<?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/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259921</id><updated>2008-07-08T19:26:29.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde Intuition</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><author><name>*Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012831511206842735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1572</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259921.post-1070151548998302357</id><published>2008-07-08T17:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:26:29.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i spit on your grave...er, "lot"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahh, the Church never ceases to amaze me. We received a letter recently saying they were going to charge $10 per grave per year for maintenance. Now we don't have graves, but we do have lots. Who the hell charges on lots?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I called and said, "Ya know, we've decided to be cremated so we don't need these lots anymore and we'd like to get our $ back." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She said, "Would you like to just donate that $ to the Church?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I stopped belly laughing five minutes later, I said, "No, I'd like my $ back." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She  said, "We'll have to deduct $100 from that for care." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm like, "Whoa. Care of what?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She said, "When you first bought your graves, you paid $100 on top of the price for perpetual care. We'll have to take that back." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I said, "Ok, maybe I'm not understanding you correctly because I thought "perpetual" meant "for the life of" something. That being the case, why are you asking for $10 a year per grave now?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She hesitated a moment, then said, "Well, that was how it was originally set up, but they need more money for care now." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's gonna be a LOOOOOOT of pissed off parishoners in that Church. When I asked her how she could charge us ANYTHING because we never really had graves on the lots, she said, "Well, we still have to trim the lots." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a bunch of shit. They'll take my $100, and turn right around and re-sell the lots and get another $100 from some other sucker. &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-spit-on-your-graveer-lot.html' title='i spit on your grave...er, &quot;lot&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259921&amp;postID=1070151548998302357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/1070151548998302357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1070151548998302357'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259921/posts/default/1070151548998302357'/><author><name>*Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012831511206842735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259921.post-1829023502275013811</id><published>2008-07-07T09:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:17:16.843-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot dog eating contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chiropractor'/><title type='text'>it won't be soon before long</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had my monthly chiro appts set up so that I'd come home from work on a Monday morning, shower and get my ass to his office, thus avoiding the "chit chat lag time". My chiro is a TALKER, and while I appreciate him taking the time to listen and answer my questions, I hate the fact that by 9:30 A.M., (appts. every 10 minutes beginning at 9) he's already running twenty minutes behind, and it just gets worse and worse as the day wears on.  Many is the time he is finished with my adjustment, and he sits down and continues gabbing. UGH. That's why I like to schedule my appts. no later than 9:20 A.M.  That usually gets me out of his office by 10 IF I'm lucky.  Unfortunately they changed my 9:10 appt this morning to twelve thirty. Gawd, do you have any idea how far behind he is at twelve thirty?! I might as well pack my supper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was watching this interesting piece on Dateline about your car's gas tank. They decided to do a little test to see if your car was really out of gas when the needle registered "E".  The guy drove a minivan and his van had a digital readout as well as the needle. When the needle was on "E", his digital read out told him he had 14 more miles to empty. He drove 50 miles over that for a total of 64 miles before his van actually stopped. The auto manufacturers said Americans like the "buffer". I had no idea. I thought "E" meant M. T.  so this is good to know, even though I begin panicking when the needle hovers between 1/4 and "E".  They also said that it won't harm the car if you run out of gas PERIODICALLY, and you won't harm the water pump UNLESS you try to start the car without any gas in it, two other tidbits that are good to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think one of the grossest "holiday traditions" has to be that damn July 4th hot dog eating contest that they show on TV every year during my lunch hour. Nothing more disgusting than watching someone eating and throwing up at the same time. I have to cover my eyes every time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm applying for another job. One that actually pays extra for overtime. I'm so tired of working what amounts to 17 hours overtime every week and not getting one extra penny for it. Plus working at the same wages you got 6 1/2 years ago blows big time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything has risen in the last 6 1/2 years except for my wages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is this Duffy of the "Mercy" fame that I love so much? She sounds like a sober Amy Winehouse.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-wont-be-soon-before-long.html' title='it won&apos;t be soon before long'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259921&amp;postID=1829023502275013811&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/1829023502275013811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1829023502275013811'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259921/posts/default/1829023502275013811'/><author><name>*Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012831511206842735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259921.post-6057460971624375204</id><published>2008-07-04T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T00:00:12.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>have a great one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5alKjEpXPY4/SG2Gjpw2nSI/AAAAAAAACM4/16xBJdPxFfs/s1600-h/4thjulybanner.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5alKjEpXPY4/SG2Gjpw2nSI/AAAAAAAACM4/16xBJdPxFfs/s320/4thjulybanner.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218975490256575778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5alKjEpXPY4/SG2GdK__u_I/AAAAAAAACMw/uwJuKrA57nM/s1600-h/4thjulykids.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5alKjEpXPY4/SG2GdK__u_I/AAAAAAAACMw/uwJuKrA57nM/s320/4thjulykids.