<?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-4397445662661465865</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:06:53.255-08:00</updated><category term='NASCAR'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='News and Politics'/><title type='text'>its Tammy</title><subtitle type='html'>Here Is My World, You Are Welcome for Letting You In To Visit</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-997323957971533646</id><published>2009-03-13T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T14:04:56.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No I'm NOT DEAD!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ok so my blog got pushed to the back burner for a while, life has been nuts. Between the kids and I being sick, many Cub Scout events, spring cleaning (HAHAHAHAHA) and just everyday crap I haven't had time to sit down and gather my thoughts. I do have many funny stories to share and interesting analysis's so I promise to get some of it logged soon. (Like anyone really cares...LOL!!!) Until then....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-997323957971533646?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/997323957971533646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=997323957971533646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/997323957971533646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/997323957971533646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-im-not-dead.html' title='No I&apos;m NOT DEAD!!!!!'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-1898616923873717960</id><published>2009-02-27T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:36:52.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gym Didn't Help</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I thought going to the gym today would have helped me become motivated...not!!!  Well it did a little.  I worked out, I went to the grocery store, I dropped a package off at FedEx, I picked the Princess up from school, I even made lunch and then I opened the mail...bad move.  Bill after bill after bill.  Some going down, some going up, all requiring creative banking to cover.  It's depressing.  I just shouldn't open the mail on Friday or Saturday this way my weekend wouldn't be shot in the ass.   I mean I know what we owe I just don't need to be reminded of it 24/7.  I need a mental holiday from economic stress, it's really bringing me down!!!!  On the up side, it is Friday and good friends of ours are coming over to hang, decompress and have a few drinks now that I am looking forward to.  The rest of my woes will be there come Monday, they can wait.  Hopefully next week I will be able to wrap my head around life a little better then this week.  This week sucked.  Oh well, have a good one.  Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-1898616923873717960?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/1898616923873717960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=1898616923873717960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/1898616923873717960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/1898616923873717960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2009/02/gym-didnt-help.html' title='The Gym Didn&apos;t Help'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-6890588827924678514</id><published>2009-02-26T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:39:52.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Chores Wait?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;WOW, I really didn't want to get up this morning.  I mean I never want to get up but this morning was brutal.  It must be a heavy gravity day.  I just can't get motivated.  I have lots to do but no desire to do it.  Hell I'm even still in my snuggy PJs.  I know there are beds to make, laundry to wash, furniture to dust, floors to vacuum and a bathroom to clean but...well ya know I just don't feel like it.  Of course I will get dressed and tackle some of it but I really don't want to.  I'd much rather stay cuddled up on the couch with my four year and watch Sesame Street!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-6890588827924678514?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/6890588827924678514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=6890588827924678514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/6890588827924678514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/6890588827924678514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2009/02/can-chores-wait.html' title='Can Chores Wait?'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-1338075803845188614</id><published>2009-02-25T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:57:54.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being "Nice" is exhusting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ever have to deal with someone who you really don't like and that really doesn't like you either but you need to be pleasant to each other? Since my Cub Scouts meet in an Elementary School (unfortunately the one my children attend) I have to be the happy, smiling, grinding my teeth, beating my head against the wall person to deal with the lovely ladies in the office. Well one is nice the other is a bitch on wheels. You know the type, she's the one that doesn't like you because whenever you stop in or call you make her do her job. Poor baby has to get her fat ass out of her chair and walk across the room to check the events book. Shame on me!!!! NOT!!!!! Anyway, I was informed last night at our weekly Den Meeting by the less then happy janitor, yeah I said janitor deal with it, that we weren't suppose to be there last night or the next two weeks which was news to me. So I call the school this morning and talk to the nice secretary who looks through the book and says that he was right but last night didn't matter because the other event was cancelled (obviously) but the next two weeks were out. OK cool. I apologised for showing up and all was swell. Then five hours later Miss I Hate My Job calls and leaves a message about how we weren't suppose to be at the school and we can't come the next two weeks and how I should have know this don't I look at my paperwork. Well yes I look at my paperwork when it is sent to me which somebody hasn't been doing. I'll give three guesses who's job that is and the first two don't count. All I have to say is I'm glad she got my machine because I'm not sure if I could have held my tongue. Being nice to someone you just want to bitch slap takes a lot out of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-1338075803845188614?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/1338075803845188614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=1338075803845188614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/1338075803845188614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/1338075803845188614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2009/02/being-nice-is-exhusting.html' title='Being &quot;Nice&quot; is exhusting'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-5052538217434679508</id><published>2009-02-17T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:04:37.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death:  Always a shock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Although we knew my dad's best friend was going to be leaving us soon it was still a shock to get the call today. I have known this man for most of my life. He was a fixture at all our family functions: weddings, baptisms, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BBQ's&lt;/span&gt;, funerals. Always smiling, always quick with the hug, always well there. He's going to be greatly missed. I can feel the void already. Losing someone has a way of making you reflect on ones own life. I've got it good, I can't complain. I try and savor every day because there are no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;guaranties&lt;/span&gt;...well except for death and taxes. (tiny smirk crosses my face, he would have liked that) sigh..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wow....wow, he's gone. Bye Izzy.....bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-5052538217434679508?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/5052538217434679508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=5052538217434679508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/5052538217434679508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/5052538217434679508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2009/02/death-always-shock.html' title='Death:  Always a shock'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-3207874929484049826</id><published>2009-02-16T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:54:44.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NASCAR'/><title type='text'>Daytona+Rain=A crappy ending!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SZnDkJR52hI/AAAAAAAAADw/A6SD_iOSnYQ/s1600-h/petty.193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303485061939190290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SZnDkJR52hI/AAAAAAAAADw/A6SD_iOSnYQ/s200/petty.193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So I got all set up yesterday for the Daytona 500. While most folks probably broke out the chips and beer, and there is nothing wrong with that, I however prefer wine and cheese. Got situated on the couch, did I mention I stayed in my PJs all day, with the snack table filled with my goodies and started my TV watching marathon at about 11:00AM. Watched most of the prerace hype. LOVE IT!!!! Added bonus Keith Urban was the entertainment!!! NICE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The race it's self was really good. Not sure how I feel about Jr's "mistake". It seemed a little aggressive but hey I wasn't in the car. However do to the may lay he caused my favorite driver, Elliot Sadler, wound up in the lead. He had a real shot at the win but he lost the draft and even though he most likely could have regained the lead a few laps later the rain started and NASCAR called the race and Matt Kenseth won. It's a sucky way to win any race but the Daytona 500!!! That race should be raced to the checkered flag!!! It's not really winning otherwise is it??? But on the up side Kyle Bush didn't win...actually he was taken out in the wreck caused by Jr and Vickers. So all is still right with the world!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-3207874929484049826?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/3207874929484049826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=3207874929484049826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/3207874929484049826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/3207874929484049826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2009/02/daytonaraina-crappy-ending.html' title='Daytona+Rain=A crappy ending!!!'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SZnDkJR52hI/AAAAAAAAADw/A6SD_iOSnYQ/s72-c/petty.193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-8885188802836683531</id><published>2009-02-14T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:51:22.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever feel like no matter how hard you try.