<?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-13362404</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:42:06.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Magnetlady</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm just a Magnet Lady who make Magnet Jewelry.  I'm married to Mr. Magnet and have 2 magnet kids.  AND....I hate Laundry.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MagnetLady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12717604059656200122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362404.post-112973634457032655</id><published>2005-10-19T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T08:39:04.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my boobies hurt</title><content type='html'>As you can see from the title I won't be on here long.  Just a really quick update and I gotta hit the couch for awhile.  My breast reduction is finished.  I still have stiches and will get them out next week.  Last night I had a total meltdown.  (Never thought I'd get really depressed after surgery)More on that later.  I still have to wear my "D" cup bra for 3 weeks, day and night.  Know whats really cool though?  My D is too big.  I need to buy a C.  But I'm still really swollen on the sides.  BTW, if you've ever watched liposuction on TV and grimaced at the sight of that big stick thing jabbing and jabbing...........you should feel the soreness from that big stick thing jabbing and jabbing.  I look like I had people grab me and put the purpliest (he,he, I like that word) fingerprints on me.  Can't even put my arms down.  Well, Have. To. Go. To. The. couch......more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362404-112973634457032655?l=magnetlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/feeds/112973634457032655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362404&amp;postID=112973634457032655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112973634457032655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112973634457032655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-boobies-hurt.html' title='my boobies hurt'/><author><name>MagnetLady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12717604059656200122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362404.post-112750511113491435</id><published>2005-09-23T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T12:51:51.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day in Magnetville</title><content type='html'>Well, it's Friday.  Not that that means anything anymore.  It used to mean, dates with your boyfriend, football games and the dance afterward, going up and down main in Miami to burn your parents gas (but it didn't matter that much cause gas was $.89 a gallon), it used to mean going to Jeanie's house and hanging out (which is kinda funny, cause now I own that house!), it meant watching movies and just vegging out (cause we had SO much stress then!).  Now, it means cooking dinner, again, breaking up fights between your kids, making sure Mr. Magnet has cloths for work, because Saturday and Sunday aren't his weekend....he never gets weekends.  Boy, I'm full of fun huh?  I still can not believe I can't enter.  This is a terrible thing for me though.  Geez.  I'm going to hang out at Diva's house one day and learn all kinds of things about this blog!  You'll all be so happy!  I bet she'll be just as happy!  My daughter is going to my Grandma's for the weekend.  So that should give me free time to do............................who the heck knows what.   We went to girl scouts last night.  Diva looked like I felt...very tired.  I haven't had much energy these days.  I mowed the lawn at dusk last night and thought I'd die.  I need to weedeat.... but I don't see that happening!  I'm hot and weak.  Weak for some reason.  Hot because I'm a huge raging horomone.  I took a cold shower last night after I mowed and as soon as I shut the water off, I was sweating.  Maybe when I get new, smaller boobs, I won't feel so hot.  Yeah right and maybe when I loose my arse and stomach I won't sweat.  I'm only dreaming.  My office is a mess.  How do rooms get so crammed full of crap?  I did finish my kitchen though.  It looks good.   Living rooms not too bad.  Dining room is always pretty clean.  My room is clean although the bed didn't get made today.  Guess it's just the office.  And probably the game room, but that is uncharted territory for me.  I think we're getting a pool table.  I think because Mark wants one.  Hope he knows that's his xmas present.  I never got a $1500.00 xmas present.  But THAT'S OKAY!     Well, I'm gonna go fold laundry (IHATELAUNDRY)  Everyone have a great weekend.  I say that like soo many people read this!  later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362404-112750511113491435?l=magnetlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/feeds/112750511113491435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362404&amp;postID=112750511113491435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112750511113491435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112750511113491435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-another-day-in-magnetville.html' title='Just another day in Magnetville'/><author><name>MagnetLady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12717604059656200122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362404.post-112732084857120683</id><published>2005-09-21T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T09:40:48.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SON OF A ............</title><content type='html'>I entered in here.  It didn't show up on the preview.  I'm pissed.  GRRRRRRR!!!!!!1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362404-112732084857120683?l=magnetlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/feeds/112732084857120683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362404&amp;postID=112732084857120683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112732084857120683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112732084857120683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/2005/09/son-of_21.html' title='SON OF A ............'/><author><name>MagnetLady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12717604059656200122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362404.post-112732077893216901</id><published>2005-09-21T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T09:39:38.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SON OF A........</title><content type='html'>Okay so the last post looks so retarded now.  When I was in the actually posting, it looked so nice and neat.  I publish it and go to preview and grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.  I'm pissed.  Not stupid just pissed.  I give!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362404-112732077893216901?l=magnetlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/feeds/112732077893216901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362404&amp;postID=112732077893216901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112732077893216901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112732077893216901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/2005/09/son-of.html' title='SON OF A........'/><author><name>MagnetLady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12717604059656200122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362404.post-112732063887603654</id><published>2005-09-21T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T09:37:18.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairy, Scary Legs</title><content type='html'>Boy, what an appropriate title!  I just realized how hairy my legs are.  Ya know, after my boob job, I'll probably really notice it alot more.  When you can't see your legs cause of your boobs (not because they hang to there, just because they are huge) you know it's time for a reduction.  And...I can't wait!

