<?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-9075540025212203124</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:49:26.165-07:00</updated><category term='health bulliten hahaha'/><category term='Fairies'/><title type='text'>A Fairies Dream</title><subtitle type='html'>Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame.
~William Butler Yeats, "The Land of Heart's Desire," 1894</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396712877077719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075540025212203124.post-3631308733838668452</id><published>2008-07-13T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T19:29:11.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>It has been so long since I blogged...where to start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Sox won the world series - my last awesome memory of BCH-- watched it with RJ and his princess! and the HUGS! and SR and SS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, packed up moved to Rhode Island&lt;br /&gt;found out someone I thought was a friend was NOT&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~OUCH~~~~~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who don't have the kahunas to bring something up to your face but tell others....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have 5 boys - one will be leaving soon - on good terms -- our 3rd success story since Nov 4th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are many more success stories out there I just don't hear them as much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss every one in NC so much it hurts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love living near my family and have seen them tons! I live 5 minutes from a beach - the island breeze keeps us cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan is as ever smart as a whip he is reading at a 3rd grade level and he hasn't started 1st!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan is well.&lt;br /&gt;We love living in the home with our boys I can't say how much i never realized I hated moving every darn week.  this is def more family style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are pros and cons to every job but so far this one is the bomb.  more like a mission than a job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone soo much.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-3631308733838668452?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/3631308733838668452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9075540025212203124&amp;postID=3631308733838668452' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/3631308733838668452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/3631308733838668452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/2008/07/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396712877077719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075540025212203124.post-1353032365834786079</id><published>2007-09-01T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T12:20:42.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Past week</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I kept Caton which was awesome and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the first day I kept her Monday August 27th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd picked her up miday through the day for her to go to her school orientation, or something like that.  Well, he returns her and I hopped online to see if my friend Annie was home and could use some company. Caton comes upstairs, plops down on Jordan's elmo kiddie couch. She crosses her arms, sighs, and pouts. then she says, my boyfriend broke up with me. So I turn around willing to see where this conversation is going. I said how long was he your best boyfriend she said - a couple of days. I said well, what was his name?&lt;br /&gt;She said Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;I siad - but not my jordan&lt;br /&gt;She shakes her head yes indicating it was my jordan.&lt;br /&gt;So I said I am SURE he didn't know he was your best boyfriend why don't you go ask him.&lt;br /&gt;So she does.&lt;br /&gt;I pack them in the car and we drive over to Annie's. Caton and Jordan drive around in the little Barbie Jeep that belongs to Sailor who wasn't home when we got there. BUT when she got out of school her and Caton started doing girly things and leave Jordan out. We then see them ( the girls) invite him to sit down on the swing the were in. Then they pull down the shade do hickey - and we just assumed they were telling kiddie jokes or "secrets"&lt;br /&gt;Then Wanda and I both thought we heard Kiss. When we heard it a second time Sailor and Jordan were walking around to behind a Bush.&lt;br /&gt;Annie asks what was said and Jordan says - or indicates that Sailor says - KISS. annie confronts Sailor who is adamant that she didn't say it then Caton pipes in that she did- Sailor still adamant she DIDN't goes to her room.&lt;br /&gt;When we got Jordan and Caton alone we asked how the topic came up and Caton and Jordan both said that Sailor told them to KISS.&lt;br /&gt;so I asked how many times did they kiss and Caton says two&lt;br /&gt;I asked on the cheek or on the lips and she says - On the lips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little stud muffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-1353032365834786079?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/1353032365834786079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9075540025212203124&amp;postID=1353032365834786079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/1353032365834786079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/1353032365834786079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/2007/09/past-week.html' title='Past week'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396712877077719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075540025212203124.post-6205996738363364933</id><published>2007-08-08T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T11:19:22.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>copied from my myspace blog. that sounds redundant.</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, April 18, 2007&lt;br /&gt;The SAHM diary Current mood: accomplished Category: &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;FriendID=77282526&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=11"&gt;Jobs, Work, Careers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So part of my day technically began at 3 Am when my chocolate lab -- Bubba -- decided to bark and wake me up.  It wasn't just one bark -- it was a string of barks- deep woofs -- I'm talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now may I remind you I had just gotten to sleep at @ 1:30 because after I finished my household chores I wanted to catch up with what was going on in the world.  Of course as expected there was ongoing coverage of the VA Tech massacre.  Wasn't too easy to turn off my mind after that -- ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I laid in my bed hoping my dog would shut up so I could get some much needed shut eye-- to no  avail. The harder I tried to ignore his attempts at waking me up-- the more frantic he became.  Now generally speaking he never does this -- so I think to myself -- something must be going on because I live in a very quiet peaceful community.  ( Except for the loud as halibut train that blares through every night several times a night-- shaking the very foundation of the house in which I live-- ... but ...after the first few nights we no longer heard or felt it - b/c as is customary it became part of our subconcious!)&lt;br /&gt;So I threw on my robe and followed my faithful ( annoying ) companion down the stairs to check out the noise/commotion.  Robe I got -- shoes I did not -- so it occured to me that -- Here I am walking around in total darkness on my back porch where my cat - oscar-- frequently leaves me "presents".  and by present I mean of course - mice, rats, and an occasional bird.  I prayed I would be Blessed enough not to find one at 3 am as it would freak me out.  remember this part of the story as it will be relevant later.&lt;br /&gt;No sooner did I fall back asleep that my 5 YO J ( for anonimity) had a coughing spell brought on by allergies - b/c I left the windows open and pollen counts are high.  So I fumble around in ( almost ) darkness trying to find the kids allergy medicine his Dr told me to give him.  As I did this I forgot that I had put baby oil on right out of the shower and there ( apparently) was some still on the floor.  