<?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-4851619143098662643</id><updated>2012-02-03T23:06:14.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gator World!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-842032201641171045</id><published>2011-05-05T09:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T09:49:36.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful List</title><content type='html'>Cause everyone else does Thankful Lists on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I am the MOST thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family who love and adore the boys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shawn who puts up with all of my antics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mama-My humming bird&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cade-My secret keeper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dad-My hero&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom-My rock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uncle Jerry-my super funny weirdo Uncle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends who love me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knowing that I can leave work and that things will be taken care of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting to go to Vegas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sweet sweet sweet baby boys.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fake eyelashes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And you, I am so thankful for you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;What are you thankful for?&lt;br /&gt;~please not this list is not all inclusive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-842032201641171045?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/842032201641171045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=842032201641171045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/842032201641171045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/842032201641171045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2011/05/thankful-list.html' title='Thankful List'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-7707673282943769241</id><published>2011-05-03T20:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T21:02:33.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready or Not Here I Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://princessandthebeads.blogspot.com/2011/05/lets-kick-start-this-thing.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I found these wonderfully weird  crazy questions out there in blog land.  Let me know if you play on your  blog so I can come over and point and make fun of you.  ~grins~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have hairy legs?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No I shaved last night, cause I knew I was getting my spray tan today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you smoke anything?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;An occasional cigar, but nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like monkeys?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They're ok, I guess.  We don't hang out or anything, but I'm sure they're nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many fillings do you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Um...IDK.  But I know I have some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you rather swim in the ocean or a lake?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anywhere there's water.  Heck, I can just go fill up the bath tub and float around in there, I adore the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever licked one of those square batteries?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have, but I don't anymore.  You realize they shock you right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever read the Bible?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Parts, but not all the way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you ever go to Sunday School?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes, and we adore our class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you wear a lot of black?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Depends on what I am doing.  Riding the Harley, going to a Rave, things like that yes, other wise, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you ever bring a weapon to school?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Um...no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever hugged a tree?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Prolly, but there are a lot of shady parts of my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you know what a sphincter actually is?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes I do, why do you ask?  Do you need the definition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Describe your hair?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Usually long, beautiful, and amazing.  Now...still amazing, but not as long.  Don't get me started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you a wildbeast?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You bet your sweet hiney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like to have fun?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Every chance I get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like drama?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No no no.  Save your drama for your baby mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever taken a bong hit?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No, but I kissed a guy after he did.  Then I projectile vomited off his porch, so I am guessing that is not the intended effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like mayonnaise?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Its ok.  Are you offering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you afraid to die?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No, we only live once.  So might as well get the most out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like playing in leaves?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I sure do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever peed your pants as an adult?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever thrown up on somebody as an adult?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not that I remember, but again...there are some blurry nights out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you an adult?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sure, if you say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ever won a spelling bee?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No, I suck at spelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you ever eat because your depressed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you a television addict?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;On some shows, but not all&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think OJ was guilty?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hell yes he did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever had sex in a hot tub?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes I have, and in a pool, and many many other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On a swing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not that I recall...but back to those fuzzy nights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like Elvis?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old cat?  Yes he was amazing, best cat ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you enjoy watching animals do it?  Like on the Discovery channel?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;No, give some animals some privacy will ya?!?!&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you enjoy the calming effects of turkeys?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Yeah, when I have a long day I am just like you know what I need???  A turkey! &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does your mom think someone is hot?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Prolly so, my Mom is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you a sugar freak?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am a freak, but a sugar freak.  No, you'd get all sticky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ever been arrested?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ever commit a crime and get away with it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Oh hell yes!&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like orange juice?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yeah I do, but I like apple juice just as much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What sign are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bump...lol...I'm a fish baby, that's why I need the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ever do the party boy dance in front of the elderly?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I don't know what that is, but then I youtube.com-ed it.  And I am even more sure that I don't understand.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where do you wish you were right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In Vegas, with a slot machine in one hand and a vodka ans seven in the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you enjoy this?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I sure did!&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-7707673282943769241?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/7707673282943769241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=7707673282943769241' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/7707673282943769241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/7707673282943769241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2011/05/ready-or-not-here-i-come.html' title='Ready or Not Here I Come'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-80751681168744192</id><published>2011-04-14T17:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T18:36:40.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it bad if you forgot your password?</title><content type='html'>Yup everyone, its been that long since I last blogged, I forgot my password.  That's really bad, but what can I say?  I am a busy person these days.  What with pre-school, daycare, soccer, t-ball starting up, the boys appointments, visits from CPS (good kind, not bad), not to mention work and having to help Biker with school.  This have been a bit on the crazy side.  So, I am finally getting a moment to type and I thought it would be to all of you.  So many many many things have happened/are happening/going to happen that my crazy wonderful like is getting even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you know, but for those of you that don't, Biker and I got 3 amazing little boys in July.  I can't put their pictures up yet, because they are not legally ours yet, but the even better news is that they transfer to the adoption unit on April 19th, meaning that in 3-6 months we will legally have little biker-gators.  They've been ours since day one, but it will just be legal in a few months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned so many things over the past almost 9 months.  Things like we don't say Butt Cereal,  dinosaurs are still in existence, things are thhhhhpicy instead of spicy, and if one person in their lives don't like something suddenly they don't either.  EVERY pre-school day I hear, "Ms Janet doesn't like BBQ chips" am I packing Ms Janet's lunch?  "Ms Janet says we have to wear our seat belts."  Mommy says that too.  "Ms Janet says we need to wash our hand after we go to the bathroom."  Am I talking to myself here?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know every dinosaur, what it eats, what its called, when it lived (Jurassic, Triassic, or Cretaceous time period), and the Hungry Hungry Herbivore song.  I can sing it if you want.  I know that Sesame Street plays adult humor to little ones, "does a wild bear shower in the woods", and then the kids look at me and ask, well does he??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had to go over things like Daddy works at night, he isn't going to sleep at anyone elses house, and yes I will always love you, even when you get in trouble.  That even if you have an accident you do not have to take a cold shower, and just because we pack a suitcase to go somewhere does not mean you have to leave.  If we go somewhere we all go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there are awesome moments like then looking at me like I am crazy for asking if they have ever played in the rain.  And J1 looks at me like I have lost my ever loving mind...and says no, we would get wet.  Yes, that's the point.  We played in the sprinkler yesterday and it was apparently the coolest thing ever.  When they get on their bikes or big wheels and say, "watch this, I am going to ride a wheelie like Daddy". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are the times that every mother dreads.  Like V standing in front of the TV the other day when a Victoria Secret commercial comes on and he looks at me and says "I like that".  Or J1 learns to wink and I have to tell him that I am the only girl he'll ever need to wink at.  Or J2 saying that instead of bad dreams he is going to dream about see 1st grader K, that goes to daycare with him...no your not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself saying the same things over and over and over.  Do you need to poop, you tell me if you need to poop, I am not kidding do you need to poop?  Don't hit your brother, don't hit your brother, keep your hands off your brother, did you hear me?  Stop it, stop it, I said stop it.  Are you even listening to me?  Why would you sit on your brother's head?  No really what possessed you to sit on your brother's head??  Don't push the cat into the bathtub, see now the cats all wet, yes I see how she is leaving tracks on the carpet.  I said DON'T SIT ON YOUR BROTHER'S HEAD!  Do you want to lose a nickel, cause you will lose a nickel.  Do not put a stretchy dinosaur in the heater, why did you put a stretchy dinosaur in the heater?!?!  Didn't I say don't sit on him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See life it different and its never a dull moment, but I would trade one single second.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-80751681168744192?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/80751681168744192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=80751681168744192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/80751681168744192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/80751681168744192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2011/04/is-it-bad-if-you-forgot-your-password.html' title='Is it bad if you forgot your password?'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-8955961649757446983</id><published>2010-09-02T12:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T13:01:22.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh y'all</title><content type='html'>I have totally wanted to put a ton of pictures up on here and on facebook of my boys.  They are awesome, J1, J2, and V-baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J1 is really independent and so he has taken a little longer to warm up to us, but now he likes to sit in the living room in my lap and rock with me while we are watching tv in the evening.  Its funny, because his feet are almost long enough to drag the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J2 took to me immediately.  He hang out together, read books, lay in the floor and take naps, we are just two peas in a pod.  This kids is crazy, you can be cutting onions in the kitchen and he will just reach up onto the counter and "sneak" some and just eat them.  It doesn't matter what you are cooking, cabbage, onions, cucumbers, whatever doesn't matter.  The one issue he and I have is that he is stubborn as a herd of mules, but it turns out this baby gator is too.  You can tell him J2 don't do that or you will go to time out.  He will still do it, and then go to time out by himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V-baby took up with Biker like there was no tomorrow.  V-baby follows Biker around, and says Daddy Daddy Daddy all the time.  When we go outside in the mornings to get in the car, V-baby runs over to the bike and says mor-cycle, varoom varoom.  He goes crazy when Biker fires up the bike.  V-baby also has an attitude, but it turns out...I do too.  He will look at me and knock something over and say No Mommy!  He has made progress, I will tell him, you need to go to time out, and he will go into his room.  He isn't happy about it, but he goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been turned upside down, and I love it.  My Mom has played a major roll in everything.  She is going to watch V-baby, while Biker, J1, J2, and I go camping this weekend.  Life is crazy, life is different, life is wonderful!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-8955961649757446983?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/8955961649757446983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=8955961649757446983' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/8955961649757446983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/8955961649757446983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-yall.html' title='Oh y&apos;all'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-6305765120005889098</id><published>2010-07-18T11:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T12:18:31.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glorious Garage Sale Finds</title><content type='html'>The garage sale finds have been wonderful lately. We have really been getting ready for the kiddos for whenever the agency calls. I took some pictures so that you can all see how cheap I am, I mean how frugal I can be. Yeah that's it! I have done a little research and found the actual prices of these items versus what I paid for them. I must say, we have done a very good job at garage sales, and we are anxiously awaiting a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMpi8As8wI/AAAAAAAAAY8/-TXcw1AEsgA/s1600/garage+sale+finds+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMpi8As8wI/AAAAAAAAAY8/-TXcw1AEsgA/s400/garage+sale+finds+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495281650523501314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sweet Grow and Go Lil Rollin Giraffe Retail Price $29.99.  I paid $1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMpiYRJpBI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ymjk6zRL4Rw/s1600/garage+sale+finds+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMpiYRJpBI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ymjk6zRL4Rw/s400/garage+sale+finds+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495281640928814098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graco Booster seat retail price $22.  I paid $2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMph_WIMcI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Fb1LKxJZoaE/s1600/garage+sale+finds+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMph_WIMcI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Fb1LKxJZoaE/s400/garage+sale+finds+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495281634238804418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awesome floaty bathtub foam letters retail price $5.99.  I paid $0.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMphd6XOKI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Bo6_O0J_KYY/s1600/garage+sale+finds+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMphd6XOKI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Bo6_O0J_KYY/s400/garage+sale+finds+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495281625263978658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fisher Price super cute animal mirror retail at Wal-Mart for $20.  I paid $1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMpjdeZMeI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Esqv_70vzro/s1600/garage+sale+finds+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMpjdeZMeI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Esqv_70vzro/s400/garage+sale+finds+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495281659506405858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Graco Stroller, now on this one I could not find an exact one.  I found some fancier and some less fancy, so I went with the less fancy price cause I didn't want y'all to think that I was trying to show off.  Retail $89, I paid $10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMsVU9J6YI/AAAAAAAAAZs/G8wGQakBXSo/s1600/garage+sale+finds+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMsVU9J6YI/AAAAAAAAAZs/G8wGQakBXSo/s400/garage+sale+finds+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495284715236223362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Graco Pack and Play retail is $75.  I paid $15.  She wanted $25.  I was like lady, it is 2:30 on a Saturday afternoon, you have been out here all day and no one has paid you $25 for your pack adn play that is in perfect shape.  You have already told me its been in the attic for a year.  I don't care that you are telling me that you paid $90 for it.  You didn't pay $90 for it, I know this because I have the internet and I can look it up.  Ok, well I really didn't say this, but I thought it in my mind.  She took $15.  I was happy and she prompty shut down her garage sale.  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMsU56DeBI/AAAAAAAAAZk/B1dmgFQfFqw/s1600/garage+sale+finds+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMsU56DeBI/AAAAAAAAAZk/B1dmgFQfFqw/s400/garage+sale+finds+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495284707975460882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Trends High Chair.  In great shape, I just had to wash the padding.  Retail price $90.  I paid $10.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMsUWy5FtI/AAAAAAAAAZc/xhkfkkDTJhA/s1600/garage+sale+finds+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMsUWy5FtI/AAAAAAAAAZc/xhkfkkDTJhA/s400/garage+sale+finds+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495284698550179538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Super cute little booster seat for the table.  I couldn't find this exact model so I went with a cheaper one, which was $17.  I paid $1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMsUCqboxI/AAAAAAAAAZU/WfQlw4qjgks/s1600/garage+sale+finds+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMsUCqboxI/AAAAAAAAAZU/WfQlw4qjgks/s400/garage+sale+finds+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495284693145985810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just love this!!  It is a comforter for a baby bed.  We can't have bumpers or anything like that until the baby gets older, but I fell in love with this.  I just looked up the actual price on the set and about fell out of my chair.  It comes in a 6 piece set and retails for $180.  That makes each piece around $30.  I paid $5 for this blanket and I thought that was outragous.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMsTjy7g0I/AAAAAAAAAZM/NJtiO8NmBfc/s1600/garage+sale+finds+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMsTjy7g0I/AAAAAAAAAZM/NJtiO8NmBfc/s400/garage+sale+finds+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495284684860130114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little papous makes me happy.  Biker and I have been looking for one.  We think its awesome when you see parents carrying babies in them.  The retail price on it is $63.  I paid $2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMwR7mq3fI/AAAAAAAAAaU/EPpok7qHX4I/s1600/garage+sale+finds+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMwR7mq3fI/AAAAAAAAAaU/EPpok7qHX4I/s400/garage+sale+finds+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495289054937931250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 8 sets of little people silverware.  This is a pic of them in the dishwasher.  I have sterilized everything by sending it through the dishwasher and bleaching it.  The retail on these is $2.97 for 2 sets, so that means $11.88.  I paid $0.50.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMwRXmbugI/AAAAAAAAAaM/tBJ-lkTwhTw/s1600/garage+sale+finds+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMwRXmbugI/AAAAAAAAAaM/tBJ-lkTwhTw/s400/garage+sale+finds+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495289045273262594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A rubber maid stool that I pulled out of the dishwasher that's why its still wet, it retails for $10.15, I paid $1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMwRCY8niI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ziB4Y-zPkZc/s1600/garage+sale+finds+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMwRCY8niI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ziB4Y-zPkZc/s400/garage+sale+finds+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495289039579553314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doda talked me into this stool.  She made a valid point, what if we get more that one kiddo?  So I bought this stool too.  Its is by Kids II and it retails for $9.95.  I paid $0.50.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMwQ7herSI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/MXWbs0dtw_s/s1600/garage+sale+finds+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMwQ7herSI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/MXWbs0dtw_s/s400/garage+sale+finds+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495289037736291618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rockin awesome fort slide play thing is by Little Tikes.  The closest thing I could find to match it retails for $119.  I paid $10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMwP6AtoYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/HjeX-e4rk7Q/s1600/garage+sale+finds+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMwP6AtoYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/HjeX-e4rk7Q/s400/garage+sale+finds+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495289020150555010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This...now this is awesomeness at its finest!  Its a front end loader.  Biker was super excited.  It retails for $199.  I paid $5.  Now, I should let you all know that this toy does not have a battery.  I will have to purchase a battery.  I looked at batteries on the HotWheels website and they are around $50.  So we will say that I purchase that battery for $50, then counting my $5 investment I have spent $55.  That is still $144 less than retail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMzCVFr74I/AAAAAAAAAac/d14qQXcjlgU/s1600/garage+sale+finds+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMzCVFr74I/AAAAAAAAAac/d14qQXcjlgU/s400/garage+sale+finds+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495292085435887490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little bus is just adorable, I had to replace the batteries in him.  When you bump his grill then he goes honk honk varooooommm.  He is just precious!!  The retail price on him is $30.  I paid $1.  Who would play $30?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMzCpF-aNI/AAAAAAAAAak/BIsgcSks53Y/s1600/garage+sale+finds+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMzCpF-aNI/AAAAAAAAAak/BIsgcSks53Y/s400/garage+sale+finds+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495292090805807314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my favorite find!  I bought everything in this picture for under $5 including the bookshelf.  The bookshelf was all yucky when I bought it, so after 2 coats of paint it looks as good as new.  I bought this book shelf, a cabinet, and 3 16x20 picture frams for $10, so you figure up how much this sweet little book shelf cost me.  The books on here were all less than a quarter and the little tikes hammer was $0.50 (it retails for $8.99) I don't know who makes these little stackable cups.  My baby brother use to have some and he just loved them. Now that was 17 years ago, but I feel like our kids will like them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you all think?  Huh?  Good finds?  Any other suggestions?  From just the stuff I have listed on here the retail price total would have come out to $830.95 not counting in taxes.  I have paid $62 for everything.  ~blink blink blink~ That comes to a total of $768.95 worth of savings.  That is more than my house payment, just to put things in perspective.  I do love garage sales!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-6305765120005889098?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/6305765120005889098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=6305765120005889098' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/6305765120005889098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/6305765120005889098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2010/07/glorious-garage-sale-finds.html' title='Glorious Garage Sale Finds'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TEMpi8As8wI/AAAAAAAAAY8/-TXcw1AEsgA/s72-c/garage+sale+finds+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-8825423591942944688</id><published>2010-07-07T21:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T21:41:58.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard day...pfffff</title><content type='html'>I have wanted to cheat all day.  ALL DAY people!  But I have stuck with my diet for 5 days now.  As of this morning I am down 3lbs.  Which is good, Biker on the other hand has eaten an ice cream sandwich and a bag of pork rinds...he's lost 9.5lbs.  Fate is cruel.  So I wanted to tell you about my day so that you would understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was...surrounded by Honey Buns....no seriously.  Seems like everywhere I went there were honey buns.  ~Tip~  Baby Gator LOVES her some honey buns.  I saw little kids eating honey buns, honey buns for sale, honey buns riding tandem bicycles together.  Ok, maybe not that one, but still honey buns as far as the eye could see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not give into this honey bun-o-doom trap.  I drank my tea, ate my chicken, cucumbers, melba toast, &amp;amp; apple.  It was actually my 2nd apple that I ate, cause I bit into the first apple and it was all nasty.  But the 2nd apple was all applicous and great and stuff.  So, hopefully tomorrow will not be honey bun filled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing the HCG diet for 40 days, today is day 5.  I already see results, but I have to tell you when you flash honey buns at big girl...things could get ugly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-8825423591942944688?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/8825423591942944688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=8825423591942944688' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/8825423591942944688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/8825423591942944688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2010/07/hard-daypfffff.html' title='Hard day...pfffff'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-435079350603645058</id><published>2010-07-05T10:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:07:09.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Steps</title><content type='html'>Ok, I promise I will blog more about the wedding as soon as I get the pictures.  Hopefully she will be done editing the bazillions that she took by Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywho, things have really be crackin since the wedding.  For the foster care stuff we have had the fire inspection (twice, cause he didn't fill out the papers right), the health inspection, the home study (also twice cause part of it got deleted).  So things are rolling right along with that.  On the home study, our agency kept saying we contract out to someone so that we can still look you in the face afterwards...WHAT?!?!?!?  Yeah, not how it was at all.  I am betting the contract out cause its a 5-7 hour process.  That's just the interviews, then you have to write the whole 55 page document up.  Thank goodness we didn't have to do that part.  So, Sara-home study girl was super nice.  She called me last Thursday adn was almost in tears, the individual interviews did not save.  We would have to redo them.  I was like no problem Sara, if that's the biggest hiccup we have, its all gravy.  MMMM....gravy....I digress.  So that is underway, should be around 2-3 weeks and we will know something, and soon hopefully be getting phone calls about little people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Biker and I have started a new diet that a friend of ours SS did.  SS lost 38 lbs in 25 days.  He has lost numerous inches and obviously lbs.  So Biker and I started on the &lt;a href="http://www.diyhcg.com/"&gt;HCG diet&lt;/a&gt; on Saturday.  For the first 2 days you eat as much as you want of whatever you want.  These are called Gorge Days (babygator is good at gorge days).  Day 3-how ever long you choose to do it, maximum is 40 days you eat 500 calories a day.  I know I know, sounds like crap.  But you get 6 ounces of meat a day, 2 veggies, 2 fruits, 2 pieces of crappy I mean super yummy melba toat, and all the tea (even sweet tea is you use Stevia), water, and coffee you can drink.  I don't drink coffee so this is not an issue for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me say, if you do not have anything positive to say about my diet choices, keep your comments to yourself.  I love you all, I need support not yucky comments.  Since Saturday, I have lost 1 pound, Biker has lost 3.  Isn't that precious?  My goal is 30 lbs this round.  I will be happy with 20 lbs, but I am really trying for 30.  Bikers goal is 35lbs, and he will already on his way.  I am super proud of him, cause usually he is all whoohooo about something and then when he starts day 2 its over.  So Day 3 and going strong.  Oh yeah, and you don't have to excercise.  I will keep up with my walking cause I don't do much of it, but you don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to leave you now with yet another super awesome picture of the wedding.  I swear more to come.  As soon as I get them you guys can see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDICYVZTTVI/AAAAAAAAAXo/TGNuSjnv9IE/s1600/28809_130253623667628_100000489740572_277599_5017965_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDICYVZTTVI/AAAAAAAAAXo/TGNuSjnv9IE/s400/28809_130253623667628_100000489740572_277599_5017965_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490453512801439058" 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/4851619143098662643-435079350603645058?