversion.&lt;br /&gt;You are outgoing and engaging, with both strangers and friends.&lt;br /&gt;You truly enjoy being with people and bring energy into any situation.&lt;br /&gt;Enthusiastic and fun, you're the first to say "let's go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have low conscientiousness.&lt;br /&gt;Impulsive and off the wall, you don't take life too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, you sometimes end up regretting your snap decisions.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you tend to lack focus, and it's difficult for you to get important things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high agreeableness.&lt;br /&gt;You are easy to get along with, and you value harmony highly.&lt;br /&gt;Helpful and generous, you are willing to compromise with almost anyone.&lt;br /&gt;You give people the benefit of the doubt and don't mind giving someone a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have low neuroticism.&lt;br /&gt;You are very emotionally stable and mentally together.&lt;br /&gt;Only the greatest setbacks upset you, and you bounce back quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are typically calm and relaxed - making others feel secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is medium.&lt;br /&gt;You are generally broad minded when it come to new things.&lt;br /&gt;But if something crosses a moral line, there's no way you'll approve of it.&lt;br /&gt;You are suspicious of anything too wacky, though you do still consider creativity a virtue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114065092802482098?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114065092802482098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114065092802482098&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114065092802482098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114065092802482098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-personality-in-nutshell.html' title='My Personality in a Nutshell'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114406033310546480</id><published>2006-04-03T06:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T06:32:13.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Up Nice and Early</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/step.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/320/step.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GOOD MORNING!!!  Can you just hear the sunshine off those words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have turned over a new leaf. After watching Failure to Launch yesterday, looking at Sarah Jessica Parker and hot Matthew, I decided that I need to do something. I complain nonstop about how my clothes look and I look. Not very happy. So the movie has motivated me. K and I came up with a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up every morning and piddle. I check my email, boards and blogs. I turn on the tv and watch the news and weather. I waste at least 30 minutes every morning doing nothing. Why not use that time to better myself? So, my plan is to get up 10 minutes earlier and go straight to the basement to exercise. I bought these dvds that have a different work out and person for each day of the week. Yes, they are ghetto, but at least I am doing something. Then when I get home from work and if I have time, I will go for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I did body toning in my bedroom. I don't have weights so I used my resistance bands instead. This morning I got up all gunho to discover that Monday's work out is step. WHATEVER! I don't have a step. I tried my hardest to do the workout minus the step. I looked like a fool running around my basement. I decided to just fast forward and go straight to the floor work. I now need to find something to take Monday's place. I am thinking good ole Billy Blanks can help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. I can just hear you laughing saying to yourself, "She won't make it past Tuesday." I HAVE TO! I am just going downhill. I have NO excuse. From this day forward, don't be looking for morning postings or emails. I am on the road to a firmer body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114406033310546480?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114406033310546480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114406033310546480&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114406033310546480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114406033310546480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/04/up-nice-and-early.html' title='Up Nice and Early'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114398927264434596</id><published>2006-04-02T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T16:32:42.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Goes By...</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.snapshotsintomylife.blogspot.com/"&gt;I&lt;/a&gt;, I have been tagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 years ago-ish I... ( I don't remember much)&lt;br /&gt;1. was ten years old&lt;br /&gt;2. my little sister was born&lt;br /&gt;3. moved to a new city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago-ish I...&lt;br /&gt;1. transferred to a college in GA&lt;br /&gt;2. met Grumps and fell in love&lt;br /&gt;3. loving my new freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years ago-ish I...&lt;br /&gt;1. living in the arm pit of South America&lt;br /&gt;2. hiked the Inca Trail&lt;br /&gt;3. moved back to the States&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years ago-ish I...&lt;br /&gt;1. made a move to where I live now a lone&lt;br /&gt;2. bought our first house&lt;br /&gt;3. began &lt;a href="http://www.gracehopeandfaith.blogspot.com"&gt;the journey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago-ish I...&lt;br /&gt;1. had surgery as part of my journey&lt;br /&gt;2. started to not like my job&lt;br /&gt;3. Itsy turned 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this past year I...&lt;br /&gt;1. travelled to Jamaica&lt;br /&gt;2. became an old woman&lt;br /&gt;3. really started to hate my job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I...&lt;br /&gt;1. went downtown&lt;br /&gt;2. enjoyed Spring&lt;br /&gt;3. fell asleep reading blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I...&lt;br /&gt;1. have the windows opened&lt;br /&gt;2. am going to the movies&lt;br /&gt;3. will have fun with K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will...&lt;br /&gt;1. head to work&lt;br /&gt;2. get my haircut with friends&lt;br /&gt;3. have 4 more days until spring break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next year I will...&lt;br /&gt;1. hope to be pregnant&lt;br /&gt;2. enjoy my summer vacation&lt;br /&gt;3. continue to love Grumps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next minute I will tag...&lt;br /&gt;1. Hot Lips&lt;br /&gt;2. City Penguin&lt;br /&gt;3. Betsy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114398927264434596?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114398927264434596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114398927264434596&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114398927264434596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114398927264434596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/04/time-goes-by.html' title='Time Goes By...'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114398812049053478</id><published>2006-04-02T10:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T10:28:40.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetest Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/windows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/320/windows.