<?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-6953148</id><updated>2012-01-13T06:42:06.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOFAOA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>463</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-582253107170971526</id><published>2012-01-13T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T06:42:06.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>test 123</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/582253107170971526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/582253107170971526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2012/01/test-123.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-3628721527955085232</id><published>2011-01-03T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T09:19:03.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2011It seems so futuristic to even type that.  Wow!  Ok so new year starts again and this year some changes are in store.  Business goals - I'm going to step up, to be a better leader, to guide my little troops forward into 2011 with purpose and drive!  I am going to challenge them to be better at what they do to make our company stronger.  If they can't or don't keep up then maybe this isn't the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/3628721527955085232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/3628721527955085232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-it-seems-so-futuristic-to-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-6928333019104094468</id><published>2010-11-30T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T15:44:14.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I miss this part of my life - no not the single girl acting wild and blogging about it. The daily rehash of my life...dare I say the proof of my existence? Sure that's a part of it but more importantly I miss journaling..mainly it's a timing thing but ...wait I missed a point. I miss happy journaling. For some insane reason my journals over the past 5 years have been nothing but the negative or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/6928333019104094468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/6928333019104094468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-miss-this-part-of-my-life-no-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-2998012419011600786</id><published>2008-09-15T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:47:42.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like a Phoenix.....From the ashes....Hay party people!  It's been so long since I've been here I thought I'd step in and try to clear the cobwebs out, so to speak.  I almost have the urge to blog again but am torn - do I do my business here or pick a new slot in cyberspace???  I have such fond memories of this space here.  It needs some updating and such, perhaps some modernization ....and some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/2998012419011600786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/2998012419011600786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2008/09/like-phoenix.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-8607537518219965096</id><published>2007-06-25T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T16:08:26.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MondayIt's been too long...I know this.  I just don't have the time to post any more and I think this blog may have run it's course.  I can't use it as I once did and now it seems tedious to post.  I'll miss the back and forth comments and the wonderful people who have visited me but I am not a fan of doing things half assed and that's kind of what it feels like. I'll keep it up because quite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/8607537518219965096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/8607537518219965096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2007/06/monday-its-been-too-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-4133153686329821452</id><published>2007-06-01T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:04:28.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Dodge FamilyMy husband was so impressed with Maxine that he had to go out and get one of his own - Ladies and Gentlemen I'd like to introduce Maxine and Savannah....Party Like a Rock StarThe hubby and I had a fan-fucking-tastic time in Vegas! We stayed at the Palms and with the exception of a 3 hour business meeting I had we never left the hotel. Monday was a bit slow, except for fantastic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/4133153686329821452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/4133153686329821452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2007/06/dodge-family-my-husband-was-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/RmCj3Yj2HEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TEROVulct0E/s72-c/CIMG0667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-910008902989546619</id><published>2007-05-14T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:04:29.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meet Maxine! The name finally came to me while I was cruising  - Maxine - yes - that's it!  A strong, tough, fast broad who won't take any shit.  C is just as inlove with her as I am but has been really good about enjoying my enthusiasm.  I let him drive her all weekend and it was heavenly.  Oh and Athena - your gas comment is right on but  - my gas is paid for and belive it or not Maxine gets </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/910008902989546619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/910008902989546619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2007/05/meet-maxine-name-finally-came-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/RkiuaE5dBWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xTQoWUVv6Gk/s72-c/NDP0056_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-8505497644109776508</id><published>2007-05-10T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T16:24:59.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am in Huge LoveHuge love - yes I said it - HUGE LOVE - never in my life have I loved a car so much.  It's an amazing feeling and yes I realize a bit materialistic but fuck it.  I work hard and I drive 55 miles each way to work - to have a car that I actually enjoy driving for 3 to 4 hours each day is a DREAM!  I actually park her where I can see her from my office window so I can stand up, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/8505497644109776508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/8505497644109776508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-in-huge-love-huge-love-yes-i-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-9215892803672562674</id><published>2007-05-09T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:04:29.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Bragging and It's Okay!My husband hooked me up with a beautiful new car last night - it's a 2007 Dodge Magnum - 5.7 liter V8 Hemi fully loaded with Navigation, Satellite Radio, Sun Roof, Rear DVD Player, Hands free bluetooth, etc etc etc. She's so purty and she handles like a dream - it's brand new 2007 and was sold as a used car because it had 5500 miles on it. Originally it was on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/9215892803672562674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/9215892803672562674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-bragging-and-its-okay-my-husband.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/RkIPQ05dBTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h433nCYLJQQ/s72-c/NDP0056_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-273001486694187911</id><published>2007-04-19T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T13:46:21.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Asshole Part 2It gets worse.... My ex husband has been giving my son a hard time about not fighting back against that kid. Now Jo is seeking retaliation and wants to punch this kid if he sees him. I sat down with Jo again and gave him all the reasons I could think of and then some. Believe me, I covered all the bases and told him that because of what is going on around the country any act of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/273001486694187911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/273001486694187911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2007/04/asshole-part-2-it-gets-worse.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-1361581785356838013</id><published>2007-04-17T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T14:29:17.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TeenagersMy 16 1/2 year old son Jo has become more involved at school and seems to be making more friends, which is wonderful.  Another thing he has started is heading over to the local rec center after school for a few games of pick up basketball, again, all good.  Yesterday he was checking the ball and the guy acted like he didn't, or maybe he didn't see it and when the ball rolled past him he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/1361581785356838013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/1361581785356838013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2007/04/teenagers-my-16-12-year-old-son-jo-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-3921605503662196695</id><published>2007-04-10T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T09:21:02.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just don't have time to post anymore...and I also lack the drive.  I haven't updated the links to the left or right in so long I don't know what is active and what is not.  Yet I don't want to close this down because it is a portal and a release for me, however I do feel that I have censored so much of myself over the past year.....can you say wishy washy???  It is also the quickest way that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/3921605503662196695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/3921605503662196695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-just-dont-have-time-to-post-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-4526494578538830603</id><published>2007-03-19T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T13:42:41.