<?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-37239644</id><updated>2011-12-08T20:20:31.920-08:00</updated><category term='information'/><category term='age'/><category term='dating'/><category term='rant'/><category term='family'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>The Nanny Rambles. The Bree Rants. The Working Girl</title><subtitle type='html'>a forum for me to express the things that float around in my head.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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>193</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37239644.post-9052609316729714100</id><published>2011-12-08T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T20:20:32.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fw: Ghetto city cards</title><content type='html'>Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;p&gt;-----Original Message-----&lt;br&gt;From: &lt;a href="mailto:bree.briggs@yahoo.com"&gt;bree.briggs@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Date: Fri, 9 Dec 2011 04:22:03 &lt;br&gt;To: Bree&amp;lt;&lt;a href="mailto:bree.briggs@yahoo.com"&gt;bree.briggs@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;Reply-To: &lt;a href="mailto:bree.briggs@yahoo.com"&gt;bree.briggs@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Subject: Ghetto city cards&lt;p&gt;Someone was on yesterday making fun of her friend for taking Christmas cards to a better town for the postmark. This place really gets to me, I guess. I hesitated before dropping mine in the ghetto city&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-9052609316729714100?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/9052609316729714100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=9052609316729714100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/9052609316729714100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/9052609316729714100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2011/12/fw-ghetto-city-cards.html' title='Fw: Ghetto city cards'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-2645404560492746245</id><published>2011-12-08T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T18:58:01.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pregnant</title><content type='html'>Oh never mind your sister who got knocked up, she was just doing so to donate the cord blood to her sister with MS&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-2645404560492746245?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/2645404560492746245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=2645404560492746245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/2645404560492746245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/2645404560492746245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2011/12/pregnant.html' title='The pregnant'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-5665766648587008344</id><published>2011-12-08T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T18:55:43.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninja kid</title><content type='html'>In a waiting room today, I watched as an older woman began chatting with 4 dcs (one family), in that grandmotherly way. I guess the oldest was maybe 8, the youngest maybe 2? So one of the middle girls was clearly very shy, staring at the ground, while the other three chatted happily (mom was checking in at desk). So the grandma says to the middle girl, and what&amp;#39;s YOUR name?, and the girl won&amp;#39;t answer, and finally the woman says, oh, you&amp;#39;re the shy one, that&amp;#39;s okay! And the boy jerks his thumb towards his sister and says to the woman, &amp;quot;Oh, her? She&amp;#39;s not shy, she&amp;#39;s actually training to be a ninja.&amp;quot; The other kids nod. &lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-5665766648587008344?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/5665766648587008344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=5665766648587008344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/5665766648587008344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/5665766648587008344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2011/12/ninja-kid.html' title='Ninja kid'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-8902478037286669173</id><published>2011-12-07T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T19:11:10.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the divorce</title><content type='html'>Friends are getting a divorce because the. Husband wears a cape&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-8902478037286669173?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/8902478037286669173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=8902478037286669173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/8902478037286669173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/8902478037286669173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2011/12/divorce.html' title='the divorce'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-821997169901934544</id><published>2011-10-23T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T21:45:16.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>Cousins&lt;br&gt;2nd cousins&lt;br&gt;I have a great grams that has yet to meet baby Ryann...&lt;p&gt;I long for that day when we can take a picture of 4 generations...&lt;p&gt;I so want a family, birthdays, first days of school...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;I got to hold baby Ryann for a few minutes. The 2nd time!&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-821997169901934544?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/821997169901934544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=821997169901934544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/821997169901934544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/821997169901934544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2011/10/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-3734306334113375732</id><published>2011-10-22T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T21:47:34.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ew Dear Sara Finger Dwyer Price</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;I am hesitant to attend if bree is there&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;How about move past it. This shit between us happened almost 3+ years ago.  I am so embarrased thaat now a load of people know this thanks to some weird FWD Fwd FWD by facebook.&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow 4 generation picture!&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-3734306334113375732?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/3734306334113375732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=3734306334113375732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/3734306334113375732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/3734306334113375732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2011/10/ew-dear-sara-finger-dwyer-price.html' title='Ew Dear Sara Finger Dwyer Price'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-1964917976919665017</id><published>2011-10-19T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T22:10:12.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt B finally meets Ryann</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iAylU1HUu8/Tp-tNMCm0UI/AAAAAAAAAEs/q3qLvARQ3Fg/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FMjAxMS0xMC0wOTk1MTItMzEtNTA5NTgyNi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-712428"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iAylU1HUu8/Tp-tNMCm0UI/AAAAAAAAAEs/q3qLvARQ3Fg/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FMjAxMS0xMC0wOTk1MTItMzEtNTA5NTgyNi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-712428"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665437298337435970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So its official! I finally met her. The precious little addition that makes my brother and steph a family.&lt;p&gt;Can I say I am jealous? I envy that they have what I cannot have.&lt;p&gt;Layin in bed trying to figure out how best to have child +husband+ nannies...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;------ MMS ------&lt;br&gt;From: 7142678086/TYPE=PLMN&lt;br&gt;Received: Oct 9, 2011 3:11 PM&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-1964917976919665017?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/1964917976919665017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=1964917976919665017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/1964917976919665017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/1964917976919665017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2011/10/aunt-b-finally-meets-ryann.html' title='Aunt B finally meets Ryann'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iAylU1HUu8/Tp-tNMCm0UI/AAAAAAAAAEs/q3qLvARQ3Fg/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FMjAxMS0xMC0wOTk1MTItMzEtNTA5NTgyNi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-712428' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37239644.post-3155512296258993575</id><published>2011-10-13T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T20:26:32.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That time again IMG00527-20110929-1726.jpg</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ffNBJ151Huo/Tper6Be8Z3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/WJzW9Z4uhTE/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA1MjctMjAxMTA5MjktMTcyNi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-792667"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ffNBJ151Huo/Tper6Be8Z3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/WJzW9Z4uhTE/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA1MjctMjAxMTA5MjktMTcyNi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-792667"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663184069760673650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Its that time again... When the biological clock says.....&lt;p&gt;Drink less, but go out more&lt;br&gt;Get a high rise studio, but don&amp;#39;t bounce check to landlord for $995!!&lt;br&gt;Have a mom car, oh you do. Congrats on mom car&lt;br&gt;Get a better job, go out more, guys might notice you and help pay your rent and impregnate you. lose weight, go out more, guya might notice skinny you...  get knocked up and still live in high rise where you can work out while nanny tends to the twins.&lt;p&gt;Moral of the story a bunch of clocks are ticking and I guess I have to go out more!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-3155512296258993575?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/3155512296258993575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=3155512296258993575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/3155512296258993575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/3155512296258993575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2011/10/that-time-again-img00527-20110929.html' title='That time again IMG00527-20110929-1726.jpg'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ffNBJ151Huo/Tper6Be8Z3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/WJzW9Z4uhTE/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA1MjctMjAxMTA5MjktMTcyNi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-792667' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37239644.post-5093639858801128707</id><published>2011-10-03T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T15:57:27.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fw:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bmzklg4ShlU/Too92N78b2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/yqPM-74URE8/s1600/IMAG0088-747688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bmzklg4ShlU/Too92N78b2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/yqPM-74URE8/s320/IMAG0088-747688.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659403883407765346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He is seeing someone else... Doesn&amp;#39;t want to lead me on.... Pussy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-5093639858801128707?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/5093639858801128707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=5093639858801128707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/5093639858801128707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/5093639858801128707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2011/10/fw.html' title='Fw:'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bmzklg4ShlU/Too92N78b2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/yqPM-74URE8/s72-c/IMAG0088-747688.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37239644.post-3919967476817457354</id><published>2011-09-20T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T12:12:00.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ass Play Guys' new GF.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WQy8UaaYpP8/TnjlgQ_rsEI/AAAAAAAAADs/4R_Oz9s_ooA/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA0OTItMjAxMTA5MjAtMTIxNi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-720972"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WQy8UaaYpP8/TnjlgQ_rsEI/AAAAAAAAADs/4R_Oz9s_ooA/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA0OTItMjAxMTA5MjAtMTIxNi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-720972"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654521674644303938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ew.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ass Play guy went with her? She is 24 and looks like a clown. But she won. I lost.. But judging from this I bet I am the real winner in all this. &lt;p&gt;LOL my internet dating days are numbered&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-3919967476817457354?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/3919967476817457354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=3919967476817457354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/3919967476817457354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/3919967476817457354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2011/09/ass-play-guys-new-gf.html' title='Ass Play Guys&apos; new GF.'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WQy8UaaYpP8/TnjlgQ_rsEI/AAAAAAAAADs/4R_Oz9s_ooA/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA0OTItMjAxMTA5MjAtMTIxNi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-720972' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37239644.post-5626039903338433199</id><published>2011-09-19T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T20:24:20.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm driving like perfect"</title><content type='html'>This is what my friend says after having &amp;quot;like&amp;quot; three bites of a pot brownie.&lt;p&gt;All I could say was &amp;quot;lol oh ok&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Funny but wrong, she is only taking her car from the street to the garage and its like, late.&lt;p&gt;Ass Play Guy (matt) didn&amp;#39;t call or text. Loser. I gave him a rub and tug too... Add a massage and I should send him an invoice.&lt;p&gt;I miss the kids I nanny for. Some days I truly just want to grab them and hang out at the park.&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-5626039903338433199?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/5626039903338433199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=5626039903338433199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/5626039903338433199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/5626039903338433199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-driving-like-perfect.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m driving like perfect&quot;'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-4340404126352039789</id><published>2011-09-19T14:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T14:28:12.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ass play guy is single again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" &gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font: inherit;"&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE style="BORDER-LEFT: rgb(16,16,255) 2px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;DIV id=yiv1596903778&gt; &lt;TABLE border=0 cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD vAlign=top&gt;Ass Play Guy (Nick named this for his weird butt/smacking/insert fetish) He has totally been deleted from my Phone. Sorry Buddy. You are done. Such a shame too he almost made it to date three where I put out and try to get pregnant and trap him into support payments for 18 years.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Probably best. Think its going to be The Cat, Some Wine and TV for a few more weeks. MY eggs will remain unfertalized.. Although my ticking Biological clock says "tick tick thats the sound of time running out"&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BLOCKQUOTE style="BORDER-LEFT: rgb(16,16,255) 2px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px"&gt; &lt;DIV class=yiv1596903778plainMail&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-4340404126352039789?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/4340404126352039789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=4340404126352039789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/4340404126352039789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/4340404126352039789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2011/09/ass-play-guy-is-single-again_19.html' title='Ass play guy is single again.'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-5800984845830557215</id><published>2011-09-16T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T14:02:08.