<?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-16274705</id><updated>2011-06-08T07:21:37.251+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Raven's Nest</title><subtitle type='html'>Me?  A Perv?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-117037058037699739</id><published>2007-02-01T22:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-01T22:56:20.393Z</updated><title type='text'>February already!?</title><content type='html'>Oh my how the tables have turned.  Since my last post, I changed my mind about moving back to Maryland, decided to stay in San Antonio and buy a house, realized that Im still in love with T, went through hell waiting for him to grow some balls and tell the witch he's moving out, and tomorrow he moves back in with me.  :-)  Throughout all this we had discussions on 'US' and what went wrong and what things bother us, so we are going to make a go of it one more time.  I think sometimes guys get in the groove of the day to day hoopa and then you just kindof lose some of that spark - the key to holding onto your woman is treating everyday like its your last!  You just never know when time is gonna be up... course that goes for chicks to guys too  ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-117037058037699739?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/117037058037699739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=117037058037699739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/117037058037699739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/117037058037699739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2007/02/february-already.html' title='February already!?'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-116800707962733652</id><published>2007-01-05T14:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-05T14:24:39.643Z</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>Havent been around much (Im a myspace junkie ;-)) so I thought I'd give you all an update.  Lets see - I had the gastric bypass surgery in August and have lost 81 lbs so far.  (Yay me!)  1/2 way there!  LOL  Feeling great and noticing it now and its pretty awesome.  I just got back from a vacation to Maryland - my friend candy flew in to drive it with me and we didnt have any problems.  Thank god for DVD players and travel PS1  LOL  The kids did great!  Paul moved out while I was gone.  I had made the decision to move back to Maryland this summer and he said he couldnt stay with me knowing I was leaving.  So he moved back in with the witch err I mean ex-wife.  (Yeah, just about knocked me over with that one too!).  So while home I saw how expensive MD was and it freaked me out so Ive decided not to go.  I also realized how much I love Paul, guess it takes losing someone sometimes to see the light.  So we're getting together and talking and just getting everything out to see where 'we' stand.  Its kindof a big mess...  if he comes back he'll be facing the witch's wrath, and the boys are going to be hurt that he's leaving.   Nothing's ever easy with us  ;-)  So thats about it for now...  if you're on myspace search for ^^RAVEN^^ on the display name and you should find me  ;-)   Happy New Year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-116800707962733652?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/116800707962733652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=116800707962733652&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/116800707962733652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/116800707962733652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2007/01/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-116347109906187143</id><published>2006-11-14T02:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:24:59.060Z</updated><title type='text'>Woa...</title><content type='html'>Been a while since I posted huh?   LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay on the lookout I'll be back eventually  ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-116347109906187143?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/116347109906187143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=116347109906187143&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/116347109906187143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/116347109906187143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2006/11/woa.html' title='Woa...'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-115031370121023329</id><published>2006-06-14T20:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T20:40:27.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/cars1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/cars1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you're a child or an adult or a little bit of both...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU NEED TO SEE THIS MOVIE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/cars2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/cars2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took T, the 6 rugrats, my brother and his girlfriend and everyone LOVED IT.  The funniest bits were by Mater.  You know, like Tuh-Mater, without the Tuh.  His voice was Larry the Cable guy and he really made the movie.  I bet at least one of you if not all will walk out "MATER-fied" and talkin like a damn redneck.  LOL  I definitely can't wait for DVD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-115031370121023329?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/115031370121023329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=115031370121023329&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/115031370121023329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/115031370121023329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2006/06/cars.html' title='CARS'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-115028762372648020</id><published>2006-06-14T13:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T13:20:23.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bar-b-que Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/bbq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/bbq.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbecue Season Is Coming!