Wouldn't you know it -- my feet found that spot!  and I slip and catch myself -- which is no easy task-- as I am on the much much heavier side.  I am told by my friends I am not allowed to use the word fat -- thats what I am but apparently thats not good self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am thinking to my self -- I am not even 5 hours into this day and WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I get up start my day - with the help of caffine, of course.  The day goes fairly well without a hitch! Thank GOD!  In fact I am quite Blessed to have the BEST friends in the world and 2 of them thought it would b a good idea to sing acappella -- "if u want my body and u think I'm sexy come on sugar let me know!"  There is a reason these 2 are not professional singers.  But it made me laugh so hard it was well worth the busted ear drum.  If u 2 read this I love u gals!  Well, ok then... as I'm doing some gardening and -- the one time I took off my shoes don't u know I stepped on something soft squisy and green.-- I.E.  some random left over organ of a mouse or rat -- looks like a liver -- my cat NEVER eats that one part.  odd.  Eats the fur, and everything else including bones but always leaves the damn liver.  So I ask you who needs planet earth( discovery Sunday nights)? I have wild kingdom in my backyard. &lt;br /&gt;I have owls, woodpeckers, and hawks living in my neighborhood.  Oh yes, occasionally we see deer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my next rambling... We have bird feeders and get a variety of birds coming to chow in our yard.  So my son and I will look them up in national audobons society manual and try to identify each bird.  We didn't actually see one of the following birds but my son asked me to sound out the name of this particular bird.  the Blue faced BOOBY.  yes I said booby.  He thought it was the funniest thing ever-- and proceeded to tell everyone we met for a week about a blue faced booby.  who names these birds anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wonder -- when did the female breast -- booby -- if you will become such a hilarious word to my 5 yo.  I was a wee bit bitter that he didn't hold the female breast with a little more regard and dignity -- after all it was a source of nourishment for him for 2 1/2 years.  So now I have droopy, hilarious mounds of womanly mammary flesh--- in vain. ungrateful ... I tell u what .....  For those of  u who don't know me all that well I am joking I would never regret anything I've done or given to my child.  Those were good bonding moments.&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all&lt;br /&gt;I am signing off here -- hope I made at least someone laugh by bearing my soul-- For those english scholars -- I realize most of this is one ongoing run on sentence after another.  No need to tell me.  Thats why its titled diary -- its a strem of my add consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW I chose accomplished because it is an ACCOMPLISHMENT getting through a whole day as a SAHM of a 5 yo boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I welcome your thoughts and comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;friendID=77282526&amp;amp;blogID=255133852&amp;Mytoken=AAE51920-A307-4975-909E362A00AC402D47652285"&gt;10:40 PM &lt;/a&gt;- &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=77282526&amp;blogID=255133852&amp;amp;Mytoken=AAE51920-A307-4975-909E362A00AC402D47652285"&gt;5 Comments&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;friendID=77282526&amp;amp;blogID=255133852&amp;Mytoken=AAE51920-A307-4975-909E362A00AC402D47652285"&gt;4 Kudos&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.comment&amp;amp;friendID=77282526&amp;blogID=255133852&amp;amp;ticket=MHMGCisGAQQBgjdYA6WgZTBjBgorBgEEAYI3WAMBoFUwUwIDAgABAgJmAwICAMAECFaVEzLceT8DBBBbsHcYYgYsXQu4%2F9tdfb3XBCinmZGMvciZtOGQVq8aYGfXn%2F%2B7Pa3QL9YFu5M6rFpFYSIxThngTFAs&amp;BlogCategoryID=11&amp;amp;Mytoken=AAE51920-A307-4975-909E362A00AC402D47652285"&gt;Add Comment&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.edit&amp;editor=true&amp;amp;blogID=255133852&amp;Mytoken=AAE51920-A307-4975-909E362A00AC402D47652285"&gt;Edit &lt;/a&gt;- &lt;a onclick="if( confirm('Are you sure you want to remove this blog?') ){return true;}else{ return false; }" href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.confirmRemove&amp;blogID=255133852&amp;amp;Mytoken=AAE51920-A307-4975-909E362A00AC402D47652285"&gt;Remove&lt;/a&gt; &lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-6205996738363364933?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/6205996738363364933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9075540025212203124&amp;postID=6205996738363364933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/6205996738363364933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/6205996738363364933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/2007/08/copied-from-my-myspace-blog-that-sounds.html' title='copied from my myspace blog. that sounds redundant.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396712877077719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075540025212203124.post-1185944399602107094</id><published>2007-08-02T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T19:32:29.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative time</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I live and breathe it. today I went to my friend Annies house and we hung out while she got ready for a yard sale.  I got a whole box of disney videos (20 +) disney movies for $10.  Heck yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I had a good time. I am working on finishing a free thought blog that I started earlier today. doing it on creative time ... ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to do laundry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-1185944399602107094?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/1185944399602107094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9075540025212203124&amp;postID=1185944399602107094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/1185944399602107094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/1185944399602107094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/2007/08/creative-time.html' title='Creative time'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396712877077719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075540025212203124.post-5099490192708338329</id><published>2007-08-02T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T11:41:06.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health bulliten hahaha'/><title type='text'>5 important uses for the big left toe</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="3aff58a0"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to blog this very ***important** ????????? health bulliten. Take care not to slip UP stairs like my dumb ass self. because Throughout the 6 days mine took to heal I couldn't do the following---- either at all~~~ or ~~~ I could do it but I seriously looked like either A. I should be requiring medical assistance with a crutch or a walker. B. I was permanently physically handicapped ( sorry if that word is not PC and offends anyone) or well there is no C -- and I am not sure that A and B requires me to change my grammar -- but fuck it-- I am too tired to care to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I think this is officially a rant of sorts. a free stream of consciousness from MOI'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st when I stubbed it I screamed ```probably``` a little too loud and excessively. but what ever-- Jordan was in my presence and I had to use and muster all the power I could not to use my ingrained, default, favorite, cathartic words of all time-- FUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, truly before I had kids I must have sounded like a tourrettes patient. I would elaborate here but I really don't find it to be necessary. Think Duece bigalow male gigalo -- his date the ass licker. Thats pretty much it. I think MOST girls raised on the North Shore of BOSTON, MA can make a truck driver or a sailor blush. This is in fact most likely due to ~~ at least for me~~ growing up with endless exposure to "Boston Irish" uncles and cousins. Did I mention they Bri, Paul Sr., Kevin, Shawn have all at some point worked for my Uncle Bri at "PHILS" towing. Now that Brian's sons are grown. They to are employed by him at "PHILS" towing. My brother has also done time at