<?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-6239539310139522087</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:33:10.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prison Girl's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Prison life's not that different from the newspaper world - the only difference is - the crazies can't go home.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbzsis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239539310139522087/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbzsis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>El Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940100667736866439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H61_q25MSOY/SAQa6nTU1eI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gSqvGiv9HZk/S220/Wedding+036.jpg.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239539310139522087.post-8508118742366873204</id><published>2008-07-31T07:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T07:58:50.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Um.....</title><content type='html'>Hello. How is everyone doing? I'm fine thank you. Have a nice day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6239539310139522087-8508118742366873204?l=colbzsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbzsis.blogspot.com/feeds/8508118742366873204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6239539310139522087&amp;postID=8508118742366873204' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239539310139522087/posts/default/8508118742366873204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239539310139522087/posts/default/8508118742366873204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbzsis.blogspot.com/2008/07/um.html' title='Um.....'/><author><name>El Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940100667736866439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H61_q25MSOY/SAQa6nTU1eI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gSqvGiv9HZk/S220/Wedding+036.jpg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239539310139522087.post-1119261307057989327</id><published>2008-06-10T21:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T21:52:09.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love Oprah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I just finished watching the repeat Oprah that had Randy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pausch&lt;/span&gt;, the professor who is dying of pancreatic cancer. If you haven't heard of him, he has 3 children under 5 and has been told he has months to live. He gave an awesome speech about living life to his students, it was shown all over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; and became such a phenomenon that he was on Oprah. He gave the speech again on Oprah. Of course I'm bawling my eyes out. He just tells it how it is and makes you realize how stupid it is to worry about petty things and how you should live each day like it's your last. Everything that deep down we all know we should be doing, but don't. If you get a chance to watch in on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt;, you totally should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6239539310139522087-1119261307057989327?l=colbzsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbzsis.blogspot.com/feeds/1119261307057989327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6239539310139522087&amp;postID=1119261307057989327' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239539310139522087/posts/default/1119261307057989327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239539310139522087/posts/default/1119261307057989327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbzsis.blogspot.com/2008/06/gotta-love-oprah.html' title='Gotta love Oprah'/><author><name>El Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940100667736866439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H61_q25MSOY/SAQa6nTU1eI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gSqvGiv9HZk/S220/Wedding+036.jpg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239539310139522087.post-8394262560366408308</id><published>2008-06-06T15:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T15:20:38.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holla!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Don't you know how if you forget to do something or you put something off, then you think about doing it, but you put it off again, then when you think of it next time, it's been put off for so long that you just want to avoid it? Anyone follow here? Yeah well, that's how I felt about my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Hmmm....where to begin. Well, Monday was my 32nd birthday. I've decided to stop acting like 32 is so old. We all know I don't LOOK 32 :) and my 30's have been the absolute best time of my life so far so I will be proud of my 32 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;I'm enjoying my job more and more everyday. I just can't believe what a difference it is to ENJOY your job. And to add the the joy, I work w/really cool people. Now, before you all get bent out of shape, OF COURSE they are not as cool as you guys, but they are as cool as they can be w/out reaching your status. No longer do I wake up on Sunday morning in a bad mood because all I can think about is how much I despise my job and don't want to go in on Monday. It's an awesome feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;As a couple of you know, the wedding colors have changed to chocolate and olive now. I'm very happy w/this choice and didn't realize how unsure I was about the coral color until we changed it. I'm much happier w/this color combo. It will look just lovely in the fall. My mom returns from Greece next week so dress shopping will commence very soon. I'm excited and nervous. I'm crazy picky and am very oddly proportioned w/my giant ta-ta's. I get frustrated easily when looking for clothes and nothing fits right, so I'm sure the dress hunt will be interesting. Not to mention that everyone always tells me about the pushy ladies that work in bride shops and how they want to come in to the dressing room and undress you and so forth. Well, let's just say that I'm over the top modest and the thought of some stranger in my dressing room w/me makes me sick to my stomach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, that will suffice for now but I will PROMISE to get back on w/in the next few days and update you on my weekend. Dustin's 10-year class reunion is tomorrow night. He rented the local radio stations party bus to drive us and about 10 others around for the night so we don't have to worry about DUI's. Should be a fun and interesting time!