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After the long months of cold and winter, we will soon be coming up to summer and BBQ season. Therefore it is important to refresh your memory on the etiquette of this sublime outdoor cooking as it's the only type of cooking a real man will do, probably because there is an element of danger involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a man volunteers to do the BBQ the following chain of events are put into motion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Routine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The woman buys the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The woman makes the salad, prepares the vegetables, and makes dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The woman prepares the meat for cooking, places it on a tray along with the necessary cooking utensils and sauces, and takes it to the man who is lounging beside the grill - beer in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the important part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) THE MAN PLACES THE MEAT ON THE GRILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More routine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The woman goes inside to organize the plates and cutlery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The woman comes out to tell the man that the meat is burning. He thanks her and asks if she will bring another beer while he deals with the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) THE MAN TAKES THE MEAT OFF THE GRILL AND HANDS IT TO THE WOMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More routine.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) The woman prepares the plates, salad, bread, utensils, napkins, sauces and brings them to the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) After eating, the woman clears the table and does the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most important of all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Everyone PRAISES the MAN and THANKS HIM for his cooking efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) The man asks the woman how she enjoyed "her night off." And, upon seeing her annoyed reaction, concludes that there's just no pleasing some women....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-115028762372648020?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/115028762372648020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=115028762372648020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/115028762372648020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/115028762372648020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2006/06/bar-b-que-season.html' title='Bar-b-que Season'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-114962285244938426</id><published>2006-06-06T20:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T20:40:52.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>6-6-6</title><content type='html'>Maybe it's the devil coming out in me but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/devil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/devil.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if people were freaking out about the date on June 06, 1906 as much as they are today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-114962285244938426?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/114962285244938426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=114962285244938426&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/114962285244938426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/114962285244938426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2006/06/6-6-6.html' title='6-6-6'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-114920682128242940</id><published>2006-06-02T00:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T01:11:33.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wireless Couch Potato</title><content type='html'>Amazingly I finally got my wireless network working so the wireless laptops in this house actually work - WOOHOO!  Between that and all the shows I've been drug into watching ending I might even become a blogger again.  Yep.  (Believe it when ya see it)  ;-)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I hate reruns.  &lt;i&gt;**INSERT WHINING HERE** &lt;/i&gt; You watch a show, cant wait for the week to get through and watch the next episode and its a rerun.  What's up with that?!?  There's just no reason for them!  sigh.  &lt;i&gt; **END WHINING** &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/couchpotato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/couchpotato.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I actually haven't really watched TV shows for about 6 six years - while in England we even cancelled the Satelite after time and just bought movies all the time and watched them instead.  I would buy seasons of 24 (my fav!) and Lost and have marathons watching them but that was about it.  Coming back I swore I wasnt going to get hooked on TV.  Then I went right to MIDS and we get to watch TV on mids so I got sucked into American Idol, Grey's Anatomy, House, Lost and Miami Ink.  Yes some of them would coincide - but I fixed that by doing the whole channel flip-flop thing.   Im not hooked at all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-114920682128242940?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/114920682128242940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=114920682128242940&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/114920682128242940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/114920682128242940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2006/06/wireless-couch-potato.html' title='Wireless Couch Potato'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-114807064199640531</id><published>2006-05-19T21:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:30:42.010+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>I'm having one of those Anti-Computer times where I just have no motivation to go online  ;-)  Things are good on this end.  Today I took off work sick (cough/cough)and I got to float around on my raft, with my book, all day, in our pool, with this gorgeous weather!  I'm a little burned but it was well worth the relaxation - the only thing I was missing was my "Sex on the Beach"  heehee  (I would say Margarita but I have yet to have one of them suckers - maybe one day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we got a kitten - actually two - but T threw a fit over 'those filthy disgusting creatures' and we had to do a compromise and only keep one.   So Sasha stays and Isabella will be leaving us next week.  They are so cute together - I'll post some pics next week.  I'm off to Maryland tomorrow to surprise Mom for her birthday and help my brother and girlfriend move her with us.  