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/435079350603645058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=435079350603645058' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/435079350603645058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/435079350603645058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2010/07/next-steps.html' title='The Next Steps'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDICYVZTTVI/AAAAAAAAAXo/TGNuSjnv9IE/s72-c/28809_130253623667628_100000489740572_277599_5017965_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-5792988481220435535</id><published>2010-06-13T22:58:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T23:20:20.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantansies, Flowers, and Under Fluffies</title><content type='html'>I am again sorry for not posting sooner, and I hope that you all understand.  For the ones of you that read my lil-o-blog you know that I got married last week.  Best decision I ever made.  I married a man that loves me regardless of me being a dork, he listens to me when I am...crazy comes to mind, and he is my equal.  I love that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets talk about all the fun stuff that we have been doing.  I reset my voice mail for anyone that wants to know.  It now says, "Hey this is Baby Gator, or Baby Gator and Biker, I'm not here right now cause Biker and I are out doing something fun, riding the motorcycle, having an adventure, leave me a message."  I thought it was fitting, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course my Dad walked me down the aisle.  I will go into detail about that in my next blog, I will just burst into tears if I try doing it tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TBWtfOGVKsI/AAAAAAAAAXY/2MQxa_zZXFM/s1600/30791_401915305854_561120854_4868511_3099341_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TBWtfOGVKsI/AAAAAAAAAXY/2MQxa_zZXFM/s400/30791_401915305854_561120854_4868511_3099341_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482478873265646274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so the wedding.  It was amazing, a real dream come true!  Everywhere you looked there was flowers.  Flowers are one of my ALL TIME favorite things.  And don't even act like 75% of all of everything wasn't pink.  It was pink.  Our colors were pink, green, and orange, but if you ask me our colors were "blush and bashful".  &lt;---favorite movie quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TBWtfY-4ryI/AAAAAAAAAXg/hEBLUqWYebk/s1600/31644_1308766440827_1280567607_30725986_7607737_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TBWtfY-4ryI/AAAAAAAAAXg/hEBLUqWYebk/s400/31644_1308766440827_1280567607_30725986_7607737_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482478876187209506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I of course did not take any pictures of anything the day of the wedding.  ~ponders~ I wonder why??  But many of my wonderful friends did.  I cannot express how much our wedding was like a fairy tale.  My awesome photographer worked her butt off taking pictures, I mean she only took like 4000, and then the crazy girl wanted to take a vacation this week.  Can you believe that?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TBWtexxaxcI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/_-g0PHSl7Ss/s1600/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 87px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TBWtexxaxcI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/_-g0PHSl7Ss/s400/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482478865661740482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am going to leave y'all with a few pictures that were sent to me, and I will be back later this week to tell more of the amazing stories I have from that night.  Hopefully I will have my professional pictures back soon and then I can share tons of pics with y'all.  The day was amazing, and I cannot emphasize that enough.  My head is still spinning, when I think someone actually wanted to marry me, its crazy...I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TBWtehyhZ9I/AAAAAAAAAXI/-ZFHebJNV6Q/s1600/28809_130253603667630_100000489740572_277596_949710_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 87px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TBWtehyhZ9I/AAAAAAAAAXI/-ZFHebJNV6Q/s400/28809_130253603667630_100000489740572_277596_949710_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482478861371402194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will attempt to write more tomorrow.  I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-5792988481220435535?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/5792988481220435535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=5792988481220435535' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/5792988481220435535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/5792988481220435535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2010/06/fantansies-flowers-and-under-fluffies.html' title='Fantansies, Flowers, and Under Fluffies'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TBWtfOGVKsI/AAAAAAAAAXY/2MQxa_zZXFM/s72-c/30791_401915305854_561120854_4868511_3099341_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-6562786356628646651</id><published>2010-01-29T12:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:45:01.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Planning</title><content type='html'>The wedding planning is going just great. I still have lots to do, but it is coming right along. A few weeks ago we went to try on bridesmaids dresses. We picked out the cutest little dress, and best of all it was on sale! Oh yeah!! So I wanted to show you all which dress we picked out. Super cute isn't it?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/S2MsTpsIKvI/AAAAAAAAAWA/0v6cCr6pY7Q/s1600-h/dress.xml%26cmp-color%3Dtop,333333%26ftr%3D5%26cmp-end%3D1%26wid%3D330%26hei%3D460%26cvt%3Djpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 340px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/S2MsTpsIKvI/AAAAAAAAAWA/0v6cCr6pY7Q/s320/dress.xml%26cmp-color%3Dtop,333333%26ftr%3D5%26cmp-end%3D1%26wid%3D330%26hei%3D460%26cvt%3Djpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432234291659025138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep in mind.  I do not actually know this girl.  She is the model off of the website.  But this is what the dress looks like.  So cute!  I know!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-6562786356628646651?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/6562786356628646651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=6562786356628646651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/6562786356628646651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/6562786356628646651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2010/01/wedding-planning.html' title='Wedding Planning'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/S2MsTpsIKvI/AAAAAAAAAWA/0v6cCr6pY7Q/s72-c/dress.xml%26cmp-color%3Dtop,333333%26ftr%3D5%26cmp-end%3D1%26wid%3D330%26hei%3D460%26cvt%3Djpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-5639708658398114459</id><published>2010-01-17T09:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T10:28:30.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Today</title><content type='html'>I am doing this because of my Mom Gator's blog.  Its a Thankful list, just to put myself back into reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biker, he knows me and he loves me anyways.  I love him too, even though he is super stinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family.  My biggest fear is letting them down, and I don't know why.  If you ask any of them they will all tell you how proud of me they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad, who has always been my hero.  He will dance with me at my wedding.  He will be there to give me away, and for that I am ever so thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, who all know that I am off center, a little crazy, and sometimes a little aaaaahhhhhhhh, but they still hang out with me.  i could not ask for anyone better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house, it may be small and out in nowhere-ville, but it is a home and a place where people have always felt welcome, and I love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church we are attending.  Sometimes, it just feels good to be welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going bridesmaid's dress shopping today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fur babies, mine and other peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good hair.  I know this one is vein, but I have always had awesome hair, and I am thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paperwork already being started, and even though I know my family is apprehensive they have all be so supportive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wedding, something I am so excited about and so anxious and worried and crazy about all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Harley, again vein I know.  But I love to ride, I love being that close to Biker, I love the wind in my hair (even though it makes it all tangly), I am ready for Spring time so we can ride more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, I am thankful for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-5639708658398114459?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/5639708658398114459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=5639708658398114459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/5639708658398114459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/5639708658398114459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-today.html' title='Just Today'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-5367097014017768501</id><published>2010-01-16T08:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T08:54:40.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I only take vitamins provided for me by my gym</title><content type='html'>So, once again it has been months since I have blogged.  What can I say for myself?  I have been a busy girl.  First there was Dad's surgery, then Thanksgiving, then Christmas, then New Years, then Deany went into the hospital, then this, then that, then Baby Brother's senior year homecoming, and I am the new membership specialist for the HOG club.  So, I've been busy I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the part of the a fore mentioned paragraph have no been easy events, but they are in the past and everything is now on the up and up.  I know you are all just wild with wonder about the wedding planning, it is going swimmingly.  We have booked the venue, bought a dress, booked a photographer, a DJ, we have the wedding party picked out, the officiant asked, and yep that's about it.  So many of the major aspects are done.  We, my bridesmaid's and I, are going shopping tomorrow for Bridesmaid's dresses.  I am super excited.  I love doing all this wedding stuff, and now that I am in the mode then there is just no stopping me.  HAHA, I say that...sometimes there is stopping me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have an awesome photographer that has really cut me an awesome deal.  I am very excited about that.  She is super sweet, so if anyone is looking for a photographer then here is my plug for her.  Drop me a comment, and I will give you her number, again...she is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Baby Brother's homecoming last night.  He looked so handsome, but I am partial.  He was escorted by my Mom, and it was totally cool.  If you ask my Baby Brother it was not cool how my WHOLE section cheered for him, but it was cool.  We are cool like that, that's how Senior Class of 2000 roles.  LOL.  I was fun to see everyone again, people I haven't seen in years.  I talk to most of them on facebook a lot, but still face to face contact is much different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to give everyone a sneak peek at my dress, but the camera battery is down, so maybe next time.  And maybe, just maybe next time won't be 2 1/2 months way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-5367097014017768501?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/5367097014017768501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=5367097014017768501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/5367097014017768501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/5367097014017768501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-only-take-vitamins-provided-for-me-by.html' title='I only take vitamins provided for me by my gym'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-6556523415334916632</id><published>2009-11-02T16:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:05:16.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Long</title><content type='html'>This is my new child.  He was healthy when I went to Wal-Mart.  This is what he looked like when I finally left.  His name is Clarence, I bought him for $2.50.  Get it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/Su9ldeJMEbI/AAAAAAAAAVw/MvjFTk9Kzqs/s1600-h/funny+at+Wal-Mart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/Su9ldeJMEbI/AAAAAAAAAVw/MvjFTk9Kzqs/s320/funny+at+Wal-Mart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399646035222729138" 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/4851619143098662643-6556523415334916632?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/6556523415334916632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=6556523415334916632' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/6556523415334916632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/6556523415334916632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2009/11/too-long.html' title='Too Long'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/Su9ldeJMEbI/AAAAAAAAAVw/MvjFTk9Kzqs/s72-c/funny+at+Wal-Mart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-2950057885794738722</id><published>2009-11-01T11:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T11:36:30.592-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Bee</title><content type='html'>Ok, y'all I know every time I say that I am going to blog more.  What can I say?  Fall is a busy time of year for me.  State comes to do my annual audit, and without a home manager everything has fallen on me.  But, no worries.  I have made it through one audit and one investigation on my own and just fine.  So, now all I am wait for it H-town's audit and then we are free and clear for another year!  YEAH!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...what to tell you all next.  Wedding plans are coming along just great.  We have booked the ceremony and reception venue, chosen a photographer, we have chosen the date, and I have bought  the most beautiful dress ever!  Well, it started out as a really pretty dress, but then Mom and I decided to change sometimes and NOW it is the most beautiful dress ever.  I would post a pic, but Biker reads this, and I don't want him to see my dress.  Like wise, he does not want to see the dress until the day of the wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have take three trips since I last blogged.  One to Vegas with MG, and had a blast!!!  One to Mrs. Wedding Planner's wedding, who I will from now on be referring to her as Doda.  And one to OKC with MG, Mama, Doda, and Doda's Mom for a huge craft fair.  We had a blast.  Crafts were as far as the eye could see.  Biker and Schwan's man didn't want to go, they kept calling it a fart and crap show.  They are dorks...what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I guess not to terribly much has gone on.  Wow, I'm boring.  Lol.  I will try in the future to blog more, there is just so much life going on right now, that it is hard to always sit down and tell about it.  As soon as November is over I am in hopes to be able to calm down more, and be able to write.  I have acutally been doing stuff that I want to tell you guys about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made candles the other day, just cause I love to do that.  I am baking cookies, cause it is getting to be winter and the oven heats the house really nicely.  And the main thing on my plate other than work work work is wedding, WeDdInG, WEDDING!!!  In the future, I promise to be better about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-2950057885794738722?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/2950057885794738722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=2950057885794738722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/2950057885794738722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/2950057885794738722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2009/11/busy-busy-bee.html' title='Busy Busy Bee'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-6960421726700116818</id><published>2009-08-18T20:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:59:41.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream Come True</title><content type='html'>Oh yes everyone, a dream has come true for your truly.  Let me give you a little back story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biker was at his former home last week, and he called me (of course), but this call was special.  He called me to let me know that the WIENERMOBILE had been in no-where ville.  I was standing in Braums with Mrs. WP at the time.  I said, "WHAT???"  He said that the Wienermobile has been in no-where ville at a tiny grocery store that they have there, and it was on the front page of the wasted paper gazette.  You all know what kind of newspaper I am talking about.  It is like every small town paper...talks about nothing...nothing important happened...high school football news....nothing...and some trees got killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was like OMG, I need to call &lt;a href="http://www.princessandthebeads.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mom Gator&lt;/a&gt;!  So we got off the phone and I called my MG.  The lovely fellow working the icecream counter at Braums informed us that the Wienermobile would be in the TX panhandle for 3 weeks.  Now, how the Braums gentleman knew about the Wienermobile I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MG, was of course ecstatic, cause it has been a life long dream of my MG's to see the Wienermobile.&lt;br /&gt;*side notes* I saw the Wienermobile haulin wiener ass down I-40 about 2 days prior to this story.  Biker and I tried to catch it, but alas...the wienermobile was too fast for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, MG goes online to find the Wiener hotline...oh yes...there is a wiener hotline.  They couldn't tell her a thing.  Then she called the Big City Chamber of Commerce...they knew nothing either.  I called a country radio station in town and they gave me all the wiener information I could use!  Yep, the radio station ladies and gentleman...the radio station.  Seems like the Braums guy knew what he was talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the Wienermobile was going to be at United (two different locations) on Saturday.  Of course, we went.  We waited, and waited, and waited, for the Wienermobile to arrive for its last Wiener appearance for Saturday.  And waited, and waited, and waited.  Finally we went to the first United to see if the Wienermobile was just running late because of all the weiner fans that came out to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it wasn't at the first location, so we drove BACK across town to see if it had arrived.  AND IT HAD!!!  OMG, it was soo cool.  The Wienermobile operators were super nice.  They gave us coupons for...Oscar Myer wieners of course!  They have these fiberglass hotdogs that are about 2 feet long, and a foot tall, and you "dress" them with your favorite magnet toppings and get your picture taken with the wienermobile for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so amazing, we had the best time!  IDK is MG has downloaded our pics yet, but here are some Wienermobile picture to tide you over until I get copies of the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SotYzciTCYI/AAAAAAAAAVY/nlw44OVVCQY/s1600-h/Wiener+Mobile+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SotYzciTCYI/AAAAAAAAAVY/nlw44OVVCQY/s320/Wiener+Mobile+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371484621426067842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the super cool Wienermobile guy.  He asked me to write down our blog addy's cause it would be considered media for them.  Oh man, can you believe it someone other than my friends might be reading this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SotY0vKWlCI/AAAAAAAAAVo/QAqunXh7F4c/s1600-h/Wiener+Mobile+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SotY0vKWlCI/AAAAAAAAAVo/QAqunXh7F4c/s320/Wiener+Mobile+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371484643605779490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the line for the Wienermobile pictures.  I figure it wasn't too bad of a line considereing there was NO publicity about the Wienermobile coming to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SotYz5Ao9OI/AAAAAAAAAVg/PK0JWqjVFwA/s1600-h/Wiener+Mobile+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SotYz5Ao9OI/AAAAAAAAAVg/PK0JWqjVFwA/s320/Wiener+Mobile+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371484629069526242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the dash board of the Wienermobile.  Seriously, the dashboard is giant hotdogs.  How cool is that?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SotYyw_YhyI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/wXSqgnvtEQA/s1600-h/Wiener+Mobile+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SotYyw_YhyI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/wXSqgnvtEQA/s320/Wiener+Mobile+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371484609736902434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is their license plate.  Again, how cool is this?!?!  Oh yeah, I know you are all jealous as hell.  Its ok, I will try to do a post before hand next time I found out that the Wienermobile is coming to town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-6960421726700116818?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/6960421726700116818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=6960421726700116818' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/6960421726700116818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/6960421726700116818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2009/08/dream-come-true.html' title='A Dream Come True'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SotYzciTCYI/AAAAAAAAAVY/nlw44OVVCQY/s72-c/Wiener+Mobile+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-5600700660453992416</id><published>2009-08-05T19:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:32:42.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Katie Holmes</title><content type='html'>I know the title is odd, but trust me you will understand at the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to Vegas this past week.  It was wonderful, we had a fantastic time.  We went to the Secret Garden and Dolphin Exhibit at the Mirage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/Snor6e2y6dI/AAAAAAAAAUw/tO5Ls4ANyHM/s1600-h/Vegas+2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/Snor6e2y6dI/AAAAAAAAAUw/tO5Ls4ANyHM/s320/Vegas+2009+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366650189680667090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was WAY cool.  While we were there, we went underground and you can see inside the tanks where they work with the dolphins, it must be the most awesome job ever!   I swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/Snor6EtwOJI/AAAAAAAAAUo/UaOSnP4eqK4/s1600-h/Vegas+2009+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/Snor6EtwOJI/AAAAAAAAAUo/UaOSnP4eqK4/s320/Vegas+2009+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366650182663420050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Winn, which is much to expensive for us.  But they has these beautiful statues of butterflys, so Biker took my picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SnosQmbw9AI/AAAAAAAAAU4/6ZLIKkTpOPE/s1600-h/Vegas+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SnosQmbw9AI/AAAAAAAAAU4/6ZLIKkTpOPE/s320/Vegas+2009+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366650569671898114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gambeled a little bit, mostly lost money.  That's how it goes in Vegas. Apparently, Vegas wasn't built on winners.  Who knew???  Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to watch the Pirate show.  This makes my third time to Vegas, and I have never seen the pirate show.  Its called the Sirens At TI.  It was really cool!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/Snos2_2-iUI/AAAAAAAAAVA/PUYBDdKHBs8/s1600-h/Vegas+2009+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/Snos2_2-iUI/AAAAAAAAAVA/PUYBDdKHBs8/s320/Vegas+2009+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366651229331949890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night we went to see Crazy Girls.  The tickets were free with our room.  I now see why.  It is a topless review, which ok whatever.  It is also, Vegas' longest running topless review, THAT I DO NOT SEE WHY!!!!  The best part of it was the magician at intermission.  I kid you not.  Biker got up to go to the bathroom during the actual show.  It was that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon Biker has me call The Paris to see what time the Eiffel tower closed.  They told me that is closes at 12:30am.  Which is 2:30am in Texas.  After the terrible show, we got on the bus, which is the best money I have ever spent in Vegas, and was off to the Eiffel Tower.  I also had a coupon, buy one ticket, get one free.  Hey its like $12 a person to go up there, it was worth my coupon.  So anyways, we are on the bus with the most awful bus driver in the world.  He must hate his job, cause he pretty much told us that.  It took forever to get to the Eiffel Tower, and Biker was just so anxious.  He kept saying, can't he hurry up, we aren't going to make it.  Please note, when Biker stated saying these things we has been on the bus approximately 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we finally get to The Paris, we go buy our tickets, and the very nice lady says that yes the last tickets will be sold at 12:30 am.  Oh, ok cool.  And that we had an hour wait time.  Fabulous!  Anyways, we finally get up to the top of the Eiffel Tower.  It was us and every Asian tourist in Vegas.  And they all tried to put coins into the distance viewer thingys that had big signs on them that said "OUT OF ORDER".  Those things should be called Quarter Eaters.  Cause it took all their money, but gave them nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I would like for you to all note that it is approximately 900 million degree in Las Vegas in August.  And we are 21 stories above the ground.  It was HOT!  And we stood up there forever.  Then we would go look at the other side.  We would stand there for a while, then we would go look at the other side.  We would stand there for a while, AND then we would go look at the other side.  This went on for 1 1/2 hours.  At one point Biker's shoe came untied.  Now, we have been together for a long time.  I think nothing of this, so I tell him, put your foot up here and I will tie it.  So he did, and I tied it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally people started to clear off, and it was hot, and we had seen ever sight that you could possibly see from the Eiffel Tower in Las Vages.  So, Biker turns to me and says "Baby Gator, I have a surprise for you."  I said, "Ok".    Then he got down on one knee and said, "Baby Gator, will you marry me?"  I said "OMG, yes."  Then we cried, he says he didn't cry, but he did.  Don't tell him I said that.  So there was only like 6 tourist, us and two employees left on the top, so they took our picture and told us congratulations, and we all went down to the casino.  Where I got outside and promptly called my Mom Gator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SnoxgFtM8AI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F1wrR9fWYMk/s1600-h/Vegas+2009+033-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SnoxgFtM8AI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F1wrR9fWYMk/s320/Vegas+2009+033-b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366656333322711042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think the girl that took the picture was drunk, cause she took about three but they all had her finger it, so I finally just said, no that's good I will just crop your finger out of my pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biker kept saying, don't call Mom Gator it is 3:30 am Texas time, she didn't care.  She was so happy too!!!  Biker is loved by my family, and that is so important to me.  Biker know this too, and he even went and talked to my Dad (granddad) to ask permission to marry me.  My Dad told Biker that he already considers him family and that he would be proud to have me marry Biker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, I am like Katie Holmes, cause we both got engaged on the Eiffel Tower.  There maybe a slight geographical difference, but the fact remains, they are both Eiffel Towers, and we are engaged!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-5600700660453992416?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/5600700660453992416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=5600700660453992416' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/5600700660453992416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/5600700660453992416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-and-katie-holmes.html' title='Me and Katie Holmes'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/Snor6e2y6dI/AAAAAAAAAUw/tO5Ls4ANyHM/s72-c/Vegas+2009+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-8433969560747172087</id><published>2009-07-22T16:09:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:40:28.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And another month passes!</title><content type='html'>I know, I promised that I would start blogging more, and I have had every intention of doing so.  And you see where that got me.  Let's see what all has happened in a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to OKC, for the national HOG rally.  We got to ride in the parade of Harley's it was so awesome.  We met new friends, Deluxe, and his grilfriend type person (I haven't come up with a name for her yet, but she really isn't a key player in the story), Snooty, and her husband type person Spence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SmeEEhHXbDI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/K05dVQVavuU/s1600-h/National+HOG+Rally-OKC+6-09+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SmeEEhHXbDI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/K05dVQVavuU/s320/National+HOG+Rally-OKC+6-09+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361399094551473202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me and Snooty.  Aren't we so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SmeEFE4lfiI/AAAAAAAAAUg/cuFRGg_XNYU/s1600-h/National+HOG+Rally-OKC+6-09+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SmeEFE4lfiI/AAAAAAAAAUg/cuFRGg_XNYU/s320/National+HOG+Rally-OKC+6-09+104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361399104153157154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Deluxe, Spence, and Biker.  You can tell my Biker was tired.  Lol, and maybe Spence was even sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SmeEEwGAJXI/AAAAAAAAAUY/6wgvRvH_txY/s1600-h/National+HOG+Rally-OKC+6-09+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SmeEEwGAJXI/AAAAAAAAAUY/6wgvRvH_txY/s320/National+HOG+Rally-OKC+6-09+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361399098572285298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Deluxe and his girlfriend (type person). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deluxe has the same name as Biker, but it's spelled differently.  Which is pretty cool.  Spence and Biker were friends in High School.  Ok, well that catches you up on the new peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am posting a pic of my favorite part of the parade.  On one side the flag is attached to a building, on the otherside it is attached to a fireman's latter truck.  All the fireman were standing by the truck in uniform, it was so awesome!!!  Well, you can see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SmeChdQUDTI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ajQGfOc-L_k/s1600-h/National+HOG+Rally-OKC+6-09+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SmeChdQUDTI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ajQGfOc-L_k/s320/National+HOG+Rally-OKC+6-09+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361397392708209970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the OKC zoo while we were there, and it was so cool.  Everyone made fun of me for wanting to go to the zoo, but we had a great time.  I found coupons that got us each in for $5.  That was like a $4 per couple savings.  I know, my name is Baby Gator and I am a coupon addict.  I learned it from my Mom Gator, I can't help myself, coupons are a learned dependency for me.  Lol!  I love you MG! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cooked at the HOG club last weekend.  Biker smoked 4 briskets, and I made homemade peach cobbler.  We just bought the rest of the fixins.  It was WONDERFUL!!!!! About 40 people or so showed up and cleaned us out.  I was great.  Everyone loves peach cobbler done that way, and it is just so simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept Mrs. Wedding Planners animals, the boys, this past weekend while they were away on vacation.  They were just so good...well....almost.  Seems that we left brisket grease in a container a little to accessible.  This was on day three.  Well, seeing as how doggies can't just pop lids off, they chewed threw the container, and they ate the WHOLE thing of brisket grease.  Mrs. WP kept apologizing to me, but I kept apologizing back, cause no telling what kind of digestive problems the boys are gonna have after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I also did not want to give back little dog.  He was my snuggle buddy.  They are seriously the easiest dogs in the world to baby sit.  I kept furry paper weights, I swear.  It was great.  Oh and the best thing of all, Mrs. WP and the Schwans Man are thinking about moving to Happy-town.  How cool would that be??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to a Mary Kay party at Krista's house.  It was so cool, everyone there was so nice to me, and the more people I meet in this town the nicer they are being.  Its so cool.  I didn't buy anything, but I had a blast, and met lots of neat people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week we fly out again, and I am really looking forward to a vacation.  