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;P.S. For those who have been asking about Nana, nothing new right now which in this case is probably a good thing. If I hear any more I will let you know. I do notice that every Sunday her name is on the prayer list at our church so I know a lot of people have her in their thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6239539310139522087-8394262560366408308?l=colbzsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbzsis.blogspot.com/feeds/8394262560366408308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6239539310139522087&amp;postID=8394262560366408308' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239539310139522087/posts/default/8394262560366408308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239539310139522087/posts/default/8394262560366408308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbzsis.blogspot.com/2008/06/holla.html' title='Holla!'/><author><name>El Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940100667736866439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H61_q25MSOY/SAQa6nTU1eI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gSqvGiv9HZk/S220/Wedding+036.jpg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239539310139522087.post-6617034190181321766</id><published>2008-05-19T14:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T15:14:12.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You girls crack me up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; ladies! So I've neglected the blog a wee bit. :) I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;baaaaaaaaaaaack&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not loving this warm weather right now because I have no summer clothes! I need to go shopping and I plan to tomorrow. I think I'll head up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Witchland&lt;/span&gt; after work and see what I can find.&lt;br /&gt;I've officially had my second wedding nightmare now. In this lovely dream I woke up and realized it was the day of my wedding and there were a ton of things I forgot to do. I never went to my hair chick to plan how to do my hair and when I called her the morning of, I couldn't reach her. Also, the church in my dream was terribly decorated, the pews had Christmas bows on them and they weren't even in my colors! And the cherry on top was I found Dusty and he was completely hammered!  OMG! So, the first nightmare I had a couple months ago, it was again the day OF the wedding and this time I was just about to walk down the aisle and realized my hair was soaking wet (what's up w/my hair always being an issue?) and I had forgotten to send out the invitations and there was hardly anyone there. Blah! I can only imagine how many more of these I'll have before the big day.&lt;br /&gt;So back to reality, I've gathered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; lists (mine, Dusty's and our mothers lists) and started to freak out about how many people are on there. My reception venue only holds 250 I think. Dustin knows everybody in the world and then some! When I said we may have to trim the list a bit he said no way! Jeez!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and congrats to my mother who on Friday evening graduated from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WSU&lt;/span&gt; w/her Master's of Science in Nursing. Her official title now is Advanced Registered Nurse Practitioner (the closest thing to a Dr. w/out actually being one!) Did I mention she can write prescriptions!? :)&lt;br /&gt;I'll post a pic or two when I get home tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6239539310139522087-6617034190181321766?l=colbzsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbzsis.blogspot.com/feeds/6617034190181321766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6239539310139522087&amp;postID=6617034190181321766' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239539310139522087/posts/default/6617034190181321766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239539310139522087/posts/default/6617034190181321766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbzsis.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-girls-crack-me-up.html' title='You girls crack me up!'/><author><name>El Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940100667736866439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H61_q25MSOY/SAQa6nTU1eI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gSqvGiv9HZk/S220/Wedding+036.jpg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239539310139522087.post-1054080001018790009</id><published>2008-05-14T18:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T18:32:49.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;I've been sitting here trying to write a blog for like 30 minutes and everytime I start I erase it. I think I have blogger's block! More later (I hope).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6239539310139522087-1054080001018790009?l=colbzsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbzsis.blogspot.com/feeds/1054080001018790009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6239539310139522087&amp;postID=1054080001018790009' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239539310139522087/posts/default/1054080001018790009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239539310139522087/posts/default/1054080001018790009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbzsis.blogspot.com/2008/05/fyi.html' title='FYI...'/><author><name>El Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940100667736866439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H61_q25MSOY/SAQa6nTU1eI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gSqvGiv9HZk/S220/Wedding+036.jpg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239539310139522087.post-1393917242974804112</id><published>2008-05-07T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:18:45.404-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nana</title><content type='html'>I have a sad story that is on my mind all the time. Several of you know my Cousin who I'm very close to. Well, he has 3 cousin's on his mom's side. Lindsay, Adam, and Ali. They're all 3 younger than me but when I was little Lindsay and Adam would always be around at ball games and such, and we'd play together and see each other from time to time. Once I got older I really didn't see them but around town once in a while. We're not close at all, but we're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;acquaintances&lt;/span&gt;. 