Right now they are coming for the summer/fall to help me out with the kids but I'm hoping they stay so we have family here :-)  This means T gets to move Kerigans bed out of her room, move the bed we are using into her room for Mike and Marcie and I'LL FINALLY GET MY NEW WATERBED SETUP!  (you dont even want me to get into that one!)  I'm gonna be hangin 10 on some waves baby!  WOOHOO!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time I bother to get online....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-114807064199640531?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/114807064199640531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=114807064199640531&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/114807064199640531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/114807064199640531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2006/05/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-114581312666295486</id><published>2006-04-23T17:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T18:47:04.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>T's Surprise Guest Post</title><content type='html'>(WARNING: This post may show a side of T that only Raven knows.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Well as anyone that reads this knows, things hadnt gone quite the way Raven and I had hoped.  For about 6 months we were in the same house (or hotel as it was for the first month), but seemed to be living seperate lives.  I cant place the blame for this anywhere other than on myself.  I had expected to move to our new home and have a job within a week or so, but this just didnt happen for me.  As much as I looked, applied and even interviewed for jobs nothing ever panned out for me.  I didnt realize just how much this was effecting me and my personality.  I pretty much felt useless and rather than try and talk it out with anyone I instead lashed out at everyone.  Raven, her kids, my kids, and my family all had to deal with me pretty much treating them all like shit.  Im not proud of this, but its the sad truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Raven and I had pretty much come to the conclusion that we were going to go our seperate ways.  I had found a job about an hour away from here working with an old Marine Corps friend of mine and was looking into moving yet again, but she told me I could stay here with her until I found a place of my own.  It was very awkward staying here because I knew then just as I know now that Raven is "the one" for me.  I had only gone along with the break up because I love her that much and I have more respect for her then anyone else I have ever met.  You know the old saying, "If you love someone set them free...", well that seemed like the only thing I could do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I took the job and ended up staying with my friend for the first week.  I had told Raven I would come back for the weekends to help with her kids and also to have a place to bring mine for my visitaion weekends.  The funny thing is that during that week I learned alot about myself and what I had been doing to everyone around me.  Most of all though I missed Raven.  Even though I hadnt been treating her the way I should have she was everything to me.  Not just my girlfriend, but also my best friend.  Somewhere along the way with all of my own personal issues we lost the closeness we had before.  Again this was me dealing with my inferiority issues in the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Raven and I talked very little during that first week.  I had very little time to myself since I was trying to learn everything about my new job as quickly as possible (I am going to be managing the place as soon as I get everything).  What I did have alot of time for was thinking though.  On my third day there I realized that I really felt good about myself again and also that I had been treating everyone around me so badly.  I didnt tell Raven this at the time, but I knew at that moment that I was back.  To try and wrap that first week up, friday came I got my first pay check in what seemed like forever and was certain that I could turn this whole thing around if Raven would just give me the chance.  I didnt know if she would or even if she should after all I had done, but I headed back home certain that I had to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I got home really late that friday night and everyone was already in bed, but there was a note for me on the kitchen counter.  It was your basic "theres some dinner in the fridge" kind of note, but right there in the middle of the paper written all by itself was one little sentence that showed me that this wasnt over yet.  The sentence?  Quite simply it said, "I missed talking to you this week".  So it wasnt just me.  She had missed me even though I was such a pain in the ass to be around for so long.  Now I just needed to figure out when to try and bring it up to her.  I tried like hell Saturday night, but couldnt do it.  We even had time alone when we picked up the new TV, but I couldnt get it out.  Sunday comes and she is at work.  Not what I had hoped for, but I knew if I didnt get it out then I stood the chance of losing her completely.  So I ended up just blurting it all out over the damn phone.  I wanted it to be face to face, but at least it was out there now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Yeah she was a bit leary about it at first as she should have been, but I knew when I took off back to work Monday morning that something was still there for her too.  To make this VERY long story a bit shorter, we are back and better than ever.  Its pretty damn amazing that a sorry ass prick like me could actually find someone as amazing as Raven and then get a second chance after I screwed it up royally the first time.  Yeah making the commute back and forth to work can be a bitch, but she is worth it.  Hell the drive could longer for all I care because it is worth it to come home every night to someone that you love completely.  Back when we first started this relationship we both knew that this was going to be for the long haul.  It looked like we might have been wrong for a while there, but I am convinced that I was right from the start and that the only thing that will seperate us will be the day that I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Since this your page Raven I am going to make this last paragraph just for you.  I know you have heard it alot the past couple weeks, but I really am sorry for the way I acted and the way I treated you during the previous months.  T is back.  The real T.  The one that you know.  The one that fell in love with you and that loves you more with each passing day.  