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218975378919373810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/2008/07/have-great-one.html' title='have a great one!'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259921&amp;postID=6057460971624375204&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/6057460971624375204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6057460971624375204'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259921/posts/default/6057460971624375204'/><author><name>*Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012831511206842735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259921.post-8266061369293859190</id><published>2008-07-02T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T20:34:23.413-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mcdonalds sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flashpoint'/><title type='text'>and another hump day bites the dust</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have smart blogger friends. Yes, “grand cockers” IS graham crackers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why, Lord? Why? Why? Why? Seems like every time I decide to stop at the McDonald’s drive thru for an unsweetened iced tea on the way to work some jackass cuts in front of me. Inevitably, they’re the same jackass who decides to order 85 breakfast burritos or some other artery clogging crap in massive quantities. It really ticks me off when we’re sitting there for close to ten minutes. When someone is going to be longer than three minutes, they seriously need to shuffle them off to the side to wait for their food, and YES, I’m going to bitch about it to McDonald’s when I fill out the customer (dis)satisfaction survey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love the commercial for the new CBS show Flashpoint. The part where the SWAT sniper in full gear steps into the elevator is hilarious. You can hear everyone thinking the same thing…..”oooooooooo SHIT”.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-another-hump-day-bites-dust.html' title='and another hump day bites the dust'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259921&amp;postID=8266061369293859190&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/8266061369293859190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8266061369293859190'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259921/posts/default/8266061369293859190'/><author><name>*Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012831511206842735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259921.post-178575341965717187</id><published>2008-07-01T17:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:07:02.639-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domestic violence'/><title type='text'>whats love got to do with it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My gf lost her sister in law last week to a domestic violence incident. Her husband murdered her and then committed suicide. I'm so grateful their three children were not in residence because I'm sure he would have murdered them, too. After all, he threatened many times to do just that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What ticks me off is the article in the newspaper in which they talked about how he threatened to murder them all, then it's followed up with "...blah blah became distraught over the thought of losing his children when his wife moved to another state." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Threatening to murder your entire family is not based on fears of losing your children because you love them, it's based on control and manipulation, so it angers me when they try to make it seem like he was so worried about losing contact with the kids that he went berserk. He was full of hatred and rage. None of this had anything to do with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And leaving three young children alone in this world without either parent more than proves that.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-love-got-to-do-with-it.html' title='whats love got to do with it?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259921&amp;postID=178575341965717187&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/178575341965717187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/178575341965717187'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259921/posts/default/178575341965717187'/><author><name>*Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012831511206842735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259921.post-8295293099422962142</id><published>2008-07-01T13:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T13:00:00.748-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mccain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hands free cell phone law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new gong show'/><title type='text'>my head is where it's always been, if only i'd known where</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have to roll my eyes every time I see the John McCain commercial in which he’s standing in the mountains, wearing a baseball cap and a long sleeved corduroy shirt as he attempts to look like the “average man”. Puhleeze. Neither of these two clowns can make that claim and they look absolutely ridiculous trying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love that commercial for the New Gong Show on Comedy Central in which Triumph the Insult Dog says, “I’ve found the one place that I’m too classy for.” LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was reading a news story that talked about a hand held cell phone usage law that goes into effect July 1st in California. In the article, they talked about possible excuses motorists will use once the law kicks in . One was the people would claim they were not talking but were text messaging instead, which remains legal until January 1st, 2009. Why in the world would you outlaw talking on a cell phone, but not outlaw text messaging, which IMHO, is ten times worse? Now you not only have to concentrate on driving, but finding the right letters, sending the message and reading the response. They should BOTH be outlawed nationwide, as should hands free talking. You’re still doing two things at once and driving is difficult enough when you’re paying attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boss #1’s car is on the fritz so she asked me if I would pick up the groceries we’d need for the week. Since I was off last week, most of the list was written by Overtime Hawg. I stood in the grocery store a good five minutes this morning trying to figure out what the heck “grandcockers” were. The first time I read it, I’m like, “damn! You can buy those things in the grocery store?!” See if you can figure out what she meant. I’ll post the answer tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-head-is-where-its-always-been-if.html' title='my head is where it&apos;s always been, if only i&apos;d known where'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259921&amp;postID=8295293099422962142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/8295293099422962142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8295293099422962142'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259921/posts/default/8295293099422962142'/><author><name>*Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012831511206842735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259921.post-7876087850526401372</id><published>2008-06-30T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T17:26:03.013-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lexmark printers'/><title type='text'>WOW! it really DOES pay to call the company!