OMG!  I just entered!  See sometimes it lets me, sometimes it doesn't!

OMG!  I did it again!  Geez, you'd think that was exciting news!

He, He!  I can't believe it  I think I'll space every sentence out.  No that would drive me crazy too!

Okay.  Last night was parent teacher conf.  Terry is doing okay.  He's a boy and could really care less about school.  But we got some extra credit stuff for him to do.  (which he was just thrilled about!)  He is my child that I will always have to "spoon feed" him in school.  He just doesn't like it.  MaKayla is doing great.  She doesn't struggle.  She loves to read.  And for those of you who know my daughter, she is actually raising her hand and speaking in class.  I was really excited about that news.  Terry's teacher gave Mark and I a great compliment last night also.  She said "I can tell Terry has a good home life and is being taught right, because he is so helpful and polite".  Wow!  Ya know, sometimes as a parent, I wonder if I am making the right decisions, doing the right things and so on.....well, comments like that make you think, "yeah, I'm doing something right."  Made me feel good.  Now if we could get him to be that way at home.....hmmmmm. 

I entered.

I like to enter.

Makes people know I'm not stupid and don't know when to start a new paragraph.

I love it.

Look how neat and tidy.

Wish my house was neat and tidy.

It's 11:40 and I'm still in my jammers.

Been cleaning.

Gotta get busy.

Don't want to.

Got to!

Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362404-112732063887603654?l=magnetlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/feeds/112732063887603654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362404&amp;postID=112732063887603654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112732063887603654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112732063887603654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/2005/09/hairy-scary-legs.html' title='Hairy, Scary Legs'/><author><name>MagnetLady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12717604059656200122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362404.post-112674436153498757</id><published>2005-09-14T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T17:32:41.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can I enter now?????</title><content type='html'>Okay this is such a trial!  I'm about to see if I can enter and make new paragraphs.....Here goes...........SHIT NO!  dang!  try again later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362404-112674436153498757?l=magnetlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/feeds/112674436153498757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362404&amp;postID=112674436153498757' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112674436153498757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112674436153498757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/2005/09/can-i-enter-now.html' title='can I enter now?????'/><author><name>MagnetLady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12717604059656200122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362404.post-112674348269464906</id><published>2005-09-14T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T17:18:03.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good God, Hormones Suck!</title><content type='html'>I'm having tons of hot flashes, hence the title.    Okay so I start the day with a horrible headache.  Horrible as in puke my guts up hurt my head.  So after the kids were off to school I layed on the couch and slept.  By BFF called me and amazingly the headache was gone.  Could it be I needed sleep?  Could it be I'm having hormone probs?  I don't know.    I'm just glad it's gone for now.   *Diva please tell me why I can't enter and make a new paragraph.  Is this blog playing some sick game with me?  Oh please Mrs. Diva HELP!     My BFF has a new blog.  Check her out it's gonna get crazy!  fourgirls5.blogspot.com    She's really funny.  We went to Joplin today.  We were supposed to go to the grocery store......we never made it.  I'll leave it at that!    My car is running.  We also took the Durango over to the transmission shop and it won't be over $50.00.  Can you believe my Durango has sat for 2 months at my sisters house because I was freaking out thinking the stupid thing was going to cost 9 million dollars?  I feel silly but you never know.  And I didn't have and still don't have 9 million dollars.    Britney Spears had a baby boy today.  By c-section.  Now I know c-sections happen alot, but she did it to avoid the pain of the delivery.  HMMM.  Wonder if I had been Britney when I had my son and daughter if they would have found "the time" to get me the epideral I was begging for. (they kept telling me I didn't have time.)  Britney is a spoiled brat.  &lt;em&gt;I think I'll have a c-section, cause I'm just not into the natural childbirth thing.  &lt;/em&gt;Neither was I bitch.  Guess it's cause I don't have............9million dollars.   Life is not fair.  Bet she's never done a load of laundry either (Ihatelaundry)  I bet her stomach isn't even wiggly and jiggly after having a kid today.  Did anyone try to suck your stomach in after the birth of your kids?  That was a hoot.  Boy it's a good thing today is Wednesday, because I'm full of whines today.  Hey my BFF and I are having a garage sale Saturday at her house.  H street for anyone who can make it!  Even though I'm sweating my arse off I think I'll go sit in the hot tub.  My back hurts.  Peace out!  (He he at first I hit the wrong key and typed "Peach out" HA!) Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362404-112674348269464906?l=magnetlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/feeds/112674348269464906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362404&amp;postID=112674348269464906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112674348269464906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112674348269464906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/2005/09/good-god-hormones-suck.html' title='Good God, Hormones Suck!'/><author><name>MagnetLady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12717604059656200122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362404.post-112640574734067464</id><published>2005-09-10T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T19:29:07.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How &amp;%$@!  Horrible!</title><content type='html'>OMG!  Tonight we had dinner at my parents house.  The following people were sitting around the table enjoying the meal.  My: Great Aunt Annie, Great Uncle Bill, Mr. Magnet, Granddad Magnet, Mom, Dad, Grandma (not married to Granddad Magnet) and Jeri aka...Joe Dirt.  Okay so mom bought some new butter stuff-Honey Spread is what it is called.  The honey spread was by Mr. Magnet and Jeri wanted some of it.   She asked me to get it for her.  So in all my glory I asked, very loudly,  "HONEY-SPREAD ME."  