<?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-22991617</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:24:57.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Building Blocks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-7962765132077866775</id><published>2007-11-23T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T21:21:00.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People lie...deal with it</title><content type='html'>So many people you trust, just lie to you...unfortunatley, they can't come clean whenever it is pertinent.  They just don't care and then you find out what a fucking idiot you are....wonder what else they have withheld from you...just forgot; right?????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuckever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...to bad the trust is lost. Very unfortunate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-7962765132077866775?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7962765132077866775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=7962765132077866775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/7962765132077866775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/7962765132077866775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2007/11/people-liedeal-with-it.html' title='People lie...deal with it'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-116439249973538764</id><published>2006-11-24T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T10:21:41.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day after</title><content type='html'>The feast is over and just a ton of dishes to clean. Chris started cleaning. I guess I will finish the rest. Just talking to my Dad on IM. Chris is watching some movie upstairs waiting to see if he needs to help his soldier move. His soldiers are interesting but I guess that can be another topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very happy for my dad. He has started seeing a girl named Lisa. I have yet to meet her. He's happy, so I am too. I guess they have toothbrushes at each others houses. Interesting...he asked me what it meant. Too funny, my dad asking me for advice. I still don't know how my brother feels, but you can never get a hold of him.  By the way, my brother had another boy.  Proud father once again.  Apparently, his temper is getting the best of him. He needs some anger management course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everything is well with everyone. Things are good here. Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-116439249973538764?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/116439249973538764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=116439249973538764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/116439249973538764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/116439249973538764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-after.html' title='Day after'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-116423961560606231</id><published>2006-11-22T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T16:00:12.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving to all!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you have already heard in BOLD text from Chris...we have decided not to have the wedding. Why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Way to much money...~ 20,000...no matter how you look at it&lt;br /&gt;2. Rather have a fabulous time in Europe for a Honeymoon trip&lt;br /&gt;3. Finish school&lt;br /&gt;4. Not live paycheck to paycheck&lt;br /&gt;5. Rather spend money when I would like to spend it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are well. Started making the pies for Thanksgiving...we'll see how they turn out. Had to make a cherry/raspberry pie, ran out of cherries. Making Pecan for the first time. I think Chris has a problem with me making the turkey. He can cut it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else is going on. We have new family members...Foxy and Midnight. Hope Marge and Homer are doing well:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I thankful for this year....just life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-116423961560606231?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/116423961560606231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=116423961560606231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/116423961560606231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/116423961560606231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-115999991872102145</id><published>2006-10-04T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T15:14:07.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting shit, again</title><content type='html'>Yes...I have failed to keep my readers entertained!!! I don't really believe I have any out there except my sexy husband and my wonderful friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT"S UP????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way Chris and I are fine...just a minor hiccup...no worries. PARTY this weekend!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited!! My husband finally finishes up his class and I am out of here. I, of course will miss you all...but I must go. It's been real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I talk about??? My lazy ass is starting to get fat...not really, holding strong on those 10lbs I lost a couple of months ago. I have started running and boy are my legs sore. Actually, it was more like sprinting for 30 minutes...great for getting out your aggression, too bad I have been tight for the last couple of mornings. I must again run tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris is getting into shape...so I must follow suit. Especially since I'm trying for a slammin' body for the wedding!!! And we all know I am no spring chicken so I must think about my well being for the future...can you say kids...wait am I suppose to be talking about that;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can my fingers babble about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am completely and utterly IN LOVE with my husband...just wanted to throw that out there. And yes....he was a butthead!!! I still love him...not quite sure if I forgive him, maybe a swift kick in the ass might help...just kidding. I love him, no matter what. If there is a next time, you all may not see him for a while cause I'm going to lock him in a shed somewhere with a loaf of bread and some water...let him think for awhile. He does enough thinking on his own, no need for that...plus it will NEVER happen again:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Chris!!! I'm soooooooooooo excited!!!! Noone can wipe the smile of my face...Only a few more days. I cannot wait to be alone with him. Randy...sorry!!! Me first :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope this is enough to hold you all over until i arrive in TX with my hubby!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-115999991872102145?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/115999991872102145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=115999991872102145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/115999991872102145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/115999991872102145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/10/posting-shit-again.html' title='Posting shit, again'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-115611991354853992</id><published>2006-08-20T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T17:25:13.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>Ever get the feeling something bad is going to happen? Or your talking to someone and your heart sinks into your stomach. Great feeling, right? Oh well...just have to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, This place&lt;br /&gt;Misused, Mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Too long, Too late&lt;br /&gt;Who was I to make you wait&lt;br /&gt;Just one chance&lt;br /&gt;Just one breath&lt;br /&gt;Just in case there’s just one left&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know,&lt;br /&gt;you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;I keep dreaming you’ll be with me and you’ll never go&lt;br /&gt;Stop breathing if I don’t see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my knees, I’ll ask&lt;br /&gt;Last chance for one last dance&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause with you, I’d withstand&lt;br /&gt;All of hell to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I’d give it all&lt;br /&gt;I’d give for us&lt;br /&gt;Give anything but I won’t give up&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you know,&lt;br /&gt;you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;I keep dreaming you’ll be with me and you’ll never go&lt;br /&gt;Stop breathing if I don’t see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;But you know,&lt;br /&gt;you know, you know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to stay&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I needed&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;And I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;For being away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;So keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m not leaving&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickelback:.Far Away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-115611991354853992?