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guess what Lexmark sent me in the mail today?! The black cartridge! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks, Lexmark! You rock!!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/2008/06/wow-it-really-does-pay-to-call-company.html' title='WOW! it really DOES pay to call the company!'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259921&amp;postID=7876087850526401372&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/7876087850526401372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7876087850526401372'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259921/posts/default/7876087850526401372'/><author><name>*Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012831511206842735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259921.post-3087844485775178052</id><published>2008-06-29T17:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T17:25:45.241-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kathy griffin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family feud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dan in real life'/><title type='text'>my hands are shaking from carrying this torch for you</title><content type='html'>I watched “Dan in Real Life” starring Steve Carel last night. It was ok. BTW, if you’re putting out a DVD, don’t even bother with “bonus features” unless you’re including a blooper reel. And if you do include a blooper reel, don’t fill it with people bursting out into uncontrollable laughter. At least, give us a clue as to WHY they’re laughing. Doesn’t mean a whole hell of a lot otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite line from the movie was when Dan’s teenage daughter was angry with him because he wouldn’t allow her to see her boyfriend that she insisted she loved. She said, ‘You are a murderer of love.” A short time later they were having a family talent show, and Dan said, “Put me down (on the list).” His relative said, “What’s your talent?” And he said, “murderer of love.” LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say this, but the guy who does the “ShamWow” commercial is scary looking. ‘Scary’ as in “fulfilling community service requirements” ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still waiting for my Memo to Me email reminder telling me the new season of Kathy Griffin: My Life on the D List has started when I turned on tv yesterday afternoon and found out Kathy is already three shows into the new season. And there are only six to begin with! The great thing about Bravo is that they tend to run the shows over and over. I got to see all three shows Saturday afternoon, so I’m caught up. I was surprised to see that Tom’s brother is a hottie cop from St. Louis. Kathy got a police escort from her St. Louis show. She seriously needs to play that angle up more. I love Kathy but she seriously needs to stop having work on her face. She’s suffering from Joan Rivers syndrome. Her face is tight, but her neck isn’t and that makes her look even older and more unnatural. And I don’t even get it because Kathy is a pretty woman. She doesn’t need at that surgery, but it does seem rather ironic when she makes fun of celebrities with bad plastic surgery.  Cyndi Lauper was on Kathy’s Australian show and she looks great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching an old episode of Family Feud with Richard Dawson today. The question was, “Name an animal that has a three letter name.” The first guy said, “Frog.” The second guy said, “alligator.”  Richard Dawson said, “I thought ‘frog’ was bad until you came along with ‘alligator’.” The funny thing is they both gave it some thought before they answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw an old episode of COPS from Vegas in which two guys beat the snot out of each other. The officer asked the one if he wanted to press charges, and he said, “Hell, no. This is my brother-in-law. We’re family.”</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-hands-are-shaking-from-carrying-this.html' title='my hands are shaking from carrying this torch for you'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259921&amp;postID=3087844485775178052&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/3087844485775178052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3087844485775178052'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259921/posts/default/3087844485775178052'/><author><name>*Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012831511206842735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259921.post-6974024533938152864</id><published>2008-06-26T18:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T18:58:55.028-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lexmark printers'/><title type='text'>Lexmark cares!</title><content type='html'>I bought a new Lemark printer/scanner/copier last week. This is my third Lexmark and I like them because they're quality. I got rid of the first one because I wanted the 3/1 combo and I would have used the second one with my laptop, but it wasn't compatible with my operating system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the fact that Lemark included everything I needed. Well, they used to. This time around there was no black cartridge and no USB2 cord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I think it's pretty damn sucky that Lexmark doesn't even include a black cartridge with a brand new product. Their reasoning is that you can do black printing with the color cartridge. That's lame, Lexmark, you're only doing it to save yourselves expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That having been said, I called to complain about the fact that there was no USB2 cord included and they sent it to me, free of charge, and I received it within two business days. That's good customer service. It was a "no go" on the black cartridge though....LOL! Trust me, I tried.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/2008/06/lexmark-cares.html' title='Lexmark cares!'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259921&amp;postID=6974024533938152864&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/6974024533938152864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6974024533938152864'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259921/posts/default/6974024533938152864'/><author><name>*Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012831511206842735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259921.post-3761849873485533906</id><published>2008-06-26T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T17:03:49.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yet another reason not to nap in the afternoon..</title><content type='html'>I dreamed that there was a cop at the house writing up one of our neighbors and my husband. When my husband introduced us and I saw it was an older heavy set cop, I thought, "Why don't the hott ones ever show up at our house?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I dreamed of starting another blog where I could be more sexually explicit and I remember scribbling down that I'd call it "Lets Talk About Sex Baby".....