So at first it didn't hit me that I said it like this "HONEY, SPREAD ME."   Everyone kinda got quite and then I go "boy that didn't sound good at all."  Followed by an extremely red face.  I could have died!  Everyone had a good laugh at my flaming face.  Man was I glad the kids decided to eat outside!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362404-112640574734067464?l=magnetlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/feeds/112640574734067464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362404&amp;postID=112640574734067464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112640574734067464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112640574734067464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-horrible.html' title='How &amp;%$@!  Horrible!'/><author><name>MagnetLady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12717604059656200122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362404.post-112568411703875195</id><published>2005-09-02T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T11:01:57.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape to neverland</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be packing right now.  We're going to my little sisters for the weekend.  Yes I know, we live a total of 30 miles from my sister, but gas is......em......well......it's really high.  Just as soon as I put $3.00 a gallon it would change to 4.  So we're going up there because tomorrow we wanted to take the kids bowling (it's free tomorrow for kids) and I'm still carless.  Not that it would matter, because if I had a car, I'd still stay home.  We talked about it and Mr. Magnet and Jason wanted to hang tomorrow night.  I told Mr. Magnet we just can't run back and forth 100 times, so we're staying on a mini vacation at my sister's 30 minutes away.  MMMM life is good.   I'm not even going to get into the gas situation.  It will make me puke.    We had a good time last night at Diva's house for Girl Scouts.  Miss. MaKayla was so excited about her shrinky dink, she wanted to sleep in it.  Now I wouldn't have had a problem with that except for the fact we could have woken up with a pin inbedded in her chest.  Nice, I know.   I'm working my arse off on laundry.  Have I ever mentioned that I hate laundry.  Thought so.  I still can't enter today to make new paragraphs.  I hate that too.  Geez, you'd think it was Whiney Wednesday.  Well, I have to pack.  My kids and hubby will be here befor long.  that would not be good!  Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362404-112568411703875195?l=magnetlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/feeds/112568411703875195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362404&amp;postID=112568411703875195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112568411703875195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112568411703875195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/2005/09/escape-to-neverland.html' title='Escape to neverland'/><author><name>MagnetLady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12717604059656200122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362404.post-112551897943793675</id><published>2005-08-31T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T13:09:39.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiney Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I can't believe I finally am on here on a Wednesday.   Here goes:                                      *I can't enter and start a new paragraph on this stupid ass thing.                *This is going to look totally not centered and that is one thing I hate.                     *I own 3 vehicles and 3 vehicles are still broke down.                             *My husband works 7 days a week and makes good money, but because gas is so high, we're still broke.                                     *My uncle is having a bad day in the hospital, he has an air leak in one of his chest tubes.  What does this mean??? Pain.                           * I didn't get nearly as much laundry done as I needed to.                            *I'm out of bread and milk.                              *I need to order magnetic beads but because gas is so high, I'm broke.                                  *I need to bathe my dog.                          *It's not fair that rich people are rich and don't share.                                       *I'm having hot flashes about a gazillion times a day.  Damn menopause (yes, I'm only 32)                               Okay that's all I can think of right now.   I think I'm gonna like Wednesdays!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362404-112551897943793675?l=magnetlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/feeds/112551897943793675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362404&amp;postID=112551897943793675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112551897943793675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112551897943793675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/2005/08/whiney-wednesday.html' title='Whiney Wednesday'/><author><name>MagnetLady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12717604059656200122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362404.post-112551724176839470</id><published>2005-08-31T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T12:40:41.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free at Last, Free at Last!</title><content type='html'>I can now leave my doors unlocked when I'm home.  