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;you still get caught behind the eight ball?!?!?! I am so tired of scraping!!! All the juggling, all the penny watching, all the doing without is getting really tiring. This economy SUCKS!! Gas is going back up. Food is still sky high. Energy costs are ridiculous. I want to know how you go from Middle Class to Lower Class without a change in your wages!!! We make the same amount as before but now it's a struggle!! Maybe that's the problem. We still make the same. While everything has gone up our paychecks have reminded the same. So what use to be "easy liven" is now a big ball of stress!!!! Things like going out for pizza has become a huge treat. God forbid my kids get invited to a Birthday party...I have a ten dollar limit, five would be better. Silly no brainier things have become monkey wrenches in my budget and that is just insane. I shouldn't have to decide between the phone bill and food, nobody should. The folks up on Capital Hill need to realize that we think they all suck. THEY let the economy get to were it is by not doing their jobs. The rich got way richer and the poor are so poor that there isn't even a word for how poor they are and those of use who are stuck in the middle are just spiralling out of control toward certain disaster and all the politicians can do is in fight!!!!!! JUST SHUT UP AND DO THE JOBS YOU WERE VOTED TO DO AND GET OVER YOURSELVES!!!!! The American people are on the verge of revolt and if that happens all hell is going to brake loose and we all will be screwed!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-8885188802836683531?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/8885188802836683531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=8885188802836683531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/8885188802836683531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/8885188802836683531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2009/02/ever-feel-like-no-matter-how-hard-you.html' title='Ever feel like no matter how hard you try.....'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-7958910577411901788</id><published>2009-02-10T12:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:03:37.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid People Should Be SHOT!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;OK, since I don't know NOVEMBER I have been telling my Cub parents about our Pack's Blue and Gold Banquet which is ALWAYS the last Sunday in February. I have been emailing and announcing and reminding everyone for MONTHS!!!! So you can imagine my shock when I get an email today asking for details since I haven't talked about it. WHA WHA WHAT!!!!!!! I haven't talked about it!! What frigging rock have you been living under!!!! I have talked about it so much that I'm tired of talking about it. Are people just that stupid?!?!?!?! I mean GIVE ME A BREAK!!! Can you hear my head pounding against the wall?!! Can you see the steam coming out of my ears?!! Haven't talked about it...maybe you should take your head out of your ass and actually pay attention at meetings!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;I HATE STUPID PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;OK, I'm better now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-7958910577411901788?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/7958910577411901788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=7958910577411901788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/7958910577411901788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/7958910577411901788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2009/02/stupid-people-should-be-shot.html' title='Stupid People Should Be SHOT!!!!!!'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-8690157251709245826</id><published>2009-02-10T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:00:32.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta wait 'till fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SZHAj0EVSPI/AAAAAAAAADo/MPgGT44YPo8/s1600-h/Celtic-Thunder-3-celtic-thunder-3339175-600-400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301229957896554738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SZHAj0EVSPI/AAAAAAAAADo/MPgGT44YPo8/s200/Celtic-Thunder-3-celtic-thunder-3339175-600-400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Well Sharon finally released the Spring 2009 Celtic Thunder tour dates and none are near me. The closest is Newark NJ and that's not really close. Hopefully they will come to Philly in the fall. The Academy of Music would be a fantastic venue to see them in. The acoustics would be a perfect fit. So for now I will just have to wait. Oh well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-8690157251709245826?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/8690157251709245826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=8690157251709245826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/8690157251709245826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/8690157251709245826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2009/02/gotta-wait-till-fall.html' title='Gotta wait &apos;till fall'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SZHAj0EVSPI/AAAAAAAAADo/MPgGT44YPo8/s72-c/Celtic-Thunder-3-celtic-thunder-3339175-600-400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-2561809804421810785</id><published>2009-02-08T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:00:40.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still a GREAT race</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SY9gouBj0MI/AAAAAAAAADg/Te5ujBqkhTg/s1600-h/Shoot+out.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300561539103969474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SY9gouBj0MI/AAAAAAAAADg/Te5ujBqkhTg/s200/Shoot+out.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;So when I last left you my favorite driver had avoided the first three wrecks...but not the fourth. Actually he was the fourth wreck. And in usual Sadler style it was awesome to watch. Semi air born, spinning, crashing...it was like watching poetry in motion!! HAHA!!! The end of the race was nothing short of thrilling. Lots of bumping and banging. It made for a great race. Harvick won and that's cool. As long as Kyle Bush wasn't in Victory Lane all is right with the world!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Looking forward to next Sunday's Daytona 500. If last night was any indication of what the big race is going to be like then we are in for a FANTASTIC show!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-2561809804421810785?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/2561809804421810785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=2561809804421810785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/2561809804421810785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/2561809804421810785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-great-race.html' title='Still a GREAT race'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SY9gouBj0MI/AAAAAAAAADg/Te5ujBqkhTg/s72-c/Shoot+out.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-3697163485478551989</id><published>2009-02-07T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T18:30:47.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT DAMN I'M A HAPPY RACE FAN!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SY4_8CUpLpI/AAAAAAAAADY/ifkEqGT-12U/s1600-h/Sadler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300244112109809298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SY4_8CUpLpI/AAAAAAAAADY/ifkEqGT-12U/s200/Sadler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;WAHOO!!!! NASCAR season has started!!! I'm sittin here with a Kahlua and cream in one hand, the computer in my lap, my wiener snuggled up one side, my hubby on the other and THE BUD SHOOT OUT ON MY TV!!!!!!! My favorite driver, Elliot Sadler stared second and there's been two wrecks so far none involving him!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;If you haven't caught on yet I'm a HUGE NASCAR FAN!!! You can find me every Sunday (and several Saturdays) from the third Sunday in February until mid November in front of the TV screaming and jumping around like a moron. I just can't help myself. I grew up watching and going to races with my dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;There is just something about the sound of the cars, the smell of the track, the adrenaline in the air, it's just thrilling. I mean I am just sitting here in my living room and my heart is pounding!!! Oh, Oh wreck number three....Sadler made it through!!!! YEHAW!! Daytona is such a fantastic track. Come on FOUR WIDE!!!!! Now that's entertainment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Boy someday I'd love to go for a ride in a stock car just to see how it feels to go 200 mph right up against the wall!!!!! That would be freakin awesome!!!!  Ok I can't focus on blogging the race is to crazy to look away from!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Man I LOVE NASCAR!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-3697163485478551989?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/3697163485478551989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=3697163485478551989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/3697163485478551989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/3697163485478551989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2009/02/hot-damn-im-happy-race-fan.html' title='HOT DAMN I&apos;M A HAPPY RACE FAN!!!!!!'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SY4_8CUpLpI/AAAAAAAAADY/ifkEqGT-12U/s72-c/Sadler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-2038772697877786319</id><published>2009-02-06T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:33:52.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P Lux</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SYy6QjmMAEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pCmXAfTLo-4/s1600-h/bad+music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299815655104315458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SYy6QjmMAEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pCmXAfTLo-4/s200/bad+music.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;I found out today that the lead singer of one of my all time favorite bands had gone onto the great unknown. I felt like I lost a good friend. Lux Interior was the lead singer for The Cramps, a shockabilly, balls to the wall band. I saw then twice once in NYC and once at the Stone Pony. Both experiences were life altering. Their music is nothing short of AMAZING!!! You couldn't help but want to party your ass off when you heard them. Many a hazing night was spent with good friends listening to Lux belt out "Bikini Girls with Machine Guns". Bad Music for Bad People is one of the GREATEST albums ever made. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;With his passing I feel sad. All my favorites rockers from my younger years are begining to drop like flies. It's a real drag getting old!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-2038772697877786319?