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/115611991354853992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=115611991354853992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/115611991354853992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/115611991354853992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/08/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-115178804271718567</id><published>2006-07-01T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T15:22:20.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Augh.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt stressed to the max lately...nothing I can really do about it except let it slide off my shoulders. I guess if I was actually taking care off myself the stress would not be that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...I started that before I went to the field!!!!  I'm not that stressed, anymore, I guess. Whatever stress is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris is probably more stressed then he has ever been before. Only two months and maybe a week to go!!!!  Don't know what I'm talking about...I'm moving to TEXAS in two months!!!!  I am soooooooooooooooo excited. And I have already talked to my next command...what a breath of fresh air!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know. I haven't posted anything in forever.  Okay...so lets talk the exercise. The best thing that happened, (well, it is my last one!!) but I lost 10, that is right...10 lbs! Wholly shit!!!  So now that the first 10 are gone the rest should be easy...ha! As I sit here drinking a beer...last one for awhile at least this week. Not much else to talk about...no alcohol, just pepsi!!  Anyway, it was a good time for a field exercise and tiring. I was the "Bitch of the Bush". I have a crown and sash to prove it...but I think the crown was lost in pack up. Things went very smoothly except for the very end when we could not find a SINGAR. Of course, it was left at the range, just sitting there all by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everyone knows...we are buying a house. Chris has been great. He has done everything. What more could a woman ask for. I wish I was there to help. He has even done most of the wedding reservations. I think the only thing Chris has to do now is......real me in from spending too much money. I think he is a little stressed about money but I guess I have been so over my head in debt that our bills do not affect me that much. We have bills that we can handle. We are not in debt... let me tell you about debt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17,000 car loan&lt;br /&gt;2,000 to 5,000 in personal loans (at any given time)&lt;br /&gt;~ 20,000 in credit card debt....many, many cards...some in bad status&lt;br /&gt;repossesed car payment...at one time&lt;br /&gt;add rent, car insurance, and any other misc items.... and only on E4 to E5 pay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had very, very, VERY bad credit. Don't ask me...I survived on paycheck to paycheck...barely&lt;br /&gt;Let's put it this way...I had to have a roomate or I would have went into bankruptcy. And I am very sure other people have had it worse then me. I have to say, after my second deployment, that was the last time I needed a second job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...that was then. I think since so much is going on at once...things seem bleak on the money side.&lt;br /&gt;Not to worry....anyway...you only live once!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....I hope everyone had a good Fourth!!!  Chris had a Birthday!!!!!  I could only arrange a card, but he got it on his B-day!!!!  Also, we have been together for over a year!!!!  SWEET! I won't bore everyone, but I LOVE CHRIS!!!!!! I cannot wait to move into our new house together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...just boring ratting for you all. I'll be at work tomorrow....yippee!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-115178804271718567?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/115178804271718567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=115178804271718567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/115178804271718567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/115178804271718567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/07/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-115136710041668581</id><published>2006-06-26T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T17:11:40.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The difference between FAKE ASS friends and REAL friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Never ask for food.&lt;br /&gt;REAL FRIENDS: are the reason you have no food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr/Mrs&lt;br /&gt;REAL FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;FAKE ASS FRIENDS: bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;REAL FRIENDS: Would sit next to you sayin "Damn ... we screwed up ... but that shit was fun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;FAKE ASS FRIENDS: never seen you cry.&lt;br /&gt;REAL FRIENDS: cry with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.&lt;br /&gt;REAL FRIENDS: keep your shit so long they forget its yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;FAKE ASS FRIENDS: know a few things about you.&lt;br /&gt;REAL FRIENDS: Could write a book about you with direct quotes from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.&lt;br /&gt;REAL FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door.&lt;br /&gt;REAL FRIENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Are for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;REAL FRIENDS: Are for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you've had enough.&lt;br /&gt;REAL FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say "B$#&amp;h drink the rest of that you know we don't waste."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;FAKE ASS FRIENDS: will talk shit to the person who talks shit about you.&lt;br /&gt;REAL FRIENDS: Will knock them the f#$k out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-115136710041668581?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/115136710041668581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=115136710041668581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/115136710041668581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/115136710041668581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/06/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-114833024121236274</id><published>2006-05-22T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T13:37:23.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The BIG day</title><content type='html'>Only two days and a wake up!!!!!!  WoW!  I never thought in a million years that this day would happen.  I was pretty content with the fact that I would never find someone and I would be that spinster old lady with five cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I look forward to what tomorrow might bring. I'll be finishing my BA sooner than later, hopefully. Plan for the church wedding and I cannot wait to start trying on dresses. This next year is going to be exciting.  I cannot wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually that boring person who always and I mean always stays in.  Just plain lazy.  Anyway...I found the one to make my days brighter just knowing he is thinking about me.  Crazy to think, I was destined to be alone.  Ha!!  Jokes on me I guess. You never know what happens when you just let go. I pretty much gave up and then Chris came into my life. Pretty awesome!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had one messed up relationship after another. Is it so hard to ask for honesty? Chris is the crazy white boy and I love him for that. I love the fact that he is mature but still knows how to be fun and crazy!!!  Yes, naive at times...but who isn't. He loves a challenge and do not interrupt XBOX, especially HALO 2...soon to be HALO 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I do wish...I wish my Mother was still here to see it all. I understand the whole..."she's looking down on you" but it is not the same. I'm very happy Chris was able to meet her before she passed on. She is always in my heart but I wish I could call her up and talk to her about what is going on...ask for advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't know, Dad is coming down. Party is on!!!!! Chris's Dad is probably happy to finally meet my Dad.  I wonder how that will turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should start blogging more...but for those that know us, go to "the knot" and check out the site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-114833024121236274?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/114833024121236274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=114833024121236274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114833024121236274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114833024121236274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/05/big-day.html' title='The BIG day'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-114660573682436773</id><published>2006-05-02T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T14:40:49.