</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/2008/06/yet-another-reason-not-to-nap-in.html' title='yet another reason not to nap in the afternoon..'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259921&amp;postID=3761849873485533906&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/3761849873485533906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3761849873485533906'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259921/posts/default/3761849873485533906'/><author><name>*Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012831511206842735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259921.post-5667575279621400028</id><published>2008-06-26T14:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:12:00.514-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home and hearth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eagle eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general mills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifetime'/><title type='text'>to sleep perchance to dream.....past 8 a.m.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love the way food companies push the envelope when it comes to labeling. In their latest commercial, General Mills actually expects us to believe that Lucky Charms is a healthy cereal because it's made with "whole grains".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. G and I DO NOT have the same sleep schedules. He's on vacation this week and I'm off for my regular days, only 1/2 Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Every morning now, he insists on getting up ULTRA EARLY so he can get all the work done early and be back in bed for his "all afternoon" nap by noonish. Unfortunately, he drags ME into these plans. This morning we had to hurry and take the dog for a walk, drop off the car to get an oil change, then come home and cut the grass. It was almost 11:30 before I had a chance to get BREAKFAST, then it was off to pick up my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is Mr. G right now? Napping for the last two hours, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather sleep in till about 10ish and then get started, skipping the nap all together. I already informed him that I am NOT doing a damn thing today and I don't care if I'm up at 5:30 A.M.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm fed up with this early bullshit and I have to be at work tomorrow while he still has Friday, Saturday and Sunday to do nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lifetime is running another "I hired a smoking hot babysitter and for the life of me, can't figure out why/how she stole my husband" movie. From what I can see, here's how it happens: a stupid woman hires a really good looking YOUNG woman to babysit her kids. Then she gets mired in her marital insecurities and her love of her career, and the babysitter makes her move by emotionally supporting the sad, overworked husband.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rule of thumb: always hire an old, unattractive babysitter. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could the commercial trailer for "Eagle Eye" BE any longer?! Ugh. They might as well just show the dumb movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-sleep-perchance-to-dreampast-8-am.html' title='to sleep perchance to dream.....past 8 a.m.'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259921&amp;postID=5667575279621400028&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/5667575279621400028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/5667575279621400028'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259921/posts/default/5667575279621400028'/><author><name>*Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012831511206842735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259921.post-7804155131535570838</id><published>2008-06-25T13:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T13:12:04.340-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ultra sound jesus'/><title type='text'>smile and say "Son of God"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poor Jesus. Ever since the whole crucifixion thing, He can't get a decent gig to save His own life. If He's not showing up on someone's shower tile or in their pancakes, He's sneaking in on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.nbc4.com/news/16705319/detail.html#"&gt; their ultrasounds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No word on whether or not Jesus hammed it up by making rabbit ears behind the fetuses' head when he/she wasn't looking...&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/2008/06/smile-and-say-son-of-god.html' title='smile and say &quot;Son of God&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259921&amp;postID=7804155131535570838&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/7804155131535570838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7804155131535570838'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259921/posts/default/7804155131535570838'/><author><name>*Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012831511206842735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259921.post-2920429718254180666</id><published>2008-06-24T12:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:24:40.957-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prostitution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome home roscoe jenkins'/><title type='text'>walk on the wild side</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seems like prostitutin' is becoming a big problem in my little 'burgh and the police published the pictures of four 'tutes the arrested the other night. Three women and one guy wearing a woman's wig. Sad to say, the best looking one was the guy with the wig....sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just finished watching "Welcome Home Roscoe Jenkins" starring Martin Lawrence and Cedric the Entertainer. In one scene, a grown up Lawrence and Cedric "redo" the obstacle course race competition they ran when they were younger. From the size of both men, the mere fact that Cedric gave Martin a run for his money is rather ridiculous if ya axe me.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/2008/06/walk-on-wild-side.html' title='walk on the wild side'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259921&amp;postID=2920429718254180666&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/2920429718254180666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/2920429718254180666'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259921/posts/default/2920429718254180666'/><author><name>*Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012831511206842735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259921.post-8311334555317557938</id><published>2008-06-23T20:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T08:32:00.