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/2038772697877786319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=2038772697877786319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/2038772697877786319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/2038772697877786319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2009/02/rip-lux.html' title='R.I.P Lux'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SYy6QjmMAEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pCmXAfTLo-4/s72-c/bad+music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-5801013453962823910</id><published>2009-02-04T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:46:02.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I spent the day with a wiener in my lap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;So I was feeling off yesterday, my head and chest hurt.  My hips were still paining from the four hour dance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;marathon&lt;/span&gt; known as a wedding I attended Saturday night. (Worth every bit of agony I have been in since)  So hubby stayed home to take care of the kiddies and me.  Also it was snowing and he promised my four year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;they'd&lt;/span&gt; go sleigh riding.  Nine year old was bent that he had to go to school but tough!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;So my day started off on the couch with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wiener&lt;/span&gt; in my lap...my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wiener&lt;/span&gt; dog that is.  She curled right up on me and went to sleep.  She kept me warm.  Every where I went she followed and wound up in my lap.  The couch, the bed, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;love seat&lt;/span&gt; I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wiener&lt;/span&gt; in my lap!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!!  It was nice to have my own personally foot warmer, it is very useful!  I highly recommend it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-5801013453962823910?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/5801013453962823910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=5801013453962823910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/5801013453962823910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/5801013453962823910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-spent-day-with-wiener-in-my-lap.html' title='I spent the day with a wiener in my lap'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-7275829662925549822</id><published>2009-01-30T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:23:08.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting Patiently...NOT!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SYNSIpnBl3I/AAAAAAAAADA/Go2UtNBTbHU/s1600-h/CT+-+Steal+Away[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297167895279802226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SYNSIpnBl3I/AAAAAAAAADA/Go2UtNBTbHU/s400/CT+-+Steal+Away%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;OK I know my husband is going to make fun of me but I really don't care. The suspense is killing me over the release of the Celtic Thunder 2009 tour dates!!! The fall tour was awesome!! My husband's very Irish Aunt and I went and had a wonderful time. This tour the whole family is going to go. My kids LOVE Celtic Thunder and hubby well he tolerate our enjoyment. CT puts on a fantastic show and the music is very diverse, something for everyone. So all I have to say is Sharon announce the dates already before me and countless other fans POP!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-7275829662925549822?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/7275829662925549822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=7275829662925549822' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/7275829662925549822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/7275829662925549822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2009/01/waitng-patientlynot.html' title='Waiting Patiently...NOT!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SYNSIpnBl3I/AAAAAAAAADA/Go2UtNBTbHU/s72-c/CT+-+Steal+Away%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-8561205830863842792</id><published>2009-01-29T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:35:05.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm raising a Free Range Kid!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;My Cub Scout Pack spent the night at the Franklin Institute this past Saturday. My son is nine, we were locked in, lots of security measures and everyone had cell phones. My husband and I plus a couple other parents let our boys "roam free" the entire time. We trusted them to stick together and not do anything stupid. We would check in with them now and then by phone or have a meeting time to see a show together but for the most part they were free to do what they wanted. The parents had a great time, the boys had a great time, it was a learning experience for us all. I mean how often do you get to run around a museum after hours with your two best buds and no parents to "cramp" your style!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-8561205830863842792?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/8561205830863842792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=8561205830863842792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/8561205830863842792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/8561205830863842792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-think-im-raising-free-range-kid.html' title='I think I&apos;m raising a Free Range Kid!!!'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-8712518071964285541</id><published>2009-01-28T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:34:34.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Love 'Um part du</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;So the little wise ass got me again this evening, here's the story:  I'm sitting on the couch with my four year old and she says to me "Mommy I stink, smell me, I stink" so I smell her hair and say jokingly "Oh yeah PEW!" So she says "No Mommy smell by fingers".  So I figured I'd humor her and smell them and they really did stink.  So I say "WOW, your right your fingers do stink" and she starts laughing and says "That's 'cause they were in my butt!!"  NICE!!!!  I thought my husband was going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hyperventilate&lt;/span&gt; he was laughing so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-8712518071964285541?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/8712518071964285541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=8712518071964285541' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/8712518071964285541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/8712518071964285541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2009/01/gotta-love-um-part-du.html' title='Gotta Love &apos;Um part du'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-1509116108656216897</id><published>2009-01-28T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:15:53.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Love 'Um!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;My four year old daughter comes into my room yesterday morning as usual and we do our normal ritual: talking and snuggling. When done she goes to walk out of the room and say's to me "Bye Turd...OH I mean I love you mom!!!" and she looks over her shoulder with the devil dancing in her eyes. I was actually rendered speechless. I didn't want to laugh but it was really funny. I wasn't sure if I should yell at her because it was really funny. So I just chose to ignore it and say nothing. It just goes to show that what goes around comes around. I pride myself on being a wise ass. My angel is following in her mother's foot steps!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-1509116108656216897?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/1509116108656216897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=1509116108656216897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/1509116108656216897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/1509116108656216897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2009/01/goota-love-um.html' title='Gotta Love &apos;Um!!'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-7036323098746051655</id><published>2009-01-27T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T07:11:26.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Back!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Wow, we got hit with one of those kill the computer virus worm things and it total screwed me all up.  I couldn't do anything for a week.  I felt like I had lost a family member!!  Man that's sad...I think I'm a computer junkie.  I need to check e-mail like every hour or I get all jittery...LOL!!  And if there is no new mail I'll actually read old mail.  I never realized how much time I spend on the computer until I didn't have it.  A good portion of my day is spent typing, searching and reading.  I think I need to do time management when it comes to my computer usage.  I need to "wean" myself off the constant e-mail checking.  I'll need to start small, maybe check it every other hour at first.  I don't want to go to fast and go through withdrawals!!!  My husband would come home and find me in the fetal position all sweaty and shaky..."OMG WHAT HAPPENED?!?!?!"  "I went cold turkey...I think I'm going to barf!!!" Then I become a closet e-mail checker and I wind up on the streets all strung out hitting the local library and cyber cafes trying to get my e-mail fix!!!!   LOL!!!  Now that's a mental picture!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-7036323098746051655?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/7036323098746051655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=7036323098746051655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/7036323098746051655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/7036323098746051655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally-back.html' title='Finally Back!!!!'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-4199737604852918418</id><published>2009-01-21T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T07:53:34.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weenkini</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;I picked my son up from school on Friday and we start our usual chatter, how was school, do you have homework, where you warm enough? And some how we get on the subject of dressing our dog up. My daughter says we should put boots on the dog, son says how about a hula skirt and then, then we got really silly. Daughter says let's put her in a bathing suit and sons says a bikini and daughter says "that would be a lot of tops to cover all her boobies!!" And I say she would need a "Weenkini!" We all crack up and that's how the picture below was created. The twisted mind of my artist husband and the freaky vision of the rest of us!!! Enjoy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SXiWT2wzxvI/AAAAAAAAACw/EUgO28eeA6U/s1600-h/weenkeeni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294146629835933426" style="WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SXiWT2wzxvI/AAAAAAAAACw/EUgO28eeA6U/s400/weenkeeni.