my uncle Bri's "PHIL'S" towing. you may wonder why I keep emphasizing PHILS towing is owned operated by my UNCLE BRIAN. Now for as long as I can remember hes owned this company. EVERYBODY in town knows the Lynch's. they also know Paul, Kevin ( who is now departed) Brian, and Shawn's Dad Charlie. Charlie served for the Peabody police department for endless years. I don't know how many. Then there is the fact that --Paul and Kevin both were firemen at the same Engine house in Peabody until Kevin passed away in 2001. or early 2002. I just know my Doctor said I couldn't go because of my high risk pregnancy and I regret being the only cousin - decendant ( for lack of a better word) of Charlie that didn't go. I hate that I also missed my cousins Bretts ( Kevin's oldest son) wedding because I just can't afford to go to Mass 4 + times a year. My point being EVERYONE in town knows the Lynchs. And everybody in town knows someone who knows someone who has at one point or another been to a cookout at 44 Ellsworth or 81 Ellsworth. Or they've been themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So NOw we get back to my original point of why I can make a sailor or truck driver blush when I curse. I am truly of Bostom Irish decent-- I believe I have established. I should have made it easier just by staing my given, Catholic Confirmed, Paul's ~official in my book~~ daughter NAMe -- because anyone with a brain could have figured out my decent from the name alone.... Molly Anne Elizabeth MacDonald Lynch. - Although after 18 I need to accept responsibility for what comes out of my mouth - but in a moment of weakness -- i. e. STUBBING my toe it was extremely difficult to not let Fuck Fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 10 important uses&lt;br /&gt;1. walking - your big toe ( actauall all of our toes)  is the most vital toe for balance.&lt;br /&gt;2. diving - pushing off a concrete side of a pool- hurt likea mofro - when I pushed off.&lt;br /&gt;3. walking up and down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;4. stabilizing yourself for lunges&lt;br /&gt;5. stabilizing yourself for squats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-5099490192708338329?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075540025212203124.post-5371313951887689152</id><published>2007-07-31T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T10:02:26.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sox trade Pineiro to</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Cardinals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else will happen b4 midnight tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-5371313951887689152?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/5371313951887689152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9075540025212203124&amp;postID=5371313951887689152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/5371313951887689152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/5371313951887689152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/2007/07/sox-trade-pineiro-to.html' title='Sox trade Pineiro to'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396712877077719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075540025212203124.post-1407916871252373974</id><published>2007-07-29T19:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T19:41:42.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well, lets see</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I feel like doing some thing outlandish -- running in the rain , skinnydipping, just about anything to feel alive I have had a kindof blah day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-1407916871252373974?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/1407916871252373974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9075540025212203124&amp;postID=1407916871252373974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/1407916871252373974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;what a funny word.  what is the old addage.&lt;br /&gt;The road to hell is paved with good intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My intention is to hold Jessicas deadbeat dad to his appropriate level of accountability.  After at least 10 phone calls , messages, and finally (after not as much as one courtesy phone call back) a verbal threat to go to his house and get J's BirthCertificate and Social security with a sherriff if necessary. He calls this morning on my cell phone ( we let Jessica take it with her to call for a ride when she was ready to go) during her orientation and proceeds to yell at her thinking its me and then even after he &lt;strong&gt;Knows&lt;/strong&gt; its Jessica proceeds to tell her that if we call ever again and ask him for anything  (...  mind you he still hasn't completed her medicaid application,  HE is still legally responsible for getting her to court in RALIEGH, He is still ALLEGEDLY responsible for her clothing and basic care -- after all he claims her on HIS taxes)...  he is going to put a restraining order on US!  Now that shit is (...ALMOST&gt;&gt;??)  Laughable.  I don't think he knows me very well - actually I know he doesn't know me very well otherwise he wouldn't bother with verbal sparring  ----( a wise old pastor stewart says hes just sparring.. and even Pastor Stewart said he wouldn't verbally spar with me... LOL...)--- especially when that DUMB MOther fucker doesn't have a leg to stand on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my intention is to go to social services which I SHOULD HAVE DONE a while back -- but I honestly believed this Sperm donor of a father-- was going to at least take care of some of her basic needs like Medicaid, so she can see a Dr if necessary, so she could get glasses and basis dental care... Silly me for being an optimist.  No point living in the past with what I should have done differently -- life is too short .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me vent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone knows anyone who may have an old pair of flat black slip resistant shoes that they can let go of I would be grateful.  also she needs a short - full length sleeved non button down black shirt size Large - xl if it can be shrunk. &lt;br /&gt;I am not begging ( yet ) but I know people can't fulfill needs unless they KNOW there is a need.  So if anyone reading this can ask around their social circles I would be much appreciative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-5000434511134873514?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/5000434511134873514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9075540025212203124&amp;postID=5000434511134873514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/5000434511134873514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/5000434511134873514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/2007/07/intentions.html' title='Intentions'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396712877077719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075540025212203124.post-8778715034062046695</id><published>2007-07-27T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T21:00:57.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my day</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;well, when I was finally up and moving- I vacuumed my room. played memory with Jordan. went to the pool.  Jordan ( in my opinion) is diving pretty well for a 5yo. I think I may~~ gasp~` Finally(??) be back on a somewhat normal sleep schedule.  I have been all out of whack since I went to Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow when I got back from the pool I tripped up - yes I typed UP~~~ the stairs and now my big toe on my left foot is excruciatingly painful when I lift my toe to get balance.  but theres nothing anyone can do even if I did break it ( i don't think I did) but it sure does hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan is finishing watchingtoy story 2 and we r heading to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica starts a new job tommorrow pending all goes well when she shows up without her social and her birth certificate because -- pardon me while I vent -- her dumb ass dead beat dumb fuck of a father can't seem to use a fax that he has readily available.  That man really gets my goat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok no more negative vibes wasted on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley and Marcus are gonna b Baptizing Destinty next month.  