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vegas What a wonderful and relaxing time!  It was filled with sex, fun, sun, food, wine and laughter till your cheeks hurt and then some.  The work I had to do was over in a matter of an hour and I did an excellent job.   That left the rest of Thursday night until Sunday morning for fun. We had just enough fun to fall into a sex induced nap and woke in time to catch dinner.  C called a fancy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/4526494578538830603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/4526494578538830603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2007/03/vegas-what-wonderful-and-relaxing-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-7658386978462213060</id><published>2007-03-14T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T08:44:09.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On the FenceI got home last night and found my son Jo was sleeping soundly in his bed - taking an afternoon nap.  I figured this would be the best time to talk to my husband C about the offer my ex-husband made.  Big mistake because C immediately took it personally and said that Jim doesn't deserve a break after everything he put me through.  I understood the protective vibe but when I brought up</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/7658386978462213060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/7658386978462213060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2007/03/on-fence-i-got-home-last-night-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-958497391772579878</id><published>2007-03-13T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T18:03:56.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Deal or No Deal?My ex-husband owes me over $20,000 in arrears for child support.  His license has been suspended and in the past he has asked me to call off the DA and he would pay me an amount we agreed upon monthly.  I never really paid attention to him because in the past we tried different arrangements and it never worked.   Now he has a new young baby and is working at a steady gig and made </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/958497391772579878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/958497391772579878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2007/03/deal-or-no-deal-my-ex-husband-owes-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-5366433332948143794</id><published>2007-02-28T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T21:57:05.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WednesdayI'm packed and ready to head home.  I'm tired, done with meeting, done with work, done with drinking, eating out, late nights, heels in the rain, cold....I wanna go home.  Whhhah.  Ok, enough whining.  It's been a decent convention.  I got in late Friday night after flying in the smallest plane ever that was delayed for mechanical difficulties...I always wonder does that mean it's now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/5366433332948143794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/5366433332948143794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2007/02/wednesday-im-packed-and-ready-to-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-725718164735165510</id><published>2007-02-22T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T15:02:41.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ThursdayWell that was a surprise....went to sign in to Blogger and it forced me to update to teh new version - when I didn't have any time as it was.  damn - oh well...just a quick check in.  I'm heading to Monterey tomorrow and need ot rush out of her to get shit done!  i'm sure I'll have lovely photos and such to blog about when I come back!P.S. Thank you Flirt and Mephisto for the ego boosting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/725718164735165510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/725718164735165510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2007/02/thursday-well-that-was-surprise.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-117106609823036405</id><published>2007-02-09T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T16:08:18.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FridayMy gawd I am fucking tired, waking up at 4 am is wrong on so many levels.  It's 3:52 now and I am starting to shut down.  I had a big meeting this morning, all of the partners set up a confidential meeting with our competition to see if we could come to some kind of agreement and maybe handle the market together, bringing up both of our profits.  It went ...ok.  They seem to be hell bent on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/117106609823036405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/117106609823036405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2007/02/friday-my-gawd-i-am-fucking-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-117088248060465437</id><published>2007-02-07T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T13:08:00.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Laguna Beach. Ca - where C and I got married - sunset late January</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/117088248060465437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/117088248060465437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2007/02/laguna-beach.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-117087872489417269</id><published>2007-02-07T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T13:02:25.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesday Feb 7thMy birthday weekend was wonderful - I had a nice relaxing Saturday morning and afternoon with the kids, got some lovely cards, phone calls and gifts, a pedicure and taken out to dinner. Superbowl Sunday was just as wonderful. Stopped by Maeve's house with the hubby and the kids and enjoyed my gyrls company and of course food and drink! My only regret was that Superbowl started so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/117087872489417269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/117087872489417269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2007/02/wednesday-feb-7th-my-birthday-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-117044624723473214</id><published>2007-02-02T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T11:57:27.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FridayThis morning I woke up with a huge smile on my face.  My husband C was worried something was wrong, I never wake up with a smile.  I'm happy because it's Friday and I have a 3 day weekend in front of me.  I'm also happy because I had fan-fucking-tastic sex before passing out into a blissful slumber.  That alone is enough to smile about.Last night was fun, my son Jo had a game and we were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/117044624723473214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/117044624723473214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2007/02/friday-this-morning-i-woke-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-117035749672965370</id><published>2007-02-01T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T12:10:22.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thursday RamblesI feel stagnant sometimes - this blog feels ....not as it once did.  I'm not thinking of shutting down or anything ....nothing crazy like that.  I just used to have so much to say and perhaps more time to say it.  I wish I could blog while I was driving, not only to kill some commute time but when I spend that hour or so in the car it really allows me the time to think.  I can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/117035749672965370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/117035749672965370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2007/02/thursday-rambles-i-feel-stagnant.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-117018929657239124</id><published>2007-01-30T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T14:39:07.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TuesdayI know I promised more recap - but I just haven't had the time.  Suffice it to say we had a wonderful time, it was freezing cold so we really didn't go out much at all with the exception of 2 days of skiing, a day shopping trip and one dinner outside the hotel.  That of course left all kinds of time lounging around the bedroom of the hotel.  We always seemed to find something to do to pass</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/117018929657239124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/117018929657239124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2007/01/tuesday-i-know-i-promised-more-recap.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-116916486142620819</id><published>2007-01-18T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T14:41:28.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whistler - recapThe trip was phenomenal.  It's that easy.  We had a wonderful time and I'll try my best to break it all down here...as memory serves me of course.After getting up at 3 am to make our flight we sat in the airport parking lot doing shots of Jagermeister - the drink of champions - from our Christmas present flask.  I also took a few tokes just to calm my nerves...I'm a nervous flyer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116916486142620819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116916486142620819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2007/01/whistler-recap-trip-was-phenomenal.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-116905426543426041</id><published>2007-01-17T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T09:17:45.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I could just cry - or laugh.  I was uploading the Whistler pictures to my computer and noticed that in one of our silly stupors that I had taken a picture of C's dick.  I went to make sure that picture was deleted and ended up deleting all of them!  I had also checked the box that deleted pics as soon as they are uploaded.  Thank God for the recycle bin!  