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-4199737604852918418?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/4199737604852918418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=4199737604852918418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/4199737604852918418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/4199737604852918418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2009/01/weenkini.html' title='Weenkini'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SXiWT2wzxvI/AAAAAAAAACw/EUgO28eeA6U/s72-c/weenkeeni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-8378579079488433237</id><published>2009-01-15T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:02:03.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;gotten hurt but you don't know how??  My pinky finger on my right hand is killing me.  It started yesterday afternoon.  It's swollen and sore and I have no idea what I did.  You would think, with the way it looks and feels, I would remember but nope NOT A CLUE!!!!  Is this part of the ageing process?  Things just start hurting for no apparent reason!!  I don't mind getting old because age is just a state of mind and mine is fairly twisted.  But I can really do without the aches and random pains!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-8378579079488433237?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/8378579079488433237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=8378579079488433237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/8378579079488433237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/8378579079488433237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever...'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-2481592809582404795</id><published>2009-01-10T16:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T10:57:13.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circus Follow Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So I did just what I said I was going to do at the PTO meeting...I sat and listened. I listened to parents complain but offer no solutions. I listened to the PTO President basically beg for volunteers...and not one complaining parent raised their hand. I listened to the Principle apologize for handling the situation at the Holiday Sing badly. All this time I just sat and I listened. I began thinking to myself "self it is in the best interest of your children and your Cub Scouts to make nice with the Principle." So I did. I apologised for losing my temper, and so did she, but I did reiterate my disappointment and aggravation over not being let in. We spoke to each other in a mature, respectful manor. (I am a firm believer that you get more flies with sugar then vinegar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, once our conversation was over this one mom who can best be described as a "Bull in a China Shop" piped up and said "If your love fest is over I want to speak....I DID HAVE MY HAND UP FIRST". OK, whatever....well this very in your face women began to blast the Principle about how she had made a huge mistake by not letting parents in. That the excuse of Fire Marshal codes was BULLSHIT, she actually said that, and that she owes every parent and student an apologize. That she "ruined" every one's holiday. Well I for one can say my holiday was perfectly wonderful...maybe her family sucks and this was all she had to look forward too?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When it was all said and done the "Bull" and her friend actually volunteered to help PTO with a couple of functions and I was flashed the death look from them when I went over to the Principle and we shook hands and exchanged pleasantries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I still do not agree with many of her policies but I feel that being mature is a much better way to handle the situation then demanding changed and stomping your foot like a spoiled child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-2481592809582404795?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/2481592809582404795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=2481592809582404795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/2481592809582404795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/2481592809582404795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2009/01/circus-follow-up.html' title='Circus Follow Up'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-4616441622986314240</id><published>2009-01-08T09:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:33:54.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Ring Circus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Well tonight is the first PTO meeting after the giant miss step taken by the Principle at my son's elementary school. If you remember I blogged about how the Principle decided that parents were not welcome at the school's holiday sing however she forgot to tell us about it. Twenty five to thirty parents were turned away at the door. Well tonight is the night everyone will get to "express" their concerns. If should be a hoot!!! I've received three calls so far making sure I was going. I'm not only going I think I'll wear my party hat!! LOL!!! It's going to be a riot watching the Principle try to dig her way out of this one. She handled the situation poorly. There were several options she could have used but instead she insulted and infuriated the parents. Like I said it's going to be a very entertaining meeting. I'll keep you posted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-4616441622986314240?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/4616441622986314240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=4616441622986314240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/4616441622986314240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/4616441622986314240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2009/01/three-ring-circus.html' title='Three Ring Circus'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-7645167588403013264</id><published>2009-01-07T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:34:19.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OK, I need some SUN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I have a really bad case of the blahs do to the lack of sunshine. I hate dreary winter days. I need sun on my face!!! It can be cold BUT I NEED SUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I get all funky and moody, well ok more moody, when the sun hides. I don't want to do anything but sleep. And even that is not satisfying. I NEED SUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-7645167588403013264?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/7645167588403013264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=7645167588403013264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/7645167588403013264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/7645167588403013264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2009/01/ok-i-need-som-sun.html' title='OK, I need some SUN!!!'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-6434191013224780294</id><published>2009-01-03T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T07:49:28.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How was my New Year....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SV-IO_0JElI/AAAAAAAAACg/0LMrMBKo6rs/s1600-h/New+Years+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287094278785929810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SV-IO_0JElI/AAAAAAAAACg/0LMrMBKo6rs/s400/New+Years+A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;...'nough said!!!! LMAO!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-6434191013224780294?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/6434191013224780294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=6434191013224780294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/6434191013224780294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/6434191013224780294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-was-my-new-year.html' title='How was my New Year....'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SV-IO_0JElI/AAAAAAAAACg/0LMrMBKo6rs/s72-c/New+Years+A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-3840420477527146373</id><published>2008-12-31T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:14:00.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaahh a New Year...</title><content type='html'>I am looking forward to 2009.  A fresh new start, well fresh as the date some old problems will be following...bills, lawsuit, aches, pains...did I mention bills?  Any who, I am going to try and be positive which is really not like me.  I am always waiting for that other shoe to drop.  Always prepared for the worse this way I am not shocked.  But I am really going to try this year to have a better out look.  I am not going to say that I am going to lose weight, I'm just not going to gain anymore.  I'm not going to say that I will eliminated debit, I'm just not going to add to it.  I'm not going to say that I will be "nicer" to people, I'm just going to say things in my head instead of out loud.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However there are a few this to look forward to in 2009:  I'm turning forty and I am OK with that.  Celtic Thunder will be back in the states at some point YEAH!!!  We have a great new camper to spend fabulous family time in.  The community pool and all the fun that goes with that.  Good friends are getting married and it's going to be a rockin wedding.  The last year of Cub Scout obligation!!! (I do have mixed emotion about that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to 2008 you had your up and downs now go away!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-3840420477527146373?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/3840420477527146373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=3840420477527146373' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/3840420477527146373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/3840420477527146373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2008/12/aaahh-new-year.html' title='Aaahh a New Year...'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-3435721032863195432</id><published>2008-12-30T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:53:11.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How much for a Maid???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I feel the mess in my house is consuming my life. It actually affects my mood. No matter how hard I try I can't seem to dig out from under it. Of course my kids don't help...they are slobs. I'm sure it's my fault, I can be lazy. But still I am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt; of cleaning and it's still a disaster. I would love to come home one day and "PUFF" everything is away!! Maybe what I need is a Fairy Godmother and not a maid??? Hum!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-3435721032863195432?