Things haven't been going so bueno at work, but it's a hazard of the job I guess.  Mrs. WP is thinking about applying for the home manager's position when it comes available, and I am so excited, cause we would get to work together more.  Ok, well I am going to go for a while.  I will take lots of pics next week, and I promise I will share them with all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-8433969560747172087?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/8433969560747172087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=8433969560747172087' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/8433969560747172087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/8433969560747172087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-another-month-passes.html' title='And another month passes!'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SmeEEhHXbDI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/K05dVQVavuU/s72-c/National+HOG+Rally-OKC+6-09+109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-1998567841036093364</id><published>2009-06-18T18:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:48:40.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Cow It's Been Forever!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, I have no idea why it has been so long since I have written anything.  Heck, its almost been years.  So, I am going to give you a quick run down of how things have been going, and the real reasons why I haven't been on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lydi had surgery, it went great and that is so awesome!!!  This also means that I have been having to do twice the work since she has been gone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lydi is retiring...I am sad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People have gone crazy.  I formerly thought these people were not crazy, but turns out....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weddings...no of course not my own, but I did work some and one of them was super awesome...the other one...well...I will tell you after it is settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The (take over your life with all the weeding that you have to do) garden.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The stupid people at my work...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Riding the Harley.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Facebook farming.  If you facebook farm then you know what I am talking about!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So lots of super neat stuff have been going on.  Still no full time job on the home front for Biker, but he did get PRN (as needed) work with WT!  Who-hoo!  WT...A&amp;amp;M...WT...A&amp;amp;M!  Sorry that is a chant from back in the day...ah...memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to work at a wedding with Mrs. Wedding Planner and it was so super cool.  I could so have a job just taking care of peoples wants and riding in a limo, as a matter of fact, if anyone knows of an opening for a position like that then I am available.  Seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flutterby and her daughter came to see Mom and me.  It was totally awesome!  Mom rode on the Harley that night too.  It was way cool.  She is such a biker chick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SkFWU0rm6tI/AAAAAAAAASw/LTAv27ArKdA/s1600-h/Harley+Mom+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SkFWU0rm6tI/AAAAAAAAASw/LTAv27ArKdA/s320/Harley+Mom+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350652748031781586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See, you are always suppose to wear your helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SkFWVLeOJ9I/AAAAAAAAAS4/2DmNGsCh7uM/s1600-h/Harley+Mom+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SkFWVLeOJ9I/AAAAAAAAAS4/2DmNGsCh7uM/s320/Harley+Mom+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350652754149648338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unless you are a bad ass Biker that gives up his helmet so his almost mother in law can wear it.  Don't they both look so comfortable on a bike???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I also found this meat on sale at Wal-Mart, its called Pork Brisket.  I had never heard of it and neither had Biker, but it was on sale for $0.75 a pound, so be bought a bunch of it.  Turns out it is the meat that is on the end of ribs.  WE LOVE RIBS!!!  So, turns out...we love pork brisket.  Biker has been smoking some of it for us, but now we are out of wood so we have to get some more wood so we can have somemore of the scrumptious meat.  Here are some pics for your viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SkFXqktBCjI/AAAAAAAAATA/SZcIN65bSuw/s1600-h/Shawn%27s+BBQ+Pork+Brisket+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SkFXqktBCjI/AAAAAAAAATA/SZcIN65bSuw/s320/Shawn%27s+BBQ+Pork+Brisket+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350654221211470386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what is looked like when he first put it on the smoker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SkFXqiz9LDI/AAAAAAAAATI/IAxROPNLSBU/s1600-h/Shawn%27s+BBQ+Pork+Brisket+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SkFXqiz9LDI/AAAAAAAAATI/IAxROPNLSBU/s320/Shawn%27s+BBQ+Pork+Brisket+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350654220703706162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the end product.  OMG, it was SOOOOO good.  We are making some to take to the 4th of July thingy at Mom's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SkFXq3UzxUI/AAAAAAAAATQ/yAZzoh92sBM/s1600-h/Shawn%27s+BBQ+Pork+Brisket+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SkFXq3UzxUI/AAAAAAAAATQ/yAZzoh92sBM/s320/Shawn%27s+BBQ+Pork+Brisket+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350654226210211138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what was left.  What can I say?  Don't come between a big girl and her meat.  I will stab you, I am not even playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to the river for Memorial Day, and took Baby Brother.  We all had a blast!!!  I have like 94 pictures of us at the river, so I will only post a few, because I am sure that you all have something to do other that read this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SkFZW3zcEdI/AAAAAAAAATY/voRYHWwnHBg/s1600-h/River+Rats+Memorial+Day+09+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SkFZW3zcEdI/AAAAAAAAATY/voRYHWwnHBg/s320/River+Rats+Memorial+Day+09+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350656081764553170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biker playing his harmonica that my Mama sent him.  I called her and let her listen to him play.  He can only play Taps...did I mention that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SkFZXNgriDI/AAAAAAAAATg/eI70yxwwxv4/s1600-h/River+Rats+Memorial+Day+09+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SkFZXNgriDI/AAAAAAAAATg/eI70yxwwxv4/s320/River+Rats+Memorial+Day+09+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350656087591454770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My super totally awesome coolio Baby Brother.  Who is taller than I am, and I am just so glad that he is MY brother and no one elses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SkFZXk8ioBI/AAAAAAAAATo/a2_X6QU-K1E/s1600-h/River+Rats+Memorial+Day+09+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SkFZXk8ioBI/AAAAAAAAATo/a2_X6QU-K1E/s320/River+Rats+Memorial+Day+09+072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350656093882327058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me, washing Biker's hair.  I also washed Baby Brother's but no one got a picture of that.  See...and no one believes me that they are spoiled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SkFZXzRND_I/AAAAAAAAATw/xM8nQAiXb3o/s1600-h/River+Rats+Memorial+Day+09+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SkFZXzRND_I/AAAAAAAAATw/xM8nQAiXb3o/s320/River+Rats+Memorial+Day+09+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350656097727090674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my super dirty flip flops!  I love to get dirty.  Oh yeah, you know what I mean!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well that is all that I am going to share today.  I should also let everyone know that I took my blog off private for a while, if I start getting stalked again then I will put it back to private, but it has been almost a year since all of that crap, so hopefully we are in the clear now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise from now on I will try to blog more.  The only reason I thought about it today was because I got a package from Sarita the other day, and she asked me to start blogging again, and Mrs. Wedding Planner called me a while ago and put in a request for a blog.  So, I much ablidge my reading public.  I love you all so much and have missed you.  I hope that you will enjoy this posting, and again, I will really try to post more often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-1998567841036093364?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/1998567841036093364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=1998567841036093364' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/1998567841036093364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/1998567841036093364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2009/06/holy-cow-its-been-forever.html' title='Holy Cow It&apos;s Been Forever!'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SkFWU0rm6tI/AAAAAAAAASw/LTAv27ArKdA/s72-c/Harley+Mom+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-1829673802569046814</id><published>2009-04-19T10:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:23:54.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy-round 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;So we had another round of weather this past week.  I was at work and Biker was at the house, and everyone under the sun, bless their hearts, kept calling me to say "Now Gator, you should probably get on home."  Which I did.  I wish I had taken a picture of the storm that I drove into.  It was crazy!!!  I got home, and not 5 minutes later they started blowing the tornado sirens.  Seriously, I made it just in time.  Well the sirens went off for about 30 minutes in all.  No tornado.  So I called the city, they said they were told to blow the sirens of they were blowing them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess people tend to be more cautious if there town has been almost destroyed before by a tornado.  So we stayed in the basement for a while.  That was fun.  Roll call for basement activity:  Gator here, Biker here, Patrick here, Dixie here, Milk here.  Oh yeah.  Let's get Patrick, Dixie and Milk in a small confined location for 30 minutes.  That worked out well.  So up we go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was exhausted from the whole day and week that I had had, so Biker told me to lay down and he would come get me if anything was going on.  I was only suppose to get to sleep for an hour.  Yeah that didn't happen.  Work called no less that 15 times in 1 hour.  Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally I was about to get up when Biker came in and said "Tulia (the armpit of Texas) got hit with what they are saying is a foot of hail.  They are saying if you don't have to go to Tulia then don't.  So you wanna go to Tulia???"  Which of course I replyed sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we go.  And I took pictures along the way so that I could blog about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I can't figure out how or why all of this is underlined.  I tried to turn it off and it won't.  So sorry y'all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/Ses_7y3RogI/AAAAAAAAARY/bRIosLY8pgU/s1600-h/Hale+in+Tulia+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/Ses_7y3RogI/AAAAAAAAARY/bRIosLY8pgU/s320/Hale+in+Tulia+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326421280794190338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is right outside of Happy, there is standing water EVERYWHERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/Ses_8DMwU6I/AAAAAAAAARg/XF5cJRc2yIw/s1600-h/Hale+in+Tulia+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/Ses_8DMwU6I/AAAAAAAAARg/XF5cJRc2yIw/s320/Hale+in+Tulia+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326421285179249570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People were stuck in the bar ditches, and everything.  We were going to pull them out, but no one was in the car.  Who gets out of the car in a hail storm?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/Ses_8dZlx_I/AAAAAAAAARo/zcRGLIqPlRg/s1600-h/Hale+in+Tulia+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/Ses_8dZlx_I/AAAAAAAAARo/zcRGLIqPlRg/s320/Hale+in+Tulia+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326421292212406258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had to get out the snow plows to get all the hail off of the roads.  Yep, y'all this is hail not snow.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/Ses_8qN7uzI/AAAAAAAAARw/xkZZwubr1UA/s1600-h/Hale+in+Tulia+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/Ses_8qN7uzI/AAAAAAAAARw/xkZZwubr1UA/s320/Hale+in+Tulia+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326421295653174066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were stuck in this long line of vehicles for a while, but we turned around, drove north in the south bound lane, finally found was is suppose to be an on ramp, we used it as an off ramp, and got on the access road.  And then I took pics of all the silly people still stuck in line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SetBWkJMf-I/AAAAAAAAAR4/3OXD0ufNG8M/s1600-h/Hale+in+Tulia+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SetBWkJMf-I/AAAAAAAAAR4/3OXD0ufNG8M/s320/Hale+in+Tulia+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326422840210915298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on into Tulia, and saw this truck being all sorts of stuck.  They had a big wrecker there to pull him out.  Biker preceded to tell me all of the things that the driver probably did wrong, and how he would have done it.  Or the other possibility was that the road washed out and the driver got stuck. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SetBW1-3ydI/AAAAAAAAASA/kbrthn9nZ3U/s1600-h/Hale+in+Tulia+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SetBW1-3ydI/AAAAAAAAASA/kbrthn9nZ3U/s320/Hale+in+Tulia+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326422844999453138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was really stuck.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SetBXINoTWI/AAAAAAAAASI/T5crQkYTaug/s1600-h/Hale+in+Tulia+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SetBXINoTWI/AAAAAAAAASI/T5crQkYTaug/s320/Hale+in+Tulia+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326422849893191010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This guy was stuck too.  But, if you look closely it would have been the prefect place to unload.  No ramps needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SetCZbh1onI/AAAAAAAAASg/QJlw9nSk-Do/s1600-h/Hale+in+Tulia+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SetCZbh1onI/AAAAAAAAASg/QJlw9nSk-Do/s320/Hale+in+Tulia+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326423988949590642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the poor Ford house.  It got blown away about 3 years ago by a tornado.  Now it got the crap beat out of it by hail.  If I owned this building I would would move my business.  It's just bad karma there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SetBX06FzMI/AAAAAAAAASQ/DW2hfqIGqxs/s1600-h/Hale+in+Tulia+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SetBX06FzMI/AAAAAAAAASQ/DW2hfqIGqxs/s320/Hale+in+Tulia+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326422861890833602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw these hard core bikers at the rest stop.  HARD CORE I tell ya!  These are the true bikers of the world.  Rain, snow, hail, whatever they are like the postal system, nothing will stop them!  Freedom at its finest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SetBYFGDfVI/AAAAAAAAASY/kSuSBIlEfSQ/s1600-h/Hale+in+Tulia+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SetBYFGDfVI/AAAAAAAAASY/kSuSBIlEfSQ/s320/Hale+in+Tulia+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326422866235981138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our bike.  Safe and sound at home in the garage, with the tarp over it so it doesn't get water or dust on it.  Did I mention we were in Biker's pickup?  Turns out we aren't hard core. &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/4851619143098662643-1829673802569046814?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/1829673802569046814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=1829673802569046814' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/1829673802569046814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/1829673802569046814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2009/04/crazy-round-2.html' title='Crazy-round 2'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/Ses_7y3RogI/AAAAAAAAARY/bRIosLY8pgU/s72-c/Hale+in+Tulia+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-7795283415513294669</id><published>2009-04-04T15:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:13:47.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST PLAIN CRAZY!!!</title><content type='html'>Man the wind has been TERRIBLE here!  We tried to take pictures, but they wouldn't turn out right.  The wind has been so bad that the weather man even came on tv and said travel around Happy and I-27 was STRONGLY discouraged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the crazy wind, it has been a pretty good day.  We got up this morning and went into Amarillo to donate blood, because I feel that is just the thing to do.  I mean, what if it is me that needs blood next time?  I hope some generous soul has donated so that I can be saved.  Anyways, enough of my soap box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We donated the blood, and when I say WE I really mean I donated blood.  Biker tried but bless his little heart, he just couldn't fill up the bag.  Bon Bon donated, Mr. Bean donated, Mr. Bean's girlfriend donated, and so many more.  I am so proud of everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight,  the most fabulous couple, Wedding Planner and the Schwan's Man are coming over tonight for brisket and games.  They are bringing a game called "Inappropriate Questions" (I think that is what it's called), and we just bought Scattegories and Taboo at a garage sale on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of super awesome finds at garage sales, we got a Food Saver and 8 rolls of the bags that go with it for $3.  One roll usually costs more than $3.  The actual machine ranges from $85-129.99 on e-bay.  I just looked!  CRAZY HUH?!?!  And people call me cheap.  I am not cheap I am just frugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~whispers~  I get the 'frugalness' from my Mom Gator.  She is so totally awesome she bought a pair of boots one time with just the money she saved from using coupons.  I swear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-7795283415513294669?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/7795283415513294669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=7795283415513294669' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/7795283415513294669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/7795283415513294669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-plain-crazy.html' title='JUST PLAIN CRAZY!!!'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-929827180845307976</id><published>2009-03-11T19:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:29:50.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know its been forever!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I am so sorry that it has taken me so long to post a new entry.  What can I say?  I am lazy.  I have been sick off and on with bronchitis and now a tummy bug.  It has been no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot's of exciting things have happened since I posted last.  Biker and I and some friends went to Red River to go skiing, even though I don't ski.  Biker had a fabulous time swishing up and down the slopes.  I got to sled.  We couldn't figure out how to get my flash to work on the camera.  But I was sledding one time buy a big-o-sign that said "ABSOLUTELY NO SLEDDING".  What can I say, I am a rebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I cut my hair.  I know I know I know.  Please no one freak out.  It wasn't that much.  Well, to me it seemed like a ton, but it was really only like 4-6 inches.  I got it layered and some swooshy bangs.  Not real bangs, but not like before.  Oh heck just look at the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/ScGejbvSIuI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Dp60ftW8rbc/s1600-h/Hair+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/ScGejbvSIuI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Dp60ftW8rbc/s320/Hair+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314703366852584162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is right before I cut my hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/ScGejyMmMmI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_luj2QhzzCs/s1600-h/Hair+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/ScGejyMmMmI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_luj2QhzzCs/s320/Hair+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314703372881113698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is all of the hair that got cut off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/ScGekC-FkLI/AAAAAAAAAQo/J9CAKFEw-f8/s1600-h/Hair+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/ScGekC-FkLI/AAAAAAAAAQo/J9CAKFEw-f8/s320/Hair+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314703377383657650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my hair now.  Isn't it fabulous???  It feels so much lighter.  And it is way easier to take care of.  I mean, I know that I didn't chop it all off or anything, but I really like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State has been to one of my homes again.  I have to tell you that was a blast.  ~rolls her eyes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then things took a little bit of a turn.  Biker lost his job on the 12th of March.  It is really sad.  There are good things that are coming out if this situation though.  He will finally be out of Pampa (eventually-which is something I really never thought would happen).  So he has been on the hunt for a new job.  He tried his hand at burlesque dancing, but it just didn't work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/ScGahx6hEkI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/H94ac1f-7xI/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/ScGahx6hEkI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/H94ac1f-7xI/s320/Fun+Stuff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314698940399030850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has met many fabulous people on his quest for a new career.  My favorite person that he has encountered thus far is a man he sat next to at unemployment orientation.  This man had probably not had a bath since running water was invented and I kid you not...was wearing a salmon pink tuxedo shirt.  ~blink blink~  Seriously.  This man we will call him Mr. Fishman, not only because of the super fancy shirt he was wearing but also because he smelled like one.  Did I mention that is was like 89 degrees on this day, and the air conditioner at the unemployment center does not work???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Fishman, who I unfortunately do not have a picture of, wanted to befriend my dear Biker.  Mr. Fishman searches the room for the perfect spot to hear the lecture that is about to begin...luckily there is a seat right next to Biker.  So Mr. Fishman sits down, and precedes  to tell Biker that it isn't his fault that he is unemployed.  Apparently Mr. Fishman got into a physical altercation with another "gentleman" at the City of Wind and Dust, and since the other "gentleman" had 30+ years with the city and Mr. Fishman was apparently a newbie he was let go.  I can't imagine why......&lt;br /&gt;Next, Mr. Fishman tells Biker how no one will pay for an experienced forklift operator.  He has 30+ years as a forklift operator and no one will pay him for his experience.  As a matter of fact, he went to the local meat packing plant and applied to be a forklift operator.  He even took the written test and passed.  Then Mr. Plant Manager asked Mr.  Fishman to get on the forklift and "show him what he's got".  So Mr. Fishman obliges.  After only a few moments on the forklift Mr. Plant Manager starts yelling at Mr. Fishman to get off the forklift, because (and this is a direct quote), "you just know too much, you're already fired".  And Mr. Fishman SWEARS this has happened to him not only once...but TWICE.  Yeah, ok......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also an almost altercation in the class that Biker was in, but that is a story for another time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see, I have been super busy collecting great stories like this one to share with you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-929827180845307976?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/929827180845307976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=929827180845307976' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/929827180845307976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/929827180845307976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-know-its-been-forever.html' title='I know its been forever!'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/ScGejbvSIuI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Dp60ftW8rbc/s72-c/Hair+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-5127786328221477756</id><published>2009-02-17T08:32:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:42:56.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The suspense will just kill you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok everyone, I am sorry that I am just now getting all of the pics up from the swap.  I had a blast as always!!!  Here are all of the fabulous pics that I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZsfzjsEE5I/AAAAAAAAAP4/kf8J5xSGNAY/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZsfzjsEE5I/AAAAAAAAAP4/kf8J5xSGNAY/s320/Fun+Stuff+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303867956772737938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me tying to cut open the package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZsfzWBaL1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/WzC3zVwEvSw/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZsfzWBaL1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/WzC3zVwEvSw/s320/Fun+Stuff+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303867953104170834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still trying to cut open the package.  Rev Kim is one good taper!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZsfzNxiCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/caVgMKJ_5AE/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZsfzNxiCnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/caVgMKJ_5AE/s320/Fun+Stuff+072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303867950890093170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Valentine's day card!  How cool is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZsfygSm9JI/AAAAAAAAAPg/1YTqYe-0LMg/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZsfygSm9JI/AAAAAAAAAPg/1YTqYe-0LMg/s320/Fun+Stuff+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303867938680796306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it's pink my favorite color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZrOTOb7MAI/AAAAAAAAAPY/cUDh1RIn23k/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZrOTOb7MAI/AAAAAAAAAPY/cUDh1RIn23k/s320/Fun+Stuff+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303778340870238210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love this gift bags.  They were so cute.  But wait until you see what is inside of this one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZrOS2-IANI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_v0v4lrVSxA/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZrOS2-IANI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_v0v4lrVSxA/s320/Fun+Stuff+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303778334571233490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do do do do do do do, do do do do dut do do a do a do do do do do do do ...dut da dut dut dut dut dut.  That is the Jepordy theme song if you type it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZrOSnrSqQI/AAAAAAAAAPI/OjOnUheDV_k/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZrOSnrSqQI/AAAAAAAAAPI/OjOnUheDV_k/s320/Fun+Stuff+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303778330465708290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Skitles and Star Bursts!!!  My absolute favorite candies1!!  Oh, how did she know????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZrOSU8JG6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/h14imPeLX2k/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZrOSU8JG6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/h14imPeLX2k/s320/Fun+Stuff+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303778325436111778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tons of sugary goodness.  I am in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZrORqJUHDI/AAAAAAAAAO4/UjZ0SuzWLos/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZrORqJUHDI/AAAAAAAAAO4/UjZ0SuzWLos/s320/Fun+Stuff+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303778313948634162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait, what is this???  Another bag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZrNHuWnoII/AAAAAAAAAOw/S_y9meDjcck/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZrNHuWnoII/AAAAAAAAAOw/S_y9meDjcck/s320/Fun+Stuff+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303777043767861378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hand Sanitizer, a girl in my job can never have to much of this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZrNHsmtVTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/UDlw7bgb5kc/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZrNHsmtVTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/UDlw7bgb5kc/s320/Fun+Stuff+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303777043298473266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A magnet from her home state of Wyoming.  It isn't the best pic, because the flash kept reflecting off of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZrNHbf92LI/AAAAAAAAAOg/U9frjkRpn74/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZrNHbf92LI/AAAAAAAAAOg/U9frjkRpn74/s320/Fun+Stuff+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303777038706792626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh candles!  You all know how I just love candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZrNHMdGypI/AAAAAAAAAOY/CWA1AcNxPbw/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZrNHMdGypI/AAAAAAAAAOY/CWA1AcNxPbw/s320/Fun+Stuff+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303777034668264082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is shower gel.  Sorry, I had already uploaded all of the pics before I realized it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZrNG8jHsfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/QxFlQ9HXhrQ/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZrNG8jHsfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/QxFlQ9HXhrQ/s320/Fun+Stuff+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303777030398521842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love Burt's Bees Waz stuff.  It is just all so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for some Pantypalooza pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZrLliLkxII/AAAAAAAAAOI/JajK87Y_c4Y/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZrLliLkxII/AAAAAAAAAOI/JajK87Y_c4Y/s320/Fun+Stuff+084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303775356873131138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I only had to do for 10 women and 2 kiddos this year.  So I was able to fill all of my gift bags super full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZrLlD7WBvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/QykQbjyKXdY/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZrLlD7WBvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/QykQbjyKXdY/s320/Fun+Stuff+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303775348751992562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a shot of the whole box sitting on my messy messy desk.  I just love Panty palooza.  It is so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZrLk4b_bgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/hDh-4WkAKSI/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZrLk4b_bgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/hDh-4WkAKSI/s320/Fun+Stuff+087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303775345667698178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A close up of one of the bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZrLk34BFII/AAAAAAAAANw/TehqPW7tyFk/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZrLk34BFII/AAAAAAAAANw/TehqPW7tyFk/s320/Fun+Stuff+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303775345516811394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another close up of the bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZ1uEESasDI/AAAAAAAAAQA/fkGF4S9OBuo/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZ1uEESasDI/AAAAAAAAAQA/fkGF4S9OBuo/s320/Fun+Stuff+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304516952261832754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh wait, what is this?  Me eating some skittles.  Well, of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZ1uEZYNBmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/utOIYfSFS68/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZ1uEZYNBmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/utOIYfSFS68/s320/Fun+Stuff+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304516957923247714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A skittle tried to get away.  I hunted him down like the dirty skittle he is.  And then threw him in the trash can, you shouldn't eat stuff off of the floor anyways, but especially not at my work. &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/4851619143098662643-5127786328221477756?