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bananas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bananas Containing three natural sugars - sucrose, fructose and glucose combined with fiber, a banana gives an instant, sustained and substantial boost of energy. Research has proven that just two bananas provide enough energy for a strenuous 90-minute workout. No wonder the banana is the number one fruit with the world's leading athletes. But energy isn't the only way a banana can help us keep fit. It can also help overcome or prevent a substantial number of illnesses and conditions, making it a must to add to our daily diet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Depression:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;According to a recent survey undertaken by MIND amongst people suffering from depression, many felt much better after eating a banana. This is because bananas contain tryptophan, a type of protein that the body converts into serotonin, known to make you relax, improve your mood and generally make you feel happier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PMS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Forget the pills -- eat a banana. The vitamin B6 it contains regulates blood glucose levels, which can affect your mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anemia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;High in iron, bananas can stimulate the production of hemoglobin in the blood and so helps in cases of anemia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Blood Pressure:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This unique tropical fruit is extremely high in potassium yet low in salt, making it the perfect way to beat blood pressure. So much so, the US Food and Drug Administration has just allowed the banana industry to make official claims for the fruit's ability to reduce the risk of blood pressure and stroke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Brain Power:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;200 students at a Twickenham school were helped through their exams this year by eating bananas at breakfast, break, and lunch in a bid to boost their brain power. Research has shown that the potassium-packed fruit can assist learning by making pupils more alert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Constipation:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;High in fiber, including bananas in the diet can help restore normal bowel action, helping to overcome the problem without resorting to laxatives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hangovers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One of the quickest ways of curing a hangover is to make a banana milkshake, sweetened with honey. The banana calms the stomach and, with the help of the honey, builds up depleted blood sugar levels, while the milk soothes and re-hydrates your system. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Heartburn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bananas have a natural antacid effect in the body, so if you suffer from heartburn, try eating a banana for soothing relief. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Morning Sickness:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Snacking on bananas between meals helps to keep blood sugar levels up and avoid morning sickness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mosquito bites:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before reaching for the insect bite cream, try rubbing the affected area with the inside of a banana skin. Many people find it amazingly successful at reducing swelling and irritation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nerves:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bananas are high in B vitamins that help calm the nervous system. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Overweight and at work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Studies at the Institute of Psychology in Austria found pressure at work leads to gorging on comfort food like chocolate and chips. Looking at 5,000 hospital patients, researchers found the most obese were more likely to be in high-pressure jobs. The report concluded that, to avoid panic-induced food cravings, we need to control our blood sugar levels by snacking on high carbohydrate foods every two hours to keep levels steady. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ulcers:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The banana is used as the dietary food against intestinal disorders because of its soft texture and smoothness. It is the only raw fruit that can be eaten without distress in over-chronicler cases. It also neutralizes over-acidity and reduces irritation by coating the lining of the stomach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Temperature control:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Many other cultures see bananas as a "cooling" fruit that can lower both the physical and emotional temperature of expectant mothers. In Thailand, for example, pregnant women eat bananas to ensure their baby is born with a cool temperature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bananas can help SAD sufferers because they contain the natural mood enhancer tryptophan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Smoking:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bananas can also help people trying to give up smoking. The B6, B12 they contain, as well as the potassium and magnesium found in them, help the body recover from the effects of nicotine withdrawal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Stress:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Potassium is a vital mineral, which helps normalize the heartbeat, sends oxygen to the brain and regulates your body's water balance. When we are stressed, our metabolic rate rises, thereby reducing our potassium levels. These can be rebalanced with the help of a high-potassium banana snack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Strokes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;According to research in "The New England Journal of Medicine," eating bananas as part of a regular diet can cut the risk of death by strokes by as much as 40%! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So, a banana really is a natural remedy for many ills. When you compare it to an apple, it has four times the protein, twice the carbohydrates, three times the phosphorus, five times the vitamin A and iron, and twice the other vitamins and minerals. It is also rich in potassium and is one of the best value foods around. So maybe its time to change that well-known phrase so that we say, "A banana a day keeps the doctor way!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-114660573682436773?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/114660573682436773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=114660573682436773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114660573682436773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114660573682436773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/05/bananas.html' title='Bananas'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-114514874867542410</id><published>2006-04-15T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T17:52:28.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the States</title><content type='html'>I'm back...safe and in one piece. Just in time too. Well, I've been back a week and a day, but who is counting. I'm looking at Chris on the couch right now. He is sick. He is also waving his foot at me. Easter is tomorrow so I'll say it now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I finally have a weekend off. No school!!!  I've been packing all day tho and have to still finish my paper which is due on Monday...yea! Well, I must continue to separte my stuff out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way...keep July 28th 2007..open!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-114514874867542410?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/114514874867542410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=114514874867542410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114514874867542410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114514874867542410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-in-states.html' title='Back in the States'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-114384071764686165</id><published>2006-03-31T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T13:31:57.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of teaching</title><content type='html'>FINALLY….the last day. No, I’m still here until next Thursday, which is good cause now I can see the place a little before we leave. It was the last class for teaching. This class took everything out of Mary and I. HB, we are going out! I need a vacation from the vacation. We are going to plan a night out with the girls. After being here and having to deal with another country’s culture, I need a DRINK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Back to the class…I have no clue if this is a break down in culture or what, but I can’t stand it in the US either. When you tell someone or a group of people to do something, it should get done. DO NOT ignore me, you will feel the wrath. Now try doing all that with translators who take it upon themselves what to translate. Now, I know DAMN well, they translate what the men say without any misunderstandings. Today was my breaking point. I have no tolerance for the indifference. All week Mary and I have told them different things and either they don’t translate it fully or not at all. Then have the gull to ask if I checked with Randy. Mother Fuckers!!!!!!!!  