Hay wait - that pic of C is still in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116905426543426041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116905426543426041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-could-just-cry-or-laugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-116828669282112446</id><published>2007-01-08T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T12:04:52.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday January 8th In a mad rush to get everything done before leaving for Whistler Canada on Wedesday.  My only concern is for my son Jo who will be home alone for 3 of the 5 days.  I am sure nothing will happen and I have talked to the neighbors and given them all of the pertinent information....but as a mom the what if's run through my head.  My parents are in Maui and don't get back until </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116828669282112446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116828669282112446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2007/01/monday-january-8th-in-mad-rush-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-116786873257446423</id><published>2007-01-03T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T11:30:13.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WednesdayAll is well in my crazy litle world and I am taking a brief break from work to get a post out.  First things first.  Has anyone updated to the new version of blogger?  I haven't taken the plunge because, quite frankly, if the program fucks anything up it will be Eons before I'd be able to fix it.I started this post 3 hours ago and this was all I had time to get out....nice break eh? I'll</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116786873257446423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116786873257446423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2007/01/wednesday-all-is-well-in-my-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-116743390775171766</id><published>2006-12-29T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T15:11:47.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year to Everyone!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116743390775171766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116743390775171766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-new-year-to-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-116666423847263660</id><published>2006-12-20T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T17:23:58.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WednesdayIt's only Wednesday and already I feel as if I've been working for over a week.  We are unbelievably busy right now not only with the day to day but, now that we are business owners, we get to have Board Meetings and Tax Meetings and Attorney Meetings.  I'm only complaining because I am tired and a bit grumpy and and and ...I still need to do some Christmas shopping. Crowds, especially </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116666423847263660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116666423847263660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/12/wednesday-its-only-wednesday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-116588505239937977</id><published>2006-12-11T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T10:47:45.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MondayI kind of made an ass out of myself this weekend and I kissed a girl, two separate things that happened at the same party.  Both incidents happened after the church party but then some shit jumped off there as well.  This is an old post that I never had the time to get to.  This actually happened two Saturdays ago and now in my book sounds like old news.  I also do not think I made an ass </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116588505239937977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116588505239937977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/12/monday-i-kind-of-made-ass-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-116560771271157051</id><published>2006-12-08T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T11:55:12.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FridaySo, I'm going to the Laker Game tonight and I am so excited because once again I have 2nd row seats!  This time though I am taking my son Jo because we could not get a sitter for the youngest and C thought it was just too much given the busy week and upcoming weekend we are heading into.  Jo is beyond excited and has sent me text messages saying so all day.  C, on the other hand is acting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116560771271157051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116560771271157051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/12/friday-so-im-going-to-laker-game.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-116528407171987265</id><published>2006-12-04T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T18:12:32.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And It's MondayGo Bruins! Go Bruins! Go Bruins!  My boys pulled a mighty win Saturday and I enjoyed every minute of it.  I do have to admit, and you will probably hear this again and again, that I was green with envy that I could not be at that game.  My husband C called me many times throughout and each time his words slurred just a bit more.  At the 3rd quarter I talked to him and he was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116528407171987265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116528407171987265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-its-monday-go-bruins-go-bruins-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-116500612964858818</id><published>2006-12-01T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T12:48:52.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FridayI started this week at the nice healthy height of 5' 7".  Today I feel about 5'5" as there have been so many problems and issues everytime I pick up my phone I get hammered by a customer.  My brother is on vacation so I am handling some of his stuff too but his lack of communication is killing me.  He neglected to tell us that the new hardware and software were scheduled to arrive while he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116500612964858818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116500612964858818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/12/friday-i-started-this-week-at-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-116485104368880664</id><published>2006-11-29T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T17:44:04.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The EndThe end of Novemer is at hand, have you done your holiday shopping yet?  I actually stopped in at Kohl's this morning on my way in to work - they were open at 7 am - and it was heavenly.  Not a person in the store except me and the people working there.  As always I perused the women's clothing area first just to see if there was anything I may want or need....I ended up with so much I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116485104368880664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116485104368880664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/11/end-end-of-novemer-is-at-hand-have-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-116423685946321440</id><published>2006-11-22T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T15:07:39.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah, ThanksI find it difficult to be thankful when I want to kill someone.  Not any person in particular of course just a violent scream that runs its course through my veins and ends up distributing itself in a scream while driving.  It doesn't happen often gentle readers, but Damn this is the time it starts building up.Work is always crazy at this time, trucks are hard to find which makes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116423685946321440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116423685946321440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/11/yeah-thanks-i-find-it-difficult-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-116405416191176380</id><published>2006-11-20T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T12:22:42.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UpdatesThis was my Friday morning - Which was caused by this - I knew right when I hit the screw on Thursday night coming home from Los Angeles because Cherry (the name I gave my Explorer) reacted a bit funny when I was going on the overpass.  Thank god I didn't have a blow out!  I called AAA and they came and put my spare on, thankfully a full size tire so I could take the Ortega Highway into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116405416191176380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116405416191176380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/11/updates-this-was-my-friday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-116369188022564014</id><published>2006-11-16T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:44:40.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BroccoliI've been meaning to blog - really I have and I've started a few but they are still hanging in the draft folder.  Today I am heading up to LA to meet with a few customers and then hook up with a friend at the Citadel - a shopping mecca if you will.I had to take a minute to share this with you...first of all a small blurb-ish article I wrote made it into a world wide industry e-mail that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116369188022564014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116369188022564014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/11/broccoli-ive-been-meaning-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-116310031018736655</id><published>2006-11-09T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T11:25:10.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ThursdayI can't believe it's been a week since my last post.  I've been playing catchup at work and at home and have run myself a bit ragged.  No complaints though, life is good.Had a fabulous time in San Francisco last weekend even though the Bruins lost, which was expceted, we managed to have a great time.  