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzzz let's take the sluttiest prego pics ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RcRj-9UJoAA/TnO5UYpr-gI/AAAAAAAAADc/qtmI6FYM3CI/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FenowMy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-728890"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RcRj-9UJoAA/TnO5UYpr-gI/AAAAAAAAADc/qtmI6FYM3CI/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FenowMy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-728890"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653065717145926146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is my hairdresser/ sister in law / dad&amp;#39;s girlfriends daughter&lt;p&gt;And she looks like a 15 year old sloot bag, I&amp;#39;m Jealous ...&lt;p&gt;Not. She probably photoshopped the epic stretch marks off&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-5800984845830557215?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/5800984845830557215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=5800984845830557215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/5800984845830557215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/5800984845830557215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2011/09/zzzzz-lets-take-sluttiest-prego-pics.html' title='Zzzzz let&apos;s take the sluttiest prego pics ever!'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RcRj-9UJoAA/TnO5UYpr-gI/AAAAAAAAADc/qtmI6FYM3CI/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FenowMy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-728890' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37239644.post-647900797824254427</id><published>2011-09-16T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T12:21:09.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So what does he want?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slQu6fuSezI/TnOhpifqYvI/AAAAAAAAADU/WZxl8blK7mw/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FVW5uYW1lZC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-769928"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slQu6fuSezI/TnOhpifqYvI/AAAAAAAAADU/WZxl8blK7mw/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FVW5uYW1lZC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-769928"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653039692286419698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Plenty Of Fish date (nick name: Ass Play Guy) cancelled the date tonight...&lt;p&gt;At least he did it in a suit.. He is cute.. I think... Despite the fact he likes to do Butt stuff. &lt;p&gt;I am desperate. And twins don&amp;#39;t run in his family so if he doesn&amp;#39;t stand me up next time he might just get it &amp;quot;in&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Maybe&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-647900797824254427?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/647900797824254427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=647900797824254427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/647900797824254427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/647900797824254427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-what-does-he-want.html' title='So what does he want?'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slQu6fuSezI/TnOhpifqYvI/AAAAAAAAADU/WZxl8blK7mw/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FVW5uYW1lZC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-769928' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37239644.post-3426289963407385314</id><published>2011-09-15T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T12:22:44.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The golf cart IMG00456-20110912-0835.jpg</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3fHnrH3qec/TnJQhXzwujI/AAAAAAAAADM/5i8T8YeoIks/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA0NTYtMjAxMTA5MTItMDgzNS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-764718"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3fHnrH3qec/TnJQhXzwujI/AAAAAAAAADM/5i8T8YeoIks/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA0NTYtMjAxMTA5MTItMDgzNS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-764718"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652669016560417330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This was my ride to work for 4 days.. I got passed up by a school bus and the kids just stared..&lt;p&gt;I was humiliated by elementary school kids...&lt;p&gt;Hours later I was in a car dealership lying through my teeth trying to finance a car...&lt;p&gt;Success...&lt;p&gt;Ass Play guy has not called.. I am guessing he found another skinner hotter kinkier chick.&lt;p&gt;Whatevers me and Prius Dellilah will go cruise PCH for vegan lover boys&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-3426289963407385314?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/3426289963407385314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=3426289963407385314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/3426289963407385314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/3426289963407385314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2011/09/golf-cart-img00456-20110912-0835jpg.html' title='The golf cart IMG00456-20110912-0835.jpg'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3fHnrH3qec/TnJQhXzwujI/AAAAAAAAADM/5i8T8YeoIks/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA0NTYtMjAxMTA5MTItMDgzNS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-764718' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37239644.post-6254712604176626371</id><published>2011-09-13T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T15:13:21.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So is this true love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1yoxb6RPHSI/Tm_VgTviETI/AAAAAAAAADE/tRCKxLbzUnQ/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FVW5uYW1lZC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-701146"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1yoxb6RPHSI/Tm_VgTviETI/AAAAAAAAADE/tRCKxLbzUnQ/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FVW5uYW1lZC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-701146"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651970808405430578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I swore I would never have more than 5 boyfriends/ partners.. So is he magic #5 ?? Its possible. Despite the ass play he may enjoy this guy could be a keeper... A banker... And a smarty... And he likes the chub chub girls (yay me!) &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;So let&amp;#39;s all keep our fingers crossed and our knees on the ground &lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-6254712604176626371?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/6254712604176626371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=6254712604176626371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/6254712604176626371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/6254712604176626371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-is-this-true-love.html' title='So is this true love?'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1yoxb6RPHSI/Tm_VgTviETI/AAAAAAAAADE/tRCKxLbzUnQ/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FVW5uYW1lZC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-701146' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37239644.post-8504912518087506767</id><published>2011-09-10T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T22:30:29.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My years younger sister took my socks which drove me crazy..&lt;br&gt; Its hard but I would pay anything to not be at home of either of my parents (I happily  pay $1000 to live alone) and not deal with sister or parents... Which makes some parts of life so conflicting... Which comes first the car, house or health insurance... Which goes next? Wedding, house, baby, Job..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So my car is gone... So far I&amp;#39;ve taken a taxi 3 times... And my mom helped slightly solve the problem by letting me borrow an electric vehicle... It will get me to work but that&amp;#39;s it... I am thankful though... It is embarrassing as heck though cause really its just a slightly expensive golf cart&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am babysitting right now, she&amp;#39;s about 6 months old... I feel little ticking of my biological clock, even though the baby screamed for like 2 hours (teething &amp;amp; fever)&lt;br&gt;I still really think I would be a happy mom and wife..  I kinda think the world will throw me for a loop and give me twins or triplets... Imagine that would be so hard! But do you ever get those &amp;quot;motherly&amp;quot; feelings..? Spending more time with a baby and being a part of her life is definately ticking the bio clock &lt;br&gt;I am totally watching Jersey Shore Now, I feel like I should do dishes or wash some clothes..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-8504912518087506767?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/8504912518087506767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=8504912518087506767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/8504912518087506767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/8504912518087506767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-years-younger-sister-took-my-socks.html' title=''/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-8822119544059019964</id><published>2011-08-31T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T22:49:42.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family makes 5 or 6 ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jj3J-P2AzgQ/Tl8c9zkNtNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NggON5Kb0gc/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FVW5uYW1lZC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-782918"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jj3J-P2AzgQ/Tl8c9zkNtNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NggON5Kb0gc/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FVW5uYW1lZC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-782918"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647264305885590738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My brother had a baby girl. She is pretty. I could be happy for him, its like to me... I&amp;#39;ll congratulate you when you when you are a year into parenting not 11 minutes into it. So wrong right? I called later &amp;quot;congratulations on the birth I wish you nothing but joy&amp;quot; it still stings that I was not invited to the baby shower and my brother said &amp;quot;you will never get to touch my daughter&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Picking up the phone is hard... And sometimes a comment on facebook really goes a long way. I am very lonely in this world and its nice to get feedback from other people. And for others they send the hate through facebook, hence that picture missing (me) the 6th family member.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Its not to say I don&amp;#39;t have some of the blame, I work, hard and long hours and do not take time off... Like Tomorrow  I have to wake up at 5am and get to work by 6am to stop a delivery that could cost the company $250, but its my error so it could come out of my paycheck. All because someone said deliver &amp;quot;a&amp;quot; fixed  forklift and I thought they said deliver a &amp;quot;part&amp;quot; for a forklift &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Doctor is ordering a lot of tests on me to see if I have diabetes, chemical imbalance,  thyroid, cholesterol.. Anything to justify my weight gain and insomnia. When really its just TV, beer and mayo. Mixed with a whole lot of lonely depression.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; I am so sad, it should be me having a baby, having a career (with health insurance), buying a  house, owning cars, having a man who wants to have babies with me... So I am heartbroken.. I want that so bad! No one knows it but I have &amp;quot;dreams&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;I told my mom and she said &amp;quot;you&amp;#39;ll have a husband one day, just exercise and lose weight&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; I feel like I spin my wheels, wake up earlier and work harder. they are still threatening me to repossessed my car!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; I need a vacation!!! :) the closest offer of vacation is to take 2 days off, travel a few miles do some &amp;quot;shopping&amp;quot; so I&amp;#39;m still working, just better hours&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Word of the day: Boner&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-8822119544059019964?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/8822119544059019964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=8822119544059019964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/8822119544059019964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/8822119544059019964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2011/08/family-makes-5-or-6.html' title='Family makes 5 or 6 ?'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jj3J-P2AzgQ/Tl8c9zkNtNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NggON5Kb0gc/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FVW5uYW1lZC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-782918' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37239644.post-6730296400304981142</id><published>2011-08-29T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T17:56:20.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am her Aunt B. But she doesn't know it</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--1fpY-EyA_4/Tlw1NV2FciI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ipRMy_AJX0Q/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FVW5uYW1lZC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-780677"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--1fpY-EyA_4/Tlw1NV2FciI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ipRMy_AJX0Q/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FVW5uYW1lZC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-780677"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646446536134324770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dear StephBitch:&lt;p&gt;You had a beautiful daughter, I am sure it was an amazing day.&lt;p&gt;Thank you for excluding me from the baby shower and Ryann Noel&amp;#39;s birth. Instead of Brother, sister, sister, baby.. Its just Brother, sister and baby in the picture. &lt;p&gt;instead of being at the hospital with balloons, flowers and smiles... I drink a margarita and watch Dexter. Neither happy nor sad. I hope you are a great mother to my first Niece. I hope you are an outstanding faithful woman for my brother. I don&amp;#39;t have high hopes. I think you are lazy and drugged, spoiled and ill mannered.&lt;p&gt;Congratulations on the baby, I wish you nothing but joy.&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-6730296400304981142?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/6730296400304981142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=6730296400304981142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/6730296400304981142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/6730296400304981142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am-her-aunt-b-but-she-doesnt-know-it.html' title='I am her Aunt B. But she doesn&apos;t know it'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--1fpY-EyA_4/Tlw1NV2FciI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ipRMy_AJX0Q/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FVW5uYW1lZC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-780677' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37239644.post-4262017769766470765</id><published>2011-05-16T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T21:22:48.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We could never learn to be brave &amp; patient, if there were only joys in the world. -Helen Keller"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pyV4gldTrN8/TdH4GMHSmmI/AAAAAAAAACo/KUytoFhbagQ/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAzMzAtMjAxMTA1MTYtMTczMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-768324"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pyV4gldTrN8/TdH4GMHSmmI/AAAAAAAAACo/KUytoFhbagQ/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAzMzAtMjAxMTA1MTYtMTczMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-768324"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607535796267686498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Being patient right now. Waiting. Watching. Wondering...&lt;p&gt;Do I make a good impression? Does my person-ability and lack of drama make up for triple digit bad credit score... WAIT I have the money though!! This time I have the money!!&lt;p&gt;There won&amp;#39;t be any mess to clean up this time. Nice and clean. I like it that way&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-4262017769766470765?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/4262017769766470765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=4262017769766470765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/4262017769766470765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/4262017769766470765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-could-never-learn-to-be-brave.html' title='We could never learn to be brave &amp; patient, if there were only joys in the world. -Helen Keller&quot;'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pyV4gldTrN8/TdH4GMHSmmI/AAAAAAAAACo/KUytoFhbagQ/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAzMzAtMjAxMTA1MTYtMTczMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-768324' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37239644.post-4412526933587847932</id><published>2011-03-24T02:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T02:26:19.