The whole Sailor was coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE GREAT NEWS…..I’m going to be an Aunt again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Yeah!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is probably what my Dad wanted to talk to me about. Chris, I really need to set up his Internet. This is crazy, not being able to get a hold of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh yea, I forgot, the Internet is down…again. Sorry all. I hate not being able to communicate with Chris. I gathered info that it is almost eight bucks to call out of Chad…a minute!!!!  WoW!!! Nothing that I could afford. I need a satellite phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;We have assumed our spots in the cyber café area, but no Internet. So, I’m writing out my thoughts. I’m also eating lunch. Let me tell you…I feel so good. I’m finally unconstipated!!!!! Four days without a shit…you tell me how you would feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I am serious when I say, I am glad this week is over. Not just because it was stressful, but in one more week, I will be able to talk and actually see Chris!!! I cannot wait to live in TX. It will be soooooo GREAT!!!!  The houses are more affordable in TX. A whole year without my sweetie…talk about depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m here feeding my fat ass….but Chris says I’m PHAT!!!!  Looking at some of the unphotogenic photos of myself, I beg to differ….But I know I’m gorgeous and beautiful, I just don’t feel it all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We were asked to go to the Marine house again tonight.  I hate to be anti-social…but that is what I feel like. And I know from experience that a couple of hours end up being an all nighter. Plus, I need to work on my paper.  I need to have it somewhat complete before I get home. So much to do when I get back. School, move and a wedding to plan for.  That part will be the fun part…the wedding!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, sweetie....Don't worry I miss HB and RC too.  Maybe HB more:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-114384071764686165?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/114384071764686165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=114384071764686165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114384071764686165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114384071764686165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-day-of-teaching.html' title='Last day of teaching'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-114384049686778385</id><published>2006-03-31T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T13:28:16.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>28 March</title><content type='html'>Mary and I did a little work out yesterday. I had a headache all afternoon. I tried to sleep and that just made it worse.  Today I feel better. The class is going okay. It is stressful trying to teach the instructors and the students.  It is just too difficult; I will never do it that way again. One of my pet peeves is lateness and not being well organized. Let’s just teach the adjunct instructors on a whim. First they need an advanced course. They need A &amp; P. Throwing them into the instructor world with only basic knowledge, is not my cup of tea. I don’t think this week is going as well as last week. We have a very smart kid who is asking questions that Mary and I can answer off the top of our heads. The adjunct instructors are doing their best.&lt;br /&gt;                                                      &lt;br /&gt;I need to finish my paper before I head back to the States. The power just went out again. It is lunch and prayer time right now. These guys pray five times a day.  All I want to do is sleep when I get back to the hotel. I’m still not sleeping well at night.  I do not think my sleep schedule will adjust.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing to blog about. I guess I could blog about my irritation. Good example, today...I’m drinking out of a water bottle, mind you it is right next to my bag, and someone throws it out. HELLO!!!  I could understand if it was all by itself, but it was half full not empty. The little things are starting to irritate me. I guess we are going out to dinner tonight. I could care less if I ever left the hotel; that is how lazy I am. I’m tired of hearing war stories. And I’m tired of having sausage fingers. My fingers have been swollen since I arrived and my urine will never be clear no matter how much water I drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Chris and I just want to hear his voice!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-114384049686778385?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/114384049686778385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=114384049686778385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114384049686778385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114384049686778385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/03/28-march.html' title='28 March'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-114349077913672584</id><published>2006-03-27T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T12:19:39.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EIGHT MONTHS</title><content type='html'>HAPPY 8 MONTHS!!!!!  That is right bitches…we have been together for eight months. Great times and many more to come!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s class was very hectic! We only had four students for the first two hours and then two more showed up. We told eight potential instructors to come back…they all came back. Two had to leave so we were left with six. What is so annoying is, I do not think it was thought out prior to coming here about what to do about training the trainer.  AUGH!!! Mary and I are working it out though. We have a good plan of action. Thank God for Mary. I was annoyed this morning and I think by the end of the day, she had had it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is frustrating is that everyone is talking and then we are trying to listen to the translation, but we get ignored sometimes because the translators try to finish what they are saying. Our colors were starting to show today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary is the best PR person. She can really talk to people. Not me. I try to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class went well…but we’ll see tomorrow. I think the student instructors are excited. It is hard to teach both students and potential instructors at the same time. We are going to manage though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU, Hot Stuff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-114349077913672584?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/114349077913672584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=114349077913672584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114349077913672584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114349077913672584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/03/eight-months.html' title='EIGHT MONTHS'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-114320283169698738</id><published>2006-03-24T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T15:26:15.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One week down</title><content type='html'>Graduation was cool. We had the Embassador show up. Mary and I did a great job teaching. The compliments have not stopped. It feels good to know that we are making a difference. Many from this class were asked to come back. They will make excellent trainers. We want them to have advanced training and the knowledge of why we do the things we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of pics during their training...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/1600/IMG_0923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/320/IMG_0923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/1600/DSC_0259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/320/DSC_0259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/1600/IMG_0366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/320/IMG_0366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/1600/DSC_0234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/320/DSC_0234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm trying to download some more but its just not happenin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The first week was a success. Our students impressed everyone. We have another week to go of classes and then it is PR time...Hopefully this next class is just as exciting. It has been a long week though. I'm still not sleeping well. I think it is because we put out so much energy during our class that we are exhausted by the time we get back to the hotel. Hope everyone is well at home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love you, Chris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-114320283169698738?