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/5127786328221477756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=5127786328221477756' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/5127786328221477756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/5127786328221477756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2009/02/suspense-will-just-kill-you.html' title='The suspense will just kill you!'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZsfzjsEE5I/AAAAAAAAAP4/kf8J5xSGNAY/s72-c/Fun+Stuff+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-3919065819754561932</id><published>2009-02-09T15:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:36:26.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some random pics</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, I haven't posted in a while. So I thought I would just throw some random pictures out here so that you can see what all I have been up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZCbkDHum5I/AAAAAAAAANY/iVW2BuhngOA/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZCbkDHum5I/AAAAAAAAANY/iVW2BuhngOA/s320/Fun+Stuff+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300907805030390674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is at the Dairy Queen on I-40.  Seriously, only in Texas could you ride your horse to the restaurant and not get into trouble.  What I love even more about this is that the horses aren't tied up.  They are just in parking places.  It was fabulous.  Biker had to make the block so that I could take this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZCbj-1KBVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LCcCfpHYt9E/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZCbj-1KBVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LCcCfpHYt9E/s320/Fun+Stuff+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300907803878753618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my fabulous new friend.  I haven't thought of a name for her on here yet, but I will.  We have SO MUCH IN COMMON.  She is awesome, and I am so glad that a bad part of our lives could bring us together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZCbjsAUgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/X12Zn2uddQE/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZCbjsAUgMI/AAAAAAAAANI/X12Zn2uddQE/s320/Fun+Stuff+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300907798825304258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Bones being super Fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZCbjUTugWI/AAAAAAAAANA/aV6WhVhGQcU/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZCbjUTugWI/AAAAAAAAANA/aV6WhVhGQcU/s320/Fun+Stuff+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300907792464249186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never guess who is really behind the mask.&lt;br /&gt;Biker and every Mexican at the flee market probably tried this mask on.  Of course I had to take a picture.  It just cracks me up!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZCbi_0njhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/MpY7Ukiih_M/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZCbi_0njhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/MpY7Ukiih_M/s320/Fun+Stuff+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300907786965061138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger was hiding under Mom.  I don't remember why, but I just love this pic so I had to post it on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZCeKzokGyI/AAAAAAAAANg/-3reRZpFwYY/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZCeKzokGyI/AAAAAAAAANg/-3reRZpFwYY/s320/Fun+Stuff+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300910669911300898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked baby brother to let me borrow a shirt because I was burning up when I was at their house for the Super Bowl.  He brings me the gray shirt that I am wearing in the picture.  I started laughing and told him that I didn't need a poncho, just a lighter shirt.  So he went a put on the blue poncho and then we took pics.  I swear we weren't drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZChA5siZZI/AAAAAAAAANo/1SmJvwtuwdM/s1600-h/shawn%27s+camera+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZChA5siZZI/AAAAAAAAANo/1SmJvwtuwdM/s320/shawn%27s+camera+149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300913798274770322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is of course Biker and me at the OK State HOG rally.  Apparently he was trying to be all cool for the camera and act like he was going to lick me.  No dice.  Sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I have posted some pics just for y'all's enjoyment.  I called the crisis center in Amarillo about Pantypalooza and that is in full swing.  I will be dropping my stuff off on Friday, the day before Valentine's day.  I can't wait.  I always love Pantypalooza.  It just nice (ok and fun too) to be able to give to the community and extend a helping hand when someone needs it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-3919065819754561932?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/3919065819754561932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=3919065819754561932' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/3919065819754561932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/3919065819754561932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-some-random-pics.html' title='Just some random pics'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SZCbkDHum5I/AAAAAAAAANY/iVW2BuhngOA/s72-c/Fun+Stuff+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-2739870409102252067</id><published>2009-01-22T08:53:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:36:15.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I get AN award?  No, I got TWO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SXiK2NRvj6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/_EEpmwqO_XE/s1600-h/friends_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SXiK2NRvj6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/_EEpmwqO_XE/s320/friends_award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294134025855668130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~doing her best Oscar winning i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mpe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rsonation&lt;/span&gt;~  I just want to thank everyone out there who has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ys&lt;/span&gt; helped me and loved me and supported me.  First of all God, cause He is just #1.  My family, Mom Gator, Baby Brother, Mama, Dad, Uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ootl&lt;/span&gt;, you all mean the world to me.  ~still acting so well~  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Um...Biker, you have loved me through all the long hours and hard work it took to win this award.  You stood by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and you will just never know how much yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;u mean to me.  Also, I want to thank HP computers, and Mom Gator for the screen, The Office on NBC for making my mouse pad.  You are all just so wonderful.  Thank yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;u and God Bless!  ~does the weird suck in wind thing as she fake cries~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won an award&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; in case you can't tell?!?!  I should have been an actress, I would have been amazing!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so here is how it went down.  Mom Gator got an award on her blog and she had to give awards out to 8 other people.  I was number 4, but at least I still got one of them!  YES!!!  Then another wonderful thing happened.  Bunny gave me and award too!  How awesome is that???  I must be the super coolest Gator in a tow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;n without a frown, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cause&lt;/span&gt; I got TWO awards!  TWO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/HP_Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/HP_Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/HP_Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;(side note-I have been trying to get this dang award to the center of the page right here.  I worked on it for over 10 minutes.  Finally, I said the hell with it, I will just leave it up at the top on the left.  Who cares.  I got two awards!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; aim to find and be friends. They are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to eight &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for my eight I am going to pick, (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; these maybe some repeats I should just let you know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://www.princessandthebeads.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mom Gator&lt;/a&gt;, because not only is she the best Mom Gator like EVER, but she also if my friend.  She knows how to make me laugh, she always tries to be upbeat on her blog, and she doesn't use her blog to be a bitch.  I love you so much MG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mujermaravilla.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Rach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, no one can tell a story like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Rach&lt;/span&gt;.  Even better than her blog is knowing her in person.  She is fabulous and you are all jealous that she is totally awesome and I know her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnybunster.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bunny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Bunster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  You have become a really good blogger friend.  I love going to see what crazy things are happening to you, and how Sonny Boy, Husband, and The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Devine&lt;/span&gt; Miss M are doing.  You are so wonderful and I am so grateful that we have found you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsawonderful.blogspot.com/"&gt;It's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, you are always so upbeat.  I love that!!!  You are apparently suppose to be related to us, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;separated&lt;/span&gt; at birth.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Dangit&lt;/span&gt;.  What were you thinking?  I love all of the things that you have made, and I swear one of these days I am going to win something off your blog.  I just know it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new friend &lt;a href="http://locuasia.wordpress.com/"&gt;Sarita&lt;/a&gt;.  She is from Mexico.  I just "met" her, Mom is swapping with her, and she is turning out to be super fabulous.  I am excited to see how much different her world is compared to ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/"&gt;Horny Bitch&lt;/a&gt;, she is from Singapore, and WOW things are different there.  It is always to interesting to read her and then ask her questions about what she is talking about.  Did y'all know that air purifiers over there just look like big eggs.  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://greenduckiesgirl.wordpress.com/"&gt;Dana&lt;/a&gt;, the most recent that I have found.  She is hilarious.  I love her blog about Jesus.  I just go back to it sometimes just to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;crack&lt;/span&gt; myself up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cadec.blogspot.com/"&gt;Baby Brother&lt;/a&gt;, cause he is the most fabulous brother ever.  He is especially the most fabulous brother that only blogs about once a year.  I am also putting him on this list &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; careful consideration, because my Mom Gator forgot about him.  I love you brother!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-2739870409102252067?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/2739870409102252067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=2739870409102252067' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/2739870409102252067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/2739870409102252067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-it-doing-her-best-oscar-winning.html' title='Did I get AN award?  No, I got TWO!!!'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SXiK2NRvj6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/_EEpmwqO_XE/s72-c/friends_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-831750437888572879</id><published>2009-01-13T15:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:36:58.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 16 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end choose some people to be tagged. you have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Every morning when I get up, I try to make the bed while I am still in it. That way I don't have to exert as much effort once I get out of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Usually one of the first things I do when I come home is take my bra off. It bothers me. I kinds wish I had small boobs and didn't have to wear a bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I refuse to eat cooked carrots. If they were the last thing on earth to eat, I would starve to death. Seriously, I just don't like em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sometimes, I think about my life being a sitcom on TV, and I think of who I would want to play my role. I haven't cast it yet, but I am still thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love it when this girl at work does my hair with the hair straightener, but I can never get it as straight as she does. I think it is because she can see the back of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am addicted to Vampires and Sorority Life on Myspace.  ~hangs her head~ My name is Camille and I am an addict. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Milk (the Cat) likes to wake me up in the mornings by standing on me and meowing really loudly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I love working on my house.  Like redoing it and stuff, not necessarily cleaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I do laundry ONCE a week.  That's it.  If it doesn't get washed on that one day, well...no bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I love to eat marshmallows. But I like to open the bag, and then leave it that way for a few days, and let the marshmallows get kind of hard. Yep, where they aren't crunchy, but they aren't soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I recycle, and I tend to get upset with people that don't. Like if you are here at my house, and you ask me where to put the coke cans or plastic bottles, and i tell you, then you need to put them where they go. It helps the environment people, come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whenever I sit on the couch, I just end up laying down. Now this doesn't happen when I sit on the loveseat. Just the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A friend of mine and I use to dress up our animals when we were little. We would cut holes in diapers to put their tails through, and make them wear baby doll clothes. Yep, that on is for you Jamie S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I worry getting rid of things when I don't need them. But then I throw them out anyways (or recycle or take to Goodwill), because I am so worried about my house being cluttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I have to sleep with at least the sheet on me in bed at night, in case someone tries to get me. Yep, that's right that sheet will protect me. Nope, sorry Mr. Robber Man, you can't get me...see...I am under the sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I hate it when people touch my elbows. I could tell you why, but you never know who is going to go and blab about these things, so if you are really that interested then e-mail me and I will tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I tag...Mom Gator (of course), Rach, Bunny, It's a Wonderful, and Lorna.  I cant wait to see y'all answers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-831750437888572879?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/831750437888572879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=831750437888572879' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/831750437888572879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/831750437888572879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2009/01/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-5190855196488417379</id><published>2009-01-01T14:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T16:53:52.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2009...the year of the Gator</title><content type='html'>*Sorry everyone I meant to post this yesterday!  Oops....lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say about 2008.  It wasn't my best year, but by far it wasn't my worst.  I learned a lot of things from a lot people in 2008.  I made friends, lost friends, and regained some that were lost in mix.  I have so many things to be thankful for, that I have taken so for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this entry to be a downer so I am going to tell you some of the totally awesome things that have happened, and I am going to let you know what I want to get out of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Totally Awesome Things of 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have cut my credit card debt in half.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The hardwood floors got redone in the living room.  OMG, the are fabulous!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The bathroom has a real shower now, with tile and everything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All of the rooms have been painted and look great.  Except the bathroom and I can't decide on a color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I took 5 trips this year, and they were all fabulous!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom Gator bought a house and got a back-talking little dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I started wearing my hair differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The election FINALLY ended.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Herby started helping with the PCOS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Biker and I grew stronger and closer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, we shall now find out some totally awesome things that are going to happen in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Patrick Show might be getting picked up again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Big changes are coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting the credit card paid off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting back to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Figure out a bathroom color.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lydi is going to retire, still worried about this one, but she keeps reassuring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And many many many other fun, and fabulous things are going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey 2009 is the year of the Gator, and it's going to be a great one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will leave you with some pics.  I got a new camera for Christmas and I have been dying to put some pics up for y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SV0qPJrhGGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/pCbvfBsMmt0/s1600-h/Christmas+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SV0qPJrhGGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/pCbvfBsMmt0/s320/Christmas+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286427977387677794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biker, being a nerd.  (As usual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SV0qNpTBWHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/nzXMzxEY7II/s1600-h/Christmas+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SV0qNpTBWHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/nzXMzxEY7II/s320/Christmas+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286427951515129970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chain Gang, oh yeah, they look tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SV0qOAQcAEI/AAAAAAAAAME/ZBHSwJoDfUM/s1600-h/Christmas+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SV0qOAQcAEI/AAAAAAAAAME/ZBHSwJoDfUM/s320/Christmas+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286427957678309442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biker, Captain Phil from Deadliest Catch on the Discovery Channel, and Bonnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SV0qO3GsKyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/16ydB32cS4c/s1600-h/Christmas+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SV0qO3GsKyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/16ydB32cS4c/s320/Christmas+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286427972401376034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom Gator, in a totally awesome shirt that she wants to give to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-5190855196488417379?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/5190855196488417379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=5190855196488417379' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/5190855196488417379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/5190855196488417379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009the-year-of-gator.html' title='2009...the year of the Gator'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SV0qPJrhGGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/pCbvfBsMmt0/s72-c/Christmas+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-7181397401009422267</id><published>2008-12-03T20:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:32:29.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This totally awesome site!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!  I know I know I know, its been forever again.  I really do have good reasons this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;State has been here off and on for the past month.  YUCK!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Biker had to have surgery.  Well, he finally had surgery.  We tried once and it didn't work and then he had to go back.  I told him I could do it for him, but he said no.  I said I have a master's degree and I could read up on it on the internet, and I am pretty sure I could just get that gallbladder right out of there for him.  He still said no.  I can't figure it out!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paw died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I painted the living room what I thought would be a really pretty green color.  Turns out I was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been re-painting the living room.  I only have the primer on now.  I just finished that.  I will start on the color tomorrow probably.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So, anyways, Mom Gator called me last night and told me about this totally awesome blog that she reads and I want everyone to go look at the really cool things that she makes.  And she is giving something away tomorrow.  So you have to hurry.  He name is &lt;a href="http://itsawonderful.blogspot.com/"&gt;It's a wonderfu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsawonderful.blogspot.com/"&gt;l &lt;/a&gt;and she is fabulous!!!  So go check her out, and sign up for the wristlet.  BIKER, I REALLY LIKE THE WRISTLET SO YOU SHOULD SIGN UP!!!  HINT HINT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-7181397401009422267?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/7181397401009422267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=7181397401009422267' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/7181397401009422267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/7181397401009422267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-totally-awesome-site.html' title='This totally awesome site!'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-6356885202130742135</id><published>2008-11-11T08:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:14:10.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, awesome things happened yesterday and I wanted to tell you about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I put in a light fixture all by myself.  Then Biker, Lydi, Mama, and bunches of other people were like are you sure you know how to do that.  Well of course I didn't know how to do it, but I can read directions and I know to turn the electricity off at the breakers, so there you have it.  I put up a light fixture all by myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The light fixture apparently wasn't the problem.  It was the switch.  Dammit.  Well, Off goes the electricity again, and I pulled the old switch out, went BACK to Wal-Mart and got another switch, came home and put it in.  Oh yeah I kick butt and take names. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It works!  The back porch light works again!  I am so awesome.  When I called Mama to tell her that I was a genius, she agreed with me.  Mom Gator was a little more on the sarcastic side, but that's ok.  When she picked up the phone I said, "Mom, I am a genius!"  She said, "Uh hhhuuuhhh?"  I am taking that as sarcasm.  But one of us knows how to replace a light fixture now.  I am pretty sure my Mom has always known how.  Anyways, she always told me that I can do anything I put my mind too.  Well  I did it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I put up the new curtain in my middle bedroom last night.  It looks awesome.  Its a chocolate brown satin.  I need to cut it off a little, but I got it up there.  With a new curtain rod.  Oh yeah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I put in baseboards in my kitchen last night.  Well, not all of them are in, I still need to do the part behind the stove and the part by the refrigerator.  Then that will be done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I painted my living room last week, and then the ceiling on Sunday night.  So I put all of the electrical plates back on last night.  You know, all of the light switch covers and plug in covers.  Yep, that's done.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I did the laundry.  I think that is about it.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh wait, one more thing.  I chatted with an old friend from High School last night too.  It was fun I haven't really talked to her in forever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;But anyways, it was a totally awesome night.  Today is going to be just as great I know it!  Ok, well I better get to work.  We have to go to H-town to do some work on the house there to get ready for state to come and sudit us this month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, everyone please remember to pray for my Paw, he still isn't doing so great.  Also, for my friend Jaci, they dont know what is wrong, but she is in the hospital! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so thanks a million everyone.  I hope you hav a super great Tuesday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-6356885202130742135?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/6356885202130742135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=6356885202130742135' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/6356885202130742135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/6356885202130742135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh yeah!'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-6017585267778141949</id><published>2008-11-04T08:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:11:26.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAH, IT'S ELECTION DAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone,&lt;br /&gt;     I just wanted to send out a friendly reminder to go and vote today.  Why, you may ask?  Because its ELECTION DAY!!!  Yes, after today (hopefully) all this election crap with be over!  YEAH!!!!  I am going to go vote and probably get a sticker that says I voted.  You all know how I love stickers. &lt;br /&gt;*side note* I always get a sticker when I go to the dentist. &lt;br /&gt;Ok, so now...what are you all going to do today if you haven't already done it because some of you are over achievers?  VOTE.  Make your voice count. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, also wanted to send a shout out to Elastigirl.  I got your package and it is totally wonderful.  In my package I got three really cool jack-o-lantern candle holders (and y'all all know how I love candles and candle holders), and some fabulous fruity candy (because Baby Gators don't eat chocolate),  a really cool spider decoration, and some really neat black garland with orage spiders on it.  I totally loved all of it!!!  Way to go Elastigirl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, everyone, I am fixing to leave for work.  Now again, don't forget.  GO VOTE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-6017585267778141949?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/6017585267778141949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=6017585267778141949' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/6017585267778141949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/6017585267778141949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/11/yeah-its-election-day.html' title='YEAH, IT&apos;S ELECTION DAY!!!!'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-7245925715097375309</id><published>2008-10-12T22:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:28:45.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM GATOR!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SPK_QebDi1I/AAAAAAAAALc/ukRxsnuNR00/s1600-h/Ebay+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SPK_QebDi1I/AAAAAAAAALc/ukRxsnuNR00/s320/Ebay+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256474004860144466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to send out a special happy birthday message to my Mom Gator. She is officially 29 (again) today! I love you so much, so I just wanted to tell everyone how excited I am that it is your b-day!!!  These are all pics from our fabulous Black Friday Shopping Trip! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SPK_QjFcSBI/AAAAAAAAALk/QFDcGILWRVo/s1600-h/Ebay+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SPK_QjFcSBI/AAAAAAAAALk/QFDcGILWRVo/s320/Ebay+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256474006111668242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mom and Pei Wei, a great little Asian place in Amarillo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SPK_QgQ96dI/AAAAAAAAALs/roQqO4a7M_M/s1600-h/Ebay+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SPK_QgQ96dI/AAAAAAAAALs/roQqO4a7M_M/s320/Ebay+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256474005354703314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mom at Wal-Green's.  The lady at the make-up counter took out pic.  This was closer to the end of the day and we were getting tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SPK_Q8r9z6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/PkS7GYaOkt8/s1600-h/Ebay+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SPK_Q8r9z6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/PkS7GYaOkt8/s320/Ebay+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256474012984135586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite pic, of me and mom.  I have this as my profile pic of facebook.  We are at a stop light and i took this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SPK-JEd0ZnI/AAAAAAAAALU/kLc6S-fGSMI/s1600-h/Ebay+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SPK-JEd0ZnI/AAAAAAAAALU/kLc6S-fGSMI/s320/Ebay+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256472778121700978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember Mom driving, but apparently she did.  She made us matching head bands, and we wore matching overalls.  We usually carry walkie-talkies but Baby Brother broke them.  So we have to make due with our cell phone, but the walkie-talkies are much cooler!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-7245925715097375309?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/7245925715097375309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=7245925715097375309' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/7245925715097375309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/7245925715097375309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-mom-gator.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM GATOR!!!'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SPK_QebDi1I/AAAAAAAAALc/ukRxsnuNR00/s72-c/Ebay+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-7172356113363974644</id><published>2008-10-07T23:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:16:11.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme</title><content type='html'>I am:  a beautiful person.  A little funny, a little witty, and there's a lot of my Mom in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want: Everything I have ever wished for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish: for certainty.  (Economy, life, you name it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate: when people don't give the thank you wave when you let the over in traffic, and people that don't put up their buggies in the Wal-Mart parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss: hmmm...idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear: being left, and being a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear: nothing, its quiet in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder: If I have ever let my family down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret: so many things, but I wouldn't change them now, even if I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not: an ordinary person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dance: Every chance I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing: All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry: when I am hormonal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not always: willing to get out of bed when I need too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make with my hands: hand signals of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write: depends on what I need to say, and where I am faxing it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confuse:so many people, mostly Biker probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need: to go to sleep, but I am not that tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should: do a lot of things, but I don't want to.  