Don't know if everyone remembers me talking about the hairy, scary guy that walks around our neighborhood.  The drug dude.  Icky, will walk in your house, scabby, sick som-beach.  (HeHe I cracked myself up)  Anywho....today my neighbor called and said she had called the police to make ANOTHER report on him for knocking on doors and asking for food and walking into peoples houses.  Also, walking all night long around the neighborhood and making the dogs bark.  So our friend, Rorey,  came out.  We stood out on my deck for quite awhile waiting to see if he'd walk by.  He didn't for a long time so Rorey called the sheriffs office to see if he had any warrents on him.  While he was on hold, here comes Mikey up the road.  So, Rorey went down to the road to talk to him.  He checked him out to see if he had any drugs on him.  He didn't this time.  About that time the sheriff's office called us back to tell us he did have warrents.  Yeah.  Mikey got arrested.  FINALLY.  Now I'm not normally mean, but this guy needs help first of all.  Second it drives everyone crazy, wondering if he's going to walk into your house.  He's a weird cat and I don't want him in my house!                                                                                                                                                           We have spent most of the week up at the hospital.  My uncle had to have emergency open heart surgery Monday morning.  He's doing good.  He has some bad days ahead but he'll pull thru just fine.  We also ran into my mom and dad's neighbor.  The one who's wife is fighting cancer again.  They did surgery yesterday and when they opened her up, she is pretty much eat up with it.  They took half her stomach, part of her small intestine and I don't know what else.  So for those of you who pray please include both of these people that I grew up loving in your prayers!            By the way would anyone be interested in buying a gazelle?  You know that exercise machine?  Tony Little "you can do it!"????  Just let me know!                                                                                I gotta go change laundry again.   I know you've heard me say it, but I'll say it again..............I HATE LAUNDRY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362404-112551724176839470?l=magnetlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/feeds/112551724176839470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362404&amp;postID=112551724176839470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112551724176839470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112551724176839470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/2005/08/free-at-last-free-at-last.html' title='Free at Last, Free at Last!'/><author><name>MagnetLady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12717604059656200122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362404.post-112499088654526010</id><published>2005-08-25T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T10:28:06.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boobs</title><content type='html'>I forgot to post this.  I had to postpone the boob reduction until Oct. 12th.  With 3 broken, freaking cars, there is no $862.00 to pay the dr.  So.................JEWELRY ANYONE??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362404-112499088654526010?l=magnetlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/feeds/112499088654526010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362404&amp;postID=112499088654526010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112499088654526010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112499088654526010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/2005/08/boobs.html' title='boobs'/><author><name>MagnetLady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12717604059656200122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362404.post-112499050985130943</id><published>2005-08-25T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T10:21:49.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a vacation!</title><content type='html'>It's been some time since I posted.  Before the Rascal Flatts concert.  So I guess I'll start with that! It was freaking awesome.  Mom, Jeanie, Jeri and I all met up at Jeanie's house about 11:30am.  After getting rid of all the kids (between Jeanie, Jeri and I we have 8 kids)  we headed to Sonic for lunch.  By noon we were out at the Buffalo Run Casino, cooking in the sun.  It really went by quick though.  Watching the drunk people behind us, laughing our butts off just because we were at the concert and really excited.  We watched some horrible looking storms roll in and they all went right around us.  But thankfully, they did cool things off.  About 3:00 everyone grabbed up their chairs and started toward the gates.  They opened the gates at 4 and we took off.  We were about 20 feet from the stage.  How exciting.  We waited unitl 7:30 and the concert started.  Keith Anderson came out and let me tell you, He is HOT, HOT, HOT!  Muscles.  He preformed for about 30 minutes and then Blake Shelton came out.  MMMM,MMMM good!   Rascal Flatts took the stage about 9:30.  I'll just tell you now, if you ever have a chance to see them...go!  Don't pass it up.  They were so good!  Their encore was....Pour some sugar on me  and various other 80's songs.  OMG!  We were so excited and dancing and making our way up to the stage.  We had so much fun.  We have a really good friend that was VIP and got lots of pictures and autographs.  If I can figure out how to post them, I will. 