We are the godparents and we are honored to be chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss the drama of working at Mills home- but I do miss the actual ministry - very much.&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna go take something for my toe, then my antibiotics, and some cough syrup.  hope evryone outthere had a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-8778715034062046695?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/8778715034062046695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9075540025212203124&amp;postID=8778715034062046695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/8778715034062046695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/8778715034062046695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-day.html' title='my day'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396712877077719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075540025212203124.post-8088878554204012930</id><published>2007-07-26T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T22:00:23.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still of the Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;In the still of the nightI hear the wolf howl, honeySniffing around your doorIn the still of the nightI feel my heart beating heavyTelling me I gotta have moreIn the shadow of nightI see the full moon riseTelling me whats in store,My heart start achingMy body start a shakingAnd I cant take no more, no, noNow I just wanna get close to youAn taste your love so sweetAnd I just wanna make love to youFeel your body heat...In the still of the night...In the still of the night...Over here baby...In the heat of the dayI hang my head down lowAnd hide my face from the sunThrough the light of the dayUntil the evening timeIm waiting for the night to comeIn the still of the night,In the cool moonlight,I feel heart is achingIn the still of the night...Tell me here babyIn the still of the nightI hear the wolf howl, honeySniffing around your door...In the still of the nightI feel my heart beating heavyTelling me I gotta have more...Now I just wanna get close to youAn taste your love so sweetAnd I just wanna make love to youFeel your body heat.In the still of the night...Still of the night,Still of the night,Still of the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-8088878554204012930?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/8088878554204012930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9075540025212203124&amp;postID=8088878554204012930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/8088878554204012930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/8088878554204012930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/2007/07/still-of-night.html' title='Still of the Night'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396712877077719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075540025212203124.post-453133464607018199</id><published>2007-07-26T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T22:00:39.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok in all fairness</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="a5cf1197"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a video on my blog that is not associated to any of my "friends" on myspace. The song My heart will go on by Celine Dion is a part of my family's collective consciousness because this was the last song played before they closed the casket the day she was buried.. In case I haven't mentioned it yet on myspace or my blog. ... I LOVE my mom and my family. Paul, Kate and Shannon ((if you ever get connected to myspace or blogland ))). Mom is going on each and every day inside the 4 of us. I know you all make her proud. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-453133464607018199?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/453133464607018199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9075540025212203124&amp;postID=453133464607018199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/453133464607018199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/453133464607018199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/2007/07/ok-in-all-fairness.html' title='Ok in all fairness'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396712877077719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075540025212203124.post-927291332607520947</id><published>2007-07-26T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T22:01:04.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iris</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="8897f073"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you Cause I know that you feel me somehow You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be And I don't want to go home right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can taste is this moment And all I can breathe is your life Cause sooner or later it's over I just don't want to miss you tonight Chorus And I don't want the world to see me Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming Or the moment of truth in your lies When everything seems like the movies Yeah you bleed just to know your alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the world to see me Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-927291332607520947?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/927291332607520947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9075540025212203124&amp;postID=927291332607520947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/927291332607520947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/927291332607520947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/2007/07/iris.html' title='Iris'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396712877077719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075540025212203124.post-1076640965598413174</id><published>2007-07-26T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T16:21:28.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Just somethin @ bin in the h2o. I love it. so relaxing.  1. spent @1/2 hr in pool diving w/Jordan.  2.Now just got out of the shower and I'm fixin to3. watch the redsox. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing what antibiotics, exercise, and cutting back smokin can do for a girl.  Oh ok I didn't cut back THAT much.  but less than 2 days ago for sure. more than yesterdays total.  whatever I FEEL GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to write if the nyquil doesn't knock me out first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-1076640965598413174?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/1076640965598413174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9075540025212203124&amp;postID=1076640965598413174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/1076640965598413174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/1076640965598413174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/2007/07/feelin-good.html' title='Feelin Good!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396712877077719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075540025212203124.post-639628779539569598</id><published>2007-07-23T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T12:00:25.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answered prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;A really long time ago Dan and I drove cross country for 8 months and were able to see a little over half of the U.S.  it was at the end of this long trip in 1995 we decided to 1. getmarried2.  next time we go we want to go in an RV.  this prayer was thrown up in 1995.  took 12 years to get to fruition.  One of our friends is willing to give us a self sustaining ( we dont have to pull it with our own car) RV.  All we have to do is get it to our driveway. Of course we will need to fix it up but if theres anything I can do as a SAHM its use my time to clean and recycle! ~grins~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was thinking about the possibilities for a trip to Mass.&lt;br /&gt; ( more later )&lt;br /&gt;My honey came with Mc'ds so I 'm gonna give him his drive thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-639628779539569598?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/639628779539569598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9075540025212203124&amp;postID=639628779539569598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/639628779539569598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/639628779539569598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/2007/07/answered-prayers.html' title='Answered prayers'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396712877077719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075540025212203124.post-4911953734529026572</id><published>2007-07-22T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:21:05.