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These eyes are windows</title><content type='html'>Love Birds no more. Such a shame. Can&amp;#39;t say I didn&amp;#39;t see through it.&lt;p&gt;As I lay awake I contemplate the desire which I feel I must go to, to ensure I don&amp;#39;t bring another child into this fucked up world, into my genetically in-superior life. Can&amp;#39;t do it. Anyone who thinks they can are lying. Ryan and Steph find out soon, raises question if I will be mother for that baby when she Steph off&amp;#39;s herself? I didn&amp;#39;t bring it into this world. Amber and Matt.&lt;p&gt;Don&amp;#39;t start. My dad does appear to be an ATM.&lt;p&gt;Mom is too, try so hard never to accept her money.   &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Where shall I go? I cannot keep living in someone else&amp;#39;s mess. One life after another, not mine. When do I find that life that is a perfect fit?&lt;p&gt;Have my cat. Best companion ever. Debate taking dog out for a walk, would never, do that, to another person. Karma is not kind to those&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-4412526933587847932?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/4412526933587847932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=4412526933587847932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/4412526933587847932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/4412526933587847932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2011/03/these-eyes-are-windows.html' title='These eyes are windows'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-7330824976322314251</id><published>2011-01-16T03:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T03:32:40.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait what just happen to my family tree?</title><content type='html'>Sitting next to my Pop&amp;#39;s chair. He&amp;#39;s not there, but maybe if I look at his chair things will clear up.&lt;p&gt;Or just be comforted knowing how much he loved me.&lt;p&gt;And let him know how confused I am and wish no one had ever started this lie.&lt;p&gt;Worth mention is the imperfect life and the unhealthy attitude towards babies. This stems from the first baby, born 18 years after his oldest sibling, this baby was a tumor.. Worth note because this also factors into the denial of the second baby, of the third generation... &lt;p&gt;Sometime before 1958. Maybe 1956 give or take 13 months...&lt;p&gt;A baby girl was born. This baby girl died. Or so it was believed.&lt;p&gt;In fact this baby girl was born to a mistress, this baby girl did not die, but was given up for adoption. Because in 1958 you did not have a child by yourself, with a married man. &lt;p&gt;This is no fault of anyone. This is a lie that has multiplied because of circumstance. They have carried secrets and perpetuated lies because of circumstance and selfishness. I possess neither&lt;p&gt;The mistress, carried on her life as though her daughter had died. &lt;p&gt;She mourned that child, to this day. Mourning turns into anger and resentment.&lt;p&gt;This mistress, She is my grandmother, and that baby girl who died is my mom.&lt;p&gt;Now nobody leads a perfect and upstanding life. But they say past- predicts your present. And in the first weeks of 2011 past is trying and in some ways succeeding in predicting itself.&lt;p&gt;Except for me. As I need to uncover the truth, and remedy this situation for myself so that my past does not become my future.&lt;p&gt;And so I sit. Near my grandfathers chair, hopeful that in death he can answer the questions he couldn&amp;#39;t face in life. Or didn&amp;#39;t feel the need to face in life. But now I must because I need to understand myself.&lt;p&gt;And I need closure and or at least to calm these crazy assumptions.&lt;p&gt;You see this baby girl, was adopted, given to a family that could give her everything she otherwise may not have had. Except the one thing she may have always needed was to identify.&lt;p&gt;Or now that may just be the one thing I need. I did not identify with the people who I believed to be my Poppa and Grandma. I loved them, I respected them, but I didn&amp;#39;t understand them. And I believe that slight empty little feeling is shared between myself and that dead baby girl, my mother. &lt;p&gt;At some point, the mistress became the wife, and then the ex-wife and then the wife again. &lt;p&gt;I suspect the Wife, my grandmother, divorced after a serious crime occurred. But I have no confirmation of this and to believe in speculation is going to destroy me. A crime of passion, fueled by rage, jealousy and that evil yet so tempting product called alcohol.&lt;p&gt;Back to the story, the dead baby girl had a decent life, she had money, she had no relatives though, and the one relative she did have she wanted to marry. Except she married the man that looked like her, so that her children would look like her... And she may have married just to settle. Not for love. &lt;p&gt;Back to these decisions which turned from lies to secrets... Alcohol was involved. In every step of the way, this scares me. But now so do guns and motorcycles. I debate ever drinking beer again, forget the hard stuff... Never in my life will I touch those three.  &lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m going to stick with Mashed Potatoes. Maybe a beer monday when I attempt to extract information from my father. But that&amp;#39;s a whole other side of the family tree, involving more secrets and lies, abuse, neglect, death and silence. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;    &lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-7330824976322314251?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/7330824976322314251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=7330824976322314251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/7330824976322314251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/7330824976322314251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2011/01/wait-what-just-happen-to-my-family-tree.html' title='Wait what just happen to my family tree?'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-5336383834918744829</id><published>2011-01-13T20:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T20:03:09.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I hope you had the time of your life"</title><content type='html'>If tears could build a stairway&lt;br&gt;and thoughts a memory lane&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;d walk right up to heaven&lt;br&gt;and bring you home again&lt;br&gt;No Farewell words were spoken&lt;br&gt;No time to say good-bye&lt;br&gt;You were gone before I knew it&lt;br&gt;And only God knows why.&lt;p&gt;My heart&amp;#39;s still active in sadness&lt;br&gt;And secret tears still flow&lt;br&gt;What it meant to lose you&lt;br&gt;No one can ever know.&lt;br&gt;But now I know you want us&lt;br&gt;To mourn for you no more&lt;br&gt;To remember all the happy times&lt;br&gt;Life still has much in store.&lt;p&gt;Since you&amp;#39;ll never be forgotten&lt;br&gt;I pledge to you today&lt;br&gt;A hallowed place within my heart&lt;br&gt;Is where you&amp;#39;ll always stay.&lt;p&gt;God knows why, with chilling touch,&lt;br&gt;Death gathers those we love so much,&lt;br&gt;And what now seems so strange and dim,&lt;br&gt;Will all be clear, when we meet Him.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;- I am thinking a lot about death. And what happens. And where we go. And why we go.. And to who do we go?&lt;p&gt;- and what do we want our death to be? &lt;p&gt;- I want my headstone or urn to read &amp;quot;If tears could build a stairway&lt;br&gt;and thoughts a memory lane&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;d walk right up to heaven&lt;br&gt;and bring you home again&amp;quot; if I still have family it should read that way&lt;p&gt;-If I die a  single childless person I would like for it to say &amp;quot;I hope you had the time of your life&amp;quot; &lt;p&gt;-the green day song should play at the grave site&lt;p&gt;-gravesite burial. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust read by minister... The poem listed above should be read by family members first. Minister closes with &amp;quot;ashes to ashes&amp;quot; and gravesite burial is over. Nothing else to be said, it can be said during cocktail hour. Of which is more mingle/ celebration &lt;p&gt;- minister to be of church I am an active member of.&lt;p&gt;- I prefer not to be cremated.&lt;p&gt;- I prefer an organic/ green type burial... &lt;p&gt;- if life support is needed I would prefer to be taken off so my body parts can be donated&lt;p&gt;- otherwise DNR&lt;p&gt;- bury me within 24 hours. If it happens on a sunday bury me no later than tuesday&lt;p&gt;-in new sweatpants/ velour track suit pants, white tank top, bathrobe (the nicer kind) if winter full length bathrobe, if summer a &amp;quot;light&amp;quot; bathrobe with a sports bra&lt;p&gt;- NO persons  in family is to see me after death. No viewing. No gawking.&lt;p&gt;-money will be set aside for flowers&lt;p&gt;-no wood coffin. Repeat no wood. Put me inside the cardboard coffin, inside the rented coffin, and bury me in the cardboard box if possible&lt;p&gt;- flowers. The standing arrangement. Maybe even two one at the head one at the feet&lt;p&gt;- I must be dressed at all times. Don&amp;#39;t refrigerate me naked, no embalming. No autopsy&lt;p&gt;-funeral procession for family, with police escort, black limo and champagne and beer available during.&lt;p&gt;-light appetizer/ cocktail reception to follow burial. Maximum time 2-4 hours.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Given the circumstances things can change. Age, relatives, injury or illness, but I request these wishes be honored to the best of the ability.&lt;p&gt; &lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-5336383834918744829?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/5336383834918744829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=5336383834918744829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/5336383834918744829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/5336383834918744829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-hope-you-had-time-of-your-life.html' title='&quot;I hope you had the time of your life&quot;'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-7959483398461068422</id><published>2011-01-11T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T00:55:00.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25jcZwBY4M4/TSwa5GEHBKI/AAAAAAAAACc/HRPUNxBmhPg/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAyMjAuanBn%253F%253D-700085"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25jcZwBY4M4/TSwa5GEHBKI/AAAAAAAAACc/HRPUNxBmhPg/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAyMjAuanBn%253F%253D-700085"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560849208078435490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This fool thought he could plenty of fish me... And then &amp;quot;get tired&amp;quot; and cancel our date.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;No dude. Your standards may be low, but mine are lower, yet I do have one, if you schedule something with me I need more than 30 minutes cancellation time.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So a lot happened since...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The longest lasting is that  My brother and steph got outed... She    is pregnant (shocking- but expected, seemed to take longer than we originally thought. But good heavens how terrified they must be, still kids themselves 26 &amp;amp; 31) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We went to lunch with Pops  and Grams. January 8th,  5 hours later my grandpa had to be driven to the hospital and 9 hours after that he passed away on 1-9-11.. I never want to see a body with no life again. I regret &amp;quot;looking&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I spent the rest of the weekend with my grams in sun city she lives 2 hours away... Planned funeral, embalming, make to-do list&amp;#39;s arranged bank transfers.. Horrible and sad. But glad we saw him hours earlier&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I came home sunday and it appears  mommy had steve/ boyfriend move into her house (she&amp;#39;s known him a month, and he is not yet divorced) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mom I pay you &amp;quot;rent&amp;quot; don&amp;#39;t I get a say in all this??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I looked at an apartment today all of monday after a weekend of suprises, shitty area, small, old, no parking, no dishwasher but it was Clean!!! I don&amp;#39;t qualify, to rent it seems to rent a $1200 apartment I have to make $4800 a month!!! How is that possible??!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You like purses? Omg, I planned in 2010 for a really nice bag... $400!! That was nice for me. I am a cheap girl. If I can&amp;#39;t get a bag at  Kohls  I  use it, and they always better last a year! Hahah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am scared and excited by what&amp;#39;s to come. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Going to try hard to spend weekends with grams, save money by not paying rent and living quiet weekdays with &amp;quot;the lover birds&amp;quot; maybe one day he will divorce &lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-7959483398461068422?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/7959483398461068422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=7959483398461068422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/7959483398461068422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/7959483398461068422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-fool-thought-he-could-plenty-of.html' title=''/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25jcZwBY4M4/TSwa5GEHBKI/AAAAAAAAACc/HRPUNxBmhPg/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAyMjAuanBn%253F%253D-700085' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37239644.post-8194660920116627816</id><published>2011-01-06T14:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T14:03:46.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwanted</title><content type='html'>I am still moving on. From what I don&amp;#39;t know.&lt;p&gt;And yet I&amp;#39;m not moving anywhere.&lt;p&gt;The only thing moving are tears down my face. The only thing rolling is me, out of the family, out of the house I came to love.&lt;p&gt;The only thing fluctuating is my bank account, downward spiral. Much like my life.&lt;p&gt;No music. No sound. No doors opening. None closing either.&lt;p&gt;Sometimes everything is made to be broken. I feel broken. Very broken. &lt;p&gt;In my heart lucky I am. But in my car emotionally breaking down for 30 minutes. Stomach holds a few bites of frosted flakes. That&amp;#39;s the meal I am able to afford today. In dual ways. &lt;p&gt;I don&amp;#39;t want the world to see me. No one understands. &lt;p&gt;No one is even there to understand. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh these tears, how they have stained me so. &lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-8194660920116627816?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/8194660920116627816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=8194660920116627816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/8194660920116627816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/8194660920116627816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2011/01/unwanted.html' title='Unwanted'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-1612339203742735638</id><published>2010-07-22T22:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T22:06:20.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work. Happy. Bed. Murray IMG00005-20100722-0918.jpg</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25jcZwBY4M4/TEkjTEPGN2I/AAAAAAAAACI/zxN2QkDMTbg/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMDUtMjAxMDA3MjItMDkxOC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-780725"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25jcZwBY4M4/TEkjTEPGN2I/AAAAAAAAACI/zxN2QkDMTbg/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMDUtMjAxMDA3MjItMDkxOC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-780725"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496963630643951458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Two months at my Job and I love it. The drive could be better, the pay could improve and I hope it will.&lt;p&gt;Murray and Bella are shop dogs. Murray should get paid he has a watch and a voicemail.&lt;p&gt;Amber / chris&amp;#39;s daughter it getting married tomorrow. I&amp;#39;m sorta excited about doing something, but not excited about marriage at 24 yrs old and renting.&lt;p&gt;My mom got be beautiful clothes work and wedding both..&lt;p&gt;Ambien kicked in. Bed.&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-1612339203742735638?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/1612339203742735638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=1612339203742735638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/1612339203742735638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/1612339203742735638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2010/07/work-happy-bed-murray-img00005-20100722.html' title='Work. Happy. Bed. Murray IMG00005-20100722-0918.jpg'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25jcZwBY4M4/TEkjTEPGN2I/AAAAAAAAACI/zxN2QkDMTbg/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMDUtMjAxMDA3MjItMDkxOC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-780725' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37239644.post-3188721386897272092</id><published>2010-06-14T22:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:54:47.