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/114320283169698738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=114320283169698738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114320283169698738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114320283169698738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-week-down.html' title='One week down'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-114319954638479012</id><published>2006-03-24T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T03:25:46.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rampaging Hippos???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/1600/IMG_0837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/320/IMG_0837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my rampaging hippo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/1600/hippo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/320/hippo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very close shot...to bad I didn't take it. I got this from the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/1600/IMG_0840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/320/IMG_0840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boat made out of a tree...these people adapt to their surrondings. It is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry guys the hippos didn't really rampage. Actually, Kadre (owner of the translator service)told us something had happened but even though it was over he wanted at least Mary and I to go to the Embassey, but Randy told us to go to the hotel. The hotel is always the 1st safe have. Cause, I guess when something happens it is usually outside the Presidents place but the embassey is right down the road, so that is why we have to go to the hotel first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This place is like any other, it just doesn't have the advance technology or knowledge that we do. We had to start somewhere. But this place is amazing!!!  Just seeing how they adapt instead of feeling sorry for themselves...like Americans do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love you...Chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-114319954638479012?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/114319954638479012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=114319954638479012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114319954638479012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114319954638479012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/03/rampaging-hippos.html' title='Rampaging Hippos???'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-114314799257222315</id><published>2006-03-23T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T13:06:32.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/1600/Tchad%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/320/Tchad%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the pool from my balcony at night...I'm on the sixth floor. Pretty cool, ah? Doesn't it look like something out of a Sci-Fi movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/1600/Tchad%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/320/Tchad%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/1600/Tchad%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/1600/Tchad%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An outlook from the balcony during the day, but I guess you already knew that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/1600/Tchad%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/320/Tchad%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhhh. I Think I'm teaching about the lungs and sucking chest wound. Don't ya just dig the drawing in the back. We have some great action shots, but I have to get them from Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/1600/Tchad%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/1600/Tchad%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/320/Tchad%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Mr. Organ looking cool and one of our mannequins. The students do a great job!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-114314799257222315?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/114314799257222315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=114314799257222315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114314799257222315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114314799257222315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/03/more-pics.html' title='More Pics'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-114314097550393517</id><published>2006-03-23T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T11:09:36.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/1600/Tchad%20005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/320/Tchad%20005.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Mary...hard at work                  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/1600/Tchad%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/320/Tchad%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are at the business center. Notice...we had to bring our own laptops ;) Remind me to do some sit-ups, I'm lookin kinda thick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/1600/Tchad%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3830/2348/320/Tchad%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't I look fabulous!!! I'm ready for a day of shopping. The Sugar Bears are sporting our shopping habit...I already purchased some cool things. We are going to go again. I know, I know, your all jealous. See the green trees in the background...It isn't all desert after all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-114314097550393517?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/114314097550393517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=114314097550393517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114314097550393517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114314097550393517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/03/pics.html' title='Pics'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-114313213812370125</id><published>2006-03-23T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T08:42:18.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A note to my sweetie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I MISS YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I MISS YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-114313213812370125?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/114313213812370125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=114313213812370125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114313213812370125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114313213812370125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/03/note-to-my-sweetie.html' title='A note to my sweetie'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-114312870755895634</id><published>2006-03-23T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T07:45:07.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day</title><content type='html'>22 March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day, another dollar. I miss Chris!!!  I’m sure you’re all tired of hearing about it…to bad! Today is going well. The students are very intelligent.  It’s great to see them excited about the material we are teaching them. They ask great questions. Mary and I are trying to upload some pics. We just have to figure out how. Hopefully I can download some tonight and you can see what we are doing here. We took pics of the dreadful bathrooms…I can say YUCK!!!!  Can you???  We did have to stop class abruptly due to the hippo rampage. But we did get back safe and finished class. No humans were hurt only Mr. Mannequin. Damn, you should have seen the students at work patching him back up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t feel all that good this morning.  I think it’s the heat…but I did go to the bathroom three times prior to the rampaging hippo incident. Breakfast is always good. I’m trying to stay away from the carbs. Carbs…evil little things they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris started his new job…it sucks not being able to talk to him by phone or email all day long. I hate not being able to fall asleep listening to him talk or breath.  Am I making anyone sick, yet? My sweetie is the greatest guy…I don’t care what any of you say ;)  It is a match made in heaven. He works with little female soldiers…no males. Can you believe that???  What a nightmare! For him and me. Not at all worried about Chris cause he’d be dead. Seriously, he loves me too much to hurt me…that goes both ways. He better stop having stupid thoughts. He will have to be bitch slapped if not J  I love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I run???  