5 years ago Adam and his girlfriend had a little girl, Adriana. They were both teenagers. Adam joined the Navy and for reasons I really don't know, the little girl's mother wasn't around. So Adriana (Nana as the family calls her) was raised by her grandparents and her aunts Lindsay and Ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years ago Deb (her grandmother) noticed a strange lump on Nana's leg. They took her to the doctor and found out she had cancer. She had to do the whole chemo thing, lost her hair, etc. She was in and out of the hospital for a good 6 months. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I have seen this little girl, she's always smiling. She's such a cutie. She went into remission and last October Make-A-Wish sent her to Disney World. Here's a photo that ran in the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197645081775720690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61_q25MSOY/SCG-qd_MSPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hJjQ2XBmmXQ/s320/nana.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Well a couple weeks ago Deb noticed a new lump so they took her to the doctor and they were told that Nana only has about 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wks&lt;/span&gt; to live. I can not begin to fathom such news. The thought of what this family is going through makes me sick to my stomach. Like I said I barely know these people but when I heard that I just couldn't stand it. They said another one of her wishes was to sing the national anthem at a ballgame. Well, my uncle is the softball coach at Cowley and last I heard he was going to arrange it so she could sing at one of the softball games. Her aunt Ali is a senior in high school and right now they are just hoping she makes it until Ali graduates.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't write this to depress everyone. I just thought sending up a few more prayers couldn't hurt. And also to remind everyone that has kids (which is most of you) to be so very very thankful that they are healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6239539310139522087-1393917242974804112?l=colbzsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbzsis.blogspot.com/feeds/1393917242974804112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6239539310139522087&amp;postID=1393917242974804112' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239539310139522087/posts/default/1393917242974804112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239539310139522087/posts/default/1393917242974804112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbzsis.blogspot.com/2008/05/nana.html' title='Nana'/><author><name>El Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940100667736866439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H61_q25MSOY/SAQa6nTU1eI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gSqvGiv9HZk/S220/Wedding+036.jpg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61_q25MSOY/SCG-qd_MSPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hJjQ2XBmmXQ/s72-c/nana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239539310139522087.post-8702705256558649310</id><published>2008-05-05T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:18:46.348-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayhem in Monett</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cinco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Mayo everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Well, we went to Missouri Saturday to see Dustin's grandparents, dad, and brother. Whenever we go over, we usually take turns driving, but Dustin usually ends up driving more than I do. I really don't like driving as much as I used to. I feel like the older I get, the worse I get at driving. I would rather not do it if I don't have to. But I said I would drive over there on Saturday, and he could drive back on Sunday. It's about a 3 hour trip. Saturday was a good day, we got to visit w/his grandparents (they're a hoot) and play w/his brothers kids. Here's a couple pics of them playing in the back yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H61_q25MSOY/SB-DAtoeqEI/AAAAAAAAACM/UpTkRoDvhQg/s1600-h/kid2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197016543281457218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H61_q25MSOY/SB-DAtoeqEI/AAAAAAAAACM/UpTkRoDvhQg/s320/kid2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197016208274008114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H61_q25MSOY/SB-CtNoeqDI/AAAAAAAAACE/CObkGSp3T-w/s320/kid1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Later that evening we went to a really cool bar and hung out w/Davey and Michelle, Dustin's brother and sister-in-law. Later Dustin's dad and his girlfriend showed up. Here's a couple snapshots of everyone....notice how everyone is having a good time, feeling good....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everything's&lt;/span&gt; great.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197110646014912658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H61_q25MSOY/SB_YmNoeqJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vj2ZOm5VGhs/s320/lorimichelle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197109640992565378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="235" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H61_q25MSOY/SB_XrtoeqII/AAAAAAAAACs/H1DlC58UAaM/s320/dustydavy.jpg" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;We had talked about going w/Dustin's grandpa to the casino on Sunday before we went home. He's a regular over there and you know how much I love the casino. So I was looking forward to that. Anyway, Saturday night we headed back to our motel (after stopping for a wee bit of Taco Bell), and we retired to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6 a.m Sunday morning - I'm woken up by a light coming on and Dusty saying "Thanks for coming to help me while I was in there dying." This poor man woke up SO sick. He started throwing up at 6am and did not stop until somewhere around 10 am. He had a fever and was shaking so bad from the chills. I went to the gas station next door and got him some water and Ibuprofen for the fever. When I came back he had turned on the heater because he was so cold. I swear it had to be like 95 degrees in that room. I put so many blankets on top of him (even the motel comforter that everyone knows not to use because they never wash them). He couldn't stop shaking and he was jolting about. I had to take off half my clothes because it's like a sauna in this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; motel room w/no ventilation. He takes his Ibuprofen and throws it up about 5 minutes later. I put these two miniature trash cans by the bed and for the next 4 hours he throws up about every 10 to 15 minutes. He was miserable and I felt so bad cause I couldn't do anything to help him. At one point in between puke sessions he asked me if I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;poisoned&lt;/span&gt; him, then he said he would rather be dead than feel like this, and later wondered if it was his brain tumor (which he's certain he has because he goes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mayoclinic&lt;/span&gt;.com anytime he sneezes and always comes away convinced he has a tumor, mono, or recently an anyurism!) Finally about 10 am he began to feel slightly better. There was nothing left in his system to throw up I guess. After he took a shower and laid back down, I took out my camera and said "I'm sorry honey but this will make for good blog fodder" and I snapped his picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197016848224135250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61_q25MSOY/SB-DSdoeqFI/AAAAAAAAACU/qWouhkx3HRM/s320/sicko.