I guess though I  paid for all my fun.  Because life hit me in the face Monday...HARD!  Mark was going to work and got to Petro and his truck quit in the middle of that first intersection.  For those of you who don't know this area...it's a very busy place at 6 in the morning.  His fuel pump went out.  If anyone is keeping track, we own 3 vehicles.  Mark's truck was the 3rd to break down.  My Durango is sitting at my sisters stuck in 2nd gear.  My car's compressor went out, no air, but the bad thing is, the car won't run without the belt on the compressor.  Sometimes life sucks!  But I had fun at the concert.

My dog is so funny.  She follows me everywhere.  I just got up to go to get my tea and she follows me, I came back in the office to finish posting and she's looking at me like "wish you'd make up your mind!"  He He, sometimes I do it to drive her crazy!

I'm going to call Diva and see if she can help me with pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362404-112499050985130943?l=magnetlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/feeds/112499050985130943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362404&amp;postID=112499050985130943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112499050985130943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112499050985130943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-need-vacation.html' title='I need a vacation!'/><author><name>MagnetLady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12717604059656200122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362404.post-112447419286944722</id><published>2005-08-19T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T10:56:32.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD LORD IN HEAVEN IT'S HOT!</title><content type='html'>I borrowed my neighbors weed eater today to finish up the yard.  I normally don't borrow, but it was getting bad and I had no oil for our weed eater.  Every since I finished, I've been HOT.  Not just a little warm around the gills, full fledge, smoking hot!  But I've figured out, if my neighbors would stop mowing their lawn so much....mine wouldn't look so bad.                                         My older sister called me today.  Now I don't talk alot about my older sister....but I do have an older sister.  She lives in Oklahoma...somewhere.  About 3 hours from here.  My older sister has been married 3 times.  Only the first one was a normal man.  With her second marriage she had 2 boys.  Her second husband was.......well........let me put it this way:  Everyone knew him by Lyin' Larry.  He was a waste of human skin.  He was and still is a knat on a pile of dog shit.  Okay...get the point???  So, she remarries a 3rd time.  This guy seemed normal.  He really does love her.  The problem you ask?  Well for the 1st 6 months of their marriage he couldn't leave his house because he was on house arrest for drugs.  (He also stole some checks out of a man's mailbox)  Where does she find them??  In the bars.  Obviously, she's looking in the wrong place.  Anyway, they've been married for I think 4 years now.  She calles me today and.....SHE'S PREGNANT.  Okay so it wasn't planned, right?  That's what she tells me.   Her youngest son is 10.  Her oldest is 12.  They are a mess.  When I say mess, I mean...........her youngest has called her a fat bitch for years, her youngest has burnt his bed up.  (fire department had to come out and everything)  Her oldest should have been born without a mouth.  At least we wouldn't have to hear the filth that comes out of it then.  IT'S BAD PEOPLE..REALLY BAD!  She wants a girl this time.  I can see it now......my cute little neice cursing the neighbors out because she had a bad day.  All I can say is.....hell I don't know what I can say.  It was by the Grace of God that Jeri (Joe Dirt) and I turned out as perfect as we did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362404-112447419286944722?l=magnetlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/feeds/112447419286944722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362404&amp;postID=112447419286944722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112447419286944722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112447419286944722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/2005/08/good-lord-in-heaven-its-hot.html' title='GOOD LORD IN HEAVEN IT&apos;S HOT!'/><author><name>MagnetLady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12717604059656200122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362404.post-112447321714792087</id><published>2005-08-19T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T10:40:17.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Laundry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362404-112447321714792087?l=magnetlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/feeds/112447321714792087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362404&amp;postID=112447321714792087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112447321714792087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112447321714792087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-hate-laundry.html' title='I hate Laundry'/><author><name>MagnetLady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12717604059656200122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362404.post-112441300700007273</id><published>2005-08-18T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T17:56:47.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SMALLER BOOBS, OH PLEASE SMALLER BOOBS!</title><content type='html'>Yes I am begging for smaller boobs.  