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I am going to go back to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;my old ways.  i am going to journal the traditional way for now -- who knows I am a woman-- I could change my mind tommorrow--&lt;br /&gt;Right now I feel too vulnerable to hurt and potential pain if I bare my soul on a soulless computer screen. &lt;br /&gt;I have many many issues with trust.&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to check my blog and post "fun " stuff or "8 things you never knew about me"  song lyrics etc.but I already have a plethera of things I want toaccomplish and sitting in front of a screen for an extra 20 minutes is 20 I could be using towards accompishing my short and long term goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-4911953734529026572?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/4911953734529026572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9075540025212203124&amp;postID=4911953734529026572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/4911953734529026572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/4911953734529026572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-think-i-am-going-to-go-back-to.html' title='I think I am going to go back to...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396712877077719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075540025212203124.post-1598653916184469842</id><published>2007-07-22T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:15:47.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make new Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;but keep the old one is silver and the others Gold.  I learned that in girl scouts so true.  our lives are so richly Blessed by friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-1598653916184469842?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/1598653916184469842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9075540025212203124&amp;postID=1598653916184469842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/1598653916184469842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/1598653916184469842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/2007/07/make-new-friends.html' title='Make new Friends'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396712877077719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075540025212203124.post-1067535377265820675</id><published>2007-07-21T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T11:31:10.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>painted desert serenade</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;He tells her, "I want to paint you naked on a big brass bedwith bright orange poppies all around your head."And she says, "Crazy old man, I'm not young anymore.""That's all right," he whispers, "I've never painted before."Do you love me Lady Jane, Lady Jane?Do you love me Lady Jane, Lady Jane?You got me talkin' to the moon, you got me walkin' in the rain.Do you love me, do you love me Lady Jane?""I want to read your tea leaves by candle light.On a fat red velvet sofa, I want to be with you all night.I want to tickle your feet with a peacock plume."And she says, "Can you talk a little softer, there are people in the room.""Do you love me Lady Jane, Lady Jane?Do you love me Lady Jane, Lady Jane?You got me talkin' to the moon, you got me walkin' in the rain.Do you love me, do you love me Lady Jane?"And Jane says, "My children brought me here and promised me they'd call.You know kids forget that's just the way of it all."And he says, "Well, that makes us both footloose and fancy free,so Jane do you want to come see the Painted Desert with me?"Do you love me Lady Jane, Lady Jane?Do you love me Lady Jane, Lady Jane?You got me talkin' to the moon, you got me walkin' in the rain.Do you love me, do you love me Lady Jane?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-1067535377265820675?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/1067535377265820675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9075540025212203124&amp;postID=1067535377265820675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/1067535377265820675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/1067535377265820675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/2007/07/painted-desert-serenade.html' title='painted desert serenade'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396712877077719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075540025212203124.post-6952973422977806404</id><published>2007-07-19T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T10:06:28.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Going to try</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;to cut back smoking cigarrettes when I am not in a crowd.  that is just too hard.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to accomplish this goal ( cutting back personal use)using what worked for me in 2001 before I got pregnant with Jordan.  which was I surrounded my self instead ( of cigarrettes) with blow pops.  worked like a charm I had whittled down significantly.  so there its out there - remember I am not going to apply this to social settings..  and I will be smoking with my smoker friends. just not so much around dan. after all he essentially holds the cash.hes more likely to get me a bag of blowpops than he is to get me a pack of cigarrettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-6952973422977806404?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/6952973422977806404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9075540025212203124&amp;postID=6952973422977806404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/6952973422977806404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/6952973422977806404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-going-to-try.html' title='I am Going to try'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396712877077719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075540025212203124.post-7488297109472908259</id><published>2007-07-18T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T17:50:56.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In all fairness Gabbard pulled a much needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;W from his young skilled arm yesterday.  Maybe our bullpen will finally be strong enough to hold our comfortable lead.  WOW end of that hellish inning -- 6-4 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bullpen is notoriously not as deep as it could be with the money that clubhouse has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting hopes in fans to keep them motivated.  wish I was there to root with Ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-7488297109472908259?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/7488297109472908259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9075540025212203124&amp;postID=7488297109472908259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/7488297109472908259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/7488297109472908259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-all-fairness-gabbard-pulled-much.html' title='In all fairness Gabbard pulled a much needed'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396712877077719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075540025212203124.post-8949942890745351032</id><published>2007-07-18T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T17:47:50.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bottom of the fifth</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;KC has men on 1st and third with one out. they are behind one run.nope now its 5-3 Sox are down Tito sent out the pitching coach to talk to tavarez.  he gave up our lead .  we better not lose this game -- what the fuck is with the red sox and middle of July they always have a great 1st half of the season-- then-- in true traditional redsox fashion by august we will only have a 2 point spread between us and the evil empire.  Its like the first 10 days of July are slip and slide -- we're as the great simon and garfunkel put it Slip sliding away.  