The one that made those "10" promises to you on 05/17/05.  Those dreams we had when this all started can and will become a reality.  Im not telling you it will all be easy, but I will say that in the end it will all be worth it.  91225R  1308022025&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. - Fuzz, Phred, Clutch, BigD, CD, and any other of you phuckers that give me shit for this being sappy can kiss my white yankee ass!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-114581312666295486?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/114581312666295486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=114581312666295486&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/114581312666295486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/114581312666295486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2006/04/ts-surprise-guest-post.html' title='T&apos;s Surprise Guest Post'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16855716351336282327</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-16274705.post-114437672477668485</id><published>2006-04-07T03:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T03:25:25.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Needles, Pokey Doctors and Traffic - OH MY!</title><content type='html'>Just jibberjabber today.  Went to the Doctor's today and emptied my veins for 6 viles of blood and also got scheduled for a sleep apnea test.  He said all my symptoms are pretty much telling him I have it but I gotta go spend the night in the hospital and do this test to make it official.  Yeah I'm going to sleep very well knowing someone is monitoring me  LOL   He did tell me it was a very good thing I quit smoking because that would have made the Sleep Apnea much worse.  When the doc tells me that kindof thing it makes me realize how good it was I did stop... so it keeps those cravings at bay.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.  What exactly does at bay mean?   So I went downstairs to my surgeon to check in and after an hour wait they stuck me with the nutritionalist instead of him - and as my 14 yr old would say "i got told" because I haven't started that 1200 calorie diabetes diet thing nor have I exercised.  I dont have diabetes thats just the diet they push to everyone.  I told her to back off I've been stressed out.  heehee  So I guess I gotta get that goin.  I hate dieting.  I'm going to do South Beach though (my primary gave me the info on it today) and then Im just going to tell her Im doing the 1200 calorie thing  :-)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my income taxes deposited today - 8-15 days and they deposit it on the 14th - nothing like making ya wait!  So since the van's been overheating as of late - I marched myself into Wireless Toyz and got me a cell phone.  It was so much easier in England, they make it so complicated here!  Guess they gotta rob ya for whatever they can...  I need to order my waterbed too - I found one that isnt real ghetto looking.  I got real used to T's - they are so comfy!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now I can cancel the digital phone at home and just use the cell... I think I'm going to cancel Time Warner all together - they suck, I just dont like them and I'm getting charged out the ass.  I'm going to DISH.  So if you have it let me know how it is!  I can't change until after the 16th or so though - my brother and his girlfriend are coming for a visit and want to get that Ultimate Fight PPV.  He's paying for it so T and the kids will have some entertainment that weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I got stuck in traffic and was running on HOT 3 times today, guess I should get that fixed one of these days...  damn Texas heat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-114437672477668485?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/114437672477668485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=114437672477668485&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/114437672477668485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/114437672477668485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2006/04/needles-pokey-doctors-and-traffic-oh.html' title='Needles, Pokey Doctors and Traffic - OH MY!'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-114429703003731463</id><published>2006-04-06T04:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T05:17:10.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes...</title><content type='html'>Okay I've run out of "blah" blogs to write and I find myself being a blog visitor instead of a blogger lately.  I have things to talk about from time to time but I guess I feel like I can't.  I've been through alot the last 4 months, alot of changes.  Things that I thought were meant to be just haven't worked out that way so I find myself in a new state, new job, new status, a new everything.  I guess I should mention that things haven't worked out with T and I which has me feeling bad not to mention a bit lonely.  On top of feeling bad over that whole thing, I feel like I'm just not happy with "me" right now.  Ever feel like you're just a puppet playing on strings?  I'm going through the motions to get through each day waiting and waiting for me to change.  Yet, I haven't really made the effort for that change to happen.  Where has my motivation gone?  Makes me want a cigarette all the damn time  LOL  Don't worry I'm still fighting it  ;-)  Someone once told me you never stop wanting one, I guess they're right.  Anyway that's where I'm at right now... hopefully not for long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-114429703003731463?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/114429703003731463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=114429703003731463&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/114429703003731463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/114429703003731463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2006/04/changes.html' title='Changes...'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-114352708635775185</id><published>2006-03-28T07:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T07:27:31.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally an 80s child...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You know you grew up in the 80's if...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You've ever ended a sentence with the word "SIKE." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can sing the rap to the "Fresh Prince of Bel Air".  and you can do he "Carlton." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a girl and wore biker shorts under your skirts and felt stylishly sexy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey on Blossom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two words: Hammer Pants &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wore a ponytail on the side of your head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You saw the original "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made your mom buy one of those clips that would hold your shirt in a knot on the side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You own ankle pants with openings so small, they needed a zipper to get your foot thru. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You played the game "MASH" (Mansion, Apartment, Shelter, House). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wore a stonewashed Jordache jean jacket and were proud of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day you wore parachute pants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.A. Gear...  need I say more? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to change your name to "JEM" (She's truly outrageous.). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the profound meaning of "WAX ON, WAX OFF." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to be a Goonie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever wore fluorescent clothing (some of us...  head-to-toe). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off and his cheeks shifted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have ever pondered why Smurfette was the only female Smurf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You traded Garbage Pail Kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember the CRAZE, then the BANNING of slap bracelets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still get the urge to say "NOT" after every sentence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember Hypercolor t-shirts (and may still have one buried deep in the closet). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought She-ra (Princess of Power!) and He-Man should get together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged handmade friendship bracelets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever owned a pair of Jelly-Shoes (and like #18, probably in neon colors). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who said, "I know you are, but what am I?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember, "I've fallen and I can't get up" and "Where's the Beef?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever got seriously injured on a Slip-and-Slide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had or attended a birthday party at McDonald's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, be happy" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wore like, EIGHT pairs of socks over tights with high top Reeboks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wore socks scrunched down (and sometimes still do...  getting yelled at by "younger hip" members of the family). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember boom boxes.  and walking around with one on your shoulder like you were all that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what happens when you feed a Gremlin after midnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember when Alf was the most popular actor on TV.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool... and don't even flinch when people refer to them as "NKOTB." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved by The Bell," The ORIGINAL class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know all the words to Bon Jovi's "SHOT THROUGH THE HEART." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just sang those words to yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember watching Magic vs. Bird.  (I have no idea what this one is  LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember when mullets were cool! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a mullet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still sing, "We are the World." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tight rolled your jeans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You owned a banana clip (some unfortunate few still do!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to (and probably still do) say "What you talkin' about Willis?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had big hair and you knew how to use it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've gone through this nodding your head in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still singing "Shot Through the Heart" in your head, aren't you?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-114352708635775185?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/114352708635775185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=114352708635775185&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/114352708635775185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/114352708635775185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2006/03/totally-80s-child.html' title='Totally an 80s child...'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-114329179395756014</id><published>2006-03-25T12:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-25T13:03:14.766Z</updated><title type='text'>Austria....</title><content type='html'>I went on a ski trip last year, didn't ski - I just took pictures and flirted with bartenders for free drinks the whole time!  (at least I didnt break a leg!)  :-)   It was a really fun trip though - I didn't get to go on the Sound of Music tour - but I bought the book!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/IMG_4504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/IMG_4504.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is where the entertainment lodge was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/IMG_4524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/IMG_4524.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The slopes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/IMG_4533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/IMG_4533.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I loved the snowy white trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/IMG_4573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/IMG_4573.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/IMG_4582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/IMG_4582.