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IMG00207-20100607-0801.jpg</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25jcZwBY4M4/TBcVp6BmPRI/AAAAAAAAACA/kWGjwqWSFuU/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyMDctMjAxMDA2MDctMDgwMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-787841"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25jcZwBY4M4/TBcVp6BmPRI/AAAAAAAAACA/kWGjwqWSFuU/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyMDctMjAxMDA2MDctMDgwMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-787841"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482874881041644818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I planned to start blogging more. Because I don&amp;#39;t feel I write enough about myself... And today I feel rather void as twitter was fail whale almost 50% of the day.&lt;p&gt;Laying in bed after 5.7 earthquake.. Felt like a fat guy just rolled off the bed (personal experience) but instead of a thump the bed just kept giggling. &lt;p&gt;Great job, have I talked about it? I don&amp;#39;t think so? My most pressing worry was if my cafe world would be cooked by 4:30 instead of 4:45 cause I debated waiting around at work for the points.&lt;p&gt;Mom. Rent. $400 &lt;p&gt;Me. Broke.&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-3188721386897272092?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/3188721386897272092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=3188721386897272092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/3188721386897272092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/3188721386897272092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2010/06/img00207-20100607-0801jpg.html' title='IMG00207-20100607-0801.jpg'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25jcZwBY4M4/TBcVp6BmPRI/AAAAAAAAACA/kWGjwqWSFuU/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyMDctMjAxMDA2MDctMDgwMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-787841' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37239644.post-8699861964901984195</id><published>2010-05-19T21:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:14:52.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IMG00138-20100519-0813.jpg</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25jcZwBY4M4/S_S3PNYBNnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CCzFJIVz7po/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxMzgtMjAxMDA1MTktMDgxMy5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-792675"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25jcZwBY4M4/S_S3PNYBNnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CCzFJIVz7po/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxMzgtMjAxMDA1MTktMDgxMy5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-792675"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473200919078319730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I have a new job, at a hardwood company. Small business good people. &lt;p&gt;Need to start saving some cash...&lt;p&gt;I need:&lt;br&gt;- deposit for a car in 14 months&lt;br&gt;-new boobs&lt;br&gt;-apartment&lt;br&gt;-acne &lt;p&gt;So at $13hr I&amp;#39;m not rolling in cash, but I am doing a hella lot better than I was&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-8699861964901984195?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/8699861964901984195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=8699861964901984195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/8699861964901984195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Mothers day no more?</title><content type='html'>Its may. The year is slowly flit ting by. My last paycheck from laguna is cashed ($967)... I have until June to REALLY flip out..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tomorrow is a 2nd interview with a flooring company, I have good thoughts and will pray extra hard tonight.. Let&amp;#39;s hope I get it, $13 a hour is better than the $9 I made 2 months ago. Although it is so scary to think I might not have enough cash to buy cat food.. But I really hope and think I have a spot with floor company. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mothers day was a sight. On the beach. Tequila, wine, beer.. Katies boy steve picked up the liquor tab. And crabby ryan just grouched. Mom ate everyone else&amp;#39;s dinner, I had a salad... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Katie fell over, much like m last visit there, hers didn&amp;#39;t involve pee and nudity.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I stole a mercedes emblem, I am horrified and sorry and hope the karma doesn&amp;#39;t come back hard... Foolish on my part. And I am deeply sorry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Everyone fought on the way home. Dysfunctional as it may be its still our family.&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-2851408843976344143?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/2851408843976344143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=2851408843976344143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/2851408843976344143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/2851408843976344143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2010/05/ah-workin-no-more-mothers-day-no-more.html' title='Ah workin no more? Mothers day no more?'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-7574669702331340571</id><published>2010-04-22T23:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T23:04:49.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todays reason for quitting</title><content type='html'>Listening in on calls&lt;p&gt;Also made me go trur dumpster for sticky note&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-7574669702331340571?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/7574669702331340571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=7574669702331340571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/7574669702331340571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/7574669702331340571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2010/04/todays-reason-for-quitting.html' title='Todays reason for quitting'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-5690111962348687608</id><published>2010-04-08T23:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:02:05.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings in him</title><content type='html'>I honestly have such hope and happiness about church... Sure some things I don&amp;#39;t agree with (well political stuff- abortion, spanking, democrats) and I&amp;#39;m not a singer but I enjoy the music&lt;p&gt;Also decided I am not beneath working as a dog walker or house cleaner.. Bills need to be paid&lt;p&gt;Euro bitch boss was still horrible today..  I said &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ll pray for u&amp;quot; and I mean it although I think my direct line is on hold&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-5690111962348687608?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/5690111962348687608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=5690111962348687608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/5690111962348687608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/5690111962348687608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2010/04/blessings-in-him.html' title='Blessings in him'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-4748693766082195471</id><published>2010-04-07T23:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:09:58.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being an authentic christian replica</title><content type='html'>I kid that I joke and say I go to church to find a way to get laid.. Tonight was elder hour and I truly took a lot away.. Tomorrow is young professionals night and I look forward to that... And if I do meet some people great but it would be amazing to do some charity work&lt;p&gt;Other news catherine ate a bag of chocolate and I wore heels.&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-4748693766082195471?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/4748693766082195471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=4748693766082195471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/4748693766082195471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/4748693766082195471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2010/04/being-authentic-christian-replica.html' title='Being an authentic christian replica'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-6274992006893136645</id><published>2010-04-04T18:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T18:13:45.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst feeling in the world is loving what u can't have and having what u don't love</title><content type='html'>I love Essex, the company, the lifestyle, the high rise&lt;p&gt;I want it so badly! I&amp;#39;ve prayed for nights... I went to church (better myself + be closer in my prayers) and prayed essex interview goes smooth tomorrow&lt;p&gt;I can&amp;#39;t explain how amazing this change could be.&lt;p&gt;I got my tan, dry cleaning picked up.. Teeth whitened... I am on my A game&lt;p&gt;Today is easter, I truly took a lot away from church today... Good pastor and I look forward to participating in youth group... Time to be a better person..&lt;p&gt;Had some brunch (three plates, so not worth the $30 price for vegan me)&lt;p&gt;Oh ya, we had an earthquake 7.2 roller... The pool water sloshed out, not scary.. Peaceful almost but a big deal.&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-6274992006893136645?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/6274992006893136645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=6274992006893136645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/6274992006893136645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/6274992006893136645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2010/04/worst-feeling-in-world-is-loving-what-u.html' title='The worst feeling in the world is loving what u can&apos;t have and having what u don&apos;t love'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-1675445958610199323</id><published>2010-04-02T23:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T23:22:48.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the day</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re late&amp;quot;... &amp;quot;Yeah I knew that before I walked in the door.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;And my starbucks line took a good 20minutes.. But after an Angels game u need a morning kick..&lt;p&gt;And at the end of the day you get yelled at for not having tree&amp;#39;s trimmed... Three quotes... Guess what I&amp;#39;m gonna tell them... &amp;quot;Cut it all down&amp;quot;! &lt;p&gt;Prayers for Essex job monday! Easter is sunday church with daddy.. Saturday is cleaning, dry cleaning and tan&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-1675445958610199323?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/1675445958610199323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=1675445958610199323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/1675445958610199323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/1675445958610199323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2010/04/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the day'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-8478976793884818136</id><published>2010-03-30T22:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:38:36.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mam' your bandsaw cut off my finger</title><content type='html'>But don&amp;#39;t worry, he doesn&amp;#39;t need too many stitches... He would like to replace his safety stop so the rest of his fingers stay in place. And I put him on hold... Not a 2minute hold, a 32minute hold for customer service.&lt;p&gt;My boss ate ice cream today and some rotten &amp;quot;beer&amp;quot; cheese... I kinda hope she brings in tequila or xanax tomorrow.. Anything beats that crap coffee... &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Dear are we keeping you awake&amp;quot; no nazi micro manager, you keep me awake at 1am when I have to de-compress from my day... And worry about my dress tomorrow... Add onto it I&amp;#39;m not sure I have enough gas to get into the office tomorrow... That is what keeps me awake... And I have insomnia so health insurance would be a delight.&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-8478976793884818136?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/8478976793884818136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=8478976793884818136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/8478976793884818136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/8478976793884818136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2010/03/mam-your-bandsaw-cut-off-my-finger.html' title='Mam&apos; your bandsaw cut off my finger'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-8341175588436684364</id><published>2010-03-28T23:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T23:05:46.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat. Pray. Love? Not this one</title><content type='html'>I eat. I pray and god talks back... And I desperately want to love... &lt;p&gt;But I can&amp;#39;t read a novel about some writer who go to eat her way through Europe, learn italian and I guess probably fall in love... Good for her.. But I have bills to pay and don&amp;#39;t care much to learn italian language, as the book was littered in italian verse&lt;p&gt;I was doing a tally of my bills...&lt;p&gt;I make $11 hour for 40 hour weeks&lt;p&gt;I got bills and I pray my bills reduce:&lt;p&gt;Pay mom 500 rent&lt;br&gt;Pay public storage $196&lt;br&gt;Pay verizon $230&lt;br&gt;Pay car insurance $396&lt;br&gt;Pay car $78 but its behind they want $232 this month&lt;br&gt;Laptop needs to be fixed $150&lt;br&gt;Gas for car is $150 month&lt;br&gt;And I want to GTL which is $105 month&lt;p&gt;And I haven&amp;#39;t even eaten yet... Suppose I should pray harder... Or go in tomorrow and negotiate pay&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-8341175588436684364?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/8341175588436684364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=8341175588436684364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/8341175588436684364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/8341175588436684364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2010/03/eat-pray-love-not-this-one.html' title='Eat. Pray. Love? Not this one'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-7073798392561782942</id><published>2010-03-25T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T19:13:35.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>never PREPARED for what we EXPECT</title><content type='html'>Yes so I am slightly burned to lose 4 hours of my life and time texting a guy who wasn&amp;#39;t into me. I blame the fact that we was maybe 5&amp;#39;3.. Internet dating is for the short assholes who can&amp;#39;t get laid in real life&lt;p&gt;I however would never have expected that my male boss would have smacked me in the head... Yes it was shocking, I smiled but wanted to cry inside&lt;p&gt;Later the female boss decided to flip out and scream &amp;quot;bloody&amp;quot; and something about &amp;quot;not monitoring my time so I clock out at 5 hours&amp;quot; I was humiliated I am so not used to being yelled at...&lt;p&gt;And a sales guy rubbed my shoulders, I&amp;#39;m not one who likes to be touched, and this was totally creepy..&lt;p&gt;I am starting to prepare myself for retirement. I now maybe realize why I left in the first place..&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-7073798392561782942?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/7073798392561782942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=7073798392561782942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/7073798392561782942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/7073798392561782942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2010/03/never-prepared-for-what-we-expect.html' title='never PREPARED for what we EXPECT'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-3416549489082614593</id><published>2010-03-24T20:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T20:24:26.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So he's just not that into you..</title><content type='html'>A powerful thought... &amp;quot;He&amp;#39;s just not that into you&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;-Maybe because you live too far away?&lt;br&gt;-Maybe because your heels made you seem super tall, at least &lt;br&gt;-maybe I drank too much water and not enough beer&lt;p&gt;Oh well too bad&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-3416549489082614593?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/3416549489082614593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=3416549489082614593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/3416549489082614593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/3416549489082614593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-hes-just-not-that-into-you.html' title='So he&apos;s just not that into you..'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-2752687085210097656</id><published>2010-03-24T00:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T00:08:38.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating, mating and extracting</title><content type='html'>So as mentioned I met who I thought to be a one armed 31 year old.. All a part of dating you don&amp;#39;t know what &amp;quot;parts&amp;quot; come with the package..