Friday night C. his friend D, my brother, his girlfriend and our parents went out to a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116310031018736655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116310031018736655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/11/thursday-i-cant-believe-its-been-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-116249509555663674</id><published>2006-11-02T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T11:18:15.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Thursday My FridayI love that we fired Kim and have a new employee.  He is actually a relative of one of our long term employees and is really doing a great job.  He has freed up my time immensely and see, now I have time to blog.  I also do not feel guilty getting away for a few days and not working.I received the paperwork from the State for Kim's unemployment claim, which I was not going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116249509555663674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116249509555663674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/11/your-thursday-my-friday-i-love-that-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-116241672523080657</id><published>2006-11-01T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T16:23:26.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WednesdayI've had a strong urge to blow off my lunch time workout and check out the local TJ Max to see if I can find....anything.  Nothing really essential maybe some cute t-shirts, sweaters, some black boots, brown flats good for walking, pants, etc.  My horoscope comes to my cell phone every day at 11:00 am.  This one said:"Today isn't a good day for a shopping trip, no matter how essential </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116241672523080657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116241672523080657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/11/wednesday-ive-had-strong-urge-to-blow.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-116225516076978707</id><published>2006-10-30T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T16:39:20.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MondayToday I have managed to spend $1500 in a matter of minutes.  I can't help it and the internet and credit cards make it all just too easy.  It's all actually business expense so don't you go clucking your tongues at me.  I am co-chairing the annual ski trip conference that happens annually every January, which ensures that I will be attending this lovely event.  As luck would have it, we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116225516076978707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116225516076978707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/10/monday-today-i-have-managed-to-spend.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-116197143713968246</id><published>2006-10-27T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T10:50:37.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FridayI've been busy.  I've been sick.  I've been boring.  I've considered shutting down this blog.  I changed my mind because I need the outlet.  I've censored myself too much.  I'm not sure why.  Mark my words - things they will be a changing.  Hopefully I'll have to the time to follow through....more to come if I finish what needs to be done at work.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116197143713968246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116197143713968246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/10/friday-ive-been-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-116172672113444332</id><published>2006-10-24T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T14:52:01.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TuesdayToday is my second day home sick....I actually feel better today but poor C picked it up as well.  I had such a nice weekend with the girls - the only bad part was that Friday and Saturday were my two worse days - but give me some alchohol and I'll party away.  I'll post more later when my brain isn't fogged by meds.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116172672113444332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116172672113444332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/10/tuesday-today-is-my-second-day-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-116078274178262680</id><published>2006-10-13T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T16:39:01.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday the 13thI've been meaning to blog, really I have but have been too damned busy.  Not only am I covering for the employee we fired I am also working on one of my biggest bids for MGM.  Oh and I am also starting my own company - where I will be the President and I will own 51%.  It will be a minority owned company that deals with bids, which is what I do anyway and the proud parent company </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116078274178262680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/116078274178262680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/10/friday-13th-ive-been-meaning-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-115990744719796741</id><published>2006-10-03T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T13:30:47.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is good - I'm busier than ever - no complaints - my son is speaking to me in a decent voice - my husband gave me a beautiful bouquet of flowers last night and a bottle of wine - just because - and a fantastic romp in the sack!Someone just pointed out that tomorrow should be National Truckers Day - I was commenting on how many times I had to say 10-4 and laugehd about it - so that was his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115990744719796741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115990744719796741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-is-good-im-busier-than-ever-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-115947713213518889</id><published>2006-09-28T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T08:49:17.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ThursdayTo my soon to be sixteen year old son yesterday, "So, Jo what kind of cake do you want on Saturday?""What do you mean mom?" he replies."Well, I was planning on having a little party for you at the tailgate Saturady and wanted to have a cake or whatever you want, so....""Oh great a party with what 2 people?  Whatever." Fucking teenagers I tell you!Two friends had birthdays yesterday, two </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115947713213518889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115947713213518889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/09/thursday-to-my-soon-to-be-sixteen-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-115938680903756599</id><published>2006-09-27T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T12:53:33.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WednesdayI let everything sneak up on me and now I am in full To Do List mode!  I have a ton of shit to do for my son's 16th birthday and little time to get it done.  At least C is being calm and cool with the kids that will be spending the night....we'll have three teenagers Thursday night and two on Friday night -including my son Jo of course.  We'll also have his son Je since his mom will be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115938680903756599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115938680903756599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/09/wednesday-i-let-everything-sneak-up-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-115929302391001749</id><published>2006-09-26T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T10:50:24.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TuesdayStill swimming in that off-kilter feeling.  Last night was an excercize in patience for me and I'm still not convinced I won.  For some reason it took me an extra 20 minutes to get home last night, not a huge deal but it always throws things off.  I was frustrated because I had 2 men at home asking when dinner would be ready, laundry to start and some phone calls that needed to be made </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115929302391001749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115929302391001749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/09/tuesday-still-swimming-in-that-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-115922340928186587</id><published>2006-09-25T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T15:30:10.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MondayI just came in from a little catnap I took at lunch in my car.  I haven't done that in ages but I needed the break and the rest.  Work has been busy but nothing we can't handle.  I'm making sure the work continually gets done and it hasn't been all that difficult.Had a great weekend - Saturday was spent doing chores, dropping Jo off to play ball with some friends, heading to church and then</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115922340928186587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115922340928186587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/09/monday-i-just-came-in-from-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-115885883457206142</id><published>2006-09-21T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T10:13:55.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Had A DreamI was driving home on the twisty turney Ortega Highway and I suddenly noticed that I had really terrible stomach pains, or what I thought were pains.  I somehow found a doctor's office and walked in.  They checked me out and gave me the news that I was pregnant and that the baby was coming now.  I gave birth to a baby girl and she was whisked away from me.  I left the doctor's office</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115885883457206142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115885883457206142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-had-dream-i-was-driving-home-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-115859325694942578</id><published>2006-09-18T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T08:27:37.