Our 10 point lead is slip sliding away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why Redsox fans are the " most loyal, the most tenacious, yet the most troubled of all baseball fans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Have to get back to the game to see if they pulled out tavarez -- The bullpen was heating up so I am assuming so unless Tito has changed his name to dumbass dumb fuck grady little letting PM ego piss away our 03 hopes at the series -- yes I am still bitter about that decision despite having the elation ( still ) from the 04 Championship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-8949942890745351032?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/8949942890745351032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9075540025212203124&amp;postID=8949942890745351032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/8949942890745351032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/8949942890745351032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/2007/07/bottom-of-fifth.html' title='bottom of the fifth'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396712877077719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075540025212203124.post-2561331097787401721</id><published>2007-07-18T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T09:42:05.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Anais Nin) in relation to Jewel Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="9a2810c1"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;(Anais Nin)&lt;br /&gt;1. “We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are” ~ Anis Nin&lt;br /&gt;"I want to live only for ecstacy. Small doses. Moderate Loves, all half shades, leave me cold.I like Extravagance Letters with which give the postman a stiff back to carry, books which overflow from their covers, sexuality which bursts the thermometers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the phone ring,&lt;br /&gt;let's go back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Let the world spin outside out door,&lt;br /&gt;you're the only one that I wanna see&lt;br /&gt;Tell your boss you're sick,&lt;br /&gt;hurry, get back in I'm getting cold&lt;br /&gt;Get over here and warm my hands up, boy,&lt;br /&gt;it's you they love to hold&lt;br /&gt;And stop thinking about what your sister said&lt;br /&gt;Stop worrying about it,&lt;br /&gt;the cat's already been fed&lt;br /&gt;Come on darlin',&lt;br /&gt;let's go back to bed&lt;br /&gt;Put the phone machine on hold&lt;br /&gt;Leave the dishes in the sink&lt;br /&gt;Do not answer the door&lt;br /&gt;It's you that I adore-I'm gonna give you some more&lt;br /&gt;We'll sit on the front porch,&lt;br /&gt;the sun can warm my feet&lt;br /&gt;You can drink you coffee with sugar and creamI'll drink my decaf herbal tea&lt;br /&gt;Pretend we're perfect strangers and that we never met...&lt;br /&gt;My how you remind me of a man I used to sleep with&lt;br /&gt;that's a face I'd never forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((((((((((((((wait for it here it is...))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;You can be Henry Miler and I'll be Anais Nin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except this time it'll be even better,&lt;br /&gt;We'll stay together in the end&lt;br /&gt;Come on darlin', let's go back to bed&lt;br /&gt;Put the phone machine on hold&lt;br /&gt;Leave the dishes in the sinkdo not answer the doorIt's you that I adore&lt;br /&gt;-I'm gonna give you some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-2561331097787401721?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/2561331097787401721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9075540025212203124&amp;postID=2561331097787401721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/2561331097787401721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/2561331097787401721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/2007/07/anis-nin-in-relation-to-jewel-lyrics.html' title='(Anais Nin) in relation to Jewel Lyrics'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396712877077719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075540025212203124.post-319667986497702382</id><published>2007-07-18T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T15:16:36.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;She comes from Boston&lt;br /&gt;Works at the jewelry store&lt;br /&gt;Down in the harbor&lt;br /&gt;Where the ferries come to shore&lt;br /&gt;She never really knew how good it would feel&lt;br /&gt;To finally find herself in a place so warm and real&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;She wears a Red Sox capTo hide her baby dreads&lt;br /&gt;The girl she was in New EnglandIs different now and then&lt;br /&gt;at all the local bars&lt;br /&gt;She flirts and tells the boys while they're talkin'&lt;br /&gt;She's from Boston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(resume lyrics)&lt;br /&gt;She comes from BostonTalks to her family now and then&lt;br /&gt;Through e-mails and postcardsShe tries to explain to them&lt;br /&gt;That education and occupation will have to wait for now&lt;br /&gt;She loves the Rasta, reggae rhythms,&lt;br /&gt; her dreams have changed somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;She wears a Red Sox cap&lt;br /&gt;To hide her baby dreads&lt;br /&gt;The girl she was in New England is different now and then&lt;br /&gt;In all the local barsShe flirts and tells the boys while they're talkin'She's from Boston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(resume lyrics)&lt;br /&gt;Her toes dig deep and deeper in the sand&lt;br /&gt;She's seduced by the sunsets and her new life at hand&lt;br /&gt;She wears a Red Sox cap&lt;br /&gt;To hide her baby dreads&lt;br /&gt;The girl she was in New EnglandIs&lt;br /&gt;different now and deadIn&lt;br /&gt;all the local bars&lt;br /&gt;She flirts and tells the boys while they're talkin'&lt;br /&gt;She's from BostonShe wears a Red Sox cap&lt;br /&gt;To hide her baby dreads&lt;br /&gt;From Boston&lt;br /&gt;She came to this island from Boston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-319667986497702382?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/319667986497702382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9075540025212203124&amp;postID=319667986497702382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/319667986497702382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/319667986497702382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/2007/07/boston.html' title='Boston'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396712877077719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075540025212203124.post-2549969436754843976</id><published>2007-07-18T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T15:10:41.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime by Kenny Chesney</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I love this song because it is pure, good beat, genuine, kid friendly ( mostly-- SOMe ppl w dirty minds could interpret two bare feet on the dashboard as a pseudo sexual activity reference -- but we are all adults and I'm sure we have all had sex in a car or at the very least - wanted two)  Just listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summertime is finally hereThat old ballpark, man, is back in gearOut on 49Man I can see the lightsSchool's out and the nights roll inMan, just like a long lost friendYou ain't seen in a whileAnd can't help but smileAnd it's two bare feet on the dashboardYoung love and an old FordCheap shades and a tattooAnd a Yoo-Hoo bottle on the floorboardPerfect song on the radioSing along 'cause it's one we knowIt's a smile, it's a kissIt's a sip of wine, it's summertimeSweet summertimeTemperature says 93Down at the Deposit and GuaranteeBut that swimmin' holeIt's nice and cold[Summertime Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com]Bikini bottoms underneathBut the boys' hearts still skip a beatWhen them girls shimmy offThem old cutoffsAnd it's two bare feet on the dashboardYoung love and an old FordCheap shades and a tattooAnd a Yoo-Hoo bottle on the floorboardPerfect song on the radioSing along 'cause it's one we knowIt's a smile, it's a kissIt's a sip of wine, it's summertimeSweet summertimeThe more things changeThe more they stay the sameDon't matter how old you areWhen you know what I'm talkin' 'boutYeah baby when you gotTwo bare feet on the dashboardYoung love and an old FordCheap shades and a tattooAnd a Yoo-Hoo bottle rollin' on the floorboardPerfect song on the radioSing along 'cause it's one we knowIt's a smile, it's a kissIt's a sip of wine, it's summertimeSweet summertime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-2549969436754843976?