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He turned out very much my type.. White, clean fingernails, manners and chatty... With two working arms&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I tried to be smart, but let me tell you it is hard to Be smart when your in fact barely high school educated. Sometimes it shows but it can be &amp;quot;cute&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I show up early for my dates (all 2 of them) and have a quick beer and buzz and when male species shows up I have a pleasant demeanor.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Marcelo, or as I will call him, Marc, has great conversational skills... And had me thinking of mating... Is that so wrong? I don&amp;#39;t know where two people who live at home mate though..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But the date was over, 11pm I needed to tend to my cat (marc is allergic, big shah)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And so I got off chair at same time and think he is like 5&amp;#39;2... But I had to wear fancy shoes and so I walked on the street and he on the curb, I don&amp;#39;t dare take away a mans pride or masculinity. Smooth move on my part? Smoother move is invest in flats&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hope he calls? I know he will. I&amp;#39;m &amp;quot;cute&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-2752687085210097656?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/2752687085210097656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=2752687085210097656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/2752687085210097656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/2752687085210097656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2010/03/dating-mating-and-extracting.html' title='Dating, mating and extracting'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-6938407925722933055</id><published>2010-03-22T23:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:48:44.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marc? Marcelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25jcZwBY4M4/S6hkTBLbz-I/AAAAAAAAABY/wnNdzbfBD28/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwODEtMjAxMDAzMTktMTczMC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-724278"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25jcZwBY4M4/S6hkTBLbz-I/AAAAAAAAABY/wnNdzbfBD28/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwODEtMjAxMDAzMTktMTczMC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-724278"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451717626828672994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Why do I end up meeting the weird named guys.... ? Anyway this time I am taking a leap... Plenty of fish might have hooked me up with a one armed fool.. I can&amp;#39;t tell his picture seems normal but his arm looks deformed..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I don&amp;#39;t know why this bothers me? Maybe cause &amp;quot;we&amp;quot; would be stared at... I already had a black kid now its possible to be in public with a one armed guy?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Uh I am no prize. I have some weird skin disease and it hurts... And I also can&amp;#39;t sleep.... But I give good head.. So that makes up for it... But can I sleep with a guy who has a winch arm?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He is totally attractive, and the chemistry is there... And he&amp;#39;s allergic to cats... I hope he&amp;#39;s not adverse to claratin. Cause I&amp;#39;m moving in with my cat asap... Should I tell him on the first date?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I would like someone who can help pay rent.. Oh and I don&amp;#39;t care if your allergic to cat...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Worst thing: no arm and I have to drink beer fast&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Best thing: having a partner in crime even if allergy prone&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-6938407925722933055?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/6938407925722933055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=6938407925722933055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/6938407925722933055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/6938407925722933055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2010/03/marc-marcelo.html' title='Marc? Marcelo'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25jcZwBY4M4/S6hkTBLbz-I/AAAAAAAAABY/wnNdzbfBD28/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwODEtMjAxMDAzMTktMTczMC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-724278' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37239644.post-5735482999100920334</id><published>2010-03-22T23:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:36:12.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8x24= not worth 10emails</title><content type='html'>Mark Mina at accounttemps can suck my cock. You want to email me all day and argue about my proper time-sheet?&lt;p&gt;Yes you controlling little fuck I did white it out &lt;br&gt;1. I didn&amp;#39;t have another sheet available so I whited out last weeks&lt;br&gt;2. I wanted to get the fuck out of there&lt;br&gt;3. It is totally the correct hours, nada extra&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;By the way your making a big stink about what comes of $137... That&amp;#39;s right you gawd damn monkey typist have sent me a dozen emails over 137 bucks&lt;p&gt;Subpoena the computer log in, you will see when I was there. And then I hope you feel like a tool. And I hope I get my $137 so I can feed my cat and get a tan.&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-5735482999100920334?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/5735482999100920334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=5735482999100920334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/5735482999100920334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/5735482999100920334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2010/03/8x24-not-worth-10emails.html' title='8x24= not worth 10emails'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-8831586806262060111</id><published>2010-03-18T23:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T23:16:20.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Returning back to the wood workers past</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was st. Patrick&amp;#39;s day. A lucky day for me, I put on my shamrock, my suit and got myself a job... Or rehired? That could be more proper.&lt;p&gt;Anyway yeah me, a low wage $11 employee (by the way I once made $18)&lt;p&gt;Back to the phones... And the guys who forget a girl is in the room and play &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s that sound&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Your balls being stapled&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Uh no. But a hearty laugh.. Things haven&amp;#39;t changed in the 6 years since I was there... Same desk.. Same keyboard... Ah the same.. Maybe that&amp;#39;s what I need? Comfortable and secure..&lt;p&gt;I cannot thank god, heaven or st. Patrick enough for steady income.. Not enough to buy anything.. But I guess enough to be proud and get another chance, and hopefully keep my tanning membership, gym and acrylic nails? After all I gotta have something?&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-8831586806262060111?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/8831586806262060111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=8831586806262060111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/8831586806262060111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/8831586806262060111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2010/03/returning-back-to-wood-workers-past.html' title='Returning back to the wood workers past'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-8143786862701186198</id><published>2010-03-08T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:05:03.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An exciting 2010 god does speak to me</title><content type='html'>So for about 28 hours my cat was lost. I was broken hearted.&lt;p&gt;I thought if she isn&amp;#39;t home in 7 days, I&amp;#39;m going to the bridge and jumping off... &amp;quot;Will it hurt?&amp;quot; Not as much as my heart already does&lt;p&gt;I prayed. &amp;quot;Please god!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;And god answered. Everyone says he speaks to you... But this time he answered.. &lt;p&gt;Nothing seems so horrible anymore. I promise not to think &amp;quot;uh this sucks, if this doesn&amp;#39;t work I&amp;#39;m gonna kill myself&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;My new one is &amp;quot;uh if this doesn&amp;#39;t work, I&amp;#39;m gonna be dramatic&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Anyways. Happy tears. And happy 2010&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-8143786862701186198?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/8143786862701186198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=8143786862701186198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/8143786862701186198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/8143786862701186198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2010/03/exciting-2010-god-does-speak-to-me.html' title='An exciting 2010 god does speak to me'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-565478128650308787</id><published>2009-05-27T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:18:11.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>coach sunglasses</title><content type='html'>as i lay in bed i think of my day... why was Superman So aggressive and angry today? i sure didnt help by being frustrated that my only designer item (sunglasses) are MIA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By designer i mean.... trendy, hit, costly= not from walmart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway they vanished into Jon's mystery place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other news i know i will sleep tonight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel really healthy, content and stable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god bless goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will read this tomorrow and copy and past to my blogger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-565478128650308787?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/565478128650308787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=565478128650308787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/565478128650308787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/565478128650308787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/05/coach-sunglasses.html' title='coach sunglasses'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-6924416583953330435</id><published>2009-05-26T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:59:08.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>goldfish</title><content type='html'>Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-6924416583953330435?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/6924416583953330435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=6924416583953330435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/6924416583953330435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/6924416583953330435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/05/goldfish.html' title='goldfish'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-9147119150702103887</id><published>2009-04-28T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:31:23.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>nanny no homework</title><content type='html'>Nanny nanny here- @ what point do i say enough!?? trying to get 3rd grader &amp; 6th grader to do reports... we have made excellent progress last 3 weeks but EVERY night i lay out home...(more) (5 replies)With parents, in morning I have noticed no homework is completed and kids say "we played Wii"...... I am livid today as 2 reports are due and becuz of parents lack of responsibility 2.5 hrs later I'm still doing homework.. at what point do I say "enough!" ? I have voiced this to parents.. But 2.5 hrs of homework isnt even fun for me........ Also have miserable a 2yr old (On blackberry expect spelling errors and typo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-9147119150702103887?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/9147119150702103887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=9147119150702103887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/9147119150702103887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/9147119150702103887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/04/nanny-no-homework.html' title='nanny no homework'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-1458933448857714534</id><published>2009-04-26T22:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:10:40.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>kids do and dont. nanny idea</title><content type='html'>http://ezinearticles.com/?Baby-Dos-and-Donts&amp;id=480171&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do and dont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nanny idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://ezinearticles.com/?Babysitter-Games-For-Kids&amp;id=1925791&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-1458933448857714534?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/1458933448857714534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=1458933448857714534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/1458933448857714534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/1458933448857714534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/04/kids-do-and-dont.html' title='kids do and dont. nanny idea'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-6147473122331583045</id><published>2009-04-26T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T01:24:19.438-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>12:30pm beer run</title><content type='html'>So what are the odds 7-11 will sell me beer at 12:30, oh ya and I don't have shoes on I lost them putting the boys to sleep... Well testing theory now.. I'm 50/50 on ability to buy a beer.  Bree Briggs is laughing.. not only did i not have shoes on when i bought beer, i looked like a slob... part of me wishes they didnt want to sell me the beer... i kinda wanted to have a grown up argument &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes after a long yet fun night at Chuck E Cheese you have that midnight desire... a cold frosty one.. the kids are in bed.. the husband is a jackass and a beer in a nice mug sounds like quite the indulgence... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fear not. You have now reached a certain age where it is not only appropriate for a mother to leave the house looking a distaster it is almost desired. Crawl out from your laundry pile, run to 7-11 or if your feeling extra adventerours saddle on up to a barstool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look free and liberated. And past a certain time people just dont bother you.. Unless you truly desire a grown up argument.. which i may suggest "Nuh-uh" is quite a comeback&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-6147473122331583045?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/6147473122331583045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=6147473122331583045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/6147473122331583045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/6147473122331583045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/04/1230pm-beer-run.html' title='12:30pm beer 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1:21pm hidereply◦ there are developmental readiness signs- you can google itposted on 4/22/09 1:21pm hidereply◦ 2.5 - 3 posted on 4/22/09 1:22pm hidereply◦ 2.5 - 3 is average for most kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indicator can pull pants and underwear down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-3307872124494189880?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/3307872124494189880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=3307872124494189880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/3307872124494189880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/3307872124494189880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/04/potty-train-to-or-not-that-is-question.html' title='potty train to or not that is the question'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-2489342767098064184</id><published>2009-04-22T10:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:27:45.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-2489342767098064184?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/2489342767098064184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=2489342767098064184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/2489342767098064184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/2489342767098064184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/04/ou.html' title='ou'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-9091720904040576168</id><published>2009-04-17T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:29:43.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>lollipop faces</title><content type='html'>Lollipop faces- sticks+ plate and a face show feelings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-9091720904040576168?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/9091720904040576168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=9091720904040576168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/9091720904040576168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/9091720904040576168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/04/lollipop-faces.html' title='lollipop faces'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-6965533950457775165</id><published>2009-04-17T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:16:46.