That's the joy of having your own house and living alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start: a lot of different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finish: what I start...Most of the time....ok...sometimes...ok...depends on what it it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag: Mom Gator, Rach, Bunny, and Lydia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you do it so I can read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-7172356113363974644?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/7172356113363974644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=7172356113363974644' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/7172356113363974644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/7172356113363974644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/10/meme.html' title='Meme'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-4274787843924973621</id><published>2008-10-06T08:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:21:02.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's gonna be a great day!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, I just wanted to pop in and tell you that today is going to be a great day.  I just know that it is.  I hope all of you have a really super day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I did like this min-spa thing.  Ok I didn't go anywhere, cause come on...really...who can afford a trip to the spa?  Not me.  (~thinks~ maybe I should get a sugar daddy...Biker wouldn't care as long as the sugar daddy paid all of our bills.)  So anyways, I showered, and exfoliated, and lotioned, and painted my toenails, and plucked my eye brows, and did a Biore (sp?) strip, and self tanned, and did fingernails, and had a super good time.  Then I was tired so I went to bed, talked on the phone to Biker for a while (like always), he sang to me and off to sleep I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell you, I have been having some pretty crazy dreams.  Like the other night I dreamed my Mama (my grandmother) had three tattoos.  Now if you know my Mama, you know how CRAZY this dream really was.  Last night I dreamed I was back living the MWG lifestyle (AKA.  working at Mid-West Glove and Supply).  But I wasn't the only one that was living it.  Pooh was there and so was Herbs.  Now, none of us are going back to MWG, we have all moved on with our lives, but how weird to dream about that 3 years after I left.  Weird I tell you, just wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super excited about the swap on Mom's blog. I am going to try to talk Bones and Biker's Mom into playing too.  I think they would enjoy it.  I already know how I am going to do mine.  So, anyone I get paired up with...well...just let me say, get excited!!!  I know that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am going to go to work now.  Oh wait, here is a random picture for you!  It's me, with a giant M&amp;amp;M, even thought I don't like M&amp;amp;M's (because of the whole, I don't like chocolate thing) , but this one was pretty nice.  He even let me hug him.  Y'all know how I like to hug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SOoQPHIAKgI/AAAAAAAAAK8/PtkRo7dwx8Y/s1600-h/Las+Vegas+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SOoQPHIAKgI/AAAAAAAAAK8/PtkRo7dwx8Y/s320/Las+Vegas+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254029767077800450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Please note, no crack was used during the writing of this blog*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-4274787843924973621?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/4274787843924973621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=4274787843924973621' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/4274787843924973621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/4274787843924973621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-gonna-be-great-day.html' title='It&apos;s gonna be a great day!'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SOoQPHIAKgI/AAAAAAAAAK8/PtkRo7dwx8Y/s72-c/Las+Vegas+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-6556882689759816481</id><published>2008-10-01T08:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:39:28.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know wha tI just realized?!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>I just realized that I haven't put up a thankful list in like forever.  And gosh darnit I have lots of stuff to be thankful for.  So drum roll please...*dadadadadadadadadadadaadadadadda* (that's my sad attempt at a drum roll).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two shots in the butt, that helped me get over strep throat at break necking speed.  Ok, so technically I am not completely OVER it, but man I feel better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My brother getting to come and spend the weekend with me, because we are going to the Homecoming parade and then to Arena Cross!!  Oh yeah!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Mom Gator, who is a silly girl.  But she has always been a wonderful Mom, and I wouldn't have wanted anyone else.  Even when I use to get in trouble and tell her things weren't fair, and she would say that I should put an ad in the paper saying I was looking for a new Mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A job that keeps me on my toes.  I have one client that is really high level, but does not speak very well.  We were talking the other day, and out of no where she screams "I gotta PEE" and so she did.  Right there in the office.  It was a day at work that I don't think I will be forgetting any time soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;State came and went in the C-town home, and we got no deficiencies.  Which is super awesome.  We were waiting on Life Safety to come in to check the building and the maintenance and stuff, and they were suppose to be here by yesterday, but they didn't show...so I am not sure what that means.  My boss said that they HAD TO BE THERE BY THE LAST DAY OF THE MONTH.  That's how he said it too!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having a great time last weekend.  I really didn't think that I would, and I prayed and prayed and prayed.  And I had a fabulous time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You, I am thankful for you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So tell me what are you thankful for???  Come on tell me.  You have to be thankful for at least one thing.  So leave me a comment, post something on your blog, or shoot me and e-mail.  Cause I wanna know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-6556882689759816481?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/6556882689759816481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=6556882689759816481' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/6556882689759816481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/6556882689759816481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-know-wha-ti-just-realized.html' title='You know wha tI just realized?!?!?!?'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-4235987049031494749</id><published>2008-09-26T15:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:10:10.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I was tagged!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I always think it is so cool when someone tags me for a meme.  Does that make me a nerd?  Probably.  Ok, so anywho the 6 unremarkable things about me...hhhmmm...let me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to sleep with lots of pillows.  i have to have two under my head, and one on either side of me.  I do this because its like someone is sleeping in bed with me and I can just roll over and throw my arm over this "pillow person".   Plus I have been known to take a pillow or two away from sleeping people.  You do not know these people so please do not ask for their names to verify my story.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sing to myself loudly in the car.  This is mostly when I am by myself with the windows up.  But sometimes, I sing loudly when other people are with me.  I told Lydia that she was never going to get to be my back up singer when I became famous if she didn't practice.  We were singing to Johnny Cash.  I just love Johnny Cash.  And Conway Twitty.  And Cal Smith...Ok ok ok I digress.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't really like to wear shirts with sleeves.  I mean short sleeves are ok, I will wear them.  But like long sleeve t-shirts....oh no ma'am!!!  I don't like it being all tight around my wrists.  I'm a dork.  I know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to mow my lawn.  I really do.  I put my I-pod in, and climb on the riding mower and just go out and cruise the lawn.  I don't look forward to the day when I don't get to do that.  i mean like yeah sometimes its a pain, because the grass grows so fast, but I just love to cruise in the sunshine.  I equate it to having a convertible with the top down.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like to name some of my giraffes.  Just some of them.  My favorite ones have names.  My favorite favorite one is Geoffery.  I think Mom gave him to me.  When you press his ear he sings "I don't wanna grow up, I'm a toys-r-us kiiiiiiiiiddddddd."  It's so cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I prefer to drink out of a straw.  No matter what I am drinking.  Well, ok not like hot chocolate or something.  But anything cold.  Water, Tea, Coke, whatever...I just like to drink out of a straw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Ok, now I get to tag people.  How cool is that.  Usually I am the last one to play.  Ok, I tag...&lt;a href="http://bunnybunster.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bunny Bunster&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.mujermaravilla.blogspot.com/"&gt;Spooky Rach&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/"&gt;Human Being&lt;/a&gt; (as she prefers to be called now.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-4235987049031494749?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/4235987049031494749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=4235987049031494749' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/4235987049031494749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/4235987049031494749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-tagged.html' title='I was tagged!!!'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-1824098646741519374</id><published>2008-09-19T08:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:02:02.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF!</title><content type='html'>Wow, I know again it has been all to long since I have posted anything.  You should all flog me.  Or maybe not.  Things have been going pretty well around the Gator household.  I have been doing this Bio-Feedback thing, with my friends Herbs and it is working wonders for me.  If anyone wants to know more about that just let me know and I will send you her e-mail address.&lt;br /&gt;I went to WT yesterday to get a copy of my transcript, because I am applying for a few jobs at AC and they wanted to know how many undergraduate hours I had in a certain area.  Well of course I didn't know, so off to WT we went to get a copy of the old transcript.  Being on campus again made me miss it so much.  What is crazy though is that we went into Old Main.  I only had one course in Old Main, so it didn't bring back memories of my college days.  I remember when Mom Gator was going to school and sometimes she would let me go with her, most of her classes were in Old Main.  She would wake me up in the morning and say Baby Gator do you want to skip school today and go to school with me?  Of course I would.  College was WAY more cool that Jr. High.  So off we would go.  The building smells just the same as it did back then.  Do you ever feel like millions of memories flash back at you all at once and all you can do is smile?  That was me yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, we get the transcript and we go back to the Jeep.  And then I said something i never ever thought I would say in my whole entire life.  There goes a guy on a Unicycle being chased by a Bobcat.  Read it again...there goes a guy on a Unicycle being chased by a Bobcat.  Yep that's what I said.  Seriously.  This guy goes riding by on a Unicycle, which was impressive enough on its own.  But behind him in a guy in a Bobcat.  It's one of those machines that looks like a small front end loader.  He was right on the Unicycle guys butt.  As if riding a Unicycle isn't tough enough, now you have to out "run" something.  I was a bit worried for him, but he got away.&lt;br /&gt;I have tons of pics that I need to post.  One is of my new trophy, that I got at the 105th Anniversary of Harley.  I got it for spitting gummy bears into a bucket.  I am the gummy bear spitting champion of the world.  Ok ok ok.  Really I am the gummy bear spitting champion of the HOG club.  Alright, alright, alright.  Geez, I am really the 2nd place gummy bear spitter in the Amarillo HOG club.  It doesn't sound as fancy when I have to put it like that.  I got a trophy and everything.  I called my Mom and all she could say was, "Well I am glad that your education didn't go to waste."  Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-1824098646741519374?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/1824098646741519374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=1824098646741519374' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/1824098646741519374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/1824098646741519374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/09/tgif.html' title='TGIF!'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-4625542618253941735</id><published>2008-08-18T14:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:03:16.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, Monday, Monday!</title><content type='html'>What a great day it has been!  Seriously, no sarcasm implied.  It really has been a great day.  Yesterday sucked, last week sucked, but those days are gone now.  I had a fantastic day, and so I thought I would throw out some things that I am thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having a marvelous day with Lydi!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Biker, for listening to me cry last night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom Gator, for being the best Mom ever!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The photographer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Awesome hair!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weinershnitzel (sp?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Jeepy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new comforter set that I got last week at a garage sale.  I got the comforter, bed skirt, fitted sheet, top sheet, two pillow cases, and two pillow shames for $10.  Can you believe that, $10!!!  It's in the dryer now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My life, I wouldn't trade it with anyone in the world!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You, I am thankful for all of you!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I had a great day with Lydi.  First, I wrote out some checks and got them in the mail.  Then I went and got Lydi and we went to the dr's office to have my blood drawn.  The we went to the Asian market and I bought some of those jell-o cups that we all like so much.  Then we went to Weinershnitzel (sp?) and I got two chili dogs with onions.  They were just great!!!  Then the photographer called me to set up a time, and I just got finished with that, so I thought I would write to you all for a quick minute.  Life has been great today.  I think I will go vacuum now.  Love you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-4625542618253941735?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/4625542618253941735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=4625542618253941735' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/4625542618253941735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/4625542618253941735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/08/monday-monday-monday.html' title='Monday, Monday, Monday!'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-3922492708014848586</id><published>2008-08-14T17:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:20:11.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to clarify!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, I know my last blog was a bit of a downer.  I am really sorry about that.  I let somethings get to me that I shouldn't have.  Well, I actually let some people get to me that I shouldn't have.  I have always know that there are some people out there that are just meanie heads.  Which is not cool!  So anyways, I wanted to post about some of the great things that are happening in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Biker thinks he might be pregnant.  We are super excited.  Hey if I can't get pregnant right now he might as well do it for me.  ~giggles~ He actually has had a bit of the tummy bug, but still I think its funny to say he might be pregnant.  When I kid him about it he always says that he is having a baby elephant, and then asks if I want to see the trunk.  Wait for that to sink in and you will get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My boss finally left today, which was a huge blessing.  She also told me that my books were in wonderful shape and that she feels really confident about State coming in to audit us.  I was totally excited.  People in my company never tell you that you are doing a good job, and by her saying that it is the closest thing to a complement that I have gotten from anyone in management since I have been there.  I WILL TAKE IT!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tall Girl, Mohawk, Little G, sister of Tall Girl, and friend of sister of Tall Girl all came over for pizza last Friday.  When Biker got here, Mohawk fell to pieces.  She is in love with Biker and Biker is in love with her.  She sat next to him on the couch and would raise up his shirt to give him raspberries on his tummy, and then stick her finger in his belly button and say "Biker's belly button?!"  Then she would take his finger and pull it towards her own tummy and say "Poke it!  Poke it!"  This game went on for over and hour.  We all laughed and laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lydi took my can of mixed nuts from my desk home with her, and then griped to her son that she couldn't find any cashews in the can, it was all peanuts, almonds (which I don't eat), pecans, and Brazil nuts.  She didn't think I would find out.  Well, I called her house to talk to her about something (I don't remember what now) and Mr. Mellow told me the story.  So I asked her about it today, and she was like how did you know???  We had a really great laugh about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Four year olds with sunglasses can be some of the cutest kids ever.  This one is for you MD, because I am not the only one that likes those, everyone likes those.  Gummy worms for everyone!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; I love you all so much.  Thank you for being worried about me.  I promise I am fine.  Sometimes, i just lose track of what is important.  Hey, I just thought of something.  Maybe we can give some of those peanuts that Lydi has to the baby elephant that Biker is going to have?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-3922492708014848586?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/3922492708014848586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=3922492708014848586' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/3922492708014848586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/3922492708014848586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-need-to-clarify.html' title='I need to clarify!'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-1815264310579474620</id><published>2008-08-13T21:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T08:53:07.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been so very long my friends!</title><content type='html'>Well, hello everyone.  I feel like I have been away from you all for so long.  So much has happened and is happening, that there is just so much to tell you.  I have really been struggling this week to be thankful for things and to not be angry.  A lot of junk has happened and I have had to do a lot of praying to get past somethings.  Ok, not past them, just not as angry about them.  There are a couple of points I would like to make before I do my beloved thankful list that I have been doing for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you didn't hear it from me, then you don't know what the crap is going on.  Trust me, you think you know.  You may even be positive you know, but trust me you don't have a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not going anywhere.  This is my home for now, and I intend to stay here until I get ready to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have had to make a lot of really hard decisions lately.  I know some of you may not see it as that, but when you are an adult somethings have to be sacrificed in order to save other things.  It really sucks but that is life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I heard along time ago that if you are upset with someone you should pray for them.  And truly mean it.  WOW, that one's hard!!!  I have been praying blessings on three people, and I am pretty sure its the hardest things I have ever had to pray for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Ok, so enough ranking, or complaining or whatever you want to call it.  I started this blog last night, but I got too tired to finish it.  Well, I was tired and I found myself wanting to type mean things to people and that just won't do!  When I start to think ugly things about those people...I start to pray.  ~ponders to herself...wonder if the Lord is getting tired of hearing about it?!?!~ &lt;br /&gt;So without further ado, here is my thankful list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My wonderful friends.  The ones that are truly my friends, they know my secrets, they listen to me when I am upset, and they hurt with me when I am hurt.  i could never have asked for better friends than you.  Thank you so much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Mom, who will laugh with me when things are so stupid, when people are being stupid, and when I don't know that she had clicked over on her phone and I am just still talking away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sweet wonderful Biker, that always defends me.  You can be a giant nerd sometimes, like when you changed your song on myspace to Ray Stevens "The Streke" but that's ok.  I love you anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tall Girl and the babies.  I LOVE WATCHING THE BABIES!!!  Even if Mohawk keeps asking for Biker.  And Little G bites my nose.  They are precious, and I love them so much!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Silly Silly Silly Lydi!!!  She is fun, and funny, and a great friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A surprise that I have been keeping for a long time is about to come out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My animals that are always so happy to see me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My baby brother that is growing into such a wonderful guy.  I love him so much.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My fantastic house.  That I am not leaving, unless it is to better myself or my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You, I am thankful for you!  I hope you have a wonderful day.  Enjoy the sunshine and hopefully the clouds that will be drifting over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-1815264310579474620?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/1815264310579474620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=1815264310579474620' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/1815264310579474620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/1815264310579474620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-been-so-very-long-my-friends.html' title='It&apos;s been so very long my friends!'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-299113702673981614</id><published>2008-07-24T07:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T07:52:07.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Good Morning!!!</title><content type='html'>Isn't it a beautiful morning?  This birds are chirping, the sun is shinning and Cookies peed on the love seat.   And I had to clean it AGAIN!!!!   Does anyone want a slightly used cat?  That started off the morning just peachy.  But that is ok.  I am happy today is Thursday, because that means tomorrow is Friday, and all of those who know me know what that means.  Garage Sale Day!!!  I am so excited.  I always get excited about garage sale day.  We get to work super early (for us) get all of our work done and hit the sales.  We are serious shoppers.  And if we don't bargain with you then it hasn't been a good shopping day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to hurry today, because Bossman and Head-O-Nurses is coming into look at charts today.  Ok, I won't keep you in suspense any longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My life.  What a sweet life it is!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family, I could never have asked for a better one!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Biker, what a dork, but my dork.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My job, that allows me to have so much fun sometimes.  Others....well we won't talk about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My house, it may not be the Ritz, but it's mine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Mom's new house.  It's totally awesome!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A good friend trusting me enough to watch her babies over night while she works.  I know she doesn't trust a lot of people to watch her kids, and that makes me feel really good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My fantastic hair.  Oh yeah, no matter how hard people try, they just don't have hair as cool as mine!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arol coming to mow my backyard, because I don't have a push mower.  Yo uhave no idea how much that means to me Arol.  I love you!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To have been born an American.  ~slowly stands as the national anthem is played.  Places her right hand over her heart~  We are very blessed to have the freedoms that we have here and I am thankful for that.  ~singing For the land of the Free, and the Home of the Brave~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-299113702673981614?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/299113702673981614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=299113702673981614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/299113702673981614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/299113702673981614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-good-morning.html' title='Oh Good Morning!!!'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-325793155607975139</id><published>2008-07-17T19:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:12:48.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's how we roll......</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, I know I am running a little late with the Thursday post. It was a super busy day at work today, in fact, it has been busy at work all week!!!  So here are a few pics from last weekend.  It was major busy too.  First we had a Harley vs. Honda blood drive at the HOG room, just so you know Harley kicked butt!  Of course.  The radio station was out there doing a broad cast and everything.  Out of 90 someodd people that came we were able to get 89 pints of blood.  Only 9 Honda riders showed up!!!  And one of them just signed in and left.  Can you believe that?!?!  Anyways, then we went to Wonderland for Titan Family Days (that's the company Biker works for.  Titan not Wonderland.).  Then we went to a Dillas game, and then to Doc Holiday's to watch our friend's band play.  It was a long long long day.  But we had loads of fun!!!  Here are a few pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SH_omuWDgTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qWOpUYxhgJY/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SH_omuWDgTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qWOpUYxhgJY/s320/Fun+Stuff+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224149844746273074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Ass Biker Chicks were Neoprene Hair Thingys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SH_om6i-ENI/AAAAAAAAAIY/oXVqDj9p5TE/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SH_om6i-ENI/AAAAAAAAAIY/oXVqDj9p5TE/s320/Fun+Stuff+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224149848021668050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Ass Biker Chicks also were hair bows so that they look nice and like a bad ass all at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SH_onHRTcnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ps0_KKgEMsE/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SH_onHRTcnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ps0_KKgEMsE/s320/Fun+Stuff+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224149851437232754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HD Fan gave blood.  I am proud of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SH_onWdbU7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/Qctg08ztQHY/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SH_onWdbU7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/Qctg08ztQHY/s320/Fun+Stuff+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224149855514612658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biker gave blood and he didn't even cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SH_onfNezvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/pUWUQ9mLESA/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SH_onfNezvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/pUWUQ9mLESA/s320/Fun+Stuff+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224149857863651058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even needed Gator blood!!!  So I gave.  Of course!!!  I, like Mom Gator, am O- and apparently that is a really rare type of blood.   Almost everyone can use it, but O- people can only get O- blood if they need a transfusion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, without further ado, my thankful list.   Because you guys know that I post one every Thursday, just like always.  (geez, I am so predictable!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;People that give blood.  You never know who you are going to help.  I am super proud of Biker, because he is a big woosey (he is afraid of needles.  Yes, he does have two large tattoos and both of his ears pierced!), and he gave blood anyways.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom Gator, for making me laugh!!!  How was that lemonade???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teacher, for saying that I am the Junior Leaguer of Bikers.  Lol!!!  She is so funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomorrow being Friday, the next day being Saturday, and Thank you Lord the next day being Sunday so I can take these damn poodles home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lydi's vacation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Air conditioning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Jeepy getting all spiffied up!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new giraffe picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bunches of stuff for panty-palooza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dog kennels, king size beds, and 7 pillows all to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And you!!!  I am thankful for you!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So come on everyone.  What are you thankful for???  You should at least be thankful for one thing, post it in my comments or send me an e-mail.  I love you all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-325793155607975139?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/325793155607975139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=325793155607975139' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/325793155607975139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/325793155607975139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/07/thats-how-we-roll.html' title='That&apos;s how we roll......'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SH_omuWDgTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qWOpUYxhgJY/s72-c/Fun+Stuff+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-9100991785365989696</id><published>2008-07-09T20:37:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:03:09.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Trip to Tulsa</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, Biker and I, and our friends went to the HOG rally in Tulsa, OK over the 4th of July weekend. We had a blast. i am going to try to keep this post somewhat short, so I will just post some pics for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVqrELwu9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/IvJ902dyyWY/s1600-h/OK+State+Rally+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVqrELwu9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/IvJ902dyyWY/s320/OK+State+Rally+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221196631095950290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The make shift slow race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVqq_ZIDHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ewa2RfH3I_I/s1600-h/OK+State+Rally+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVqq_ZIDHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ewa2RfH3I_I/s320/OK+State+Rally+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221196629809826930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. HD Fan looking like he has to poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVqrdeNTtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LSBcu0hulFg/s1600-h/OK+State+Rally+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVqrdeNTtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LSBcu0hulFg/s320/OK+State+Rally+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221196637884206802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biker just hanging out in the hotel lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVp28S4bRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LB63XKmQPxc/s1600-h/OK+State+Rally+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVp28S4bRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LB63XKmQPxc/s320/OK+State+Rally+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221195735625133330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just captures the essence of MR. HD Fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVp3BUWOZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Zg0fGBdB2h8/s1600-h/OK+State+Rally+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVp3BUWOZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Zg0fGBdB2h8/s320/OK+State+Rally+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221195736973457810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me as a bad ass biker chick.  