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then this one of the trash can just for good measure. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197017612728313954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H61_q25MSOY/SB-D-9oeqGI/AAAAAAAAACc/cnkICIHdc5k/s320/trash.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So we're not sure if he had the flu or food poisoning or what but it was terrible. And he's pretty sure it will be a long while before he can eat Taco Bell again. I was worried about how he would handle the drive back but he was a trooper and as the day went on he felt much better. I later told him I thought it was all a plot to make me drive both ways!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6239539310139522087-8702705256558649310?l=colbzsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbzsis.blogspot.com/feeds/8702705256558649310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6239539310139522087&amp;postID=8702705256558649310' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239539310139522087/posts/default/8702705256558649310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239539310139522087/posts/default/8702705256558649310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbzsis.blogspot.com/2008/05/mayhem-in-monett.html' title='Mayhem in Monett'/><author><name>El Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940100667736866439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H61_q25MSOY/SAQa6nTU1eI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gSqvGiv9HZk/S220/Wedding+036.jpg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H61_q25MSOY/SB-DAtoeqEI/AAAAAAAAACM/UpTkRoDvhQg/s72-c/kid2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239539310139522087.post-530657482982344266</id><published>2008-04-29T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:18:46.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Washers and Pearls and Houses OH MY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61_q25MSOY/SBeuldoeqCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cmJJPIER8rk/s1600-h/ellen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194812653827958818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" height="216" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61_q25MSOY/SBeuldoeqCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cmJJPIER8rk/s320/ellen.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;So I had a fun weekend. We spent the night out at the farm Saturday. We had some friends come out and we all camped for the night. Got a wee bit windy and chilly but still a good time. Bret and Ellen brought their washers game so we entertained ourselves w/Margaritas and washers! And of course a big 'ole fire! I think that's my favorite part of being outside or camping or whatever. You gotta love a big fire pit! Here's a pic of Ellen and I at the picnic table - she is reading the new People magazine I just got in the mail. Dustin surprised me by getting me a subscription and the name he put down to be on the cover is "Princess Lori Schuetz" :) How cute is that?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;Speaking of my wonderful man, I got my Valentine necklace back today. For those of you who don't know the story, here it is. My grandma was like a second mom to me. I was super close to her and I miss her like crazy every day. She died in 2002 from breast cancer. Well several years ago my grandma had given me a pearl. I had always planned on doing something with it, just not sure what. For Valentine's Day this year, Dusty took the pearl, had it mounted on a sterling silver breast cancer ribbon, and made it into a necklace. It has to be one of the most special gifts I've ever received. Well I had only had it for a month, when one night my mom looked at it and said "Where's the pearl?" It had fallen off. It was a lost cause, because it could be anywhere. So needless to say Dusty was mad at the jeweler because I obviously can't replace the sentimental value of the original pearl, but they put a new one on there for me and I have it back. It's still very special and I wear it every day. It sucks my grandma never got to meet Dustin, she would have LOVED him!!! Damn it, I'm welling up just typing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;So I will end on an awesome note....we close on our new house tomorrow!!! So excited to get to work!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6239539310139522087-530657482982344266?l=colbzsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbzsis.blogspot.com/feeds/530657482982344266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6239539310139522087&amp;postID=530657482982344266' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239539310139522087/posts/default/530657482982344266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239539310139522087/posts/default/530657482982344266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbzsis.blogspot.com/2008/04/washers-and-pearls-and-houses-oh-my.html' title='Washers and Pearls and Houses OH MY!'/><author><name>El Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940100667736866439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H61_q25MSOY/SAQa6nTU1eI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gSqvGiv9HZk/S220/Wedding+036.jpg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61_q25MSOY/SBeuldoeqCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cmJJPIER8rk/s72-c/ellen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239539310139522087.post-1529028417811390071</id><published>2008-04-23T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T15:11:48.