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dont hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself</title><content type='html'>When men hug on TV--and I'm sorry, but I think they hug WAY MORE than "real" men do--have you noticed they always do that "clap back slap" thing? They hug each other but barely touch chests, then it's like they're uncomfortable so they slap each other on the back several times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spokesperson for Amy Winehouse said the singer does NOT have full blown emphysema, as her father first reported, but is showing the "early signs" of it. Sadly, the addict in her probably hears, "Phew! I don't have emphysema. I can still smoke crack," because ya know that's how the addicted mind works. I've been there. Not with crack or cigarettes but certainly with health issues that are affected by my bad behaviors, and unfortunately, until your back is totally against the wall, you keep doing it. I have to admit I'm a tad shocked that smoking crack ONLY gave her an irregular heartbeat and the start of emphysema. Have you ever read the ingredients in that garbage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way &lt;a href="http://www.naturalnews.com/023494.html"&gt;we treat the mentally disabled&lt;/a&gt; in this country is appalling. To shock someone SEVENTY SEVEN TIMES based on a phone call?! And one that later turned out to not even be legit? They need to shock the caller and the jerk who carried it out seventy seven times each. Sadly, the elderly are not treated much better, but they're usually drugged to death. Like my husband said, "I feel bad for anyone who has to go to the hospital and has no family member to speak for them."</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-hand-me-no-lines-and-keep-your.html' title='dont hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259921&amp;postID=8311334555317557938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/8311334555317557938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8311334555317557938'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259921/posts/default/8311334555317557938'/><author><name>*Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012831511206842735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259921.post-3561102585476445716</id><published>2008-06-22T09:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T10:09:41.136-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wayne brady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smurfs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country magazine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the list'/><title type='text'>Was it bubble gum or bad karma, let my guru be the judge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never realized how often I uttered the phrase "I'll have to ask &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://brunosblusterings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bruno&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; if he knows" until yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My husband and I were shopping for a bedspread for his mother and I said, "I don't know anything about your mother's tastes except they're not the same as mine, so I have no idea what she'd like."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. G said, "Hey, I know. Why don't you email Bruno and see if he knows what my mother likes?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm like, "What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He said, "Well you ask him everything else, why not ask him this?!"&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it Bruno is now my "go to guy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And my husband kept this up ALL DAY LONG, simply because I said I was going to ask Bruno if he knew what kind of railroad cars we had been looking at the night before. Oh and I might have mentioned asking him if he knew what 'outdoor furnaces' were all about. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When we finally decided on a bedspread, I told Mr. G, "Tell your mother that while you loved this bedspread, I hated it, so she'll like it even more...." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://articles.mercola.com/sites/articles/archive/2008/06/14/will-cocoa-soon-be-used-as-medicine.aspx?source=nl"&gt;Two of my favorite things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: chocolate and natural remedies to heal!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was watching the news the other night when the legalized gay marriages was announced and there was a so-called Christian group picketing with signs that read "God hates fags." This brought up a few questions for me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. If God is love, how can He hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. How could God hate anything He created?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. How "christian" can you be if YOU hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. How "christian" can you be if you label people with derogatory terms such as "fags"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I heard there's going to be a new Smurfs movie--isn't that smurftacular? Gawd, just the thought of it makes me want to vomit smurficiously. Anywho, they were discussing who should be Smurfette and in my mind there's only one chick who could pull that off--Jamie Presley from My Name is Earl. She'd be perfectly smurfy in the role. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I watched a movie called "The List" starring Wayne Brady the other night. Ok, first clue that this was going to suck should have been the fact that it starred Wayne Brady. Second clue was when the good looking guy said to Wayne, "I never get the girls because they all want you." UGH.  Yeah, right.  Plus Tatyana Ali was his fiancee. Now according to the ever accurate Wikipedia, Wayne is only 36 and Tat is 29. That just does NOT seem right to me because he looks a good 20 years older than she does. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was reading the latest edition of County Magazine and they had pics/stories of country weddings. Now we all know I'm a sucker for cops AND cowboys, so I thought this feature was very romantic. One couple even had a beans and franks rehersal dinner over a campfire. I can't help but think, though, that eating beans and franks the night before your wedding is not such a smart idea. Least they didn't eat it right before their honeymoon....&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/2008/06/was-it-bubble-gum-or-bad-karma-let-my.html' title='Was it bubble gum or bad karma, let my guru be the judge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259921&amp;postID=3561102585476445716&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/3561102585476445716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3561102585476445716'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259921/posts/default/3561102585476445716'/><author><name>*Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012831511206842735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259921.post-6340656591095280993</id><published>2008-06-21T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T15:09:00.720-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bumper sticker'/><title type='text'>my new bumper sticker...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5alKjEpXPY4/SF1fvnFnhnI/AAAAAAAACJA/_1cMKXBSnLE/s1600-h/bumpersticker3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5alKjEpXPY4/SF1fvnFnhnI/AAAAAAAACJA/_1cMKXBSnLE/s320/bumpersticker3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214429215115937394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confuses the hell out of 'em&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-new-bumper-sticker.html' title='my new bumper sticker...'