Biker trying hard, but we all know he is just a wanna be.  He isn't hardcore like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVp3Q7THYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZESDc1cXMHg/s1600-h/OK+State+Rally+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVp3Q7THYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZESDc1cXMHg/s320/OK+State+Rally+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221195741163363714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Metrosexual Biker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVp3iEj4TI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vGwMNSfyKTc/s1600-h/OK+State+Rally+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVp3iEj4TI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vGwMNSfyKTc/s320/OK+State+Rally+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221195745765613874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us at the Karaoke Bar in the hotel we stayed at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVpFZOD53I/AAAAAAAAAFo/-zidRrvHDvo/s1600-h/OK+State+Rally+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVpFZOD53I/AAAAAAAAAFo/-zidRrvHDvo/s320/OK+State+Rally+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221194884396083058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biker changing out our headsets, because mine was awesome and his sucked.  So I gave him mine, it's because I am such a wonderful girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVpFtczMsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rSgxzX-MccU/s1600-h/OK+State+Rally+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVpFtczMsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rSgxzX-MccU/s320/OK+State+Rally+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221194889826611906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bean, yep...I couldn't have taken a better pic of him.  If you know this man then you understand how perfect this picture it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVpFpvwE7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/_lHuRrITrT8/s1600-h/OK+State+Rally+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVpFpvwE7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/_lHuRrITrT8/s320/OK+State+Rally+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221194888832357298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bathroom sign in Clinton, OK.  The place didn't even have mirrors, it was polished steel.  I kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVocTFGZiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Q5ZHWioDc4Y/s1600-h/OK+State+Rally+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVocTFGZiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Q5ZHWioDc4Y/s320/OK+State+Rally+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221194178373248546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bones the pool shark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVoci8svtI/AAAAAAAAAFI/3nTKClvCbNQ/s1600-h/OK+State+Rally+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVoci8svtI/AAAAAAAAAFI/3nTKClvCbNQ/s320/OK+State+Rally+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221194182632980178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rara the rapper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVocidgPFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/UtmZ9uw1x10/s1600-h/OK+State+Rally+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVocidgPFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/UtmZ9uw1x10/s320/OK+State+Rally+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221194182502136914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water balloon toss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVoc7uYwKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ypP2BY0HGIM/s1600-h/OK+State+Rally+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVoc7uYwKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ypP2BY0HGIM/s320/OK+State+Rally+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221194189283836066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rara the pitcher, he is a jack of all trades ladies and gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVqqS_JE9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/w87hR5vqr7A/s1600-h/OK+State+Rally+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVqqS_JE9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/w87hR5vqr7A/s320/OK+State+Rally+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221196617889682386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winners of the water balloon toss.  It was a tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVpFLKfNQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/odkfWqb--Mw/s1600-h/OK+State+Rally+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVpFLKfNQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/odkfWqb--Mw/s320/OK+State+Rally+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221194880622998786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys singing karaoke.  I don't remember the song, but it just had to be fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVrDZ8skJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZrFcc4J8u_Y/s1600-h/the+lovely+couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVrDZ8skJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZrFcc4J8u_Y/s320/the+lovely+couple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221197049255202962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biker and I giving a little sugar.  I have no idea why the pic is so small I got it off of shutterly.  The next few pics will be this small, maybe you can click on it and make it bigger.  I don't know.  Heck if it is that important to you I will just e-mail you the dang link to the pics online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVrDpjmLDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3Cm97skYrWw/s1600-h/All+of+us+and+giant+penis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVrDpjmLDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3Cm97skYrWw/s320/All+of+us+and+giant+penis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221197053444893746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Bones, and Honeydew, and some other random people and a giant penis.  Or as Biker would say a Wenis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVrDtc7yBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_DGFxwBB30o/s1600-h/Bones+and+Constable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVrDtc7yBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_DGFxwBB30o/s320/Bones+and+Constable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221197054490691602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bones and Constable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVrD41H9wI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0_st8mqzUkc/s1600-h/Bones+and+HD+Fan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVrD41H9wI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0_st8mqzUkc/s320/Bones+and+HD+Fan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221197057544943362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bones and Mr. HD Fan.  Apparently she just posed in every picture we took?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVs2P9UAtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iZd6cNyB8bY/s1600-h/Honeydew+and+Bones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVs2P9UAtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iZd6cNyB8bY/s320/Honeydew+and+Bones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221199022258389714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeydew and Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVs2Z58AHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/luX4ckN8zLc/s1600-h/Honeydew%27s+boobies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVs2Z58AHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/luX4ckN8zLc/s320/Honeydew%27s+boobies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221199024928587890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeydew's boobies.  I don't know who took this one.  Probably her husband Mr. HD Fan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVs2lEQswI/AAAAAAAAAII/mNksyqjcxFE/s1600-h/Me+and+Biker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVs2lEQswI/AAAAAAAAAII/mNksyqjcxFE/s320/Me+and+Biker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221199027924677378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely couple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, there are most of the pics from the trip.  I am going to go ahead and put up my thankful list, so that I don't have to rush around in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A safe trip to and from Tulsa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family, they are always so supportive of me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Mom Gator that lovingly snaps me back into reality&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Biker, for just listening to me be upset&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bones, she is turning out to be a really great friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Karaoke...i just love Conway Twitty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paint&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freedom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lydia and I just goofing off this week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You, I am thankful for you.  Each and every one of you!!!  I love you all so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-9100991785365989696?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/9100991785365989696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=9100991785365989696' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/9100991785365989696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/9100991785365989696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-trip-to-tulsa.html' title='Our Trip to Tulsa'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SHVqrELwu9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/IvJ902dyyWY/s72-c/OK+State+Rally+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-8806631520599055816</id><published>2008-07-03T08:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:51:52.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vroom Vroom!!!</title><content type='html'>I am totally excited.  Today is the day I leave to go to P-town (home of Biker), and we will leave for the Oklahoma State Rally tomorrow morning.  By this time tomorrow we will already be on the road.  Y'all know how I just love getting up that early.  We aren't dragging the trailer behind the bike so I had to pack super light.  I packed everything I am taking in a 2 gallon ziploc baggie.  No kidding.  ~thinks to herself~ man that was a lot of stuff to pack in such a little bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will put all of the rain gear in one saddle bag, all of my stuff in the other saddle bag, and his C-pap machine and my purse in the tour pack.  He will then bungee his bag on the tour pack.  Hey Mom did you like how I put it today, lol???   The bike didn't get washed last night like it was suppose to because a storm went through P-town.  So tonight we will have to wash the bike, shamee (sp?) the bike off, buff it, and whatever else you have to do.  And I use we as a relative term, what I really mean is Biker.  And when I say we aren't dragging the trailer, I really mean Biker.  I will just pretty much be a passenger on this trip.  I like it that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get a bike someday, maybe a Trike?!?  I am not sure yet.  Heck with the price of gas going up the way it is I might have to just invest in a horse.  Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywho, here is my thankful list for today.  Don't forget to be thankful for something you silly heads!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Mom Gator, that will laugh with me when I say something totally innocent and not meaning it dirty, but it comes out that way.  She doesn't laugh at me, she laughs with me.  Most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The new Gator house.  OMG, you should all see it!!!  It is totally awesome.  TOTALLY AWESOME I TELL YOU!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Biker, for just listening last night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friends, you all kow who you are and you all mean the world to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tall Girl's small ones.  Especially since the oldest, almost 2 now, calls Biker her bad biker.  He let her fall off of the floatee and into the pool.  She has called him Bad Shawn ever since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A job that pays the bills.  There might not be a lot left over, but at least i am getting by.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My animals, even if I do want to through Cookies off of the roof sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new used I-pod.  Still!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A wonderfully sweet comment from Flutterby.  Thank you so much, you don't know how much that meant to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Donye-girl.  She just called me out of the blue on Tuesday, just to see what I was doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You!  I am thankful for you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So what are you thankful for.  Come on you know you are thankful for at least one tiny little thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-8806631520599055816?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/8806631520599055816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=8806631520599055816' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/8806631520599055816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/8806631520599055816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/07/vroom-vroom.html' title='Vroom Vroom!!!'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-8600079633918843656</id><published>2008-06-26T07:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T07:41:56.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In a hurry, gotta get to work...</title><content type='html'>Few thankful's and then I am on my way to work....I know you're jealous.  I can feel it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom Gator's awesome new house.  Cause it rocks!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new water softening system.  It's awesome too!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My co-workers-most of them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The people at the Wal-Mart on Grand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My awesome hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the magazines I have to read that Mom Gator brought me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The rain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My animals.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You, I am thankful for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;What are you thankful for???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-8600079633918843656?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/8600079633918843656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=8600079633918843656' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/8600079633918843656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/8600079633918843656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-hurry-gotta-get-to-work.html' title='In a hurry, gotta get to work...'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-7661751548986040862</id><published>2008-06-19T06:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T07:29:08.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When in Doubt Do Research</title><content type='html'>Ok, well I have been a bit upset lately because everywhere you look there are babies.  I love babies!!!!!  But by a cruel twist of fate I may not be able to conceive.  Turns out I have what they call Polycystic Ovary Syndrome (PCOS).  Well Shoot!  If they had let me in on this little secret when I was 19, I would not have been that upset.  There seems to be something about if they tell you that you can't have something, then you just want it more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to do a little research.  If college taught me anything, it's if you don't know about something then look it up.  So, upon not being able to sleep again last night, I did a little research, laundry, and picked up the house.  And when I say a little research I mean about 200 websites on this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few fun facts for your viewing pleasure.  &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; They don't know what the cause of PCOS is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is no cure for PCOS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People with PCOS have a higher rate of miscarriages in the first trimester.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PCOS makes it where you don't absorb insulin like you are suppose to, kinda like diabetes but not.  At least for that there is medicine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOSE WEIGHT!!!!  Every website said this.  EVERY WEBSITE!!!  I wanted to be like so....are you talking to me, or others.  Lol.  so, at 6:30 this morning I rolled my fat hinney out of bed, got ready(makeup, hair, dressed, and fed animals) and I am about to head off to the park in C-town to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Now please understand that i know walking one day will not change anything.  I get that.  Tried that before.  Lol.  It didn't work.  I don't know if anyone will remember the commercial that I am talking about, but its where the really big guy is in the gym, he weighs himself, then runs around the room, and jumps back on the scale.  I think it was a credit commercial, but that big black fellow in the commercial is symbolic of me.  So, here is the plan.  I had time to think, you know because of that whole I am giving up sleeping thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exercise at least 3 times a week for 30 minutes.  Doesn't matter what kind of exercise, just exercise, I can commit to 30 minutes 3 times a week.  Maybe we will pump it up more as time goes on...don't hold your breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cut back on refined foods, which aren't good for you anyways.  I am not making any promises to cut these things out.  That isn't going to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put more veggies and fruit in my daily life.  Not like "Hey Pineapple, what are you doing?"  I mean in my food consumption category.  We aren't calling it a diet.  I say "Nay Nay" to diets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So, today I am thankful for so many things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;First, my fabulous new IPod.  My baby brother gave it to me.  Mom Gator gave it to him.  She won it online.  You see the chain here???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wonderful people that will listen to me be really angry on the phone, because stupid people call you and tell me stuff that makes me want to throw my shoe at their head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My awesome pool.  If it would quit storming at night then I would swim more.  I love the rain, but not the lightning if you are trying to swim....something about electricity...I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hilarious stuff on my new IPod.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A super cool Jeep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Contacts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My house being clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Mom Gator getting her tooth fixed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You, I am thankful for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;What are you thankful for today?  Let me know.  I love you all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-7661751548986040862?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/7661751548986040862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=7661751548986040862' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/7661751548986040862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/7661751548986040862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-in-doubt-do-research.html' title='When in Doubt Do Research'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-1711306845248798349</id><published>2008-06-12T08:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T08:55:02.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few things and then I am off to work...</title><content type='html'>Mom Gator's house is coming right along.  Baby Brother and I surprised her the other day, and we went over and painted and she didn't even know.  Hahaha, silly Mom Gator.  We left her taking a nap at the town house, and we were gone.  Lol, she had no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got something super fun yesterday, I will post pics of it in a week or so.  You will all be excited too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They laid my Mamaw Patsy to rest on Tuesday.  I am still working on being happy about this.  I know she is so happy now.  I love you Mamaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of mine came to apply for a job at one of the homes that I run, and of course she got accepted.  I am totally excited about that.  It is really fun to work with people that you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought three new pairs of shorts yesterday, and they are all WAY to big on me.  I have to return then, because I can slide them off without even having to unbotton or unzip them.  How funny is that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old friend may be making itself know.  By medical intervention of course, but hey i will take that.  Beggars can't be choosers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working on a really cool new picture holder thing.  I saw it in a magazine, and I thought I can do that!!!  So I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made  a ton of soap the other day.  I am just so crafty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really procrastinating, I was at work WAY to long yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really like for someone to massage my shoulders, and Biker is just....well...bless his heart...just no.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Brother has a job, can you believe how grown up he is getting???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to say that I am super proud of Lorna.  She graduates today.  Way to go Lorna! I knew you could do it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I better get on my way.  Kisses to you all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-1711306845248798349?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/1711306845248798349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=1711306845248798349' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/1711306845248798349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/1711306845248798349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-few-things-and-then-i-am-off-to.html' title='Just a few things and then I am off to work...'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-4094549300546854579</id><published>2008-06-05T06:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T07:09:30.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Pity Party and I'll Cry If I Want Too....</title><content type='html'>Cry if I want too...&lt;br /&gt;You would cry to if it happened to you...&lt;br /&gt;Do do do do do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I threw myself one big giant pity party yesterday.  Why might you ask, well I really don't want to talk about that.  Instead, I need to focus on the things that I am thankful for, instead of the things that I don't have or at least don't have yet.  So here goes...my thankful list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A family that loves me, and will even laugh, joke, and cut up with me about things that at first I didn't think were funny, but when they come from them then they are.  Just always remember...Click Clack loves you Great Mama, Great Daddy, Momdy, and Uncle Bllololololololololololo.  And I love you all too!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Four really great friends that will sit and talk to you on the phone, even when they are having problems of their own.  They just listen, and then plot revenge on the person that has made you upset.  I would like to personally thank:  Lydia, Donye-girl, Tara, and Krista.  You four have no idea what you mean to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A best friend that even though I haven't talked to her in like two weeks, she will still be there no matter what.  I love you so much Pooh, you have helped me through what felt like some of the roughest times in my life, and I don't know how I will ever repay you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A great boyfriend, Biker, who will just sit on the phone with you and listen to you cry, probably making no sense at all, but he still listens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A terrific house, that may not be perfect, but it is home, and I love it!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A pretty great job, with clients that drive me nuts, and staff that sends me over the edge.  Even when sometimes I think we need to have the staff tested for mental retardation, you all still crack me up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Animals that are always happy to see me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A God that is forgiving, loving, and patient with me.  Turns out...He isn't finished with me yet.  He has a plan for all of us, and it would be really super if he just sent that down in the form of an essay or blue prints when you are born, but unfortunately that doesn't happen.  And I sometimes tend to forget, He is always there in control of every situation.  Apparently He doesn't say well, "Ok Baby Gator, you're 26...now you are on your own."  Nope, He doesn't say that, He is always in control. (psst....sometimes He has to remind me of that.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My fantastic Jeep!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having my credit card paid down to half of what I owed not even 6 months ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My fancy pants new overalls!  That I would at the used clothing store of $3.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new love of making things.  Soap, letters, picture frames, cards, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soon to be my new talent of sewing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Mom.  She is always there for me, no matter what.  I am so excited about her new house, y'all wouldn't even believe how big and cool it is!  Her bedroom is like...the size of a two car garage I swear!  It's awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Baby Brother, who is taller than I am now.  He is growing up to be such a wonderful young man.  Oh good grief I just said young man.  Retract that last statement and insert, he is growing up to be such a wonderful person, or guy, or fellow, or anything but young man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My giraffes!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My super cool new furniture.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My awesome new rocking chair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The cool sheets that I got for Christmas, that I finally get to use on the king size bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The king size bed all to myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You, I am thankful for you!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;What are you thankful for?  Let me know.  Put your list on your blog, and then leave me a comment and I will come and check it out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Gator&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-4094549300546854579?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/4094549300546854579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=4094549300546854579' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/4094549300546854579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/4094549300546854579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-my-pity-party-and-ill-cry-if-i-want.html' title='It&apos;s My Pity Party and I&apos;ll Cry If I Want Too....'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-6696976944415264829</id><published>2008-05-28T14:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T14:56:38.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Mom Gator...</title><content type='html'>I wasn't technically tagged, but she said anyone that hadn't done this could so that means me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:The rules of the game get posted at the beginning. Each player answers the questions about himself or herself. At the end of the post, the player then tags five people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; been tagged and asking them to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago:1998.  I was 16 and way confused about myself.  I was learning how to drive, and we had fantastic neighbors that would come ride in the car with me and we would forward in the driveway and backward out of the drive way, over and over again.  Those people will never know what they meant to me, and to my family.  My baby brother was still a baby, he was 5, and life was whatever I could make of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things on today's "to do" list:&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to work&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to Wal-Mart&lt;br /&gt;3. Dentist Appt.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. church&lt;br /&gt;5. get gas in Jeep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;1. I talk too much.&lt;br /&gt;2. I talk way too loud&lt;br /&gt;3. I try to fix people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five places I've lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Clarendon Texas&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Krum&lt;/span&gt; Texas&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Plainview&lt;/span&gt; Texas&lt;br /&gt;4. Canyon, Texas&lt;br /&gt;5. Happy, Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I'd do if I was a billionaire:&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy everyone in my family a house&lt;br /&gt;2. Take care of all of the people that have stuck around and taken care of me&lt;br /&gt;3. Give my Mom Gator tons of money so she could do whatever she wants&lt;br /&gt;4. Invest 1/2 of what I win, and then live off of the interest it aquires&lt;br /&gt;5. Anything I wanted too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five jobs I've had:&lt;br /&gt;1. Waitress&lt;br /&gt;2. CLI&lt;br /&gt;3. Vendor&lt;br /&gt;4. Volunteer&lt;br /&gt;5. QMRP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR NAME Camille&lt;br /&gt;4 LETTER WORD Crap...not the first one I thought of but this one is a whole lot nicer.&lt;br /&gt;VEHICLE Chrysler&lt;br /&gt;TV SHOW &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;C.S.I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CITY Chicago&lt;br /&gt;BOY NAME Chaze&lt;br /&gt;GIRL NAME Carmeleta&lt;br /&gt;OCCUPATION Cannon Ball Tester&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING YOU WEAR Cap&lt;br /&gt;FOOD Cookies&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING FOUND IN A BATHROOM Comb&lt;br /&gt;REASON FOR BEING LATE Clowning around&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING YOU SHOUT Come over here and say that!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-6696976944415264829?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/6696976944415264829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=6696976944415264829' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/6696976944415264829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/6696976944415264829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/05/tagged-by-mom-gator.html' title='Tagged by Mom Gator...'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-7437799545380683158</id><published>2008-05-12T21:12:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:46:18.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a time we had!!!</title><content type='html'>We had a fabulous time in San Antonio.  We took Rara and Bones' (Biker's brother) Yukon.  I know it was silly to take a car to a motorcycle rally, but we did.  AND HAD A FANTASTIC TIME!!!!  I will give you a recap of the whole trip.  Biker, Rara, Bones, and Constable pick me up in C-town where Mama and Dad are.  I left the Jeepy there.  So off we go to Abilene to spend the night because that is half way.  Here is a run down of how that night went...fart...fart...fart...snore...fart...snore....snore...snore...fart...snore.  It went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Friday we headed off to San Antonio, we got there checked into the rally looked around.  Saw a few familiar faces, Biker picked out a SUPER COOL skull purse for me.  Its black with pink and white skulls on it, and it had a big chain that hangs down.  I know, not my usual taste, but it really is super awesome.  So we leave there and go check out some Harley shops.  Pretty cool Harley shops if I do say so.  We buy a few things, and then we decide to go and check into the motel.  Someone, I don't remember who gets the great idea to go play miniature golf.  ~side note~ I SUCK AT MINIATURE GOLF.  But everyone assures me that they will help me.  I got to use the pink club and pink ball.  That was great with me.  Poor Constable sucks at miniature golf more than me.  