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MondayI just fired Kim.  I was nervous about it all weekend, anxious really and wanting it to be over.  She came in after being on unpaid suspension for 3 days which my brother and I mandated last Tuesday.  While she was gone we handled her desk and wondered how she ever managed to fill her day.  There were many days that she couldn't complete everything and that just didn't make sense.  I also </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115859325694942578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115859325694942578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/09/monday-i-just-fired-kim.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-115828531545746031</id><published>2006-09-14T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T09:04:07.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Am SpeechlessLoose Change911 TruthAmericans have become too complacent in their acceptance of our Governments' actions.  We have sat idly by and watched as our world has been altered and the lives of others have been destroyed.  It's gone too far and we need to do something....what that something is...that's where I feel the most helpless.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115828531545746031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115828531545746031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-speechless-loose-change-911-truth.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-115767133767353138</id><published>2006-09-07T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T16:22:18.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>9/7/06So much going on I don't know where to start.  Last weekend was wonderful but way too busy for my taste.  The UCLA game was a blast but it was hotter than hell and I started feeling like I was going to pass out from the heat at about the 3rd quarter.  In fact I started muttering something about having the next game on the sun because that would definitely be cooler.  The second the sun went</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115767133767353138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115767133767353138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/09/9706-so-much-going-on-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-115714048144099138</id><published>2006-09-01T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T15:08:28.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SeptemberI am so not in the mood to work today.  I managed to fanagle my way out of a meeting that is happening as I type.  Sometimes it pays off to be the last one into the meeting room, especially ours which is small, because if there aren't any seats then just maybe you won't be needed.  Nice.I've had a short work week, but I'm tired.  There are always issues and problems whenever there is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115714048144099138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115714048144099138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-i-am-so-not-in-mood-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-115698408121512785</id><published>2006-08-30T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T17:28:06.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>8/30/06I had the most fabulous 4 days!  Saturday we lounged around, packed ate laughed etc and got ready for the hour long drive to Encinitas, which is a lovely and slow paced beach community about 45 minutes North of San Diego.  We checked into our hotel and was able to get upgraded to a suite that had an ocean view.  The suite had 2 separate rooms the sitting room even had a little kitchen, not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115698408121512785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115698408121512785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/08/83006-i-had-most-fabulous-4-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-115652343041136653</id><published>2006-08-25T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T09:30:34.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday!I actually found myself really considering what panties to wear today.  I'm wearing a white skirt so the options were limited....lacy lite pink tanga panties or nude colored briefs.  I picked the tangas...you see I'm getting a massage today by a new guy named Mark and a woman's panties or lack thereof says a lot about her.  Wish me luck.I found out that my camera was stolen from my office </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115652343041136653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115652343041136653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/08/friday-i-actually-found-myself-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-115644123745448783</id><published>2006-08-24T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T15:56:13.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fucking BlissThis weekend C and I will be celebrating our 2 year anniversary.  Saturday we are heading to Sea World and then that afternoon we will be checking into a lovely little seaside hotel for 3 nights of....what the fuck ever.  We are arguing big time...it actually started on Tuesday night and I hate to say it but I saw it coming.  C has had a lot going on and when things get a little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115644123745448783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115644123745448783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/08/fucking-bliss-this-weekend-c-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-115593460302442590</id><published>2006-08-18T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T13:56:43.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bathroom Pet PeevesThings that irritate the shit out of me.Bathroom stalls that are made so close to the damn toilet that you actually have to straddle the toilet to open and close the door.People who piss all over the seat and then just leave like it's the thing to do.Those damned toilet seat covers.  What is the deal with them?  They never pull easily from the dispenser, nor do they tear in the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115593460302442590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115593460302442590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/08/bathroom-pet-peeves-things-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-115533750725146786</id><published>2006-08-11T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T16:05:07.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fri-Fucking-DayI'm so busy but I don't feel like working.  I can also blame Quickbooks as their server seems to be down and I can't get in to do what I need to.  So, instead of finding some other busy business type things to do, I'll blog.Had a really nice but quick lunch with the lovely Maeve yesterday.  Even though she's been having a rough time lately she still looked fabulous!  I can only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115533750725146786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115533750725146786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/08/fri-fucking-day-im-so-busy-but-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-115514826469216675</id><published>2006-08-09T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T11:31:05.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Fucking Love FoodI do.  I really do.  In fact if food were a drug I'd have been a repeat offender, behind bars and in and out of rehab.  Last night my poor husband C actually had to smack my hand because I absent mindedly grabbed the crust of pizza he let sit on his plate for 5 seconds.  Somewhere in my warped little mind I took that 5 second lapse as an "ok to go" cue and snatched his shit up.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115514826469216675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115514826469216675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-fucking-love-food-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-115453773538079828</id><published>2006-08-02T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T10:33:05.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UCLA and StuffYesterday was a good day.  Work flew by and although I had some unresolved issues I knew I could handle most of them on the phone as we drove to UCLA.  I picked Jo up at 2:00 from my parents house, drove to C's work and the hit the 405 North.  Traffic flowed very nicely until the usual spots up by Wilshire where it always slows down.  We still managed to get to the campus in plenty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115453773538079828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115453773538079828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/08/ucla-and-stuff-yesterday-was-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-115445400862121045</id><published>2006-08-01T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T10:40:08.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As Time PermitsI'm not sure what is happening in my Universe but it all seems to be spinning around like a...like a ....top on a slip and slide.Here's the breakdown - first of all my brother is recovering remarkably well his eye now looks just black and red the swelling is down considerably.  He also got his eye checked yesterday and while his pupil remains dilated his sight is exactly where it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115445400862121045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115445400862121045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/08/as-time-permits-im-not-sure-what-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-115393824291877563</id><published>2006-07-26T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T17:30:11.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Catch upHer Brilliance Astounds MeI'm referring to my husband's Ex - let's call her Ex.  Her father passed away a little less than a year ago and apparently he was loaded but not very nice.  