For those of you who don't know.......I am getting a reduction on Sept. 14 .....IF.....I can pay the surgeon $862.00 by Sept. 6th.  Okay so all you bloggers out there:  If you have pain (headaches, backaches, arthritis, etc...) I can help.  I sell magnetic jewelry.  The beads I use come out of South Africa and come out of the earth magnetized.  They are great!  I personally haven't had a migraine headache since I started wearing them 2 1/2 years ago.   If it doesn't work for you, I'll give you a full refund after 60 days.  Now all that being said....for the next 3 weeks, any money from the jewelry will go in the boob fund.  So let me help you, help me!  Only if your interested!  HMMMM wonder how many responses I'll get????                                                                   This is a new paragraph.  Won't let me enter and make a new one.  This is too weird!                                                       Mom and I went to Joplin today to see a friend of ours that was supposed to have surgery today.  She didn't get to have it because her breathing isn't right.  She is in the fight of her life with cancer.  This is her 2nd time getting it.  I wonder how much one person can fight this horrible disease.  But tomorrow she'll come home and wait until her doctor reschedules her surgery again.  All the while, a tumor is growing and growing.  Just say a little prayer tonight!                         Kay, I'm finished being sad................................................I have ONE DAY until I get to go to our concert.  Yeah, I know it might rain Saturday and more than likely it will be blistering hot...but I could really care less about all that.  It's gonna be great to have a grown up day out!  YIPPEEE!  A grown-up day where my BFF and I giggle and act like teenagers again.  I swear when we get together people probably think we're drunk.  We laugh so much, it's better than a good drunk.  With no hang over the next day.  Cause I hate going to church with a hangover.  I'M KIDDING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362404-112441300700007273?l=magnetlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/feeds/112441300700007273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362404&amp;postID=112441300700007273' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112441300700007273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112441300700007273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/2005/08/smaller-boobs-oh-please-smaller-boobs.html' title='SMALLER BOOBS, OH PLEASE SMALLER BOOBS!'/><author><name>MagnetLady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12717604059656200122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362404.post-112431202896494424</id><published>2005-08-17T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T13:53:48.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!  Did you miss me???</title><content type='html'>I did not fall from the face of the earth!  I'm back.  My kids are in school and I kinda feel like I am gaining control of my life again. (Until 4:00 that is!)  My husband has worked 7 days a week for about 3 months now.  Poor guy.  He has taken a couple of Sundays off.  Not many.  I miss him and I get the feeling my kids do too!  They started calling him "Uncle Mark" the other day.  Again....this thing won't let me start a new paragraph.  Oh well, it will be just like if your talking to me.....I never shut up.  I only have 3 days until I get to see....Keith Anderson, Blake Shelton and RASCAL FLATTS!  I'm really excited.  Can't wait.   The other exciting thing in my life?  September 14th, I get to have my breast reduction.  Nervous....yes,  Excited.....yes, Broke....yes!  It will be worth it though.  Well, it's 4.....I can feel myself loosing control again.  Back tomorrow when Mommy duty is over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362404-112431202896494424?l=magnetlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/feeds/112431202896494424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362404&amp;postID=112431202896494424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112431202896494424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112431202896494424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-back-did-you-miss-me.html' title='I&apos;m back!  Did you miss me???'/><author><name>MagnetLady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12717604059656200122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362404.post-112019144443550536</id><published>2005-06-30T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T21:17:24.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot tub, Cold tub....who cares!</title><content type='html'>My bff and I went to joplin tonight and bought our groceries for the big 4th party at mom and dad's.  We were gone about 2 hours and when we got back.....the water hose was leading me downstairs!  Yep!  Mr. Magnet came thru and wired up the ol' hot tub.  It took about an hour to fill it.  We plugged it in and the jets were working great.  But it blew the breaker.  Dang!  So tomorrow I'm going to call Hot Springs Pool and Spa in Springfield (that's where it was purchased!) and ask them something about the wiring.  Mark told me what to ask about 15 minutes ago and I've already forgotten.  Geez.  Guess I'll call him before I call them.  Hopefully they'll tell us some little switch to flip or something really easy and doesn't require me to buy new wire to run.  This free hot tub has cost us some $$$$$.  But not as much as it would have if I would have had to fork out the $5200.00 that it cost.  I'm not gripping, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not!