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I skipped church and my nursery duties. I needed a break. Awful, I know, but I never 'take a break'. Grumps is at work. We slept in separate rooms because of his schedule. The bed ALL to myself with Itsy sleeping on his pillow. He really hates that, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him. That is my marriage mantra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up feeling so rested. I very rarely wake up on my own without a beeping, iPod, dog, or husband waking me up. I woke up to the sounds of birds. BEAUTIFUL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is to die for. The air is crisp and cool. So I opened the windows. I love the fresh scent spring can bring into your house when your windows are open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tulips are slowly opening. 11 of them as of an hour ago. I am sure that there will be more by the end of the day. Bright yellow! One lone red one. Grumps did a great job! Perfect straight lines. That is so Grumps, perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying my TiVo, gchat, and my laptop. Itsy is taking care of herself this morning. I believe she is enjoying the windows and air herself. My bed, white sheets which are soft and clean are making it hard for me to even think about getting out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to my movie date with K in an hour.  We are going to see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0427229/"&gt;Failure to Launch&lt;/a&gt;. I plan to eat some popcorn as my breakfast with a Coke for lunch. I also plan to laugh and dream and not think about work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I have some 'to do's' when I get home. School work, house work, wife work, but I do plan to do some me work. I nice walk around the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else having a sweet day? It just feels so stress free at this very moment. My life hasn't felt this good in a long time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114398812049053478?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114398812049053478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114398812049053478&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114398812049053478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114398812049053478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/04/sweetest-day.html' title='The Sweetest Day'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114394299816984835</id><published>2006-04-01T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T20:56:38.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Word to the Wise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/margarita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/320/margarita.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Word to the wise, don't try and call the computer tech support person for help because your internet doesn't work when you have been downing a margarita. First, you really don't trouble shoot very well. Secondly, you really can't listen very well. Finally, you really don't know what you are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she told me that she couldn't help me she sent me on to someone else. As I was trying very hard to get my thoughts together before I talked to another human I thought I would try one more thing. BINGO! It worked. THANK GOD! I am glad I figured it out before I had to look and sound stupid all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't drink and call!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114394299816984835?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114394299816984835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114394299816984835&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114394299816984835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114394299816984835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/04/word-to-wise.html' title='Word to the Wise'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114386736791680976</id><published>2006-03-31T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T23:56:07.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning to You Too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/wheelie09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/320/wheelie09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning Mr. Motorcycle/Post Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed how you flew past me and then popped a wheelie. I enjoyed even more how you flipped your visor up and checked me out. Does that work with all of the ladies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the best part was when you tied your shoes trying to look real cool on your motorcycle. I wonder if we will run into each other again. Even more, I wonder if you will pop another one for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114386736791680976?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114386736791680976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114386736791680976&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114386736791680976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114386736791680976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-morning-to-you-too.html' title='Good Morning to You Too!'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114377031695306134</id><published>2006-03-31T06:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T06:18:24.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Should You Live?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/spot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/320/spot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever laid in bed at night wondering where you should live? Should you move? Grumps and I have played that game a million times. When we were moving back to the States from living in the Armpit of South America, we would play 20 questions. We would dream about our great life. Of our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grumps wasn't sure where he wanted to go with his career so it would be my job that would take us to the new city. I threw out resumes and applications all over the US. It was like playing the lottery. Where would we land?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that big move from South America back to the States we have moved once again. I love where we live now. I enjoy the big city life with anything and everything at your fingertips. I don't like life being so fast and expensive. How nice would it be to have land, at least a little more than our patch outside our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stumbled upon this today.  It is &lt;a href="http://www.findyourspot.com"&gt;http://&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="postlistpostbody"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.findyourspot.com"&gt;www.findyourspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. You take a little quiz that helps find that perfect place to live. My results threw out random places but all cities. At one point it had given me my lovely home where we are now. I will have to have Grumps take this fun little quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am interested to see if life would be different for you.&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/6398367-114377031695306134?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114377031695306134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114377031695306134&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114377031695306134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114377031695306134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/03/where-should-you-live.html' title='Where Should You Live?'