No…running was postponed today. We are walking tonight while my clothes soak. Yeah, it was my fault…dehydration…urine was way to dark to be running in 80 degrees. Some days I feel skinny and others I feel like a HIPPO ;)  The goal is to drop 10lbs. I think being in this heat and drinking more water than one person can possibly handle will help in my endeavor. My system will be flushed by the time I return. Plus I have Mary to motivate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m having a good time here getting to know my co-workers. I’ve had more contact with them then I have had in 7 months working in carpet land. You have to start somewhere and if a trip to Africa is what it took than so be it. The camaraderie is great between us. Too bad someone felt it necessary to bad mouth another to feel good about himself…I wish he would just grow up and learn people are not always going to agree. Oh well. I’m still having a good time. Anyway…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to bed early.  I’ll probably just wake up in three hours. If that happens, you may be able to read this. Then maybe I can talk to my baby over some email before tomorrow’s class. I love you!!  I wish I was lying next to you vice a bear. The bear will have to do for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-114312870755895634?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/114312870755895634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=114312870755895634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114312870755895634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114312870755895634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-day.html' title='Another Day'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-114295472295985493</id><published>2006-03-21T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T07:25:23.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is awesome</title><content type='html'>Another good day :)  teaching through a translator is different. I love to talk when I am teaching.  I keep going and going…just like the energizer bunny. But it is quite different when you have to stop.  Sometimes I lose my train of thought. Mary and I make a great team when it comes to teaching cause we can piggy back off of each other. And the little ideas we come up with. Many cannot read or write. We are already thinking of ideas for the next trip. The next trip is in Sept/Oct. I probably will not attend that one. I’m ready to see my baby!!!  There is no amount of words to thank him and to tell him how much I love him. Plus, I’m going to see my sweetie's  graduation and see him all dress up…he looks great in that uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel didn’t phone us this morning so we never ran. I’m tired anyway. I’m setting my watch tonight. Things are very interesting. I wish you could all experience it. I set Mary up with a blogger account so it would be easier to talk to the outside world. She is so cute. She gets very excited. Good peeps. Everyone is getting along except the MC. Oh well. We all know how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are very isolated. I forgot to tell you about the toilets where are teaching facility is at. No running water…So you can image the smell. You add water to it to flush. It doesn’t bother me; I had to dig my own hole in Iraq and use my wonder woman cap to cover myself ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way…I took a great nap yesterday…too bad I cannot sleep at night. I would cry myself asleep but the ambien takes effect too quickly.    Okay Chris…don’t forget…American Idol!!!  I love you and miss you very much.  Don’t worry too much about me. This place is way safer than where I was in Iraq. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-114295472295985493?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/114295472295985493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=114295472295985493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114295472295985493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114295472295985493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-is-awesome.html' title='This is awesome'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-114286644652519404</id><published>2006-03-20T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T06:54:06.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 March</title><content type='html'>20 March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say beauty sleep???  I know, I’m gorgeous!!  I’m in charge of that damn radio and you know what…of course the battery would die at three in the morning! Holy Hell, was I annoyed. I kept waking up cause I didn’t want to take drugs, but guess what; tonight I’m sleeping like a baby!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day! The students are awesome.  We have one woman which is cool. They are soooo eager to learn and they catch on very quickly. It is very exciting. Today was a short day because we went to the Embassy. Not what I really expected. Anyway…back to the students.  I’m learning how to say a couple of French and Arabic words. Basically, these students learn faster then our Med students (the ones without the prior service). They actually touch and are not afraid. If they shake your hand, they have really enjoyed themselves. Mary and I got hand shakes.  Sweet!!!  And they are very thankful for us coming all the way over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their country is bad off.  Take the worst slum in the States and multiply it by 100. No electricity, running water, and trash everywhere. It smells like a big farm with animals. Very sad…It is just like Iraq in a sense. I will yet again come home with a different respect for life. Americans can be such assholes. They take everything for granted and just do not realize how well they have it. They take freedom of speech way to far and take what our country was based on and changed it. I’m not saying everyone is like this, probably about half.  Who knows???  I do know that bitch who took the Pledge of Allegiance out of school is one of those people. Stupid cock whore. Anyway…I’m getting on a tangent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, right now I’m sitting here typing so I can send this off. Chris is at work right now…of course thinking about me.  I love you!!!  How is your first day???  My first day was a success. I’m going out for a girl’s night out this Saturday. Should be fun. I’ll learn more about the culture. Don’t worry all; she is a wife of a military member over here. Yes, there are military here. Not that many…but of course we have people everywhere. Even where you least expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay…I have nothing more to say except hello and that I love my sweetie and miss him very much. I miss hearing his voice.  I’ll have to listen to a couple of his audio blogs.  By the way…love the pics. Better take one of Ginger with all her hair cut off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I do have more.  I ran this morning.  I started the day off right and now I’m drinking a couple of cold ones to set the evening off right.  Shit, I'm writing all this and it says it has posted but hopefully you all can see it, cause I am getting nothing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later…I miss you, Chris!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-114286644652519404?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/114286644652519404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=114286644652519404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114286644652519404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114286644652519404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/03/20-march.html' title='20 March'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-114286633229760222</id><published>2006-03-20T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T06:52:12.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knows...maybe you can view and I can't...part IV</title><content type='html'>Part IV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nap was not a success. The dinner was excellent. I had steak, it was very good!!! The red wine sauce was the bomb. And I was able to eat salad. This is very nice hotel. It is just not finished with the little things…like international calling. The Internet connection is down, so I cannot email my baby or see if he wrote anything. He’s probably freaking out.  Knowing Chris, he is over analyzing the situation ;) I love you!!! Damn, I’m tired.  It is finally starting to hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow should be interesting. Hopefully everything goes well. It is an early morning, so I need to get some of that beauty rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-114286633229760222?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/114286633229760222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=114286633229760222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114286633229760222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114286633229760222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/03/who-knowsmaybe-you-can-view-and-i.html' title='Who knows...maybe you can view and I can&apos;t...part IV'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-114286623929387111</id><published>2006-03-20T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T06:50:39.