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259921&amp;postID=6340656591095280993&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/6340656591095280993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6340656591095280993'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259921/posts/default/6340656591095280993'/><author><name>*Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012831511206842735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259921.post-6144866330669609782</id><published>2008-06-19T19:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T19:47:00.377-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mccain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road rage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hummer'/><title type='text'>Jesus loves me, this I know, because the bumper stickers tell me so</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This morning while driving to work, I heard that people who plaster bumper stickers all over the back of their car are 15% more likely to commit road rage. You know what that means, right? It’s the “Honk if you love Jesus” people that you have to look out for. Hey, I learned my lesson when the Jesus fish chick FU’ed me because I bought a Snicker bar while paying for gas. There was someone ahead of me anyway. Not like I could have moved things along any faster. Bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; For all the people who keep saying demand is the reason for high gas prices, again I’ve heard on the news that demand is DOWN. “Dramatic drop in driving” were the exact words they used. It’s the speculating that’s causing the high prices. I’m tired of people blaming consumers when it’s clear that a lot of consumers ARE cutting back on vacations and unnecessary driving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Speaking of high gas prices, Female Offspring #1 and I were out shopping last weekend and we pulled next to a beautiful cherry Hummer. Now I hate the Hummer and I think it’s abso-freaking-lutely insane to be driving them unless you live in really rough terrain....like in the Himalayas. But the paint job on this thing was gorgeous. I pointed it out to FO #1 who immediately began writing something on a piece of paper. When we passed the Hummer, she stuck the paper on the windshield.  I asked her if she was complimenting them on the color, and she said, “No, I ’thanked’ them  for hogging enough gasoline for four people.“&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5alKjEpXPY4/SFr98kRYHKI/AAAAAAAACHA/Ka_G6pzctvE/s1600-h/smlaughinghard3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5alKjEpXPY4/SFr98kRYHKI/AAAAAAAACHA/Ka_G6pzctvE/s320/smlaughinghard3.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213758735605308578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Advertising phrase that grates on my nerves these days? “Where you at?”  All the nuns who taught me English are turning over in their graves hearing that. Well, I guess they is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Gotta love how McCain keeps using the phrase “transcendental challenge” in all of his recent speeches. Politicians try to pretty all this shit up in the hopes that we’re too stupid to understand what they’re saying.  In his new tv spot, he uses the word ‘war’ four times in just seconds.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/2008/06/jesus-loves-me-this-i-know-because.html' title='Jesus loves me, this I know, because the bumper stickers tell me so'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259921&amp;postID=6144866330669609782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/6144866330669609782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6144866330669609782'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259921/posts/default/6144866330669609782'/><author><name>*Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012831511206842735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259921.post-8538239858777686486</id><published>2008-06-18T21:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:42:23.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i know St. Peter will call my name</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I saw a piece on the news for facials containing Nightingale droppings. $180 for a bird poop facial.  Have we completely lost our minds in this country? I’m firmly convinced that you could convince people to put vomit on their faces IF you touted the benefits of tighter skin, and charged a high enough price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had to take my boss to the doctor’s office this morning and didn’t they have that damn tv turned to Martha Stewart. Grrrrrrrrrr…I can only take so much of her&lt;br /&gt;t shirt making, candle dipping, basket weaving ass before I totally want to choke her. So I waited till the waiting room cleared out and despite the “please do not change the channel” sign on the tv, I changed the channel. But not before the nurse walked in…right as my finger was an inch from the button.  She said, “We’d appreciate it if you didn’t change the channel,” and she pointed to the sign. I said, “What’s the deal? You leave the tv on Martha Stewart so women will become seriously depressed and demand prescriptions to happy pills?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Lysol commercial where the chick wipes down the kitchen appliances with a chicken leg never fails to GROSS ME OUT.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-know-st-peter-will-call-my-name.html' title='i know St. Peter will call my name'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259921&amp;postID=8538239858777686486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/8538239858777686486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8538239858777686486'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259921/posts/default/8538239858777686486'/><author><name>*Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012831511206842735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259921.post-4354555299915298239</id><published>2008-06-16T20:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:24:09.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>doctor, doctor, gimme the news</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't think I will EVER understand the "logic" of the medical community. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My father is a diabetic and every morning they give him orange juice and chocolate milk as part of his breakfast. NOT Glucerna, regular chocolate milk.  An hour or two later, they come in and check his blood sugar, find it's high--big shock--then give him insulin to drive it back down.  Every time I see him at supper he has a ton of mashed potatoes or pasta.  Lather, rinse, repeat ALL DAY LONG. I do not understand this stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't they just give him a damn box of candy and let him have at it?