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114376615511171291</id><published>2006-03-30T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T19:49:15.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/tulips-420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/320/tulips-420.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring has finally sprung.  I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love having my windows and door opened in my classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the trees just about to bust with leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fresh smell that the air brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the breeze that blows with the warm temperatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love waiting expectantly for Grump's tulips to bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love having the desire to exercise outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching Itsy get so excited about the new smells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the countdown towards spring break and then summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you got Spring Fever?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114376615511171291?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114376615511171291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114376615511171291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114376615511171291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114376615511171291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/03/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-113780820666567117</id><published>2006-03-29T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T22:29:11.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Clean Fun #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/cones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/400/cones.jpg" alt="" 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/6398367-113780820666567117?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/113780820666567117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=113780820666567117&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/113780820666567117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/113780820666567117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-clean-fun-5.html' title='Good Clean Fun #5'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114351728052164938</id><published>2006-03-27T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:41:20.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phrases</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/words.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/320/words.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am a sucker for phrases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven's to Betsy.&lt;br /&gt;Goodness greif of gracious.&lt;br /&gt;Dagnabit.&lt;br /&gt;Precious Moments.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss my grits.&lt;br /&gt;Cotton pickin.&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow.&lt;br /&gt;Holy moly.&lt;br /&gt;Stink.&lt;br /&gt;Freakin.&lt;br /&gt;Love on me.&lt;br /&gt;Babycakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even think of all of them. I am sure someone can add to this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I learned a new one the other day form one of my students.  I heard it again tonight on tv.  Simmer Down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love that. It is so perfect. I think the perfect part is hearing a little boy with a little lisp howler it across the room to a loud group of students. He was so serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some of your sayings?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114351728052164938?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114351728052164938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114351728052164938&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114351728052164938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114351728052164938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/03/phrases.html' title='Phrases'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114342028933528207</id><published>2006-03-26T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T19:44:49.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Are You?</title><content type='html'>I took this &lt;a href="http://bloginality.love-productions.com/index2.php"&gt;personality test&lt;/a&gt;.  I have taken one with a little more depth with work.  I think this hits me so perfectly.  So...here I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an ENFP, you are Extraverted, iNtuative, Feeling , Perceiving.&lt;br /&gt; This makes your primary focus on Extraverted Intuition with Introverted Feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a weblogger, you may not be consistant in posts. Although, if you find a specific focus on their journal or a very flexible manner of writing, it may be more fufilling. Because you are warm and see so many posibilities in life, you may inspire others to follow in your footsteps with a journal.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;Relationships:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENFPs take their relationships very seriously, but also approach them with a childlike enthusiasm and energy.  They seek and demand authenticity and depth in their personal relationships, and will put forth a lot of effort into making things work out.  They are warm, considerate, affirming, nurturing, and highly invested in the health of the relationship.  They have excellent interpersonal skills, and are able to inspire and motivate others to be the best that they can be.   Energetic and effervescent, the ENFP is sometimes smothering in their enthusiasm, but are generally highly valued for their genuine warmth and high ideals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;Most ENFPs will exhibit the following strengths with regards to relationships issues: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; Good communication skills &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; Very perceptive about people's thought and motives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; Motivational, inspirational; bring out the best in others &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; Warmly affectionate and affirming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; Fun to be with - lively sense of humor, dramatic, energetic, optimistic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; Strive for "win-win" situations &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; Driven to meet other's needs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; Usually loyal and dedicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;Most ENFPs will exhibit the following weaknesses with regards to relationship issues: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; Tendency to be smothering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; Their enthusiasm may lead them to be unrealistic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; Uninterested in dealing with "mundane" matters such as cleaning, paying bills, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; Hold onto bad relationships long after they've turned bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; Extreme dislike of conflict &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; Extreme dislike of criticism &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; Don't pay attention to their own needs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; Constant quest for the perfect relationship may make them change relationships frequently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; May become bored easily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; Have difficulty scolding or punishing others &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; On the intimate side ( just giving you a snapshot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;The ENFP needs to be given positive assurance and affirmation.  