Wow I can enter now! 

I found this in the reader's digest and thought it was pretty funny and sounds just like something I'd do:

&lt;em&gt;Needing to shed a few pounds, my husband and I went on a diet that had specific recipes for each meal of the day.  I followed the instrucions closely, dividing the finished recipe in half for our individual plates.  We felt terrific and thought the diet was wonderful--we never felt hungry!  But when we realized we were gaining weight, not losing it, I checked the recipes again.  There, in fine print, was "Serves 6".&lt;/em&gt;
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Isn't that funny!  Here's one more!:

&lt;em&gt;I accompanied my husband to a reunion of friends he hadn't seen in more than 40 years.  As we stood at the entrance to our host's house, Barrie searched for a familiar face.  Finally spotting one, he went over, stuck out his hand and asked "And you are....?"  The woman glared at him before responding, "Your first wife."&lt;/em&gt;
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HA!  That cracks me up!

Well, I'm off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362404-112019144443550536?l=magnetlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/feeds/112019144443550536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362404&amp;postID=112019144443550536' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112019144443550536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112019144443550536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/2005/06/hot-tub-cold-tubwho-cares.html' title='Hot tub, Cold tub....who cares!'/><author><name>MagnetLady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12717604059656200122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362404.post-112015916972915737</id><published>2005-06-30T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T12:19:29.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good thing we have more than 2 vehicles!</title><content type='html'>I headed to Grove this morning to deliver a bracelet and mail a necklace.  I thought while I was there I'd pick up bread, milk, water etc......First of all NEVER GO TO WALMART BEFORE JULY 4TH.  Unless it's in January or something.  My Lord!  It was horrible.  All the way thru, all three kids (yes, I lost one because she had to be picked up at midnight last night because of a 103 temp) were whiny and trying to walk right beside the cart, and they were hungry, and they wanted a toy, and they wanted a snack because they couldn't wait until we left walmart to get something in a drive-thru.  You get the point.  So we finally get out of there, unload all the groceries in the car and head to Taco Hell.  Where the line was LLLLOOOOONNNNNGGGGGG.  So we are sitting there and all of a sudden the air conditioner blows hot air.  Then the car makes a horrible noise and starts to smell.  I make my mind up in about 1.1 second that I don't want to be broke down in the Taco Hell line.  So I tell the kids we have to go and say some prayers that we make it home.  Didn't really accure to me that it is probably just the air conditioner needs charged.   I hope cause we're trying to sell the car.  The kids were great though, I told them we had to head home right now and couldn't sit in the LLLLOOOONNNNGGGG line.  I told them as soon as we made it home we'd fix ham sandwiches and chips.  They were cool with that!  Made me feel guilty for not getting the snack they wanted.  I gotta get dishes done, I'm still working on laundry (I hate laundry), and need to sweep the floors again.  Life is grand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362404-112015916972915737?l=magnetlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/feeds/112015916972915737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362404&amp;postID=112015916972915737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112015916972915737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112015916972915737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/2005/06/good-thing-we-have-more-than-2.html' title='good thing we have more than 2 vehicles!'/><author><name>MagnetLady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12717604059656200122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362404.post-112006965771257046</id><published>2005-06-29T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T11:27:37.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean, clean, clean</title><content type='html'>Do you ever wonder if that's all there is in life?  Just cleaning?  I swear, I get so sick of it.  Maybe if my little magnet kids and Mr. Magnet would lift a finger...........................forget it, I'm wishing too big!     Believe me I do know how to have seperate paragraphs, but this blog won't let me enter.  Weird!  I've done 3 loads of laundry, ran the dishwasher (it's on it's 2nd load), dusted and now I need to be sweeping.  I'm going to meet my sister to pick up her two kids because she has to stay the night in Arkansas tonight.  I'll have 4 kids tonight.   Wow.  I'm not going to let them know they out number me.  Better sweep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362404-112006965771257046?l=magnetlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/feeds/112006965771257046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362404&amp;postID=112006965771257046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112006965771257046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112006965771257046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/2005/06/clean-clean-clean.html' title='Clean, clean, clean'/><author><name>MagnetLady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12717604059656200122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13362404.post-112001219294658501</id><published>2005-06-28T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T19:29:52.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M HOT (and not in the good way!)</title><content type='html'>Geez, I'd die if I were my husband!  I stay in the house to clean and what have you all day while he's in a pipe about the size of my house, that is pre-heated to 250 degrees, all while welding, and I am sitting here in my cool house, SWEATING!  I swear I'd die!  He didn't feel like wiring up my hot tub tonight.  Not that I blame him!  This won't be a long post, cause he keeps asking me to come and sit with him while he watches tv.  We swam at my mom's today.  I think my dad is bringing his tractor over Sunday afternoon to flatten out a place for our pool.  Mark just hasn't had time and when he gets home, he's been hot enough!  Can't wait!  well, gotta go sit with my hubby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13362404-112001219294658501?l=magnetlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/feeds/112001219294658501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13362404&amp;postID=112001219294658501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112001219294658501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13362404/posts/default/112001219294658501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magnetlady.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-hot-and-not-in-good-way.html' title='I&apos;M HOT (and not in the good way!)'/><author><name>MagnetLady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12717604059656200122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