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/3435721032863195432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=3435721032863195432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/3435721032863195432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/3435721032863195432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-much-for-maid.html' title='How much for a Maid???'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-5428015162977096813</id><published>2008-12-28T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:53:49.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light weight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;I'm feeling my age today which is rare.  We had friends over last night for drinks.  After three glasses of wine I was toast...but of course I kept going.  I had to throw the towel in at glass number five.  You know when you've had enough when you are laughing at yourself do the fact that you can no longer formulate words.  Yes I was gone!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;I was rather impressed that I was able to make it to my bed without any help from hubby.  Oh my pillow, how sweet it was.  It never felt so good to be horizontal.  I think I was able to give a good night kiss to my hubby and mumble "I love you".  The last thing I remember is laughing to myself about how trashed I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Morning did come way to soon and I was thrilled that I didn't have a hangover.  After a nice cup of coffee I was able to pull my act together...sort of.  I did spend most of the day laying around and feeling really tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;The good ole days of partying all night are long gone...oh well!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-5428015162977096813?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/5428015162977096813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=5428015162977096813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/5428015162977096813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/5428015162977096813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2008/12/light-weight.html' title='Light weight'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-2354457316301744936</id><published>2008-12-24T10:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:23:07.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve and Food Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;So as usual the holidays have snuck up on me despite all me plans and I found myself in the food store today with my kids.  The parking lot was a zoo, as can be expected since there is a Walmart in the same shopping center.  As I pulled in I prepared myself for the possibility of long lines, bitchie people, empty selves and whinie kids however that wasn't the case at all.  The store was fairly empty, the selves were stocked and people seemed cheerful.  My kids even behaved, they even helped.  The nine year old pushed the cart and the four year helped me pick out crackers and fruit.  There was no line to check out and we breezed right through.  I felt a sense of calm come over me...until we stepped out of the store and into the parking lot.  WOW, people are crazed!!!  Everyone is doing the Parking Lot Rodeo, beeping, yelling, using hand gestures.  What a great way to spread the Holiday Spirt...cursing out an elderly couple because they took to long to pull out!!!!  Merry Christmas!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-2354457316301744936?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/2354457316301744936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=2354457316301744936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/2354457316301744936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/2354457316301744936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve-and-food-shopping.html' title='Christmas Eve and Food Shopping'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-1458160615861285821</id><published>2008-12-23T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:28:19.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OK I'm on my broom now!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Regarding the school not allowing parents into the Holiday Sing....they really did turn us away!!!  Twentyfive to thirty parents were basically thrown out of my son's elementary school this afternoon because we "were not invited" to be there.  Our children were singing in the choir and playing instruments in the orchestra for the staff, faculty and fellow students but NOT THEIR PARENTS.  We don't count.  Except when you need something from us...like MONEY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is going to be devastated when he realizes I'm not there however I did tell him that the Principle may not let me in SOooooooo I know he will spread that to his fellow classmates who will in turn tell their parents.  I love to stir the pot!!!  Hell I lead a revolt today!!!  All those parents stood behind me and made comments as loud or louder then me.  Once we were told to leave I told all my "followers" to make sure to attend the January PTO meeting.  The only way to get change is to make it happen.  I'm a put up or shut up kind-a gal!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked away many parents remained.  They had worked themselves up into a "Call the Cops" frenzy.  I suggested the better way to handle it was to walk away and commit to making a change by attending PTO meetings and letter writing.  It's amazing what an article in the local newspaper can do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also makes me wonder what is going on in the school that the Principle doesn't want parents in the halls to often?!?!?!  It seems to me that she should be thrilled that so many parents want to be part of their children's school life yet she is not.  WHY?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-1458160615861285821?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/1458160615861285821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=1458160615861285821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/1458160615861285821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/1458160615861285821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2008/12/ok-im-on-my-broom-now.html' title='OK I&apos;m on my broom now!!!!'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-4550007063679930223</id><published>2008-12-22T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T17:08:18.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow up to "I'm a Dork"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OK, look at this picture and tell me that this is not the cutest Tinker Bell you have ever seen!!!! I even had spray glitter with me and she glittered from head to toe!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282785895750275554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SVA5yGSjkeI/AAAAAAAAACY/r0oirMkNdKg/s400/DSCN48532008-12-15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Again I ask: "Am I really a Dork for getting all choked up?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-4550007063679930223?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/4550007063679930223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=4550007063679930223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/4550007063679930223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/4550007063679930223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2008/12/follow-up-to-im-dork.html' title='Follow up to &quot;I&apos;m a Dork&quot;'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SVA5yGSjkeI/AAAAAAAAACY/r0oirMkNdKg/s72-c/DSCN48532008-12-15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-1320975339027048560</id><published>2008-12-22T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:44:31.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So disappointing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The following is a letter that I wrote to the PTO President of the Elementary School my son goes to (Not like it is going to mean a whole lot but shit I'm pissed!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  am very disappointed in our elementary school (real name changed for obvious reasons) and their desire to exclude parents from school activities.  My son is playing the Cello tomorrow during the Christmas Sing.  He really wants me to come and see him.  I had heard through the grape vine that parents were not invited and I thought that must be a mistake.  Well it is not.  I called the school today and was told that this was a school wide event that did not include parents.  I asked if I did come would I be able to see him play and I was told that it could not be guaranteed.   That is just ridiculous and unacceptable.  This is an elementary school not a prison.  If I want to come and see my son play Christmas songs with the school orchestra I should be able to.&lt;br /&gt;I am very disappointed in this attitude of excluding parents.  Something has to change.  All the other elementary schools do many holiday events including a concert at night.  My son is going to be devastated that I will mostly not be able to see him play.&lt;br /&gt;What a great way to spread holiday cheer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does anyone else find it insane that as a parent I can not come and see my son in his Holiday Concert?!?!?!?  Or is it just me????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-1320975339027048560?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/1320975339027048560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=1320975339027048560' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/1320975339027048560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/1320975339027048560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-disappointing.html' title='So disappointing'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-2982516840922887860</id><published>2008-12-18T08:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:49:40.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW...What a Week!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;Ok, I'm back from Disney...which was great and I will blog about it later but let me tell you about my week back so far. First, our plane had to circle Philly Airport for an extra hour because only one run way was open. Apparently a plane had to make an emergency landing earlier in the day. The landing gear didn't fully open so they filled the run way with foam and the plane had to "crash land". Now I HATE flying so the extra time in the air ascending and descending and banking was just absolute torture. We finally land in terminal A we have to walk all the way to terminal B for our luggage. Not really a big deal just annoying. Once we retrieve our luggage and catch our shuttle home our next saga began. It is max a 45 minute ride from Philly Airport to my front door but we get several other passenger on our shuttle from the Northeast which is a little inconvenient but tolerable. Well it turns out that the one older lady going to Feasterville really has no idea where the house is she is being dropped off at...NICE I know. Mean while I am so fried I just want to go HOME!!!! Finally we locate the house and drop her off. Now we are at least 20 minutes from my house. In my head I'm like "Dude get on Rt. 1 and go!!!" which he does but he is one of those drivers who can't hold the gas peddle at one steady speed and I'm about to freak out!! 60...50...55...50...60...