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forced Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#003300;"&gt;Because I don't want Heather to yell at me anymore, I will post a short blog. I haven't been blogging in the evenings because for this week, Dusty is on first shift so we're home together at night and I'm not bored to death. Therefore my blog has suffered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#003300;"&gt;Today is Administrative Assistants Day, which I find gay, but I'll get a free lunch out of it tomorrow from my boss and the peeps I work with. Speaking of work, yesterday one of my "bosses" shot me in the thigh, at point-blank range, with an air rifle. My God, it hurt like a biotch!! I have a huge welt that is starting to bruise. It's not pretty. Guess it was my initiation. I made the mistake of telling Dusty this story. Some of you might be saying, "Why? Did he get pissed at the guy and want to kick his butt for shooting you, the one he loves so much??" Yeah, not so much. He got mad because WE have an air rifle and he has wanted to shoot me and I never allow it. Now because the dude at work shot me, he has informed me that he gets to shoot me too. Aint love grand?? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6239539310139522087-1529028417811390071?l=colbzsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbzsis.blogspot.com/feeds/1529028417811390071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6239539310139522087&amp;postID=1529028417811390071' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239539310139522087/posts/default/1529028417811390071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239539310139522087/posts/default/1529028417811390071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbzsis.blogspot.com/2008/04/forced-blog.html' title='Forced Blog'/><author><name>El Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940100667736866439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H61_q25MSOY/SAQa6nTU1eI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gSqvGiv9HZk/S220/Wedding+036.jpg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239539310139522087.post-2262617860248937971</id><published>2008-04-15T21:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:18:46.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I stupid??</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Ok, usually I tend to believe I am pretty computer literate. I've been using them all my life and I'm good at trying things until I get the result I want. So WHY, pray-tell, can I not figure out this bloody blog? I want a list of my friends blog sites on my page but I can't figure out how to do it! I want to add a picture of Dusty and I but I can't figure out where to go. HELP ME.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;In the meantime, tonight was eventful. I attended the city meeting welcoming our new mayor to office, my father-in-law (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H61_q25MSOY/SAVh8nTU1gI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XLj9j1AeldY/s1600-h/beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189661839584450050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="214" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H61_q25MSOY/SAVh8nTU1gI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XLj9j1AeldY/s320/beer.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;to be) Mell. That was fun. Dustin had to work so I represented. Here is a picture of father and son making home-made whiskey in my kitchen. Ark City is in good hands! :)&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/6239539310139522087-2262617860248937971?l=colbzsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbzsis.blogspot.com/feeds/2262617860248937971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6239539310139522087&amp;postID=2262617860248937971' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239539310139522087/posts/default/2262617860248937971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239539310139522087/posts/default/2262617860248937971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbzsis.blogspot.com/2008/04/am-i-stupid.html' title='Am I stupid??'/><author><name>El Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940100667736866439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H61_q25MSOY/SAQa6nTU1eI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gSqvGiv9HZk/S220/Wedding+036.jpg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H61_q25MSOY/SAVh8nTU1gI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XLj9j1AeldY/s72-c/beer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239539310139522087.post-3359232841721671433</id><published>2008-04-14T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:06:00.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First B to the log!</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited to write my first blog although I have absolutely nothing of interest to write about! Went to the casino tonight for matchplay....came back w/$25 more than I went there with. We had a really fun weekend. Friday night we went to Ponca City to watch Shannon's husband, Ryan, play at a bar/restaurant. He did well and we had a good time. Dustin was so excited for Saturday to come, he could hardly stand it. One of his Marine buddies he hadn't seen in 10 years was passing through Kansas and stopped here for the evening to catch up and drink (go figure). Another good time although the two Marine's had a bit too much to drink. I knew the SoCo shots were a bad idea. We had to stop and let his buddy puke on the highway. It was a time!So that's about it for the first blog. I'm not even gonna attempt putting cute little clip art on here yet! Hope this will suffice. If not, I'm sure Heather and Christina will let me hear about it!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6239539310139522087-3359232841721671433?l=colbzsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colbzsis.blogspot.com/feeds/3359232841721671433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6239539310139522087&amp;postID=3359232841721671433' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239539310139522087/posts/default/3359232841721671433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239539310139522087/posts/default/3359232841721671433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colbzsis.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-first-b-to-log.html' title='My First B to the log!'/><author><name>El Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940100667736866439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H61_q25MSOY/SAQa6nTU1eI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gSqvGiv9HZk/S220/Wedding+036.jpg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