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's try this again...part III</title><content type='html'>Part III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sitting here drinking a Heineken in my room. The market and artisan area were AWESOME!!!  The fabrics are beautiful. Really cool stuff.  Don’t worry, I have already started buying. Hopefully I won’t break the bank.  Just kidding. Hey baby, what do you think your mom may like? They have all sorts of things.  I didn’t care too much for the jewelry, but I didn’t take a close look. I’ll have to look closer next time.  I did find some coins but the guys ran out of money.  But I know where to look. The fabric….I’m going to buy some and have skirts made. I’d buy an outfit already made, but I don’t think I would wear. There are some nice ones. We have a translator and he does all the bargaining…does a great job at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start running again tomorrow. Mary and I are going to help each other out. We thought the gym would be open but it is not so we have to run around the building.  I’m going to see if she wants to run stairs too. My head lamp is going to come in quite handy. Anything to get my butt back into shape before I get back to the States. I smell of bug repellant and sun screen. Thank GOD for doxy.  My face won’t break out to bad while I’m here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to take a nap before dinner….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-114286623929387111?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/114286623929387111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=114286623929387111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114286623929387111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114286623929387111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/03/lets-try-this-againpart-iii.html' title='Let&apos;s try this again...part III'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-114276809665597521</id><published>2006-03-19T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T03:37:04.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today in Chad</title><content type='html'>19 March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m here. I couldn’t call Chris from Paris and now I cannot call him from Chad. What the #*%@!!!!!!! I was able to send him an email though. Now I have to write him and tell him he won’t be able to hear my voice. Augh! I’m tired and irritated now. At least I can talk through email. From what I hear, Mary and I are celebrities. Cool!! I guess they are excited to see new faces. The classes shouldn’t be too hard. The Chadian love to learn. Right now it is 7:45pm in the States on the 18th. I’m six hours ahead. Not to bad. I love you, sweetie. Hopefully I can figure out how to call home and I thought calling from Iraq was bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was too wired to fall asleep…drugs are my friend :) I feel good this morning, but boy am I retaining water. My calves last night were solid. We are going to the market here in a couple of hours. Today is a day of rest. I’m trying to drink as much water as I can. The coffee was sooooo good this morning!! Yum Yum! Sorry guys…I cannot call :( !! The hotel is not hooked up for it yet. The rooms are awesome with great views. At least you can have up to date info. The wireless is working pretty good, just pray it stays up. I’ll write more tonight. I love you Chris!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write about my market experience, when I come back. Later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-114276809665597521?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/114276809665597521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=114276809665597521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114276809665597521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114276809665597521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-in-chad.html' title='Today in Chad'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-114276735728284698</id><published>2006-03-19T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T03:24:32.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flight</title><content type='html'>18 March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay…so I never was able to have my green beer, very disappointing. I was expecting more from our airports. The trip over was a rough one. First we were told to move and then were scolded for moving. Can you say lack of communication!! The trip to Paris wasn’t all bad; at least we had leg room because of the exit. Our bags though were 10 seats up in the other section, which sucked. Now I am in Paris and cannot call anyone because I have no clue how to use the phones here and nothing is in English. Everyone will have to wait till I get to N’Djamena. Oh, I forgot about our luggage…$1025 extra for everything we brought. A little more lack of communication, yet again. I guess I was supposed to pick up orders granting us four additional baggages. Yeah, whoever was supposed to tell me, neglected that fact. Let’s just say that person was not a civilian. All that went on my gov’t card. Ouch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am sitting here at some bar at the airport finally having a beer for St. Patty’s Day and NO, it’s not green! I’m not as tired as I thought I would be but I have another five hours to go on the plane alone not to mention the hour and half here in Paris. I guess we don’t go through customs here. That is fine with me cause it took forever when I went into Germany. The worst part of this trip so far is my gas! It was just sitting there…painfully awaiting to be let go and it wouldn’t come out!!! Now that sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my baby. I did not get a chance to talk to him all that much yesterday and I wasn’t able to figure out technology over here so I’m annoyed. I brought my little bear to accompany me on my trip. Now he can say he has been to Paris!!! I love you, sweetie. Cannot wait to see your place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-114276735728284698?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/114276735728284698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=114276735728284698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114276735728284698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114276735728284698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/03/flight.html' title='The Flight'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-114261951417903961</id><published>2006-03-17T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T10:18:34.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to the Congo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well....I must apologize to my baby.  I've have been very testy and quite bitchy today. Just last minute stuff.  I always stress right before a trip.  I love you, Chris!!!  I will miss everyone. If you want me to pick you anything up from the shops you better let me know now:)  I'm all packed an ready to go...drugs and all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Things have been stressfull since my baby left. Not that I cannot handle it. It is so much easier to depend on someone when you reach out and touch them. I think the command is slowly figureing out I'm engaged. Most people are like...why didn't you say anything.  None of your damn business! Peolple tend to ask to many questions about your personal life. If I wanted you to know, I would have told your ass. Cirlce of Friends!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hope everyone takes care of themselves!!!! Don't miss me too much ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you, baby!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-114261951417903961?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/114261951417903961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=114261951417903961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114261951417903961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114261951417903961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/03/off-to-congo.html' title='Off to the Congo'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-114219020130975999</id><published>2006-03-12T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T11:04:41.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first weekend</title><content type='html'>It has been almost a week since Specy left. I cannot sleep at night, which sucks. All I do is toss and turn. I miss him so much. We talk everyday, it is not the same tho. I had to have my ring sized so now I feel naked without it. By the way, if your all wondering, he is doing fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends have been great. Specy jokes, that now he's gone, I go out...Well, I need something to do to occupy my time, right? Ha!! Abby has been keeping me busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl's night out...we definately have to go to a bar/club next time. Maybe Jess will get her ass up here. HB is cool. There is not many people I meet that I consider a friend. Most people are just there, especially females. Women can be down right nasty, if they want to be. Caddy little bitches!! HB has been through a lot, I respect her maturity. It is funny to look at how many younger people I know that are more mature than older ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I have to be one of those that have to be in the mood to write. I'm starting my 90 day plan to a slammin body, again...It worked, just a lot stress this year and laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-114219020130975999?