More than one ENFP has been known to "go fishing" for compliments.  They like to hear from their significant others that they are loved and valued, and are willing and eager to return the favor.  They enjoy lavishing love and affection on their mates, and are creative and energetic in their efforts to please.  The ENFP gets a lot of their personal satisfaction from observing the happiness of others, and so is generally determined to please and serve their partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;Although two well-developed individuals of any type can enjoy a healthy relationship, ENFP's natural partner is the  &lt;a href="http://personalitypage.com/INTJ.html"&gt;INTJ&lt;/a&gt;, or the &lt;a href="http://personalitypage.com/INFJ.html"&gt;INFJ.&lt;/a&gt; ENFP's dominant function of Extraverted Intuition is best matched with a partner whose dominant function is Introverted Intuition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Grumps needs to take this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;In the workplace or other casual relationship environments, the ENFP is likely to get along well with almost all other types of people.  ENFPs are genuinely interested in people, and are highly perceptive about them, to the point where they're able to understand and relate to all of the personality types with relative ease. They like to see the best in others, and are likely to bring out the best in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For close friendships, ENFPs are especially drawn to other iNtuitive Feeling types, and to  other Extraverts who are also enthusiastic about life.  Like the other iNtuitive Feeling types, the ENFP needs authenticity and depth in their close relationships.  They're likely to have friends from all walks of life who they feel close to and care about, but will have only a few very close friends with similar ideals to their own. The ENFP also tends to value the company of iNtuitive Thinkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Possible Career Paths for the ENFP:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; Consultant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; Psychologist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; Entrepreneur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; Actor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; Teacher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; Counselor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; Politician / Diplomat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; Writer / Journalist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; Television Reporter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; Computer Programmer, Systems Analyst, or Computer Specialist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; Scientist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; Engineer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; Now it is your turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114342028933528207?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114342028933528207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114342028933528207&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114342028933528207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114342028933528207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/03/who-are-you_26.html' title='Who Are You?'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114341740419388832</id><published>2006-03-26T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T18:56:44.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drink of Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/drink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/320/drink.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you could have a drink right now, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This drink could be alcoholic or not.  It could be hot or cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my next question, what makes you want this drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am drinking a nice rum and diet Dr. Pepper cherry vanilla Coke. YUMMY. The rum is Malibu which makes me think of beach and summer. Now if I could choice the perfect drink right now, it would be a pina colada with Jamaican rum. Sweet and perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, tell me your wish!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114341740419388832?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114341740419388832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114341740419388832&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114341740419388832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114341740419388832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/03/drink-of-choice.html' title='Drink of Choice'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114315950449949384</id><published>2006-03-23T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T19:18:24.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll Off Your Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1461/1580/1600/island2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1461/1580/320/island2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am ready for people to learn how to do this at my work. HA! When something happens to you that you just don't like let it roll off your back. Don't hold it in. Don't let it affect everything and one around you. Just let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that is easier said than done but MAN at least try. Petty behavior drives me crazy. Holding grudges is toxic to you and all around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell that it all just drives me crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to take &lt;a href="http://www.snapshotsintomylife.blogspot.com/"&gt;I's&lt;/a&gt; advice:  I am an island!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114315950449949384?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114315950449949384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114315950449949384&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114315950449949384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114315950449949384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/03/roll-off-your-back.html' title='Roll Off Your Back'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-113780815134296929</id><published>2006-03-21T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:18:00.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Clean Fun #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/balls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/400/balls.jpg" alt="" 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/6398367-113780815134296929?