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>electricity freee night</title><content type='html'>Have electricity free night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint&lt;br /&gt;Board game&lt;br /&gt;Sew&lt;br /&gt;Color&lt;br /&gt;Cards&lt;br /&gt;Mancalla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-6965533950457775165?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/6965533950457775165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=6965533950457775165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/6965533950457775165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/6965533950457775165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/04/electricity-freee-night.html' title='electricity freee night'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-5422539265189968425</id><published>2009-04-16T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:00:31.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>sorry didnt hear you all i heard was</title><content type='html'>All I heard was chardonnay -lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-5422539265189968425?l=breekb.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-37239644.post-3551692218505795911</id><published>2009-04-15T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:10:31.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>flour fun</title><content type='html'>Craft glue:&lt;br /&gt;1part flour&lt;br /&gt;3parts water&lt;br /&gt;Boil&lt;br /&gt;Stirring until paste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clay&lt;br /&gt;3cup flour&lt;br /&gt;1cup water&lt;br /&gt;1tsp veg oil &lt;br /&gt;Add color&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-3551692218505795911?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/3551692218505795911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=3551692218505795911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/3551692218505795911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/3551692218505795911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/04/flour-fun.html' title='flour fun'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-416256291716184857</id><published>2009-04-14T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:31:01.510-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>big butt</title><content type='html'>.. Nothing can awaken you like a 4yr old crawling under a bathroom stall and proclaiming to the whole womens restroom "Bree that's a big butt you have!"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-416256291716184857?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/416256291716184857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=416256291716184857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/416256291716184857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/416256291716184857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/04/big-butt.html' title='big butt'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-5201298325156577226</id><published>2009-04-11T19:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:58:46.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>biologival fruit of my loom that has rotted</title><content type='html'>Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-5201298325156577226?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/5201298325156577226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=5201298325156577226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/5201298325156577226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/5201298325156577226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/04/biologival-fruit-of-my-loom-that-has.html' title='biologival fruit of my loom that has rotted'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-6863723966567126294</id><published>2009-04-09T20:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:11:12.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>kt's cavewoman scare</title><content type='html'>lol katie all 10feet of her busting in the door. roomie on couch. watching tv hilarity. has not been seen since&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-6863723966567126294?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/6863723966567126294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=6863723966567126294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/6863723966567126294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/6863723966567126294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/04/kts-cavewoman-scare.html' title='kt&apos;s cavewoman scare'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-2175458315105555741</id><published>2009-04-07T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:51:59.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>time out at ten?</title><content type='html'>10yr old william has terrible behavior: yells, talks back and exhibits violence towards me... instead of doing the "no tv" / "no video games". I put him in a 10 minute -quiet- time -out... (supernanny style with apology, no communication and hug at end) Seems to be working and william has started to curb the behavior because when parents get home I can't enforce the "no tv or games" rule, so he essentially can get away with no punishment... Do you think this instant consequence is a good idea? I feel lame putting a 10yr old in time out... Parents are no help and I call it a quiet -time- out as not to degrade him by saying Time Out like 4yr old jon gets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-2175458315105555741?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/2175458315105555741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=2175458315105555741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/2175458315105555741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/2175458315105555741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-out-at-ten.html' title='time out at ten?'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-6866237590425941432</id><published>2009-04-07T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T15:32:20.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>crazy eyez killa mom</title><content type='html'>nanny @ park- must laugh at a mother who overheard "Joe dont do that, dont do that, john i am going to get angry eyes" who says that!!! i kinda want to see these angry eyes now, Joe please at up!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah who threatens a child in that way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-6866237590425941432?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/6866237590425941432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=6866237590425941432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/6866237590425941432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/6866237590425941432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/04/crazy-eyez-killa-mom.html' title='crazy eyez killa mom'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-8581634812919302103</id><published>2009-04-03T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:20:28.540-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>supernanny</title><content type='html'>Time out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lock them in room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect the things that are in your house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boundaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behavior needs to be disciplined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Properly do a time out! I think barnyard doors (2seperators) are useful for kids room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They display out of control behavior parents r flustered and continue to support behavior&lt;br /&gt;"What can I do to help, what would you like to change"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-8581634812919302103?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/8581634812919302103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=8581634812919302103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/8581634812919302103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/8581634812919302103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/04/supernanny.html' title='supernanny'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-4561098693885600649</id><published>2009-04-03T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T18:21:49.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>wtf chuck</title><content type='html'>my pissed nanny rant- im sitting on the grass watching sports practice- waiting for chuck  to get the other 2 kids... i have snacks, balls, chair, blanket, skateboard, helmet and we are hanging out having fun- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then dad shows up...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway dad shows up barely mutters a "hello" towards me and then demands the kids "hurry up let's go watch practive"... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i want to scream HEY ASSHOLE I spent the entire day caring for your children.... At least ask me when they last ate, how the day was, if they had a bowel movement... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything!! .... Sorry I just wanted to rant I am so pissed I think its vital to chat with the parents about the day (btw this happens often with him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-4561098693885600649?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/4561098693885600649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=4561098693885600649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/4561098693885600649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/4561098693885600649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/04/wtf-chuck.html' title='wtf chuck'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-8351094500326304320</id><published>2009-04-02T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:22:59.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>nannies rant</title><content type='html'>Sick-out... Nannys call in sick and parents give in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One stick alone is weak, many sticks bundled together are strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1234 I don't want to change diapers anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not about vacation days, or pay, its about the people who raise this towns kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nannies united will not be divided&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-8351094500326304320?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/8351094500326304320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=8351094500326304320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/8351094500326304320'/><link 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breastfeed and she will feed for a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dirt has a story to tell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-3747522302241622356?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/3747522302241622356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=3747522302241622356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/3747522302241622356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/3747522302241622356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-motherhood.html' title='in the motherhood'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-6561437453481218911</id><published>2009-04-02T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:06:36.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>stay-cation</title><content type='html'>Stay in town, vacation and explore your hometown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local artwork, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Higgins Family Guide Book, town area map&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies don't eat cookies yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-6561437453481218911?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/6561437453481218911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=6561437453481218911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/6561437453481218911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/6561437453481218911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/04/stay-cation.html' title='stay-cation'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-1112206273456939886</id><published>2009-04-02T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:00:46.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='information'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>clutter rescue</title><content type='html'>*wine bottles or glass jars are habdy storage for rice, coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*look up accessory tree for kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lazy susan for fridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dishwasher bottle to hold plastic bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*closet, get fenced off shelves, stacking shelves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*over door shoe rack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shoe box hold art supplies, bra, scarves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*soft jewelry case or jewelry tray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*novelty hamper, a over the door clothes hamper shaped as a basketball hoop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*buy velcro and stick stuffed animals too it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*use this cable or twine, hang artwork with clothes pins and push-pins to hold up twine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tent as a play area, or as a toy storage are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*use cereal box as a magazine holder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*se hooks or pegs instead of hangers for kids closet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*make a clown face and put it over laundry hamper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pick-up path if you can't walk from bed to door without scattered items, they need to be picked up and put away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rack that hangs inside the door keeps curling iron, dryer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*free standing slide out bin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tank top caddy for toilet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*etagere for over toilet holding - space saver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*always organize books with largest on bottom shelf and smallest on top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*leave the table set so people are detered from leaving clutter on dining table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dried lavender sprigs repel insects and perfume fabric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ornament box for christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*color coded box lids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-1112206273456939886?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/1112206273456939886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=1112206273456939886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/1112206273456939886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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and baseball practice things... and at 7pm i drive back to this lil apartment and silence.. almost  like living two lives&lt;br /&gt;in a very weird way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-8906573126487494636?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/8906573126487494636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=8906573126487494636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/8906573126487494636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/8906573126487494636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-lives.html' title='two lives'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-6813950815989076878</id><published>2009-03-30T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:39:33.573-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age'/><title type='text'>goodwill t'</title><content type='html'>go to Goodwill and Salvation Army and for $2 buy tourist t-shirts (i love NY, someone in Hawaii got me this shirt, kiss me I've been to disney...) i wear them and feel Special if get pretend... I also buy marathon shirts  and feel like a runner or hiker or special for the day &lt;br /&gt; I'd like to do a movie about you.posted on 3/30/09 8:27pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  if you're going to be pathetically aspirational, at least aspire to better places than disney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-6813950815989076878?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/6813950815989076878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=6813950815989076878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/6813950815989076878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/6813950815989076878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/goodwill-t.html' title='goodwill t&apos;'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-5842890326053951775</id><published>2009-03-30T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:19:53.