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/114219020130975999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=114219020130975999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114219020130975999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114219020130975999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-weekend.html' title='The first weekend'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-114177941295612794</id><published>2006-03-07T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T08:05:54.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dramatic side...not so much</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it has been a full day now without the love of my life!!! It SUCKS!!! Yesterday was a very sad, sad day...My baby left me for TX. Just the thought of coming to an empty home, opened the flood gates. Okay, maybe not flooding but I was depressed as hell and teary all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sad goodbye and Specy tried to use his contacts as an excuse why his eyes were tearing ;) I love him and cannot wait to see him this June.  Hopefully orders will come sooner than later. But I just have this feeling it will be longer than necessary. Yes, I'm being a pessimist.  Usually I'm an optimist or a realist....just have that nagging feeling. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Abby kept me company for a little bit yesterday. She's a cool mexican, too.  She is also a single mommy. We went to the mall to have her son's hair cut...oh boy is his daddy going to be mad...oh well, not like he has to take care of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all, everything is not that bad with Specy gone, just the fact I there is no physical contact, annoys the shit out of me.  June!!  Not till June!! Specy was saying it wasn't that bad...but it still sucks. We of course fell asleep on the phone together...Mine died though; I need a better battery. I'm just completely freaked out at living at that place. Someone knocked on my door around eight last night...what the hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be moving, again...I'm so tired of moving.  I'll be sorting it all out this weekend. I won't be moving that far from where I live now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-114177941295612794?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/114177941295612794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=114177941295612794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114177941295612794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114177941295612794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-dramatic-sidenot-so-much.html' title='My dramatic side...not so much'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-114166944951458359</id><published>2006-03-06T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T10:25:24.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The weekend was a good one. It started off rough because I was cranky because of my shots. Typhoid and Yellow Fever suck!!!! Specy is leaving and everyone wanted to hang out, which is cool. I am the one marrying him, I'll have more time with him than anyone else. I'm just greedy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB can cook! Not that I had any doubts. I wich I could have stayed longer but it was a school night. Those beans (non-drunken) were awesome!!! I can't wait to try the drunken ones. RC was jealous cause I got mexican cooked for me!!! Hee Hee!!! The dessert was the bomb!! I'm getting to know HB. She is sweet and down to Earth. Don't let the sweet fool ya, I know she can be a firecracker. She is very mature beyond her years. I love the fact we can hang out and there won't be any drama. We will definately hang out more if I can get her away from RC...We'll have to plan a girl's night out. RC and her are great together. I am very happy for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Mimi could have hung out. But apparently she thought I was going to be at home...that is another story. The guys had a good time out. They came back to the house to play Halo. Good thing I can sleep through anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car is all packed up. Didn't take but ten minutes. I'm going to be all alone:( Specy is taking the animials. I'll be moving soon. Thank God for my trip coming up. I don't have to deal with a bunch of bullshit. I really do not want to go back to work. I just want to stay at home and be a lazy ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Bitches....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-114166944951458359?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/114166944951458359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=114166944951458359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114166944951458359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114166944951458359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/03/weekend-happenings.html' title='Weekend happenings'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-114147348787420137</id><published>2006-03-04T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T03:58:07.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone had a good time last night. I'm sorry you all had to leave early, but that is responsibility for you. Gabe is cute and very curious. You guys can come over anytime. I truly hope HB did not feel uncomfortable. Don't worry about RC and my baby...they are true friends and will see each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life of the military is that you always leave someone behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to school...peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-114147348787420137?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/114147348787420137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=114147348787420137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114147348787420137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114147348787420137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-114123193373755083</id><published>2006-03-01T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T08:52:13.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why??</title><content type='html'>What the fuck is wrong with people! Now I know what is wrong with this place. I knew before but come on. Can we not just get along. I guess that is just too hard.  Let's waste precious time...almost 2 months...when all I had to do was walk down the hallway. Why??  Because certain people don't get along I have to suffer and waste my time, the little I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rambling because I am annoyed about work.  I cannot wait to leave here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-114123193373755083?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/114123193373755083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=114123193373755083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114123193373755083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114123193373755083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/03/why.html' title='Why??'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-114118389570855755</id><published>2006-02-28T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T19:31:35.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.haloscan.com/" title="HaloScan Commenting and Trackback" rel="tag"&gt;Haloscan&lt;/a&gt; commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-114118389570855755?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/114118389570855755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=114118389570855755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114118389570855755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114118389570855755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/02/haloscan-commenting-and-trackback-have_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22991617.post-114084290164560393</id><published>2006-02-24T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:48:21.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Building Blocks</title><content type='html'>Just starting out.  Yea, I know...its pink, who gives a shit.  I was feeling left out.  I have to start somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22991617-114084290164560393?l=dancefanatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/feeds/114084290164560393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22991617&amp;postID=114084290164560393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114084290164560393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22991617/posts/default/114084290164560393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancefanatic.blogspot.com/2006/02/building-blocks.html' title='Building Blocks'/><author><name>Dancing Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335751811006490882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f317/malloryjl/bitchslap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