Rara helped me, and I came in second.  Biker beat me by one stroke.  So we go back to the motel for the night.  Here again is how that might went. ...stinky fart...stinkyfart...stinky fart...loud snore...stinky fart...loud snore....even louder snore...extra loud snore...stinky fart...snore.  Do you see a pattern here???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SCj-gb-NAPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LBkUSxj3QaM/s1600-h/San+Antonio+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SCj-gb-NAPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LBkUSxj3QaM/s320/San+Antonio+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199685603017162994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please look closely you can see my pink putter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SCj-gr-NAQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rTDZtKS6mi0/s1600-h/San+Antonio+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SCj-gr-NAQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rTDZtKS6mi0/s320/San+Antonio+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199685607312130306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok we are going to do a roll call from left to right.  Theres:  Rara, Constable, Biker, you wonderful Baby Gator, and Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day we go to the river walk, we see a protest, hit some more Harley shops and go to a GREAT concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SCj-g7-NARI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KmA3vrvU-TE/s1600-h/San+Antonio+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SCj-g7-NARI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KmA3vrvU-TE/s320/San+Antonio+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199685611607097618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Biker and i at the River walk.  Apparently I am looking off at something else.  Who know what?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SCj-hL-NASI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8v-ZV_7NKjc/s1600-h/San+Antonio+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SCj-hL-NASI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8v-ZV_7NKjc/s320/San+Antonio+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199685615902064930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all of us at the River Walk.  Back Row:  Bones and Biker.  Front row:  Constable, Rara, and of course Baby Gator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SCj-hb-NATI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zfR5zhJL2mY/s1600-h/San+Antonio+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SCj-hb-NATI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zfR5zhJL2mY/s320/San+Antonio+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199685620197032242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Alamo and the long line of people waiting to get into the Alamo.  Directly across the street was the protest.  I didn't get a picture of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BEACH BOYS!!!  I love the Beach Boys.  So does my Mama, so I called her during the concert to tell her.  I also called Mom Gator, but Mama seemed more impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SCj_o7-NAUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/a81kV121SBQ/s1600-h/San+Antonio+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SCj_o7-NAUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/a81kV121SBQ/s320/San+Antonio+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199686848557678914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Bones and Rara right before the concert started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SCj_pr-NAWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/eskBu3TrUbM/s1600-h/San+Antonio+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SCj_pr-NAWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/eskBu3TrUbM/s320/San+Antonio+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199686861442580834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is up close of the lead singer of The Beach Boys.  He is one of the only two original members left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time at the concert, it was late so we went back to the motel.  Upon Biker going to sleep he pissed everyone in the room off.  When I say Biker snores loud I mean LOUD, so loud the dead would ask him to be quiet because they can't rest.  It is awful!  So we get into a huge fight, he is asleep and doesn't remember any of it.  Here's how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;Me--- ~whispering~ Biker please roll over, you are snoring loud.&lt;br /&gt;Biker---ok&lt;br /&gt;wait....wait....wait....&lt;br /&gt;Me---~whispering again~ Biker please roll over.&lt;br /&gt;Biker---ok&lt;br /&gt;wait...wait...wait...&lt;br /&gt;Me--- ~loud~ BIKER PLEASE ROLL OVER YOU ARE KEEPING EVERYONE ELSE UP AND THERE ARE FOUR OTHER PEOPLE IN THE ROOM THAT NEED TO SLEEP TOO!&lt;br /&gt;Biker--- ~loud as well~ WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO SLEEP IN THE F****** CAR???&lt;br /&gt;Rara (from across the room)---You can have our comforter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biker was so asleep he doesn't remember any of it.  Good news is that Biker is going to the doctor tomorrow to hopefully set up a sleep study and get one of those machines that helps you breathe at night.  OMG, he so needs it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SCj_pb-NAVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/wEC3pTNSAv0/s1600-h/San+Antonio+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SCj_pb-NAVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/wEC3pTNSAv0/s320/San+Antonio+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199686857147613522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last picture I took before leaving San Antonio.  It was of the Chick-Fil-A cows.  I don't know what they are writing, I was going to get a picture of it, but some butt monkey kept honking at me to get out of the middle of the parking lot.  ~rolls her eyes~ Jack Ass.  But I love this picture anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all we had a fantastic time.  Such a great time that we had already planned on going to the Oklahoma State Rally in July.  This time we will be on the bikes.  I can't wait!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-7437799545380683158?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/7437799545380683158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=7437799545380683158' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/7437799545380683158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/7437799545380683158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-time-we-had.html' title='What a time we had!!!'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SCj-gb-NAPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LBkUSxj3QaM/s72-c/San+Antonio+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-3643454765415549932</id><published>2008-04-21T08:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T08:20:13.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scene of the Crime</title><content type='html'>Does anyone remember this picture from yesterday's posting???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SAyUN_U6ApI/AAAAAAAAADc/afXBJok2pbQ/s1600-h/plants2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SAyUN_U6ApI/AAAAAAAAADc/afXBJok2pbQ/s320/plants2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191687438509671058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is the scene today.  Police believe that a gang of wild hell raising cats came and raided this peaceful neighborhood.  I say peaceful, because I am one of the two houses that are currently occupied on this block.  A witness said that she was scared for her life.  The cats looked as if they were high off of some drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SAyUOvU6ArI/AAAAAAAAADs/tR8bLjtmwEc/s1600-h/scene+of+the+crime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SAyUOvU6ArI/AAAAAAAAADs/tR8bLjtmwEc/s320/scene+of+the+crime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191687451394572978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon further investigation, police found this evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SAyUOPU6AqI/AAAAAAAAADk/qf08FdpkrWY/s1600-h/evidence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SAyUOPU6AqI/AAAAAAAAADk/qf08FdpkrWY/s320/evidence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191687442804638370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see these suspects please be aware they are considered 4 armed and dangerous if you have allergies.  Please call you local Baby Gator, so that she can take care of this problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-3643454765415549932?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/3643454765415549932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=3643454765415549932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/3643454765415549932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/3643454765415549932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/04/scene-of-crime.html' title='The Scene of the Crime'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SAyUN_U6ApI/AAAAAAAAADc/afXBJok2pbQ/s72-c/plants2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-942880033050294127</id><published>2008-04-20T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T16:35:51.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Busy Sunday!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I have done bunches and bunches of stuff today.  Here are a few pics to prove it!  And I have to tell you all about the amazing yesterday.  Ok, first I picked up Biker and the Harley shop in Amarillo, and then we went to Clarendon.  We had a fabulous time, and then we went back to Amarillo.  We went to the Harley shop to get his bike, and we got a sweet deal there.  (My friend hooked us up!) Then we went to JC Penny's and Biker's pants were buy one get one 50% off.  Well they only had one pair that would fit him, so I asked if we could get a rain check for the other pair that would be 50% off.  I swear y'all no one there knew what a rain check was.  We had to ask 5 different people before a manager finally came up.  Lol, she said we could either get a rain check or take 25% off now.  Biker opted for the 25% off now.  then he took me back to my Jeep and he went back to Pampa, America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Pet Smart because I had to coupons, one for cat food one for dog food.  I got to Pet Smart and I find a big rope on clearance for $4.96 which it is usually $10.  So then I go find the dog food.  A 5 lbs bag is $11, and a 4lbs bag of cat food is $11.  I was like HOLY COW!!!  But what did I have you ask....FREE COUPONS!!!  So the original bill added up to $30, but I only paid $5, because of the coupons.  And I had a gift certificate, because a long time ago Dixie Dog won a beauty contest.  How cool is that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Home Depot, because I had two gift certificates for there.  One was for $5 and the other was $10.  So I was like ok Baby Gator, you can't spend over $15.  Well I found 6 plants that I liked, but two of them looked like they were on the brink of death, and I found a bag of potting soil that I needed.  So I asked the manager if he would give me 50% off of those two plants.  He said he would give me 20% but that was all.  So I go check out.  After my 20% off and the $15 of gift cards, I only had to pay $2.92.  I was way excited.  Then I went home.  I wanted to quit while I was ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today here is a list of the things that I have done.  This is in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Planted plants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dusted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaned off the coat rack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaned out the front closet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Used a power saw!  WAY COOL!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put in two thresholds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fixed the hole that was beside the potty, because He Who Shall Remain Nameless didn't cut the tile right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rearranged the middle bedroom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Painted 1 1/2 walls in the back bedroom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Done ALL of the laundry, even the bedding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made about 40 trips to the dumpster&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watered the back yard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watered the garden spot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watered all of the plants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watered the new mums&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Combed the cats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moved the plants off of the porch because it was too windy.  I put them on the side of the house out of the wind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watered the poor mums again, because they already sucked up all of the water from the first time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little Miss Martha and I were going to go for a walk, but it is WAY to windy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So here are some fabulous pics, I hope you enjoy them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SAuyuPU6AlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NdkCzCw2sag/s1600-h/threshholds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SAuyuPU6AlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NdkCzCw2sag/s320/threshholds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191439502932574802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the thresholds that I put in.  Doesn't it look nice?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SAuyufU6AmI/AAAAAAAAADE/cs97Vp8Hejk/s1600-h/herbs+and+paint+brush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SAuyufU6AmI/AAAAAAAAADE/cs97Vp8Hejk/s320/herbs+and+paint+brush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191439507227542114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fabulous little thing that I had forgotten that I bought.  it's for growing herbs inside, and that is the paint brush that I was using to paint that 1 1/2 walls in the back bedroom that I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SAuyuvU6AnI/AAAAAAAAADM/855HJRhbKjs/s1600-h/plants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SAuyuvU6AnI/AAAAAAAAADM/855HJRhbKjs/s320/plants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191439511522509426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful plants in front of my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SAuyu_U6AoI/AAAAAAAAADU/5BOVl_nlth8/s1600-h/plants2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SAuyu_U6AoI/AAAAAAAAADU/5BOVl_nlth8/s320/plants2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191439515817476738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful plants of the side of my house.  They usually sit on the porch, but remember I had to move them because it's so windy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-942880033050294127?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/942880033050294127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=942880033050294127' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/942880033050294127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/942880033050294127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-busy-sunday.html' title='One Busy Sunday!!!'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/SAuyuPU6AlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NdkCzCw2sag/s72-c/threshholds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-1901537332670341241</id><published>2008-04-18T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T17:25:29.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How beautiful is spring!!!</title><content type='html'>I absolutely love Spring!  It's one of my favorite seasons.  Summer is my fav, but spring runs a very close second.  I bought two very big tomato plants today at Wal-Mart and i finally broke down and bought some of those cages that go around the plants so that they don't fall over.  I love Spring!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama is getting a cat.  I know you are thinking that is crazy, I know right!  My Mama...cats...not usually a combo but not it is.  I have a new Uncle.  His name is Smokey.  He has more hair than Uncle Bald Eagle.  Oh yes, the pun was intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be doing the Complaint Free thing with my &lt;a href="http://www.princessandthebeads.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mom Gator&lt;/a&gt;.  Go to her blog and you can read all about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly just put something tacky on here but then I erased it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to do a thankful list because it has been forever and a day since I have done one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My animals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My garden&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean Panties&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Giraffes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Squirt Bottles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hair Scrunchies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretty new plants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Ok, everyone you should all join in.  What are you all thankful for???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-1901537332670341241?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/1901537332670341241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=1901537332670341241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/1901537332670341241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/1901537332670341241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-beautiful-is-spring.html' title='How beautiful is spring!!!'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-7511799909333717278</id><published>2008-04-03T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T08:28:05.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And we are off...</title><content type='html'>So today, Mom Gator, Baby Brother, Friend-o-baby brother, and I are headed to Austin.  Baby Brother is super talented at art, and he gets to go to state with one of his pieces this year.  He got to go last year too, as a Freshman...can you believe that.  Like I said he is super talented.  We will be gone for a few days, and you will all be missed terribly.  Austin is one of Mom Gator's favorite towns.  She would move there if she could, I keep telling her that she can but she says no.  ~Rolls her eyes~ Silly Mom Gator.   Anywho, I am packing my camera and I am planning on taking lots of pics.  Right now I am going to leave you with pics of the trip Biker and I took a few weeks ago.  We had a blast, but we were ready to come home after a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R_TaNWsZekI/AAAAAAAAAC0/V6V1rYkvTj8/s1600-h/Las+Vegas+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R_TaNWsZekI/AAAAAAAAAC0/V6V1rYkvTj8/s320/Las+Vegas+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185008993975237186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Biker petting a sting ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R_TaNGsZejI/AAAAAAAAACs/NiNcmJdB2E4/s1600-h/Las+Vegas+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R_TaNGsZejI/AAAAAAAAACs/NiNcmJdB2E4/s320/Las+Vegas+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185008989680269874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me about to pet a sting ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R_TaM2sZeiI/AAAAAAAAACk/01NjS-QCqj8/s1600-h/Las+Vegas+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R_TaM2sZeiI/AAAAAAAAACk/01NjS-QCqj8/s320/Las+Vegas+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185008985385302562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Oh yes, me petting a sting ray.  I am not sure how I got this to be underlined, but I can't get it to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R_TaMmsZehI/AAAAAAAAACc/mT3Eay4ReKw/s1600-h/Las+Vegas+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R_TaMmsZehI/AAAAAAAAACc/mT3Eay4ReKw/s320/Las+Vegas+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185008981090335250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biker and I with the travelocity roaming gnome.  And did you notice the underlining went away.  I have no idea how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R_TaMWsZegI/AAAAAAAAACU/8fZ0VdO3QHI/s1600-h/Las+Vegas+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R_TaMWsZegI/AAAAAAAAACU/8fZ0VdO3QHI/s320/Las+Vegas+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185008976795367938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biker and I at the entrance to the aquarium.  No my best looking shirt I must say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-7511799909333717278?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/7511799909333717278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=7511799909333717278' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/7511799909333717278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/7511799909333717278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-we-are-off.html' title='And we are off...'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R_TaNWsZekI/AAAAAAAAAC0/V6V1rYkvTj8/s72-c/Las+Vegas+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-6736736911321503665</id><published>2008-03-12T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T15:10:14.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gator Town...the morning after...</title><content type='html'>This is what happens after a long night of arena cross....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R9g4cfHqLVI/AAAAAAAAACM/4TrPgQjVpuo/s1600-h/Red+River.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R9g4cfHqLVI/AAAAAAAAACM/4TrPgQjVpuo/s320/Red+River.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176949833703501138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now please note, that he swears up and down that he is not tired and does not want to take a nap with me....It looks like I drugged them all doesn't it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-6736736911321503665?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/6736736911321503665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=6736736911321503665' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/6736736911321503665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/6736736911321503665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/03/gator-townthe-morning-after.html' title='Gator Town...the morning after...'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R9g4cfHqLVI/AAAAAAAAACM/4TrPgQjVpuo/s72-c/Red+River.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-5416056243428870185</id><published>2008-03-04T19:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T19:26:55.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I say ... and you think ... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chemical :: Reaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poker :: Liquor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Federal :: Witness Protection Program&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mattress :: King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who am I? :: Who wants to know???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Investigation :: I didn't do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In good hands :: Allstate sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8:30 :: Already???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Creditors:: No I'm good thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Resource :: Be sure and cite it with footnotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Feel free to post your own answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-5416056243428870185?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/5416056243428870185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=5416056243428870185' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/5416056243428870185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/5416056243428870185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-say.html' title='I say...'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-7362424825635412253</id><published>2008-02-29T16:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T16:42:09.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Self Portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R8iKJ5V4lQI/AAAAAAAAACE/emST1aDJ9Nk/s1600-h/Self+Portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R8iKJ5V4lQI/AAAAAAAAACE/emST1aDJ9Nk/s320/Self+Portrait.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172536074651079938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my sunglasses on so you can't really get the full effect of me.  I only drew myself with sunglasses on because when I was trying to draw my real glasses, I got one lens really small and the other one really big, and it just looked stupid, so I covered gracefully with the sunglasses thing.  So what do you think???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-7362424825635412253?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/7362424825635412253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=7362424825635412253' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/7362424825635412253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/7362424825635412253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-self-portrait.html' title='My Self Portrait'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R8iKJ5V4lQI/AAAAAAAAACE/emST1aDJ9Nk/s72-c/Self+Portrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-5496527720376783597</id><published>2008-02-28T20:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T21:35:07.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I got tagged!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, first off I got tagged by Little Miss, which in itself is really surprising because she has been knocking on death's door for quite some time now.  I was really starting to worry that she wasn't going to get better.  She assures me that she will...I am still waiting.  So ok, the meme....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. goal- i want to be as awesome as my Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. secret- my greatest fear is letting my family down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. fact- I love the way that a few simple coats of paint made my whole middle bedroom look completely different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. goal-I want to get married and have babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. secret- I miss my pink hair so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. fact- I am the happiest I have ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. goal- I want to retire down by the ocean or a nice quiet lake somewhere, just so that I can be close to the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. habit/fact- I make lists for almost everything, just so that I can check them off so that in my own mind I will think that I have accomplished something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. fact- I have used my cordless screwdriver more in the past month than any of my other tools combine, EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. secret- I am so tired of working on all of this cookies junk!  I am ready for cookies to be OVER.  I have to turn everything in tomorrow.  thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, so now I thought I would share some of the pics from our trip to Red River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R8d5S5V4lHI/AAAAAAAAABA/YeHbjz1csqM/s1600-h/Red+River+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R8d5S5V4lHI/AAAAAAAAABA/YeHbjz1csqM/s320/Red+River+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172236062595519602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Biker, getting me a diet coke before we left.  He's so sweet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R8d5TpV4lII/AAAAAAAAABI/9W_KEqlFXeA/s1600-h/Red+River+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R8d5TpV4lII/AAAAAAAAABI/9W_KEqlFXeA/s320/Red+River+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172236075480421506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;I swear if a cow falls on your car, you will not walk away.  I have not seen this first hand, but come on now, you know it would be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R8d5T5V4lJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7hQ4g3xcmnc/s1600-h/Red+River+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R8d5T5V4lJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7hQ4g3xcmnc/s320/Red+River+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172236079775388818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is me...BABY GATOR feeding a wild deer.  Pay no attention to the little girl in the pic, she only lured the deer up to her with the food, I am the one that actually fed it, after she showed me how, from my hand.  That's right ladies and gentlemen.  I baby gator, am the deer whisperer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R8d5UpV4lKI/AAAAAAAAABY/2PEC3CEl23o/s1600-h/Red+River+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R8d5UpV4lKI/AAAAAAAAABY/2PEC3CEl23o/s320/Red+River+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172236092660290722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what Biker would look like if he got a chicken stuck on his head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R8d5U5V4lLI/AAAAAAAAABg/G2TVyc9ugRo/s1600-h/Red+River+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R8d5U5V4lLI/AAAAAAAAABg/G2TVyc9ugRo/s320/Red+River+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172236096955258034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I would look like if I were part unicorn.  Of course I would be pink.  I would eat rainbows and poop butterflies.  I saw that on a commercial for Horton Hears a Who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R8d6eJV4lMI/AAAAAAAAABo/L5Kn4izz7Gw/s1600-h/Red+River+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R8d6eJV4lMI/AAAAAAAAABo/L5Kn4izz7Gw/s320/Red+River+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172237355380675778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Biker, showing me his boobies for some beads.  He's such a slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R8d6eJV4lNI/AAAAAAAAABw/3DPUniI-JsQ/s1600-h/Red+River+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R8d6eJV4lNI/AAAAAAAAABw/3DPUniI-JsQ/s320/Red+River+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172237355380675794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very scary dragon that we saw on the way.  I took his pic on the way back.  Do you see its big forked tongue, or maybe that his lips I don't know.  It is just a good think we were safely in the truck, or we could have been killed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just  want everyone to know that  I have completed my self portrait, but for some reason my scanner won't scan, so I have to take it to work so that I can save it to the stick thingy so that i can bring it home and upload it.  Ok, I hope everyone enjoys everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-5496527720376783597?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/5496527720376783597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=5496527720376783597' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/5496527720376783597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/5496527720376783597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-got-tagged.html' title='I got tagged!!!'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R8d5S5V4lHI/AAAAAAAAABA/YeHbjz1csqM/s72-c/Red+River+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-3662153948162329288</id><published>2008-02-12T15:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T15:32:07.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to tell....</title><content type='html'>We had a great time in Red River.  Lol, the first time I typed that I put red rover...lol.  I'm a dork.  I have some really great pics on the camera that I need to put on here.  Milk and Cookies (the cats) are running around like crazy chasing each other, what am I going to do with them?\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something great happened today.  We have a new participant for Pantipalooza.  We are going to call her Gracey's Mum.  I know her from the Children's home that I buy pizza for every six weeks for the cottage with the highest grades.  Anyways, she also has a flower shop...get it...Gracey's Mum?!?!  *snickers*  Well, I was talking to her about the kiddos and who did the best this six weeks, and all that jazz, and she asked what has been up with me?  I told her that Pantipalooza is literally right around the corner, and I have all of those gift bags to deliver.  We went over what Pantipalooza is, and she asked if I thought they would like flowers to go with their gift bags.  OF COURSE I said.  So Gracey's Mum is donating us some flowers to give to the battered women's shelter.  Isn't that so nice of her?!?!  I think it is so cool that Pantipalooza is growing by leaps and bounds! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I need to whip up 5 more gift bags and get back to painting the middle bedroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT, HOLD THE PHONE, STOP THE PRESSES!!!  I forgot to tell you all that I got a wonderful surprise this morning in the mail.  It was a box from Bunny!  It was full of really neat and cool stuff, but the total best part is that the box had super cute little pics of the Devine Miss M all over it.  How cool is that?  And then I went to the Post Office this afternoon to find another great surprise, a Valentine from Mom Gator!!!  How cool, two Valentine's in ONE DAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-3662153948162329288?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/3662153948162329288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=3662153948162329288' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/3662153948162329288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/3662153948162329288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-much-to-tell.html' title='So much to tell....'