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so f*cking tired of begging these children james8 + will 10 to do homework... i've created the most ideal homework area, give snacks and downtime after school then they just stare into h... For three hours and literally no homework is done... Reward system? I want homework done because I feel that's a crummy thing to make parents endure when they are off work, they should get to enjoy time with there children..? Rant over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-5842890326053951775?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/5842890326053951775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=5842890326053951775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/5842890326053951775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/5842890326053951775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-so-fcking-tired-of-begging-these.html' title=''/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-5592952477217960398</id><published>2009-03-27T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:17:03.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>husband</title><content type='html'>If your husband is working you better be doing whatever you can so he don't have to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-5592952477217960398?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/5592952477217960398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=5592952477217960398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/5592952477217960398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/5592952477217960398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/husband.html' title='husband'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-6039574175143233912</id><published>2009-03-27T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:11:55.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>you know you maternal</title><content type='html'>You know your a mother, nanny, maternal when you say "look both ways" before crossing any pavement&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-6039574175143233912?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/6039574175143233912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=6039574175143233912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/6039574175143233912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/6039574175143233912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-you-maternal.html' title='you know you maternal'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-6372717111690615944</id><published>2009-03-26T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:59:30.276-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='information'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>vitamin D and allergy</title><content type='html'>Increase vitamin D reduces allergies and asthma.. Womansday.com. April 14 2009 health&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-6372717111690615944?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/6372717111690615944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=6372717111690615944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/6372717111690615944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/6372717111690615944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/vitamin-d-and-allergy.html' title='vitamin D and allergy'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-3747100770346089285</id><published>2009-03-26T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:05:31.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>cleaaan my room</title><content type='html'>Clean my rooom... Pick it up. pick it up.. Cause you know where everything goes... Cleaann my room... gotta put all the toys away so we have room to play&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-3747100770346089285?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/3747100770346089285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=3747100770346089285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/3747100770346089285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/3747100770346089285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/cleaaan-my-room.html' title='cleaaan my room'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-172929003418314055</id><published>2009-03-24T08:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:53:49.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>ask a question give it a try, who, what..</title><content type='html'>ask a question give it a try, who, what, when, where, how and why...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-172929003418314055?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/172929003418314055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=172929003418314055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/172929003418314055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/172929003418314055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/ask-question-give-it-try-who-what.html' title='ask a question give it a try, who, what..'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-101519394327308665</id><published>2009-03-23T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:51:36.022-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>u get what u get</title><content type='html'>You get what you get and you don't get upset&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-101519394327308665?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/101519394327308665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=101519394327308665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/101519394327308665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/101519394327308665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/u-get-what-u-get.html' title='u get what u get'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-5171057306315274494</id><published>2009-03-23T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:05:14.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>oh we have the stomach flu...</title><content type='html'>nanny poster- i am kinda pissed. show up to work today and the whole family has the stomach flu! i feel like i walked into a trap!...(more) (47 replies)This almost guarantees that I will have the stomach flu! I don't have health insurance or the ability to "call in sick" I'm livid I think this was inconsiderate. Rant over? Am I out of lines? They are all still contagious (don't kill me for grammer and spelling, typing fast)posted on 3/23/09 11:53am unstickypermalinkfavoritehidereply◦ Go do the dishes fat ass.posted on 3/23/09 11:53am hidereply▪ np:ok bitch so have your coffeeposted on 3/23/09 11:57am hidereply◦ i think it goes with the territory. posted on 3/23/09 11:53am hidereply◦ um, that's your job - to take care of the kids, sick or not. Otherwise they could use daycare.posted on 3/23/09 11:54am hidereply▪ np. but the parents are home, right? what good does it do them to get the nanny sick?posted on 3/23/09 11:54am hidereply▪ but they are sick too.posted on 3/23/09 11:55am hidereply▪ the parents are home sick - I'm sure they need the childcare.posted on 3/23/09 11:55am hidereply▪ don't we all? anyway, the parents will get better, need to go back to work and the nanny would be sick. that's a crappy sitch too.posted on 3/23/09 11:56am hidereply◦ people suckposted on 3/23/09 11:54am hidereply◦ is the stomach flu contagious?posted on 3/23/09 11:54am hidereply▪ TOTALLYposted on 3/23/09 11:57am hidereply▪ are you a moron?posted on 3/23/09 11:57am hidereply◦ they need you becuase they are sickposted on 3/23/09 11:54am hidereply◦ would you feel differently if only the kids you take care of were sick? Taking care of sick people is part of childcare. you are in the wrong business.posted on 3/23/09 11:54am hidereply▪ wordposted on 3/23/09 11:55am hidereply◦ Maybe this is a good day to ask for a raise or at least health insurance!posted on 3/23/09 11:55am hidereply▪ have you looked at the newspapers? In this economy this nanny is lucky to have a job, and it sounds like she doesn't have a great attitudeposted on 3/23/09 11:56am hidereply▪ yeah you would have a great attitude if you are surrounded by sick people and see stomach flu in your futureposted on 3/23/09 11:58am hidereply◦ They suck. I hope they pay sick days for you.posted on 3/23/09 11:56am hidereply◦ my dh is home sick w/ virus today. should i have told nanny to take the day off? posted on 3/23/09 11:57am hidereply▪ if you have the lazy ass OP as a nanny, yesposted on 3/23/09 11:57am hidereply▪ well. you're running the risk of gettin gnanny sick - that'll screw you over now, won't it?posted on 3/23/09 11:57am hidereply▪ then who the fuck will take care of my kid? i have to take the day off too. posted on 3/23/09 11:58am hidereply▪ um, if your home sick you deal w/ your kid, like people w/o nannies do.posted on 3/23/09 11:59am hidereply▪ dh can't get out of bed. posted on 3/23/09 11:59am hidereply▪ this is new?posted on 3/23/09 12:00pm hidereply▪ he is pretty sick. ds had it last week. posted on 3/23/09 12:03pm hidereply▪ but these parents have a nanny whom they are paying - they are not supposed to use her?posted on 3/23/09 12:00pm hidereply▪ they can, of course. i just don't want to hear them bitching in a few days that they need to miss work b/c nanny is now sick.posted on 3/23/09 12:00pm hidereply▪ absolutely. she can avoid getting sick btw - and my nanny was totally cool coming in last week when ds had same virus. guess some are more professionalposted on 3/23/09 12:01pm hidereply▪ caring for sick kid, one thing. caring for sick kid where mom and dad are home sick took another.posted on 3/23/09 12:02pm hidereply▪ why? they can stay in their room and hide. i don't get yourlogic. she isn't taking care of the parents tooposted on 3/23/09 12:03pm hidereply▪ my logic is sick parents are home already from work, but now they may be having to take off more time from work b/c they got nanny sick.posted on 3/23/09 12:04pm hidereply▪ np: I'm so glad I have the nanny I have and not the OP as my nannyposted on 3/23/09 12:04pm hidereply▪ same here. i asked my nanny last week - are you cool with this - she said of course and she didn't cop an attitude when she came in today and dh was home sickposted on 3/23/09 12:05pm hidereply◦ If they don't give her sick days, it's kind of messed upposted on 3/23/09 11:57am hidereply▪ it's not uncommon for nannies to not get sick days. that said, we gave our nanny 5 sick days and 10 paid vacation days.posted on 3/23/09 11:58am hidereply◦ sorry I'd be upset too but that is your job, sick dc or healthy. the fact that the parents are sick mmeans that they need help with their dcposted on 3/23/09 11:57am hidereply▪ then you'd complain that you had to miss work b/c your nanny was home sick w/ the stomach flu. you people are pieces of work.posted on 3/23/09 11:58am hidereply▪ you have a horrible attitude - I would shape up fast or not be surprised when you are firedposted on 3/23/09 11:58am hidereply▪ lol, i'm not op or a nanny. posted on 3/23/09 11:59am hidereply▪ yep, that Mom will be here complaining next week for sureposted on 3/23/09 11:59am hidereply▪ idiots! this is why we pay more for a nanny - otherwise we would put our kids in daycare. posted on 3/23/09 12:00pm hidereply▪ wordposted on 3/23/09 12:01pm hidereply▪ nanny can get sick just as easily from a subway ride or a friend. she should wash her hands all the time. hopefully the parents have a sep bathroomposted on 3/23/09 11:59am hidereply▪ nop eif she gets sick I will have to make other arrangements for childcare. my nanny gets sick days, but they are for her illness not my dc's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-5171057306315274494?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/5171057306315274494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=5171057306315274494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/5171057306315274494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/5171057306315274494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-we-have-stomach-flu.html' title='oh we have the stomach flu...'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-1226209009114600159</id><published>2009-03-22T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:33:27.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>fridge</title><content type='html'>Tape a plane ticket to fridge. And picture of sweat shop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-1226209009114600159?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/1226209009114600159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=1226209009114600159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/1226209009114600159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/1226209009114600159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/fridge.html' title='fridge'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-7901233298932350588</id><published>2009-03-20T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:40:07.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>1 2 3</title><content type='html'>1 calm&lt;br /&gt;2 calm&lt;br /&gt;3 calme.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;10 come back again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-7901233298932350588?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/7901233298932350588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=7901233298932350588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/7901233298932350588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/7901233298932350588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-2-3.html' title='1 2 3'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-1974860950237930133</id><published>2009-03-20T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:18:57.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>wise advice</title><content type='html'>Time amd a place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what is expected of you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't react emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make decisions and respond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-1974860950237930133?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/1974860950237930133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=1974860950237930133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/1974860950237930133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/1974860950237930133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/wise-advice.html' title='wise advice'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-6333276690379792741</id><published>2009-03-20T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:48:04.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>new hide the wii remotes gamé</title><content type='html'>great new game, hide the wii remotes and give  clues as to location...... Boys always come home and space out playing wii hours on end.... Hide wii remotes give clues... Yesterday they were behind a door knob... Todays clue: we are not high, we are not low, nor middle of the row (they are under the couch cushion in the main room)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-6333276690379792741?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/6333276690379792741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=6333276690379792741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/6333276690379792741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/6333276690379792741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-hide-wii-remotes-game.html' title='new hide the wii remotes gamé'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-808595449984366681</id><published>2009-03-20T13:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:45:43.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>11 rules</title><content type='html'>Claim:   Bill Gates authored a list of 'Rules Kids Won't Learn in School.'  Status:   False.  Example:   [Collected on the Internet, 2000]   Rule No. 1:   Life is not fair. Get used to it. The average teen-ager uses the phrase "It's not fair" 8.6 times a day. You got it from your parents, who said it so often you decided they must be the most idealistic generation ever. When they started hearing it from their own kids, they realized Rule No. 1. Rule No. 2:   The real world won't care as much about your self-esteem as much as your school does. It'll expect you to accomplish something before you feel good about yourself. This may come as a shock. Usually, when inflated self-esteem meets reality, kids complain that it's not fair. (See Rule No. 1) Rule No. 3:   Sorry, you won't make $40,000 a year right out of high school. And you won't be a vice president or have a car phone either. You may even have to wear a uniform that doesn't have a Gap label. Rule No. 4:   If you think your teacher is tough, wait 'til you get a boss. He doesn't have tenure, so he tends to be a bit edgier. When you screw up, he's not going to ask you how you feel about it. Rule No. 5:   Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your grandparents had a different word for burger flipping. They called it opportunity. They weren't embarrassed making minimum wage either. They would have been embarrassed to sit around talking about Kurt Cobain all weekend. Rule No. 6:   It's not your parents' fault. If you screw up, you are responsible. This is the flip side of "It's my life," and "You're not the boss of me," and other eloquent proclamations of your generation. When you turn 18, it's on your dime. Don't whine about it, or you'll sound like a baby boomer. Rule No. 7:   Before you were born your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way paying your bills, cleaning up your room and listening to you tell them how idealistic you are. And by the way, before you save the rain forest from the blood-sucking parasites of your parents' generation, try delousing the closet in your bedroom. Rule No. 8:   Your school may have done away with winners and losers. Life hasn't. In some schools, they'll give you as many times as you want to get the right answer. Failing grades have been abolished and class valedictorians scrapped, lest anyone's feelings be hurt. Effort is as important as results. This, of course, bears not the slightest resemblance to anything in real life. (See Rule No. 1, Rule No. 2 and Rule No. 4.) Rule No. 9:   Life is not divided into semesters, and you don't get summers off. Not even Easter break. They expect you to show up every day. For eight hours. And you don't get a new life every 10 weeks. It just goes on and on. While we're at it, very few jobs are interested in fostering your self-expression or helping you find yourself. Fewer still lead to self-realization. (See Rule No. 1 and Rule No. 2.) Rule No. 10:   Television is not real life. Your life is not a sitcom. Your problems will not all be solved in 30 minutes, minus time for commercials. In real life, people actually have to leave the coffee shop to go to jobs. Your friends will not be as perky or pliable as Jennifer Aniston. Rule No. 11:   Be nice to nerds. You may end up working for them. We all could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-808595449984366681?