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/2549969436754843976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9075540025212203124&amp;postID=2549969436754843976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/2549969436754843976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/2549969436754843976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/2007/07/summertime-by-kenny-chesney.html' title='Summertime by Kenny Chesney'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396712877077719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075540025212203124.post-2777627696879453536</id><published>2007-07-18T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T15:05:40.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston by Augustana</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;In the light of the sun, is there anyone? Oh it has begun...Oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed,This world you must've crossed... you said...You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah,She saidYou don't know me, and you don't wear my chains... oh yeah,Essential yet appealed, carry all your thoughts acrossAn open field,When flowers gaze at you... they're not the only ones who cryWhen they see youYou said...You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah,She saidYou don't know me, and you don't wear my chains... oh yeah,She said I think I'll go to Boston...I think I'll start a new life,I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,I think I'll get a lover and fly em out to Spain...I think I'll go to Boston,I think that I'm just tiredI think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice... oh yeah,You don't know me, you don't even care...Boston... where no one knows my name... yeahWhere no one knows my name...Where no one knows my name...Yeah Boston...Where no one knows my name.[Thanks to Tyler Coleman (dapatsrno1@hotmail.com) for these lyrics][Thanks to quaries89@zoominternet.net, xoMirman@hotmail.com, Lee, Marisa, David, xxnikesoccer17xx@aol.com, Brittany, Tyler Jones, Blue for correcting these lyrics]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-2777627696879453536?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/2777627696879453536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9075540025212203124&amp;postID=2777627696879453536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/2777627696879453536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/2777627696879453536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/2007/07/boston-by-augustana.html' title='Boston by Augustana'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396712877077719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075540025212203124.post-3063018806845044146</id><published>2007-07-18T14:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T14:39:42.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked Garden STP</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Can you feel like a child?Can you see what I want?I wanna run through your wicked gardenHeard that's the place to find yaBut I'm aliveSo alive nowI know the darkness blinds youCan you see without eyes?Can you speak without lies?I wanna drink from you naked fountainI can drown your sorrowsI'm gonna burn, burn you to life nowOut of the chains that bind youCan you see just like a child?Can you see just what I want?Can I bring you back to life?Are you scared of life?Burn, burn, burnBurn your wicked garden downBurn, burn, burnBurn your wicked garden to the groundCan you feel pain inside?Can you love?Can you cry?I wanna run through your wicked gardenHeard that's the place to find you'Cause I'm aliveSo alive nowOut of the dark that blinds youCan you see just like a child?Can you see just what I want?Can I bring you back to life?Are you scared of life?Burn, burn, burnBurn your wicked garden downBurn, burn, burnBurn your wicked garden to the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-3063018806845044146?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/3063018806845044146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9075540025212203124&amp;postID=3063018806845044146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/3063018806845044146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/3063018806845044146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/2007/07/wicked-garden-stp.html' title='Wicked Garden STP'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396712877077719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075540025212203124.post-2566929638774233001</id><published>2007-07-18T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T14:28:25.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret gardens</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I believe every woman has a "secret garden"&lt;br /&gt;that she only lets a select few in to see.&lt;br /&gt;I know I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll let you in her houseIf you come knockin' late at nightShe'll let you in her mouthIf the words you say are rightIf you pay the priceShe'll let you deep insideBut there's a secret garden she hidesShe'll let you in her carTo go drivin' roundShe'll let you into the parts of herselfThat'll bring you downShe'll let you in her heartIf you got a hammer and a viseBut into her secret garden, don't think twiceYou've gone a million milesHow far'd you getTo that place where you can't rememberAnd you can't forgetShe'll lead you down a pathThere'll be tenderness in the airShe'll let you come just far enoughSo you know she's really thereShe'll look at you and smileAnd her eyes will sayShe's got a secret gardenWhere everything you wantWhere everything you needWill always stayA million miles away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-2566929638774233001?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/2566929638774233001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9075540025212203124&amp;postID=2566929638774233001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/2566929638774233001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/2566929638774233001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/2007/07/secret-gardens.html' title='Secret gardens'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396712877077719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075540025212203124.post-807240875631618808</id><published>2007-07-18T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T14:22:23.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puleeeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;watch the video Secret Garden by Bruce Springsteen at the bottom of my screen horizontally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the second box in   - I want this as my default song but I can't seem to figure out how can anyone help!?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-807240875631618808?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/807240875631618808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9075540025212203124&amp;postID=807240875631618808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/807240875631618808'/><link rel='self' 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valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Ok Right now its 6 :58 AM&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at about 10:30 am( yesterday -- uh .. duh..?) took a nap - got up again around 4:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently listening to Rockstar by Nickelback.&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to the 07 sox at bat / taking the mound playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness I love this song.  great beat. great lyrics. Clearly describes the differences between needs and wants.  I find this beat to be crazy sexy which I never even gave this song a chance until I learned someone on the red sox likes it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my I used the word sexy. Good for me!! growing up in the catholic church I have related any t&lt;em&gt;hought&lt;/em&gt; of sex to be equated with a confession box and an older celebate man.  which of course theres then penance -- If you were a ."strict " catholic it meant FINISHING A rosary  not just a few hail mary's.  I remember staying on my knees for up to half an hour  in the sanctuary === for ----  get this  confessing that I touched ( grazed) a penis while in the swimming pool.  