&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/2008/06/doctor-doctor-gimme-news.html' title='doctor, doctor, gimme the news'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259921&amp;postID=4354555299915298239&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/4354555299915298239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/4354555299915298239'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259921/posts/default/4354555299915298239'/><author><name>*Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012831511206842735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259921.post-3365207254743000247</id><published>2008-06-13T19:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T19:34:21.669-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gummi lighthouses'/><title type='text'>i'm in the mood for love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://consumerist.com/tag/gummi-lighthouses/?i=5016377&amp;amp;t=these-gummi-lighthouse-candies-are-highly-inappropriate"&gt;Remind you of anything?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or am I the only perv in the house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the link, Bugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-in-mood-for-love.html' title='i&apos;m in the mood for love'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259921&amp;postID=3365207254743000247&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/3365207254743000247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3365207254743000247'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259921/posts/default/3365207254743000247'/><author><name>*Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012831511206842735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259921.post-4566547772462116317</id><published>2008-06-12T11:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:10:33.891-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lionel and nicole richie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oasis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japanese knot weed'/><title type='text'>don't look back in anger, I heard her say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a difference a day makes! Remember yesterday when I was kvetching about my Japanese Knotweed? Last night I was reading the latest vitamin catalog from Swanson and they were touting a new hair vitamin. Mr. G is always looking for something because his hair is thinning, so I checked out the ingredients. One of them was........wait for it........................JAPANESE KNOT WEED!! Yesterday's "P.I.T.A. weeds" are today's "cash crop"!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm, I need to get out my calculator for this one since Nicole is only 27 years old:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Forget about surviving 40 years in the music business. Just surviving 47 years of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1213284439_4"&gt;Nicole Richie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; has been a struggle-and-a-half, I want to tell you. I stand here as a survivor, I want you to know, for all the parents out there." — &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1213284439_5"&gt;Lionel Richie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;, accepting the "Icon" honor at the taping of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: medium none; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1213284439_6"&gt;TV Land Awards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank God men are easier to start then lawnmowers. Took me about 18 yanks to get the mower started today. Thankfully, Mr. G only takes one yank, and sometimes he's a self-starter;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was listening to one of my favorite CD's today while mowing, "What's the Story Morning Glory?" What ever happened to Oasis? Did they disband due to drugs, alcohol or "creative differences"? Of course, creative differences is a nice way of saying "someone is being an egotistical ass and we're tired of his/her temper tantrums".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I watched Million Dollar Password with Regis. Ugh. WAAAAAY too slow. And I felt bad for the one contestant because he was having a hard time coming up with a clue and you could just see him panicking.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-look-back-in-anger-i-heard-her-say.html' title='don&apos;t look back in anger, I heard her say'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259921&amp;postID=4566547772462116317&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/4566547772462116317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/4566547772462116317'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259921/posts/default/4566547772462116317'/><author><name>*Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012831511206842735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259921.post-8180927500093640495</id><published>2008-06-11T13:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T13:26:20.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE guests</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5alKjEpXPY4/SFAYFMIokNI/AAAAAAAACBo/kr-TOlwsJQM/s1600-h/snapshots+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5alKjEpXPY4/SFAYFMIokNI/AAAAAAAACBo/kr-TOlwsJQM/s320/snapshots+190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210691246303514834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Turns out there are TWO mother cats with TWO sets of kittens. I found this set down in the neighbor's yard playing. The mother cat is always at our house eating. I thought she was no more than four months old herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One kitten scampered away before I took this shot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So let's do the math. Because three people were irresponsible with their animals--2 females and 1 male--we now have a total of 10 cats.  Either get your damn pets spayed and neutered or drop them off at the SPCA. Stop dropping them at people's homes or in the woods, causing other's to pay for YOUR animals. It's nothing but sheer laziness and irresponsibility.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-guests.html' title='MORE guests'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259921&amp;postID=8180927500093640495&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/8180927500093640495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8180927500093640495'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259921/posts/default/8180927500093640495'/><author><name>*Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012831511206842735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259921.post-4447590796322118416</id><published>2008-06-11T13:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T13:19:58.079-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kudzu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japanese knot weed'/><title type='text'>damn Japanese and their damn weeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5alKjEpXPY4/SFAVljvCmpI/AAAAAAAACBg/EuEkT-5z3C8/s1600-h/snapshots+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5alKjEpXPY4/SFAVljvCmpI/AAAAAAAACBg/EuEkT-5z3C8/s320/snapshots+194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210688503859550866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awhile back, &lt;a href="http://thefuturewasyesterday.blogspot.com"&gt;Dan'l&lt;/a&gt; talked about the Kudzu--yet another disgusting Japanese import-- they have growing down South. Wasn't too long after that I saw a show about a woman who takes her herd of goats to various locations in her city sbecause goats LUV the Kudzu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To my knowledge, NOTHING eats this stupid Japanese Knot Weed. In this first picture, I'm standing BELOW taking the shot. I'm about 5'6" tall and it towers above me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5alKjEpXPY4/SFAVfRFfd8I/AAAAAAAACBY/tBBcQH5wSOE/s1600-h/snapshots+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5alKjEpXPY4/SFAVfRFfd8I/AAAAAAAACBY/tBBcQH5wSOE/s320/snapshots+195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210688395774228418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The stem is like a hollow tube filled with sticky crap. In the fall they dry up, just like corn stalks. This stuff spreads like ...well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad seeds &lt;/span&gt;and is difficult to kill. The root system goes so deep that even pesticides don't do the trick. And I should know, we sprayed it often enough. I even called the County Ag div to see if they could tell me how to get rid of it and the guy said they have the same problem with it growing along the highways. Yeah, but at least they don't have it in their yards!