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/808595449984366681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=808595449984366681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/808595449984366681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/808595449984366681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/11-rules.html' title='11 rules'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-5211154416180967916</id><published>2009-03-18T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:24:26.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>i like your Beaver</title><content type='html'>"i like your Beaver"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "nanny you have a nice Beaver"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 4year old charge commenting on my hat (it has a beaver golf club cover on it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; everyone at the playground is discreetly snickering ... Ahh kids they say and repeat the darndest things, and apparently know about Beavers, squirrels and chipmunks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-5211154416180967916?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/5211154416180967916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=5211154416180967916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/5211154416180967916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/5211154416180967916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-like-your-beaver.html' title='i like your Beaver'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-1780383560192562130</id><published>2009-03-17T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:22:57.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>im just going to play with someone else</title><content type='html'>Jon, that boy doesn't behave well... "He doesn't listen, so I'm just going to play with someone else"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids say the darndest things&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-1780383560192562130?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/1780383560192562130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=1780383560192562130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/1780383560192562130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/1780383560192562130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-just-going-to-play-with-someone-else.html' title='im just going to play with someone else'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-2600398849022862554</id><published>2009-03-11T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:12:50.883-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>littering the balls of the sunroof</title><content type='html'>orporal punishment nanny here again- the boys are so unruly, kept throwing shit at each other as i was driving... finally grabbed some of the items (a ball that was a fabric material total value less than $5).... i took it  and threw it out the window... dont flame for litttering some kid will find it.. Next time they will listen.. i will not ask them to STOP 3 times (or 10 like their mom). when i say stop. when i say listen.. i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd time i threw something out the window i got a littering ticket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-2600398849022862554?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/2600398849022862554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=2600398849022862554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/2600398849022862554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/2600398849022862554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/littering-balls-of-sunroof.html' title='littering the balls of the sunroof'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-4658276604986335167</id><published>2009-03-11T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:41:28.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age'/><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>Say yes to love...... Deal with it with love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-4658276604986335167?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/4658276604986335167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=4658276604986335167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/4658276604986335167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/4658276604986335167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-956272879716290269</id><published>2009-03-11T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:33:48.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age'/><title type='text'>divorced child syndrom</title><content type='html'>Strange need to constantly please parents... Validate my worth and neccessity to others why is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-956272879716290269?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/956272879716290269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=956272879716290269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/956272879716290269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/956272879716290269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/divorced-child-syndrom.html' title='divorced child syndrom'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-6540247437689556679</id><published>2009-03-10T09:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T09:25:42.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age'/><title type='text'>mr magorium quote</title><content type='html'>Your life is an occasion, rise to it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-6540247437689556679?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/6540247437689556679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=6540247437689556679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/6540247437689556679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/6540247437689556679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/mr-magorium-quote.html' title='mr magorium quote'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-5819761152650167305</id><published>2009-03-10T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T09:24:37.276-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>hats</title><content type='html'>Wear a hat, a court jester, a nun, a princess crown, a baseball player, construction worker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hats are a great way to make-believe or pretend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-5819761152650167305?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/5819761152650167305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=5819761152650167305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/5819761152650167305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/5819761152650167305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/hats.html' title='hats'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-2125041555018099355</id><published>2009-03-09T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:05:57.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>genetics</title><content type='html'>Just remember you will pass on certain characteristics to your children... Hairy arms for instance... You can't stop this you can oonly offer treatement and a ride to a your waxer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-2125041555018099355?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/2125041555018099355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=2125041555018099355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/2125041555018099355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/2125041555018099355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/genetics.html' title='genetics'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-157452087502690187</id><published>2009-03-09T19:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:28:56.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='information'/><title type='text'>moms</title><content type='html'>7568.  Or 7586&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-157452087502690187?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/157452087502690187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=157452087502690187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/157452087502690187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/157452087502690187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/moms.html' title='moms'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-3167798328345327856</id><published>2009-03-09T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T10:04:55.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>before 10am</title><content type='html'>Bree 's caffeine intake is at 3 cups...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Edmondsten family has visitors, so I am playing with 3yr old, 5yr old and an 8 year old (boys)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lots of fun, lots of energy.B 9:59am and we have done Breakfast, Mickey Mouse clubhouse, Rocket ship's with blocks... Lego towers, Racecar's on race tracks... Snakcs and now Guitar hero all before 10am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So remarkable how different each child is, Chuck and Heidi are lazy parent types with slobby, ill mannered children..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew and Brenden have a polite mother and they clean the table when breakfast is done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-3167798328345327856?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/3167798328345327856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=3167798328345327856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/3167798328345327856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/3167798328345327856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/before-10am.html' title='before 10am'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-7408409556551091521</id><published>2009-03-07T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:30:18.339-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age'/><title type='text'>every wedding anniv</title><content type='html'>Every wedding aniversay you should put on the dress and the tux and "be just married"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-7408409556551091521?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/7408409556551091521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=7408409556551091521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/7408409556551091521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/7408409556551091521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/every-wedding-anniv.html' title='every wedding anniv'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-1248279195810721023</id><published>2009-03-07T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:09:17.254-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age'/><title type='text'>crackin</title><content type='html'>What's crackin bud! I believe in you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-1248279195810721023?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/1248279195810721023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=1248279195810721023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/1248279195810721023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/1248279195810721023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/crackin.html' title='crackin'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-9069730940986660769</id><published>2009-03-07T11:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:58:43.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age'/><title type='text'>obligation</title><content type='html'>You have an obligation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-9069730940986660769?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/9069730940986660769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=9069730940986660769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/9069730940986660769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/9069730940986660769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/obligation.html' title='obligation'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-5052433161016618846</id><published>2009-03-06T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:30:03.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>schedule</title><content type='html'>well breakfast from 7-8.. tv from 8-10... 10-12 i play, run around, karate chop, tickle, blocks, legos, pick up sticks, bowling.. 12-1 lunch.... 1-2 running outside... 2-4 art with me...(more)&lt;br /&gt;while i go and supervise homework with his older brothers... 4-5 is internet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-5052433161016618846?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/5052433161016618846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=5052433161016618846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/5052433161016618846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/5052433161016618846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/schedule.html' title='schedule'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-8122208956404765867</id><published>2009-03-06T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:30:54.040-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>daddy slap</title><content type='html'>Yes children talk back. But to slap your child I don't know how that feels (as a parent doing it to your spawn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens inside your own home is everyones perogative. And I do not judge... But better techniques can be applied than a stinging slap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witnessed as nanny- chuck to william who does have a mouth and frequently talks back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-8122208956404765867?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/8122208956404765867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=8122208956404765867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/8122208956404765867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/8122208956404765867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/daddy-slap.html' title='daddy slap'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-3916690820251249818</id><published>2009-03-06T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:13:26.728-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>do you want to be leashed?</title><content type='html'>If you don't behave I will put a leash on ýou... See that gril she has a leash on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-3916690820251249818?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/3916690820251249818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=3916690820251249818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/3916690820251249818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/3916690820251249818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-want-to-be-leashed.html' title='do you want to be leashed?'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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-37239644.post-5655285745820181248</id><published>2009-03-06T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:09:48.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>contaminated the candy at sweetsfactory</title><content type='html'>while I was texting u. jon was in sweetfactor biting/licking chocolates &amp; putting it back into the jellybean containers. I'm horrified shopping was Fine until jon mixed up and contaminated the candy at sweetsfactory and caused the store clerk to gasp for breath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37239644-5655285745820181248?l=breekb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/feeds/5655285745820181248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37239644&amp;postID=5655285745820181248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/5655285745820181248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37239644/posts/default/5655285745820181248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breekb.blogspot.com/2009/03/contaminated-candy-at-sweetsfactory.html' title='contaminated the candy at sweetsfactory'/><author><name>BreeB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249278094079834929</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></feed>