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More snowy white trees....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/IMG_4593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/IMG_4593.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/IMG_4621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/IMG_4621.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Our Hotel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/IMG_4703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/IMG_4703.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Streets in Salzburg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/IMG_4716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/IMG_4716.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The Castle in Salzburg...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-114329179395756014?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/114329179395756014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=114329179395756014&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/114329179395756014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/114329179395756014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2006/03/austria.html' title='Austria....'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-114319063059559661</id><published>2006-03-24T07:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-24T08:59:33.213Z</updated><title type='text'>Dreams and Scotland....</title><content type='html'>Today I had this really freaky dream.  Which is actually normal for me because my dreams are always weird, so consider yourself forewarned!!!  They are usually so goofy they are funny though!  I think I take after my mom, one of her famous dreams is of HUGE teeth with big smiles chasing after her  LOL   But lets get to my dream shall we?  I was in this hotel.  Almost ALL of my dreams take place in hotels (it's the slut in me scratching to get out I guess) and my hand was cut.  Well, not just cut.  There were two cuts one on the bottom of my hand and one on the top and they both like reached around almost like a venus fly trap.  Kindof like big flaps - loose on the top and bottom of my hand.  They didn't bleed - you could lift them up and it just looked like the bottom of a cooked bonelss chicken thigh.  HAHAHA - so for the most part they stayed shut - and I kept telling everyone I really should go to the hospital and get my 100 stitches but everytime I said it when I looked at my wrist the slices were started to heal, so I would nick the whole hospital thing.  I must have dreamed this throughout most of my sleep - and I'm assuming my hand had fallen asleep while I was sleeping or something.  It was so real that the entire day I keep looking at my hand trying to get the flaps to move.  I don't do drugs I swear.  At some point in my dream I was in the hospital, but I dont think it was for the flaps.  I remember waking up in the hospital room and I had to pee SOOOO bad, but had to wait for this container to pee in for tests.  A coworker of mine wearing rubber gloves (thats when you know the dream goes from good to bad) and he brought me this huge ass tall squared pitcher with measurements going up the side.  I had to pee soooo bad I took it in the bathroom - squated over it and filled it 1/2 way.  I pull up my undies and get read to go out and damn if I still didn't have to pee!  I told the guy to wait a minute and slammed the door and couldnt even wait to get my undies down and proceded to pee right through them and for some odd reason made it squirt upward through the top of my nightgown, a nightgown which I had when my daughter was born 10 years ago LOL!  I was going through the oh gross thing and finally was done and gave him the now full pitcher.  Glad he had gloves!!  I woke up having to piss like a racehorse!!  I'm surprised I didn't piss the bed  HAHAHA  Damn dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay onto my travel pictures... today we have Scotland.  We drove all around and here are some of my favorite shots, the rest are posted &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos.yahoo.com/amy311tx"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and I highly recommend taking the time to see them - they are awesome!  This thing never matches the pictures to my lil blurb with it but hopefully you can figure it out  ;-)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/Scotland%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/Scotland%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/Scotland%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/Scotland%20010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wanna run off to elope at Gretna Green?  Not much to it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/Scotland%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/Scotland%20028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; William Wallace Monument &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/Scotland%20097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/Scotland%20097.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Loch Ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/Scotland%20165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/Scotland%20165.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Catchin crabs in the rock pools!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/Scotland%20237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/Scotland%20237.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rainbow on the water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/Scotland%20289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/Scotland%20289.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View from rental...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/Scotland%20345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/Scotland%20345.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My absolute favorite pic!! - Eilean Donan Castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/Scotland%20456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/Scotland%20456.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You believe this?  1030 at NIGHT on the beach!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-114319063059559661?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/114319063059559661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=114319063059559661&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/114319063059559661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/114319063059559661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2006/03/dreams-and-scotland.html' title='Dreams and Scotland....'