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/113780815134296929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=113780815134296929&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/113780815134296929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/113780815134296929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-clean-fun-4.html' title='Good Clean Fun #4'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114289972558983122</id><published>2006-03-20T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T19:10:54.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Are You?</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.snapshotsintomylife.blogspot.com/"&gt;I&lt;/a&gt; for finding this quiz!!! I so thought I was Meredith. Yes, I know that many of you out there don't like her. BUT I do relate to her. I see myself in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px; min-height: 250px; background-color: rgb(216, 233, 237); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background: rgb(129, 172, 201) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; height: 4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" style="float: left;" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" style="float: right;" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="padding: 0pt 0pt 5px; background: rgb(129, 172, 201) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="padding: 3px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which Grey's Anatomy Character Are You?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="padding: 5px; text-align: left; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(216, 233, 237);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/GA/GAI/gaia647/1135073547__bobdamico.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Meredith Grey. You relate easily to people, though you have a hard time letting people in, and though are a an amazing person, you have a hard time seeing that yourself&lt;br /&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/gaia647/quizzes/Which+Grey%27s+Anatomy+Character+Are+You%3F"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&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/6398367-114289972558983122?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114289972558983122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114289972558983122&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114289972558983122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114289972558983122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/03/who-are-you.html' title='Who Are You?'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114289825066683265</id><published>2006-03-20T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T18:44:10.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey's</title><content type='html'>I LOVE Grey's Anatomy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114289825066683265?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114289825066683265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114289825066683265&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114289825066683265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114289825066683265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/03/greys.html' title='Grey&apos;s'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114246958283395057</id><published>2006-03-19T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T20:21:03.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Matchmaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/1600/matchmaker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6851/338/320/matchmaker.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know by now how nosy I can be. I love to be in everyone's business. I love hearing a good story. I love being sneaky and in it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love trying to play matchmaker. Grumps doesn't like it. I have tried a few times with my best friend. Okay I mean, I have tried in the fact that every available or good looking guy I see I think, "I wonder if they would work for her?" Grumps always just grunts and tells me to mind my own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been one person that I have tried to connect with her. But it is all a little complicated. She doesn't live near me. In fact she lives FAR away. The guy doesn't live near me either. So trying to work this one out is a little difficult to say the least. I thought that it was still worth a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end it might just be working.  I will leave that for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone else out there in this world who is as nosy as I? Anyone love to play matchmaker? Anyone singing, "Matchmaker, matchmaker" from Fiddler on the Roof?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114246958283395057?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114246958283395057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114246958283395057&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114246958283395057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114246958283395057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/03/matchmaker.html' title='Matchmaker'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114271441581561943</id><published>2006-03-18T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T15:40:15.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Tenant</title><content type='html'>You might have seen that my renter space has been empty for a while.  I have been too busy to deal with it and also I didn't have any great offers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That has all changed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all welcome 3 Times a Charm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen her around in the blogging world.  Now I have the honor to host her here.  Stop and take a visit by clicking on her little renter's box on the side-bar.  She is full of life and words.  Right now she is going through a tough time.  Go send her some love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Times a Charm, I hope you enjoy your stay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114271441581561943?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114271441581561943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114271441581561943&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114271441581561943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114271441581561943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-tenant.html' title='New Tenant'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6398367.post-114264805636185095</id><published>2006-03-17T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T21:14:16.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word</title><content type='html'>I got this in an email today.  It fits the blog world perfectly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe me in one word.  Just one word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be interesting to see what you all come up with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6398367-114264805636185095?l=chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114264805636185095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6398367&amp;postID=114264805636185095&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114264805636185095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6398367/posts/default/114264805636185095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenheadwithcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-word.html' title='One Word'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717794411878412655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/sheinrichs/chickenhead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