Ex's stepmother (her real mother passed away when she was young) received a very nice chunk of money after he passed and somehow she convinced her step mother to help her buy a place to live.  So far it's an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115393824291877563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115393824291877563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/07/catch-up-her-brilliance-astounds-me-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-115333976051083523</id><published>2006-07-19T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T13:09:33.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>StuffWell the planetary alignment must be off - given all that has happened recently with my gyrls - and now I have some stuff to add.  Monday at my son's basketball game I managed to fall as I was walking up the bleachers.  Of course I was more embarrassed than anything but as the embarrassment waned I noticed the throbbing in both of my hands as they skidded on the rough black steps and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115333976051083523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115333976051083523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/07/stuff-well-planetary-alignment-must-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-115283030768706889</id><published>2006-07-13T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T15:38:27.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Easy Breezy VegasI was in another state for one full day - not the state of confusion, although I cannot prove that, no the state of Nevada.  I was up at the asscrack of dawn 3:45 am so I could be at the closest International Airport by 6 am to catch my 7 am flight to Las Vegas.  All went smooth, according to plan, the new Ontario Airport a beautiful and changed place from the airport I flew out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115283030768706889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115283030768706889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/07/easy-breezy-vegas-i-was-in-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-115219793554235250</id><published>2006-07-06T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T07:58:55.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ha!My ex husband called me when I was in Tahoe.  He had a question regarding the date of our divorce. He's getting married in a few weeks and needs that information for the paperwork.  I told him I could only guess since I didn't have the paperwork in front of me, then I paused and said - "Why don't you call my mom, she has it marked on the calendar as a holiday."  We both got a good laugh out of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115219793554235250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115219793554235250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/07/ha-my-ex-husband-called-me-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-115194579352473198</id><published>2006-07-03T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T09:56:33.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And We're HomeWhat a lovely time - and here's some pictures - because I am at work and am trying to catch up I'll post these - C's windowTahoe views - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115194579352473198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115194579352473198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-were-home-what-lovely-time-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-115147444235997103</id><published>2006-06-27T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T23:00:42.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vacation PostingI'm a little buzzed - having drank 1/2 a bottle of wine so for that reason and the fact that I am typing on my laptop keyboard please forgiev whatever typos I allow to slip by.  Th trip that was supposed to start out at 6:30 am on Satuday moring was delayed a bit - one because C and I wanted to have some fabulous sex before we left and well do we really need a second reason?  We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115147444235997103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115147444235997103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/06/vacation-posting-im-little-buzzed.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-115100273527350487</id><published>2006-06-22T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T11:58:55.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vacation CountdownGood news!  A friend of C's who lives not too far from us has offerred to come and look in on the animals!  He's coming over tonight to meet them all and get instructions, keys etc.  What a relief!C and I are clicking well on this vacation - he's taking care of some aspects and I take the reins on others.  We're communicating and I am being clear with my wants and needs.  The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115100273527350487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115100273527350487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/06/vacation-countdown-good-news-friend-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-115083708440573282</id><published>2006-06-20T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T13:58:04.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TuesdayMy trainer kicked my ass this morning - my legs feel like spaghetti!  I forgot what it felt like to really train hard and let me tell you it's like a drug!  I'm sure I'll be sore tomorrow...and maybe even signing a different tune, but today I love it!Thank you to everyone on the dog situation - I had looked into boarding but it really is way past our budget even for one dog.  I did search </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115083708440573282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115083708440573282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/06/tuesday-my-trainer-kicked-my-ass-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-115076148619949561</id><published>2006-06-19T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T16:58:06.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BusyStill too busy to ....whatever.  Trying to finish up this week at work and not leave any loose ends hanging when I leave for vacation next Saturday.  I'll take my laptop so I won't be completely out of touch - the things a business owner has to do!  Can't complain though as I'm lucky I even get to escape on vacation.One worry when we are gone - the animals.  The cats I'm not too worried about</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115076148619949561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115076148619949561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/06/busy-still-too-busy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-115023455145620870</id><published>2006-06-13T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T14:36:01.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OuchMy trainer kicked my ass today...big time.  I worked so hard my fingertips hurt but it feels damn good!  I had to break down and tell her all I ate when I went up to Sac but she's from New York so she knows when you go home you get the P's - pasta and pizza.  Good to know she isn't Nazi-ish about it.I am so swamped at work I can't see straight...losing all of my information on the server has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115023455145620870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115023455145620870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/06/ouch-my-trainer-kicked-my-ass-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-115013869392337840</id><published>2006-06-12T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T11:58:13.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Surprise You Fucker!Well...  that went swimmingly!  When we woke up early Thursday morning I could tell that C was a bit agitated not knowing where we were going.  After giving him his present and fucking his brains out I rolled over and said, "do you want me to tell you where we are going today?"  He sighed loudly and said yes please!  I told him to call his Momma and tell her we were on our way</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115013869392337840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/115013869392337840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/06/surprise-you-fucker-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-114955109676689659</id><published>2006-06-05T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T16:44:56.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Count DownSo to make a very long story short - C and I had a meltdown last week.  It was brought on by my negativity and his inability to commuincate, no wait, our inbility to communicate.  It was very hard, very long and drawn out and without going into detail I think we both learned a lot about each other.  Some of my old shit resurfaced and instead of pushing it away with weed or wine I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114955109676689659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114955109676689659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/06/count-down-so-to-make-very-long-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-114903407494570011</id><published>2006-05-30T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T17:07:54.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RecapToday has been difficult, but then I should have known that when even my car refused to leave the driveway this morning.  For some reason reverse was not working and I had to fiddle with it a bit to back out of the driveway.  I can't complain too much - the drive in was nice and I left after only being at work for 2 hours to have my first meeting with my new personal trainer.  She is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114903407494570011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114903407494570011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/05/recap-today-has-been-difficult-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-114868229384247485</id><published>2006-05-26T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T15:29:09.