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! JUST DRIVE ONE SPEED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we arrive home...Thank GOD... to begin the next stage of our saga. We have a house alarm that is hard wired into the police station and we have never had a problem with it UNTIL THAT NIGHT!!! The keypad was frozen...we could not turn the alarm off. It's very loud and very scary to my four year old. Hubby and I are frantically trying to get the alarm to turn off. I'm on the phone with the alarm service telling them not to send the police and finding out how to get this damn thing to shut off. Finally hubby yanks it out of the wall and cuts the wires. Silences!!!! Apparently there was a power surge while we were gone and the keypad got zapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is 1AM and we can finally go to bed. Kids are asleep. Alarm is off. House is warm (I'm way cheap, I turned the heat down to 55 while we were gone) All is right with the world...NOT. Son wakes up coughing and has a fever. Give him some meds and send him back to bed. Beep, Beep, Beep...it's 7AM. I can't even open my eyes. Kids are still snoring. Screw it NO SCHOOL TODAY!!!! Yeah...back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the kids and I woke up (poor hubby had to go to work) the day went fine until 5:30PM. Hubby calls "Hey hun, battery is dead in my car" and I'm like "Isn't there someone there who can jump you?! I don't want to drive out!!" Hubby works a half hour away and I really didn't want to go out. Thankfully he does get a jump and all is well. Besides the extra unexpected cost of a battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night is suppose to be our Cub Scout Pack's big Christmas Party. We have the Marines come and do a uniform inspection. We collect Toys for Tots. We have a big cookie exchange. Santa comes with goody bags for all the Cubs and the siblings. It's going to be a great night...well the school district cancelled all after school actives do to the impending snow (which we DID NOT GET!!!) So I spent the afternoon calling parents and organizations to cancel our party!! It really SUCKED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, I wake up sick...stuffed head, fever, cough. Hubby goes to work late so he can drop the nine year old off at school for me. Lay around all day. Four year old and I nap on the couch. Felt better after a shower. Pull it together enough to make meatballs for dinner!! (I know, I'm awesome...LOL!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here it is Thursday and the day is going ok...if you don't count the whack job Cub parent who calls at 8:15AM accusing us of not returning calls and asking for a refund. All I have to say to you is talk to your husband before you call me with miss information and good riddens!!! I love the way people forget that our positions with the Scouts are all volunteer!!! GEEZE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's my week in a nut shell so far. I have some great Disney stories to pass along. Keep watching for those!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-2982516840922887860?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/2982516840922887860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=2982516840922887860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/2982516840922887860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/2982516840922887860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2008/12/wowwhat-week.html' title='WOW...What a Week!!!'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-5214288468829953949</id><published>2008-12-05T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:26:58.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is great...had to share!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;One sunny day in February 2009 an old man approached the White House from across Pennsylvania Ave where he had been sitting on a park bench. He spoke to the Marine standing guard and said "I would like to go and meet President Bush. " The Marine looked at the old man and replied "Sir Mr. bush is no longer president and no longer lives here." The old man says "OK" and walks away. The next day the same old man walks across and asks the same Marine the same question and the Marine a bit irritated gives the same reply and the old man walks away. On the third day the same old man comes again and asks the same Marine " I would like to go in and meet President Bush."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Now the marine is even more irritated at the man and says "I told you yesterday and the day before that Mr. Bush is no longer president and no longer lives here. Don't you understand?" The old man looked at the Marine and said "I understand, I just love hearing it." The Marine snapped to attention, saluted and said "See you tomorrow sir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-5214288468829953949?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/5214288468829953949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=5214288468829953949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/5214288468829953949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/5214288468829953949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-greathad-to-share.html' title='This is great...had to share!!!'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-6399456705587029711</id><published>2008-12-05T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T05:19:28.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can do it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;One more day until we leave for the happiest place on earth....DISNEY WORLD!!!!!!  I really need this fun filled vacation.  The stress of life is getting to me...mainly the lack of cash flow.  I need to turn my brain off for a while and not think deep.  Just surface thinking.  What's the difference?  Well deep thinking includes the present and the future while surface thinking is more like which ice cream do I want and what ride should we go on next.  I want to be carefree even if it's just for a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The state of the economy scares me.  My credit card bills scare me.  The thought of refinancing, which I have decided not to do, scares me.  The grocery bill scares me.  I'm tired of being scared!!!! I just want to forget everything and have some fun!!!!  The only "scared" I want to be during the next week involves a rollercoaster!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISNEY TAKE ME AWAY!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-6399456705587029711?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/6399456705587029711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=6399456705587029711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/6399456705587029711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/6399456705587029711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-can-do-it.html' title='I can do it....'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-950831366706185685</id><published>2008-12-02T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T07:43:42.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE LAUNDRY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;OMG...I HATE LAUNDRY!!! I swear it multiplies...you throw one pair of jeans in the laundry room and by morning there are four!!! And if you don't wash them right away there will be six by lunch. It's evil, EVIL stuff. So time consuming!! Never ending!!! And once it's washed you have to dry it, fold it and put it away!! By the time you get that all done THERE ARE MORE DIRTY CLOTHES!! Where does it all come from?? Are there laundry gnomes?? Is their sole purpose in life to create piles of dirty clothes???? Do they have a look out who alerts the rest when the washer and dryer is empty. "HOLY CRAP men, she's finished it all...GET MORE!!!!" Sirens go off and gnomes search my home looking for crap for me to wash. I need a laundry holiday. National Screw Dirty Clothes Day!! Now that would be sweet. A day when the washer and dryer are silent!! But then that would mean twice as much the next day. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! DAMN I REALLY HATE LAUNDRY!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-950831366706185685?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/950831366706185685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=950831366706185685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/950831366706185685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/950831366706185685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hate-laundry.html' title='I HATE LAUNDRY!!!!!'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-5845320886808830781</id><published>2008-11-25T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:22:36.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Apparently my four year old's preschool teacher told the class that "Mommy's have eyes in the back of their head" and ever since then my daughter has been curious about it.  Well today while I was sitting on the floor putting in the Walle DVD, which I might add is a GREAT movie, Gracie comes up behind me and asks if she can "see the eyes in the back of my head".   I tell her sure and she starts looking through my hair.  Now she is really searching and I tell her to be careful and with that I yell "Ouch,  you poked me in the eye!" and I start rubbing the back of my head.  She pulls her hand back and say's she's sorry and runs to the couch.  At this point I am cracking up on the inside.  I turn to tell her that it was alright and she has the sad face again.  "Mommy, I want eyes in the back of my head too" she sighs.  "Well honey you will get them when you become a mommy" I comment back trying not to burst out laughing.  With that she says "But I want them now...I don't want to wait 'till I'm old like you!!"  and crosses her arms across her chest and makes a pouty face.  "Sorry those are the rules" I tell her and leave the room.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-5845320886808830781?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/5845320886808830781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=5845320886808830781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/5845320886808830781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/5845320886808830781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2008/11/eyes.html' title='Eyes'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-4346041595747136719</id><published>2008-11-21T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:40:10.