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-7572476103203888177</id><published>2008-02-01T08:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T08:31:50.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And We're Off!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so we are almost all the way ready for the trip to the mountains.  I am very excited, its been years since I have seen real mountains.  I have my giant red suit case (that I bought at a garage sale) packed and ready to go.  Biker made fun of me, and said he hopes that a bag that big will fit in his pickup.  Hahaha, real funny.  So I showed him I packed part of my stuff in his bag too!  Only a couple of things, some magazines, my nail polish bags, my ear plugs, and my makeup.  I slept on the couch last night because Mr. McSnoryloudpants (a.k.a Biker) was WAY TO LOUD FOR ME!  I could still hear him in the other room and I had my ear plugs in.  Not cool.  Anyways, I have go so that I can go to the bank, run by work, go to Wal-Mart (because he forgot stuff), and then go to the chiropractor's office, and then to Poodle's house to drop off the Jeep.  Ok, now he is making fun of my bag again saying that he thinks he needs a 3/4 ton pickup to haul it.  He is so not funny.  Ok, good bye everyone.  I will bring back lots of good pics to post on here.  Kisses!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-7572476103203888177?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/7572476103203888177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=7572476103203888177' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/7572476103203888177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/7572476103203888177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-were-off.html' title='And We&apos;re Off!!!'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-7662196576946294623</id><published>2008-01-26T11:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T11:42:43.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep, I pushed her.</title><content type='html'>Ok, everyone it has been a while since I posted anything.  And really this time there is a good reason.  I have been working on cleaning everything out, because I am moving to Switzerland.   Ok, I am kidding, but I am really cleaning everything out.  Lydia and I are going to have a garage sale sometime this spring, and I have been working feverishly to get stuff rounded up for it.  So far I have cleaned out the my big closet twice, my bathroom, most of the kitchen, the cabinets in the back bedroom, um ok and I think that is it.  I know it doesn't sound like very much, but I swear it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should see the shop it is over flowing with all sorts of treasures for someone to come and find.  Lydia and I have been talking I don't think we are going to price stuff.  Its going to be a garage sale where make us an offer and its yours, or we will hang up a big sign that says something like all clothes $0.50, all knick knacks $1.00 or you know something like that.  We are going to attempt to have said garage sale in The Town Without a Frown, and hopefully it will go over well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see what else has been happening.  The Girl Scout Troop is going wonderfully.  I swear I have the best group of girls around.  Cookie sales are going so great.  Everyone is working so hard, I am just so proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 25 gift bags ready and waiting for Valentines day, I have already talked to the lady at the Women's Shelter in Ama and she told me how many to make and I said no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night meals are going great.  Little Miss is doing such a great job at heading that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dixie Dog was in here first heat this past week.  Yeah that's been fun.  There was a big dog on the other side of the fence the other day, so I went over there to shoooo him off, but instead he growled and chased me.  That was not as much fun as it sounds like, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed Milk in the bathtub last night.  Stupid cat.  I was running a small amount of water cause I just wanted to shave my legs last night and then go to bed.  While I am running the water she gets in the tub.  She stays in the tub until the water hits her feet and then she gets out.  Ok, whatever.  While I am in the tub she keeps swatting at the water.  I keep telling her Milk stop it.  Does she top, no of course not.  So I  get out and am drying off and she is still messing with the water.  So I pushed her in.  She freaked out and ran into the other room, all wet.  I had little paw prints all over the carpet in the bedroom.  It was like a small victory for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am washing sheet the other day, and I washed the ones on the back bedroom bed.  Well, I am not an over achiever, so it takes me a couple of days to make the bed back.  I go in there to put the bed back together and this is what I find.  Please not this picture is not posed.  I did not put him like this.  This is the way that I found him.  I did move the covers back a little so that you could see him better.  That's my Cookies baby.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R5twWp5yqBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uDM8-XKuwAM/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R5twWp5yqBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uDM8-XKuwAM/s320/Fun+Stuff+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159841332590716946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R5twXp5yqCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mNN1nm8QFbI/s1600-h/Fun+Stuff+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R5twXp5yqCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mNN1nm8QFbI/s320/Fun+Stuff+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159841349770586146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/R5twWp5yqBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uDM8-XKuwAM/s72-c/Fun+Stuff+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-8153265300761750073</id><published>2008-01-04T19:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T19:55:45.008-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this me or what???</title><content type='html'>&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;The Recipe For Camille&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://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatstherecipeforyourpersonalityquiz/drink.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts Moxie&lt;br /&gt;2 parts Silliness&lt;br /&gt;1 part Devilry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splash of Nonconformity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish off with a little umbrella and straw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatstherecipeforyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's the Recipe for Your Personality?&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/4851619143098662643-8153265300761750073?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-3999622085230911383</id><published>2008-01-01T11:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T11:26:27.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the age old question.</title><content type='html'>Should you make New Year's Resolutions or not???  In the past I have made resolutions and I have not exactly followed through on them.  I don't know how it is for any of you out there, but once New Year's Day is gone some of those resolutions go right out the window.  I know that only one of my resolutions last year carried on past March.  That was the one that I was going to do something to my house every month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what did I do...hhhmmm...I got a new refrigerator and a dishwasher (one that is not names Baby Gator), I had ceramic tile laid in the bathroom, I painted the bathroom, I painted the cabinets in the bathroom, Mama and Dad bought me two beautiful new solid wood doors to go in the laundry room, I hauled off all of the stuff that He Who Shall Remain Nameless (HWSRN) brought in, and I got a new toilet paper holder.  So see that one went ok for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year I don't think I am going to make any resolutions.  I am going to live 2008 to its fullest.  I am a girl scout troop leader now.  Next week Little Miss and I start cooking Wednesday night dinner at the church.  So this year is just going to be a fun year.  That is how I am going to look at it.  A fun year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok everyone, here is your challenge.  Let me know what you want out of 2008.  If you could have a perfect year, no matter what...realistic or not, what would it be?  Come on y'all let's have some fun!!!  What would happen, what wouldn't happen, would you travel, fall in love, get married, get out of being married (lol, just wanted to through that one in), buy a house, move to Italy, if anything you want could happen then what would it be??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-3999622085230911383?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/3999622085230911383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=3999622085230911383' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/3999622085230911383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/3999622085230911383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-age-old-question.html' title='It&apos;s the age old question.'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-491119610805120398</id><published>2007-12-13T22:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:18:00.887-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise I am still alive.</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, I know it seems like forever since I have written.  Well it almost has been forever.  I started an entry about going shopping after Thanksgiving, but it just never got up.  I have been thinking for a couple of days about what i should write about.  I don't know how many of you keep tabs on my life, but in case you do then you know that it has been a year since my life changed drastically.  At the time I thought everything was falling apart, but god had other plans for me.  A year and two days ago my finance at the time (now known as "he who shall remain nameless") got drunk and wrecked a very nice pickup that I was paying for.  Smashed in the whole driver's side, part of the front, and bent the frame.  FYI those frames were engineered by NASA, it's kind of hard to bend them...I digress...  He spent a few says in the hospital and lets just say he didn't have the comfy home he thought he did to come back to.  Anyway, 4 days after the wreck I graduated with my Master's degree in Business Administration with a specialization in Management.  We rocked a long for about 4 months, and things just never got back in the grove of where they were.  Mainly because I was super pissed off.  Then I asked him to move out and we would see where things lead...they lead to him having a girlfriend in a few hours.  So I started talking to Biker again.  Biker and I dated a long time ago...it didn't end well back then.  So anyways, we start talking again and then we start going out...and then I finally realized that a man should treat me better then HWSRN did.  When we go out to eat Biker pays, he calls me for no reason, he talks to me every  night before I go to bed, my friends and family love him, he doesn't expect me to support him, and he loves me for me not for what I can give him.  I know this blog may seem a little on the downer side, but it really isn't.  A year ago I felt all alone even though my friends and family were all there to support me in my time of need.  I don't know what I would have done without my Mom, Brother, Mama, Dad, Little Miss, Beck Beck, Poodle, Lydia, and then eventually Biker.  I love you all so much and thank you all for being there for me when I needed you.  You are all the best friends and family a Baby Gator could ever ask for!  I love you all!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-491119610805120398?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/491119610805120398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=491119610805120398' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/491119610805120398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/491119610805120398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-promise-i-am-still-alive.html' title='I promise I am still alive.'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-3155855215656604076</id><published>2007-11-17T22:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T22:36:30.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My 50 confessions</title><content type='html'>1. The phone rings, who do you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;My Mom or Biker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there is a special place in hell for those that don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you had to kiss the last person you kissed, would you?&lt;br /&gt;Of course I would.  I love him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you take compliments well?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you play Sudoku?&lt;br /&gt;No, it's hard and I don't get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If abandoned alone in the wilderness would you survive?&lt;br /&gt;Hey!!!  I am a Girl Scout and I watch Survivor Man all the time, plus I have my cell...I will call for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If your house was on fire, what would be the first thing you would save?&lt;br /&gt;The animals, Cody, and my pics...everything else can be replaced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who was the last person you slept in the bed with?&lt;br /&gt;Biker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who do you text the most?&lt;br /&gt;Biker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite children's book?&lt;br /&gt;Oh the Places You'll Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Eye color?&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;5'5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you could do it over again, start from scratch, would you?&lt;br /&gt;No, I wouldn't be the person I am today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Any secret admirers?&lt;br /&gt;If it's a secret, I wouldn't know, now would I? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When was the last time you were at Olive Garden?&lt;br /&gt;Along time ago with Little Miss, Humpty Hump and he who shall remain nameless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite ex..?&lt;br /&gt;Other than Biker (I don't think he counts cause we are back together) then that would probably be Beau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where was the furthest place you traveled?&lt;br /&gt;Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you like mustard&lt;br /&gt;Depends on what it is on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you prefer to sleep or eat?&lt;br /&gt;Both, but not at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;My family more than they will ever know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Can you do splits?&lt;br /&gt;Not at this weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What movie do you want to see right now?&lt;br /&gt;Super Bad, Shrek 3, anything else that catches my eye at the movie getting place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What did you do for New Year's Eve?&lt;br /&gt;NO COMMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you think The Grudge was crappy?&lt;br /&gt;didn't see it.   That girl climbed down the stairs from the top on her belly....no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you own a camera phone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a new pink one...it is fabulous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Was your mom a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;She is like one of my bestest friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What is the last letter of your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;"e"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Are you hispanic?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, oh wait no, no I am not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. How many hours of sleep do you get a night?&lt;br /&gt;Depends... if work calls me at the butt crack of dawn then not that many, but usually 8ish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you like care bears?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What do you buy at the Movies?&lt;br /&gt;Don't go often. When I do, usually Diet Coke and Popcorn. Sour Patch Kids if I have the $ (that shit is expensive!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you know how to play DDR?&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know that that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you wear your seatbelt?&lt;br /&gt;Every single time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What do you wear to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to sleep nakey, or in my silk pjs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Is your hair straight or curly?&lt;br /&gt;Naturally curly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Is your tongue pierced?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you like Liver and Onions?&lt;br /&gt;that is the grossest thing ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you like funny or serious people better?&lt;br /&gt;Funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Ever been to L.A.?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Who is on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;Baby Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Any plans for tonight?&lt;br /&gt;About to go to bed, it's getting late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Whats your fav. song at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Fire Cracker or Another Side of You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you like chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;Gags, spits, makes barfing noises...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What do you and your parents fight about the most?&lt;br /&gt;We really didn't fight much that I remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Are you a gullible person?&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you need a boyfriend/girlfriend to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;I could lie and say no. But I really am happier when someone is in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. If you could have any job what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;A professor, but I don't want to have to do all that research and be published all the time.  I just want to teach  stuff that I like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Are you easy to get along with?&lt;br /&gt;I think so.  But I guess it depends on who you ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What is your favorite time of day?&lt;br /&gt;All of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Are you generally a happy person?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, very much so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I tag....Mom Gator, Little Miss, and Bunny Bunster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-3155855215656604076?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/3155855215656604076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=3155855215656604076' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/3155855215656604076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/3155855215656604076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-50-confessions.html' title='My 50 confessions'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-4037047235619310626</id><published>2007-11-15T09:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T09:14:03.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things</title><content type='html'>Y'all thought I forgot didn't you?  Well, I did until I was looking at Little Miss blog and I was like oh dang I need to do that.  So ok here goes.&lt;br /&gt;1.  I got a super cute new pink phone that I plan on blogging about later.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I wish I were crafty like my Mom.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am happy with my life, finally. &lt;br /&gt;4.  I miss my little brother so much, and I go to as many functions of his as I can, because I know soon it will not be cool to hang out with your big sister. &lt;br /&gt;5.  I am ready for Thanksgiving just so me and Mom can go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;6.  I like to pray while I am driving...I call it Multi-tasking for God.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I can't wait to get my credit card paid off so that I can start fixing up my house again.&lt;br /&gt;8.  For the first time in my life I am leaving my house without toe nail polish on.  I plan on painting them at work.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Patrick is still my favorite animal out of all of them.  Maybe because he and I have been through so much together. &lt;br /&gt;10.  If state doesn't show up on me today then I plan on coming home about mid-afternoon.  Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I tag....Spooky Rach, Bunny Bunster, and Ester Bunny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-4037047235619310626?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/4037047235619310626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=4037047235619310626' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/4037047235619310626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/4037047235619310626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2007/11/10-things.html' title='10 things'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-7520569605811076190</id><published>2007-11-13T21:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T21:24:09.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I know I know</title><content type='html'>Geez, you guys sure get impatient when someone doesn't blog for a while don't you?  Ok, lets see what all has been going on in my world.  I got a super fab envelope from Flutterby.  I have really been working a lot at my real job and cleaning the office.  That totally sucks, but I like the money so I really can't complain all that much.  I have been spending lots of time with Lil' Miss and the kiddos.  I had lunch with Poodle the other day.  The fam came two weeks ago and my Dad, Biker, and Baby Brother put up two brand spanking new doors.  And Baby Brother and I hauled off a crap load of stuff and my place looks SSSSOOOO much better.  I have been really tired lately.  I am getting plenty of sleep at night, cause I go to bed at like 10pm and don't get up until 6 or 7 am.  So i don't know what the deal is.  We have a really cool new nurse at work, and I like her.  I have been waiting for state to show up for Hereford, and they did come to C-town today to clear us on that audit, but didn't stick around to do Canyon's.  I don't know why.  Biker has to go tomorrow for an MRI, because he keeps getting the really terrible headaches.  I have been wrangled into becoming a troop leader again.  I totally missed doing that.  If I was rich I would just take off all summer and go work out at camp again.  I miss that so much and being out there and having great friends and lots of fun.  Man, I miss that.  I have been doing lots of talking with the Presbyterian children's home in Amarillo, and I hope to be doing lots more work with them soon.  If anyone knows someone that wants to purchase a 1995 chevy pickup single cab I know a girl that has one for sale.  Oh wait that girl is me.  Biker and I rode in the Veteran's Day Parade this past weekend and then partied with the HOG club on Saturday night.  It was a blast.  This weekend we are talking pizza's to the children's home, just one of the cottages though.  Cause one of the girls cottages had the highest GPA for the six weeks so Biker and I are going to give them a pizza party or sorts, so that should be fun.  I think Little Miss and Humpty Hump might go with, but I don't know for sure.  I just had the best beef and broccoli I have ever had in my life at Bonzi in C-town...man it was good.  Ok, enough rambling I am going to go take a bath and read on my book.  Dang Lydia for getting me hooked on this series!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-7520569605811076190?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/7520569605811076190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=7520569605811076190' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/7520569605811076190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/7520569605811076190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-know-i-know-i-know.html' title='I know I know I know'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-8972624491567150253</id><published>2007-10-22T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T19:38:53.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I did a MeMe before my Mom Did....yeah!!!</title><content type='html'>1. Your rock star name(first pet &amp;amp; current car) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ditsy Liberty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Your gangsta name(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; ice cream flavor, favorite cookie)&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  Vanilla Gingersnap (that should have been my stripper name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. Your Fly Guy / Girl name(first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name) &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;C Cho...hey I am Asian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your detective name(favorite color, favorite animal) &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Pink Giraffe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your soap opera name(middle name, city where you were born) &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Camille Decatur &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your Star Wars name(the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first) &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Choca...that sucks!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7. Superhero name(2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; favorite color, favorite drink put “The”) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The Blue Vodka...ok it was better than The Blue Diet Coke...ok???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nascar&lt;/span&gt; name(the first names of your grandfathers) &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Jerry Haskel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Stripper name(the name of your favorite perfume/cologne, favorite candy)&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Hypnose Skittles...yeah...ok.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Witness protection name(mother’s &amp;amp; father’s middle names ) &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ray Vance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. TV weather anchor name(Your 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter) &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Cambell Chicago...Chicago Cambell sounds better.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Spy name(your favorite season/holiday, flower) &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sumer Daisy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Cartoon name(favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now + “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;” or “y”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Orange Windspantie...hahahaha yeah just read it again...slowly&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Hippie name(What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree) &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Biscuit Magnolia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;rockstar&lt;/span&gt; tour name(”The” + Your fave hobby/craft, fave weather element + “Tour”)&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; The Trampoline Rain Tour&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/4851619143098662643-8972624491567150253?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/8972624491567150253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=8972624491567150253' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/8972624491567150253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/8972624491567150253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-did-meme-before-my-mom-didyeah.html' title='I did a MeMe before my Mom Did....yeah!!!'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-7129409950207045405</id><published>2007-10-22T08:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T08:23:58.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DANG IT!!!!</title><content type='html'>It has to be 4 below zero in my house this morning, I am pretty sure.  I would go ahead and lite the heaters, but this week it is suppose to get back up in the high 70's.  What kind of crap is that?  One day there is a possibility of snow, and then two days later there the high is in the 70's???  This makes no sense.  I have to get a few more things to have my envelope ready to mail.  I am super excited, I hope Flutterby doesn't think I am a dork.  I think the package is cool.  I slept in the living room last night cause it was so cold in this house.  Even though the temp is going to get up later this week I am going to cover up the air conditioner in the living room and put away the air conditioner in the front bedroom and the back bedroom/computer room.   I should be on my way to work now, but it is so dang cold outside I just don't want to go out there.  The wind is only blowing 900 miles an hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I don't want to go to work, because the place that my clients work at burned to the ground on Saturday.  My words were are you kidding me???  Oh shit!!!!  That is no good, so now I have to figure out what they are going to do all day for the next couple of weeks at least.    No good...I tell ya....no good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it feels like winter.  After I took my shower and everything this morning and stepped into the back bedroom it just felt like Christmas.  Now I know I know I know...we have two other holidays before Christmas, but come on everyone just light an Apple Cinnamon candle and lets all get in the spirit.  I love Christmas.  Do you think it is too early to put up the tree???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-7129409950207045405?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/7129409950207045405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=7129409950207045405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/7129409950207045405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/7129409950207045405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2007/10/dang-it.html' title='DANG IT!!!!'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-3461957875977627855</id><published>2007-10-21T10:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T10:32:11.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the time gone???</title><content type='html'>Can y'all believe it is almost November???  I can't.  It seems like just yesterday it was the beginning of 2007, and now it is almost over.  WOW?!?!  I am almost done with my envelope, I am hoping to have it finished today or tomorrow.  The stuff I put in there seems cool, but I really think Flutter will like it.  I hope she does.  I went through my stash of stuff and filled it really fast.  I have only purchased one thing to put in there.  I was going through the cabinet in the back bedroom/computer room and I found some stuff to put in there.  I threw in a couple of girlie things, because I know that I love girlie things and everyone should take time out to pamper themselves.  I am just bumming around the house for a while.  Biker and I are going on the Eveline River's Toy Run with the HOG club today, but it doesn't start until this afternoon.  Poor biker he had to be there at 8:30 this morning.  Obviously...I did not make it that early.  I am going to leave here in a little while and go clean the office, and then go up there.  Some people were being really crappy about going on the toy run, because the weather is suppose to be so cold today.  Come on everyone...it is for the kids.  I have a way exciting post to put up and I will do it later this week.  Lil' Miss Martha and I are doing some really exciting stuff and I can't wait for everyone to hear about it, cause I know you will all want to get involved.  Ok, well I better get ready.  I promise to blog more, and to read more blogs.  This is a chance to start all over, so that is what I am going to do.  Oh yes, and by the way...Peter the fish is no longer with us.  I flushed him this morning.  This was before I knew that fish cannot live in the sewer.  Ok...hello...masters degree in Management not fishology.  Geez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-3461957875977627855?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/3461957875977627855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=3461957875977627855' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/3461957875977627855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/3461957875977627855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2007/10/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone???'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851619143098662643.post-2230101993920278036</id><published>2007-10-19T13:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T13:21:12.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>This is just a test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851619143098662643-2230101993920278036?l=thebabygator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/feeds/2230101993920278036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851619143098662643&amp;postID=2230101993920278036' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/2230101993920278036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851619143098662643/posts/default/2230101993920278036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebabygator.blogspot.com/2007/10/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>Gator World!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043944560847569667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yqh94Wf3dnk/TDIDcSm_TlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMN1wx5WFYE/S220/28809_130253693667621_100000489740572_277607_179420_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