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/2008/06/damn-japanese-and-their-damn-weeds.html' title='damn Japanese and their damn weeds'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259921&amp;postID=4447590796322118416&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/4447590796322118416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/4447590796322118416'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259921/posts/default/4447590796322118416'/><author><name>*Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012831511206842735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259921.post-5456366371802472997</id><published>2008-06-10T18:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:33:59.106-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cindy crawford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation bible school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diablo cody'/><title type='text'>i used to rule the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you ever make a split second decision that changed your whole life for the worse? You know nothing is ever going to be the same and you just wish you had that second in time to do over? Yeah, I felt that way when I decided to try out Verizon's new email program. Blows. Totally blows. And there's no going back EVEN THOUGH it says you can. It just keeps taking you to the same new crappy email program. Sigh. Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a joyous day: first day of Vacation Bible School. Female Offspring #7 came home with a macaroni self-portrait. I told her I was going to save it, and Male Offspring #2 said, "For sentimental reasons?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I said, "Sorta. With the high price of food, this might be Monday's supper."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How nice. I'm watching this infomercial with Cindy Crawford, thinking how fabulous her skin looks and if the products work that well, I'm going to buy them. She goes on and on about how the dr. who invented them charges hundreds of dollars for the products, but they're so worth it.  They pull up a photo of twentysomething Cindy and put it side by side to fortysomething Cindy and everybody raves at how little she's changed. Damn, those products must be golden! Then I find this quote she gave in Gala Magazine: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'm not going to lie to myself. Past a certain age, creams work on the texture of your skin but, in order to restore elasticity, all I can really count on is vitamin injections, Botox and collagen… I have a very simple, healthy life, which works miracles. I drink a lot of water, watch what I eat and exercise. But I owe the quality of my skin to my cosmetic surgeon."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks for the deception, Cindy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talk about coinkydink. I was discussing the film Juno the other day and today when my issue of Writer's Digest arrived, the screenwriter of Juno, Diablo Cody was on the cover. I think it was very well written, especially the characters of Juno and her parents. Wasn't real wild about Bleeker. He didn't even have that many scenes until the end. And I wasn't wild about the fact that he didn't step up to the plate and support her in any way. Then again, the film skipped from season to season, and I wasn't sure if she had pushed him away or if he was relieved she was handling the pregnancy on her own. What I found interesting about Diablo Cody's interview was when they asked her about the fact that she'd never written a screenplay and how did she begin, she said, "My now ex-husband convinced me to use our last $200 to buy Final Draft, so I just sat down and started writing a movie. It's that simple." Thank goodness for her ex, huh;) Just like Juno, the author even has a way cool name of Diablo Cody. Damn. Why weren't MY parents that creative?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-used-to-rule-world.html' title='i used to rule the world'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259921&amp;postID=5456366371802472997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/5456366371802472997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/5456366371802472997'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259921/posts/default/5456366371802472997'/><author><name>*Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012831511206842735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259921.post-716249638184653063</id><published>2008-06-08T11:10:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T14:28:56.959-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lynda carter'/><title type='text'>i used to roll the dice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wonder Woman is whack. Apparently Lynda Carter found a dead body while fishing and in one interview I read, she was all, "I didn't do anything special. I did what anyone would have done." DUH. It's not like she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saved a life&lt;/span&gt;, for Pete's sake. She reported a dead body. The only idiot who wouldn't report it is the one who put it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Juno yesterday and I really liked the movie. I liked the store owner, played by the guy from The Office. I think he plays Raine on the show. Anyway, Juno came in and got her fourth or fifth pregnancy test stick and after she took the test, she was in front of him, trying to shake it like a thermometer. He said, "That ain't no Etch-a-Sketch. This is one doodle that can't be undid, Home Skillet." LOL! Great quirky character. Gotta admit though, if this were my baby, I would NEVER even consider giving it to a snobby ass couple like Jen Garner and Jason Bateman. Mostly cuz I don't like Bateman. But seriously, no way. In the beginning, she didn't even want to take time to get to know Juno. She just wanted the kid. I loved the part where Bateman told Juno that his wife had "given" him a room to put all his music stuff and Juno said, "Wow. She gave you your own room in your own house?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went grocery shopping this morning and spent over $220. We got home and put all the stuff away, and Mr. G said, "What are you having for lunch?" I said, "Eh, there's nothing in the house." LOL! 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