I came back and finished this thought temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interruption I think After talking to Dan and Caroline I understand why Willie moe Pena plays this damned old ass country song.  Thanks guys I need to stop playing it b 4 I get sick of it hold on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Iron Man is on..&lt;br /&gt;fantastic opening.  dare I say sexy in a head banger way.  Ah yes it all comes back to sex.  ( It always does at this particular age of 34 -- What was God thinking making our sexual peaks differrent..??Yes Yes I know you two blog readers you - you'll be fortunate to not have to survive this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I now finally know what a horny sailor ( i.e.-- dan )  was feeling while he was sowing his oats across continents.  Except of course I have no oats to sow nor do I have any interest in sowing if I did.  I am however consumed by an inner passion that I haven't felt since Dan was ending his peak when he met me -- just out of the Navy.  He was 22 I was 21. we did it every where, all the time - like bunnies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his sexual peak faded, my libido waxed and waned with my cycle.  We were like walking through a desert with periods of Monsoons.  then came Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there was a kicker NOONE can ever prepare you for.  Suddenly foods you love make you want to hurl like a groupie at the end of a long night of drinkin.  all I had to do was glance or even walk by the raw meat and I would dry fuckin heave-- right there in the middle of the Lake Waccamaw small ass country store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( side note Now I am listening to This is why I'm hot -- Man I love big papi- Hes every redsox fan's &lt;strong&gt;daddy&lt;/strong&gt; in clutch situations )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to pregnancy.  Before I got pregnant my nipples were an erogenous  zone.  about 2 weeks into it I had to actually beg dan NOT to touch me.  I began craving crazy shit like olives and spinach. And that first trimester I was sooo tired.  And my nausea was not just morning it was any random moment and I'd puke if I smelled anything too strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is this---- pregnancy and having children puts your sex life on slow.  Especially when I chose to breast feed for 2 1/2 years.  well worth the exhaustion etc b/c booby milk really is best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am finally tired I think its now 7:31 AM  but I am updating my myspace pics so I have to wait until my pics load on ot the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show stopper.  Ok so I think I made my point that pregnancy/ children put some brakes on.  I must have this alarm bell going off telling me my eggs are getting old because I am as horny as a bitch in heat . No fucking joke -- dan being away and me being away was like a slow death- at least if the catholic church ever got wind of  some of the things I allowed into my mind while we were apart. So my title was Whew! all I have to say is Whew I am glad my DH is back.  PTL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it thru in one piece !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-567044155928392511?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/567044155928392511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9075540025212203124&amp;postID=567044155928392511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/567044155928392511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/567044155928392511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/2007/07/whew.html' title='Whew'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396712877077719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075540025212203124.post-4868924433620728166</id><published>2007-07-10T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T03:57:58.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="1ee7339"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was a great fun ( mostly ) road trip. I got to see almost all my family but honestly it would take like 2 weeks to see them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-4868924433620728166?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/4868924433620728166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9075540025212203124&amp;postID=4868924433620728166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/4868924433620728166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/4868924433620728166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396712877077719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075540025212203124.post-8771914719136554111</id><published>2007-06-26T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T18:48:41.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;So this is my first blog.&lt;br /&gt;While looking through some pictures today I realized what a very BLESSED life I have lived, am living, and I am confident there will be many more BLESSED moments.  I have the BEST family and friends anyone could ask for!&lt;br /&gt;Well I promised my son I would play checkers with him so I will attempt to write more later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-8771914719136554111?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/8771914719136554111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9075540025212203124&amp;postID=8771914719136554111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/8771914719136554111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/8771914719136554111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-this-is-my-first-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396712877077719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075540025212203124.post-540511140380560475</id><published>2007-06-23T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T21:29:00.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fairies'/><title type='text'>To be a fairy ...</title><content type='html'>Fairies are invisible and inaudible like angels.  But their magic sparkles in nature.  ~Lynn Holland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fairy poet takes a sheetOf moonbeam, silver white;His ink is dew from daisies sweet,His pen a point of light.~Joyce Kilmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread your wings and let the fairy in you fly!  ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come away, O human child!To the waters and the wildWith a faery hand in hand,For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.~William Butler Yeats, "The Stolen Child"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each fairy breath of summer, as it blows with loveliness, inspires the blushing rose.  ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We call them faerie.  We don't believe in them.  Our loss.  ~Charles de Lint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the seasons come and go, here's something you might like to know.  There are fairies everywhere:  under bushes, in the air, playing games just like you play, singing through their busy day.  So listen, touch, and look around - in the air and on the ground.  And if you watch all nature's things, you might just see a fairy's wing.  ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we opened our minds to enjoyment, we might find tranquil pleasures spread about us on every side.  We might live with the angels that visit us on every sunbeam, and sit with the fairies who wait on every flower.  ~Samuel Smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that people who can't believe in fairies aren't worth knowing.  ~Tori Amos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels, pixies, faerie dustTreading love and living lust.~Jaesse Tyler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops are like fairy whispers.  ~Author Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075540025212203124-540511140380560475?l=afairiesdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/feeds/540511140380560475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9075540025212203124&amp;postID=540511140380560475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/540511140380560475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9075540025212203124/posts/default/540511140380560475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afairiesdream.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-be-fairy.html' title='To be a fairy ...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07396712877077719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