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Dork</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;We leave for our family vacation to Disney World in two weeks. I've been collecting Princess costumes for the little princes to wear while we are there. She has: Snow White, Mulan, Jasmine, Cinderella and Minnie Mouse. All I needed was Tinker Bell and the collection would be complete. But I didn't want just any costume, it had to be perfect!! After endless weeks of searching on Ebay, which by the way I am addicted to, I find it...the most adorable Tinker Bell costume WITH WINGS!! Brand New no less. So of course I bid and won. Now all I had to do was wait for it to get here, I was like a child waiting for Santa!! Well it arrived today and it is even more gorgeous in person than it was on the screen AND THE WINGS LIGHT UP!!!! Wasn't expecting that! Now for the Dork part...I actually welled up and a tear rolled down my cheek! I had found the Perfect Tinker Bell Costume for my princess!! I'm such a D-O-R-K!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-4346041595747136719?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/4346041595747136719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=4346041595747136719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/4346041595747136719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/4346041595747136719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-dork.html' title='I&apos;m a Dork'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-77426438598627991</id><published>2008-11-20T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:18:01.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ER and Nine Year Olds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Yes, I spent Wednesday night at the ER with my nine year old. It seems my four year jumped on our sleeping puppy and pulled her tail causing her to jump and snap at whatever was there. The "whatever" just happened to be my son's right hand. Petunia the Wonder Wienie bit him good. Blood every where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, fast forward to the ER. My son and I are waiting to be called back, just hanging out. Five different people came and asked us the same questions about the dog. (Poor "Tunie" she's now got a mark next to her name that wasn't really her fault) After an hour, which by ER standards really wasn't all that long, we go to an examining room. Three different people look at the wound and one more asks us about the dog. Finally the doctor comes in says he needs stitches, and I'm thinking "Well DUH!!" and he leaves to get the stuff needed to take care of it. Now all this time my son has been really quiet and looked very calm but now he's a little more animated and I see him thinking hard about something. I figure he's stressed about the stitches or the shot needed to numb the area, or how is he going to write or play cello BUT NO!!! His main concern was how was he going to play Wii!!! He's got a nasty gash in his hand and his main concern was how he was going to hold the controller in his right hand!!! N-I-C-E!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm glad to report that he only needed four stitches but received two since it was a dog bite and they were concerned about infection so it needed to stay semi open..YUCK and that Yes he was/is able to play Wii and mainly Guitar Hero with little pain!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-77426438598627991?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/77426438598627991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=77426438598627991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/77426438598627991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/77426438598627991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2008/11/er-and-nine-year-olds.html' title='The ER and Nine Year Olds'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-688685761932980955</id><published>2008-11-18T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:36:43.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Four Year Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm in working on the computer and I hear my daughter crying. So I go in to see what was wrong (I immediately thought the puppy ate one of her Barbies) and I find her sitting in the middle of the living room floor balling her eyes out. Apparently the movie "It's a Ruff Life" on Disney had just started and the beginning shows puppies in a box for people to take. Well all but the white puppy is taken. It starts to rain and the little pup is all alone in the box. It just broke my daughter heart!! "That little puppy is all alone!! Nobody wanted him!! They took all the black ones and left the white one! He's so cute...how come nobody took him?!?! I'm so sad mommy, make me feel better!!!" So I quick scoop her up in one arm and grab the remote to change the channel with the other. She was really really upset. Tears flowing, head buried in my shoulder. I tried so hard to tell her it was just a movie and it was all make believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes of snuggling me and our puppy she calmed down. I felt so bad for her. Gotta love the big hearts of kids!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-688685761932980955?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/688685761932980955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=688685761932980955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/688685761932980955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/688685761932980955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2008/11/sad-four-year-old.html' title='Sad Four Year Old'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-1060865035011202872</id><published>2008-11-17T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:25:51.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killz means Kills</title><content type='html'>So after I get the wall paper border nightmare done I start on priming the room...keeping in mind I'm still sick.  I was using Killz indoor latex low odor primer so I figured there would be no problem....RIGHT!!!!  I think I poisoned myself.  No kidding!!  I couldn't breath, it made me even more nauseated than I already was AND talk about sneezing!!!!  You think I would have learned my lesson from the last time we used Killz.  Nine years ago when we first moved into the house my husband was turning said room into the nursery.  He sent me out to get primer, which I did.  Hubby's in painting away and he comes out looking awful.  He had a headache and was seeing spots.  We thought maybe he over did it or was getting sick.  Well that wasn't the case.  Being new to the whole painting thing I didn't realize that there is exterior and interior primer...yeah, Oops I had a blonde moment and got the exterior one. (and I'm not blonde)  So that time he really was being poisoned but this time I made sure it said interior latex low order!!!  So just to recap kidz....Killz=Kills!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-1060865035011202872?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/1060865035011202872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=1060865035011202872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/1060865035011202872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/1060865035011202872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2008/11/killz-means-kills.html' title='Killz means Kills'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-3603497371517590130</id><published>2008-11-17T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:11:53.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wall Paper SUCKS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>We, meaning hubby and I...well mainly hubby, are redoing my daughters room.  She has been stuck in "nursery" limbo for about a year now.  We figured at four and a half it was time to update it for her.  Well that has been easier said then done.  The main problem was some idiot, that being ME, thought it would be so cute to have a wallpaper board in the baby's room.  Yes it went up easy enough, now getting this crap down is another story.  To start with, I still had this flu, cold, stomach virus thingy I have been battling for two weeks now.  So needless to say I was in less than a cheery mood.  So here I am scoring the boarder, rolling on the chemical that loosens the glue, waiting ten minutes and then getting down on my knees, using the scrapper thing and trying to get this paper off the wall.  It's a small room, 9X9, it should only have taken an hour...NOT!!!!  I lost track after two and a half!!!  I swear the same man who invented four inch heals is the same man who invented wall paper paste!!!  And I have learned my lesson about both.  They look nice but after dealing with them for two hours they suck monkey balls!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-3603497371517590130?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/3603497371517590130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=3603497371517590130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/3603497371517590130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/3603497371517590130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2008/11/wall-paper-sucks.html' title='Wall Paper SUCKS!!!!!'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-2234967222261509622</id><published>2008-11-17T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:31:29.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To answer "What the HELL was that?!?!?!"</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm really not sure what it was. I thought it was a piece of lung or large flem ball but it scurried away before I had a chance to identify it. Sorry!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-2234967222261509622?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/2234967222261509622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=2234967222261509622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/2234967222261509622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/2234967222261509622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-answer-what-hell-was-that.html' title='To answer &quot;What the HELL was that?!?!?!&quot;'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-9014402510850794238</id><published>2008-11-07T12:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:03:55.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell was that!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;OK, I am still sick!!  I picked my youngest up from preschool, had lunch and laid on the couch for a little rest.  To my surprise the little rubber ball actually came and laid down with me AND FELL A SLEEP!!!!  Even the hyper wiener dog joined the snooze feast.  It was blissful until the coughing fit!!  It came on slowly and built to a full blown coughing, wheezing, tears rolling down my face nightmare.  Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse this giant yellowish green congealed blob came hurling out of my mouth and landed on my leg.  I thought to myself "What the HELL is that?!?!?!"  Was it part of my lung?  Had I dislodge the worlds largest flem ball?  All I know is that it was gross!  However, after hacking this thing up I felt much better. And miraculously the dog and child stayed asleep through this whole ordeal.  N-I-C-E!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-9014402510850794238?