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FridayWow am I hung over and tired.  Last night was an absolute blast and so many different people showed up.  It was a great time filled with many hi-lights.  If I wasn't so tired I'd try to recap them here now....  One in particular was when my hubby hugged my mother to say goodbye.  His hugs for me involve a big wrap around hug and a grabbing of one or both of the ass cheeks.  He saves this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114868229384247485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114868229384247485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/05/friday-wow-am-i-hung-over-and-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-114859258880329074</id><published>2006-05-25T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T14:29:48.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One or the OtherI'm not in the mood to work today - at all.  I've also noticed my temper getting a bit ....short.  I'm not sure if it's PMS or if I'm still smarting a bit over what happened between C and I.  Don't get me wrong, things are fine with us but there is still that lingering bit of something there or something missing; whether it's on both of us or just me I'm not sure.  I certainly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114859258880329074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114859258880329074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-or-other-im-not-in-mood-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-114858205495312163</id><published>2006-05-25T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T11:34:14.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thursday - Slammed at work but looking forward to the Happy Hour party this afternoon!  I won a VIP Happy Hour party at one of my favorite joints by the beach.  I even managed to talk my dad and brother into closing the office early so everyone can go and enjoy themselves.  My silly husband forgot his work shirt at home today, he has to wear a collard shirt and somehow he managed to forget it on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114858205495312163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114858205495312163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/05/thursday-slammed-at-work-but-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-114840094438801579</id><published>2006-05-23T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T09:15:44.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take That You Fiend!Blogging about the issue C and I had yesterday really helped me to put together my thoughts for my reponse.  The comments were great too so thank you to everyone and to my credit I was already in that mind set and had my plan of attack ready.  It is almost like going into battle when you need to discuss things with an irrantional, stubborn Gemini, but as I said, I was ready.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114840094438801579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114840094438801579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/05/take-that-you-fiend-blogging-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-114833578015466355</id><published>2006-05-22T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T15:11:38.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Athena Made Me Do ItBenevolent Creator</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114833578015466355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114833578015466355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/05/athena-made-me-do-it-benevolent.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-114831709089212915</id><published>2006-05-22T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T11:26:20.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shitty Sunday - or How My Husband Can Ruin A Perfectly Planned Day"Somewhere along the way I think I gave you the power to makeMe feel the way I thought only my father could"Alanis MorissetteI was looking forward to Sunday morning.  Je was at his mom's for the rest of the weekend, my son Jo was signed up to work all day at the school and C and I had planned on going wine tasting.  Of course that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114831709089212915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114831709089212915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/05/shitty-sunday-or-how-my-husband-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-114787842661216294</id><published>2006-05-17T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T08:07:06.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The TattooWow!  I was blown away when I saw it.  He had described the 110% he wanted but I couldn't quite get a grasp of the whole concept.  He also told me there were some personal aspects he added that would make it very special.  He has the number 110% and added the rose that he gets me each month on our anniversary.  He also added our anniversary in smaller numbers to the left.  In the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114787842661216294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114787842661216294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/05/tattoo-wow-i-was-blown-away-when-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-114780548108832230</id><published>2006-05-16T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T11:51:21.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Green FairySo, I did something a bit strange today - not that I am usually normal - in fact this probably won't be surprising or shocking to anyone that knows me but I placed an order for some Absinthe today.  I've been wanting to try it forever and C said that he would be interested as well so damnit I went for it.  I found an excellent website that gave me so much information and put my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114780548108832230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114780548108832230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/05/green-fairy-so-i-did-something-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-114773755316045189</id><published>2006-05-15T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T16:59:14.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mama's DayFriday started off with a crash of bad news.  C called me at work to say he got a call from his ex and her shop was on fire.  he left work immediately to pick up his son Je and see what was what.  Not 5 minutes later my cell rang and it was Dave with some sad news that my friend Laura's uncle passed away.  That was the third death in 4 months and the night before, when I was at her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114773755316045189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114773755316045189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/05/mamas-day-friday-started-off-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-114730303281400392</id><published>2006-05-10T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T16:17:12.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WednesdayI have so much to do but no desire to do it.  I keep saying I am going to stay late and just get everything done on my desk, but the more I think about it the more I realize nothing will ever really be totally done on my desk.  It's just a reality I need to come to terms with.  I'm also getting itchy for a vacation...which thankfully comes next month.The month of June will be filled with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114730303281400392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114730303281400392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/05/wednesday-i-have-so-much-to-do-but-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-114719221106587642</id><published>2006-05-09T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T09:51:52.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TuesdayI knew I was heading into LA today for some appointments so before I left I started perusing the CD collection.  I was in a Flashback 80's mood and I started searching through my old Echo and the Bunnyman, Psychadelic Furs, Siouxie and the Banshees, New Order CD's.  I grabbed a few, placed them on the table while I grabbed my banana for breakfast and then promptly left them sitting on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114719221106587642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114719221106587642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/05/tuesday-i-knew-i-was-heading-into-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-114711767306262254</id><published>2006-05-08T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T12:47:53.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekend RecapIt was a good one.  Friday night my ex picked Jo up from the house and C picked Je up on his way home.  We had a nice quiet night and passed out early, tired from the long day.  Saturday morning, after a heavenly session in the sack we woke up and made a huge breakfast.  As we ate we talked about the plans for the weekend and then spent the day watching televison and doing easy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114711767306262254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114711767306262254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/05/weekend-recap-it-was-good-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-114686727686203617</id><published>2006-05-05T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T15:14:36.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FuneralToday I attended a funeral service, or a releasing of the ashes at sea for a close friend of C's who's mother passed away.  It was one of the most beautiful funerals I have ever been to.  The family is very close and that all came through during the service.  As the boat exited the harbor we all watched as dolphons and sea lions peeked out through the waves.  C laughed and told me I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114686727686203617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114686727686203617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/05/funeral-today-i-attended-funeral.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-114677386003824029</id><published>2006-05-04T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T13:17:40.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>StuffToday I am feeling blah.  It's a combination of the grey weather outside and the crampiness I'm battling.  Both instances make it difficult to be not only cheery as usualy but around people in general, even the ones I love.  It's nothing that they do, or I take that back, it's more along the lines of everyone kind of rubs me the wrong way so the more distance between myself and others the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114677386003824029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114677386003824029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/05/stuff-today-i-am-feeling-blah.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-114659460028552917</id><published>2006-05-02T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T11:30:00.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How I Got the Big Kahuna's Autograph orI Don't Remember Much After Church on SundaySunday started off spiritually enough.  The hubby and I made the trek inland to attend and serve at Sunday's last service at 11:30 am.  We were hurried in the am so we didn't have much to eat before leaving.  The sun started to peek though the clouds at about noon so we decided to take advantage and head over to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114659460028552917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114659460028552917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-i-got-big-kahunas-autograph-or-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-114609206250108026</id><published>2006-04-26T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T15:54:22.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time OutYesterday I had enough.  On my way home I chit chatted with C about the situation with my son Jo and just felt like venting.  My wonderful husband was in fix it mode but I didn't need to hear that.  There is no fixing.  Jim is an asshole who will never change.  Jo will always crave his father's attention and in some way admire him for being so non-conformnist (for lack of a pissier word).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114609206250108026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114609206250108026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/04/time-out-yesterday-i-had-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-114599303903509309</id><published>2006-04-25T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T15:51:42.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Easter Mystery SolvedI got a call on Sunday from Amber, my ex-husband Jim's current girlfriend.  I was at Lego Land with the fam damily so she left a voicemail saying that she needed to talk to me about a few things and asked me to call her back.  She also mentioned that Jim did not know she was calling.  That didn't strike me as strange since Jim's girlfriends always seem to call me when he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114599303903509309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114599303903509309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-mystery-solved-i-got-call-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-114565419835908475</id><published>2006-04-21T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T14:16:38.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mini Testosterone or From the Mouth of BabesLast night my six year old step son, Je was on the phone talking to his mother who is enjoying a vacation in Hawaii.  After he hung up he sat down next to me on the couch.  "How's your mom doing?" I asked."Hay Lili, you know what?"  his typical manner of speech is to totally avoid any topics or questions you ask and to start every other sentence with "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114565419835908475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114565419835908475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/04/mini-testosterone-or-from-mouth-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-114556914245178964</id><published>2006-04-20T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T14:39:02.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ThursdayToo much testosterone for sure!  Easter and the following day were pretty damned stressful.  C was being a dick, pardon the slam, when he called me on the way home but he managed to pull his head out of his ass and turned into pure sweetness by the time I got home.  It's his way of apologizing.  I have not talked to my ex-husband Jim yet and as it stands right now I'm not planning on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114556914245178964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114556914245178964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/04/thursday-too-much-testosterone-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-114532047030285008</id><published>2006-04-17T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T17:34:30.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Easter StoryI could be driving home right now but things there are still a bit strained.  Sadly I prefer the solitude of my office over the stressful tension of my normally stress free home.  The weekend started out nicely, got off early Friday relaxed at home then Saturday went to church with Mom and Dad and then enjoyed a late dinner.  My son Jo was planning on spending Easter morning with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114532047030285008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114532047030285008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-story-i-could-be-driving-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-114436686905875155</id><published>2006-04-06T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T16:46:58.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Little Blue Box or Yes I Am Bragging!Last night my husband pulled a fast one and surprised the hell out of me.  I came home from work and chatted with him in the kitchen about what we'd do for dinner.  Pleased that I had talked him into going out for sushi I wandered to the bedroom to get into some comfy clothes.  Not too long after he followed me in and stood there just smiling and watching me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114436686905875155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114436686905875155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/04/little-blue-box-or-yes-i-am-bragging.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-114425369693386884</id><published>2006-04-05T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T09:14:56.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CrashI saw the movie last night, wow was it powerful.  Almost every scene hurt my heart and I was tearing up, aka crying, the entire time.  I can see how it won an Oscar.  Has anyone else seen it?  What were your thoughts?I am happy that I saw it but I don't think I could watch it again, because it was so heart wrenching and even worse dead on.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114425369693386884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114425369693386884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/04/crash-i-saw-movie-last-night-wow-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-114367912281630635</id><published>2006-03-29T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T16:40:56.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What A NightYesterday I took off from work early to meet my friend Laura at the Mall, we were there to pick out her wedding dress.  She is getting married in Laguna in August, much like C and I did over a year and a half ago.  After trying on a series of dresses we finally found the one at Saks.  It's a gorgeous satin gown with beautiful gold beads and pearls sewn into the lace details (I'm not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114367912281630635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114367912281630635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-night-yesterday-i-took-off-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-114358549620019461</id><published>2006-03-28T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T14:38:16.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He's Done His Mama ProudI'm so proud of my son Jo that I get to take up my time and yours to brag about him.  Last month he has his basketball banquet where he received certificates for both Atheletics and Academics...I was so proud when they called his name I stood up and cheered like...well, like a proud mama.Last night he came home and told me that his teachers recommened him for Advanced </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114358549620019461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114358549620019461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/03/hes-done-his-mama-proud-im-so-proud-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953148.post-114349461619854036</id><published>2006-03-27T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T13:23:36.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MundaysGot a severe case of the Mundays today - don't feel like working, am tired, and everything just kind of bores me.  I didn't sleep well last night and I'm not sure why, but I sure as shit am feeling the pain...the grey day outside my window isn't helping.  I am planning on making a trek to the gym in about 20 minutes to see if that doesn't help jolt me back to some kind of conscious reality</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114349461619854036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953148/posts/default/114349461619854036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofaoa.blogspot.com/2006/03/mundays-got-severe-case-of-mundays.html' title=''/><author><name>Lili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c82cSGsD67s/SNleOiDIzrI/AAAAAAAAACI/wi5NV7K_ZUg/S220/Becky.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