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/9014402510850794238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=9014402510850794238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/9014402510850794238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/9014402510850794238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-hell-was-that.html' title='What the hell was that!!!'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-599432570897587267</id><published>2008-11-06T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:53:29.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Why do my children have to fight like cats and dogs, especially when I'm sick????  I asked nicely, please just go do something that doesn't require yelling, screaming, slamming or jumping.  I say, go do your homework now so it's done.  What do I get, attitude?!!!  Which in returns makes me yell, causing my throat to strain which in return sends me into a coughing fit which just makes me more mad!!!  Why, why can't they just give me a break!!!!!  AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!  Gotta love 'um...or do we???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-599432570897587267?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/599432570897587267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=599432570897587267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/599432570897587267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/599432570897587267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2008/11/why.html' title='Why????'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-8679156825582598589</id><published>2008-11-06T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:27:20.451-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News and Politics'/><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMavsnUhiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kh_3ybJNIRg/s1600-h/obama-obey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265581796058498594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMavsnUhiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kh_3ybJNIRg/s320/obama-obey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don’t think I could have stomached anymore news or commercial coverage!! Enough is enough. Two years of political posturing is over kill!!! I’m glad..or actually THRILLED that Obama won. The Republican nightmare is almost over!!!! They have promised “change” for the last eight years…yeah we got change, change for the worse!! Now it’s time to see what the Democrats can do. Don’t screw it up!! PLEASE DON”T SCREW IT UP!!!! The thought of Caribou Barbie running in 2012 and winning is NAUSEATING!!! Oh Lord Democrats PLEASE DON’T SCREW UP this golden opportunity for change!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-8679156825582598589?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/8679156825582598589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=8679156825582598589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/8679156825582598589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/8679156825582598589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-too.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMavsnUhiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kh_3ybJNIRg/s72-c/obama-obey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-3185256566655802099</id><published>2008-11-06T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:21:50.743-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Thanks Phils</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMZfq29YcI/AAAAAAAAABA/88sbc1HOWCw/s1600-h/philles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265580421197685186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMZfq29YcI/AAAAAAAAABA/88sbc1HOWCw/s320/philles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I will admit it…I really am not a sports fan but my nine year old son is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s actually a Philly Fanatic, much to my dismay. So when the Phils made it to the World Series I knew I was in for some really boring nights, or so I thought. Well yes the games themselves where boring (to me) but watching the excitement on my son’s face was awesome. To sit an enjoy watching him thoroughly submersed, biting his nails, yelling at the TV, jumping up and doing his “Oh Yeah” dance, struggling to keep his eyes open when the games ran WAY LATE, eating pounds of popcorn…it was just GREAT!! And the best part was we, as a family, watched the Phils WIN THE WORLD SERIES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hasney’s will always be able to look back and remember being in our living room, popcorn flying in the air, clapping and screaming together when that last out was made and the Phils broke the curse!!! This is the stuff life long memories are made of!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx Phils!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-3185256566655802099?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/3185256566655802099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=3185256566655802099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/3185256566655802099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/3185256566655802099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally.html' title='Thanks Phils'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMZfq29YcI/AAAAAAAAABA/88sbc1HOWCw/s72-c/philles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-293984100310999399</id><published>2008-11-06T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:11:57.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celtic Thunder and the Gym</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I loaded both Celtic Thunder CD’s onto my new ipod and went off to the gym (which I might add is not my favorite place to go but I go anyway ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drop my stuff in the locker room and take my place at my usual elliptical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I pop in my earbuds, set the time on the machine to twenty minutes and hit play on the ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like magic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the sudden I’m not at the gym but back at the Philly concert! I closed my eyes and saw the whole show replying in my head. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMY1oMbrMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/85Xgrwx1Ee4/s1600-h/OMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SSMhG6FniQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PksmynOTElA/s1600-h/Celtic+Thunder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270092391509362946" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SSMhG6FniQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PksmynOTElA/s400/Celtic+Thunder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I must have been smiling really wide because when I opened my eyes to see how much longer I had to go the person across from me was looking at me like I was insane. Then I realized that I was not only smiling but mouthing the words and doing “Swanky” eyebrow moves . I just winked at the guy and closed my eyes and went back to the concert in my head, I had another five minutes to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was through the guy who was looking at my like I was insane was still there and he came up to me and said “I have to ask, what are you listening? It seems to bring you great joy.” I told him it was Celtic Thunder, the greatest new band that’s out. He replied with an “Oh” and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny, in this guys “weird” way he summed up how I feel about the music, the performance and the lads of Celtic Thunder…it brings me Great Joy!!!! And it also makes my workout seem not so much like torture any more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ryan, George, Paul, Keith and Damian for making me not dread the gym!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-293984100310999399?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/293984100310999399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=293984100310999399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/293984100310999399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/293984100310999399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanx-phils.html' title='Celtic Thunder and the Gym'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SSMhG6FniQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PksmynOTElA/s72-c/Celtic+Thunder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397445662661465865.post-9106892245276641421</id><published>2008-11-06T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:04:41.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Tammy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMVlHvQXLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-7qdlsBVeVo/s1600-h/The-real-me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265576116802837682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMVlHvQXLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-7qdlsBVeVo/s320/The-real-me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My name is Tammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a 39 year old woman from SE PA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am married and have two children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My primary focus is towards my children. I am a stay home mother that also manages three separate business situations. Let’s just say that Life. Is. Busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to stay active. I go to the gym and work out on a regular basis. I am getting close to turning the big 40 and am cool with it. I have two great children that make me proud 90% of the time. The other 10%? We won’t go it to that here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband? Yeah, Rick. Artist. Married 13+ years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pets? Petunia the Wonder Weinie&lt;br /&gt;Smoke? No&lt;br /&gt;Extracurricular activities? Yes, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397445662661465865-9106892245276641421?l=tammyhasney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/feeds/9106892245276641421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4397445662661465865&amp;postID=9106892245276641421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/9106892245276641421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397445662661465865/posts/default/9106892245276641421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammyhasney.blogspot.com/2008/11/celtic-thunder-and-gym.html' title='Ms. Tammy'/><author><name>itsTammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571325477237326623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMWAjIXBMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rs4qHZNmwj0/S220/8seconds1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qHMXSPA8ssM/SRMVlHvQXLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-7qdlsBVeVo/s72-c/The-real-me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