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-114284574822459598</id><published>2006-03-20T08:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-20T09:12:54.166Z</updated><title type='text'>Ask and ye shall receive....</title><content type='html'>Well &lt;a href="http://blugstuff.blogspot.com/"&gt;FUZZ&lt;/a&gt; asked for pics - so I give you pics - these are my favorites - but if anyone would like to see all my pics you can go &lt;a href="http://photos.yahoo.com/amy311tx"&gt;HERE &lt;/a&gt; (click on Ireland Pics) to see all.  This was like 4 years ago and I had my dinosaur panasonic digital camera, not the best quality but it's better than nothing  ;-)  We spent 10 days driving around Ireland and we went everywhere except for Dublin, Connemara and Belfast - Belfast had all that fighting going on and we just couldn't fit Dublin and Connemara in.  There was rain everyday, which is usual for Ireland - how the hell do you think it stays so green?  :-)  Our trip was in August and we needed jackets everyday.  When we drove the Ring of Kerry we had bad fog and it was very overcast - we didn't get to see a whole lot but what we did see was breath-taking.  I would definitely recommend driving around and seeing the sights instead of just going to one place.  It's very easy to get around and the maps are very easy.  We did wind up on several one lane roads filled sheep, but it just added to the experience :-)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post I'll put some Scotland pictures up - they turned out much better and it was an awesome trip as well!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/CliffsAll2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/CliffsAll2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Cliffs of Moher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/BunrattySchool.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/BunrattySchool.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Bunratty School (Girls leftside - Boys rightside)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/BunrattyCastle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/BunrattyCastle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Bunratty Castle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/TippChurchNight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/TippChurchNight.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Church in Tipperary &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/ROK-Church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/ROK-Church.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Church on the Ring of Kerry &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/ROK-View2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/ROK-View2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Ring of Kerry view&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-114284574822459598?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/114284574822459598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=114284574822459598&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/114284574822459598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/114284574822459598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2006/03/ask-and-ye-shall-receive.html' title='Ask and ye shall receive....'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-114267028121162702</id><published>2006-03-18T08:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-18T08:24:41.213Z</updated><title type='text'>Couple Ireland pics....</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd post a couple more pics from Ireland.  These are of the home (Kinitty)that my great great grandmother grew up in (I think 6 lived in this house) and also one of my mom, our Irish cousin Mary and me when we met for the first time...  I have tons of Ireland if you'd like to see more!  ;-)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/Kinitty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/400/Kinitty2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/Kinitty.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/400/Kinitty.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/MomMeMary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/400/MomMeMary.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-114267028121162702?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/114267028121162702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=114267028121162702&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/114267028121162702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/114267028121162702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2006/03/couple-ireland-pics.html' title='Couple Ireland pics....'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-114266872729090833</id><published>2006-03-18T07:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-18T08:12:42.613Z</updated><title type='text'>Cead Mile Failte!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/BlarneyCastleClose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/400/BlarneyCastleClose.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy St. Patrick's Day!!  I love being Irish :-)  When I woke up today I had a little pinching contest going on with the kids because they forgot to wear their green - within about 5 minutes all 6 were up in their bedrooms throwing clothes around trying to find something green to wear  ;-)  I thought about taking them to the Riverwalk because I hear they dye the water green for the holiday - but figured it wouldn't be worth it to drive all the way over there for a "look kids green water!" only to have to drive back again  LOL  So I took mine for haircuts and we hit walmart while we were out.  Tomorrow I'm taking them to Seaworld - give me strength!  I think maybe I'll hold off on touching up the roots and let the grey all hang out for once - then I can get me one of those little electric doohickey's and just zoomie zoomie around the park all day with the 'grandkids'  :-)  I'm serious!  bwahahaha!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is Blarney Castle - it was overcast that day - but most days in Ireland are very wet  :-)  That hole thats located under the top ledge just above the windows is where you have to lean across to kiss the blarney stone - did you know you had to do that?  A guy sits there and holds onto you while you lean backward, grab onto bars and kiss the stone.  Here is a pic of my brother kissing it...  Its crazy - all that to get the germs of millions of other people's germs on your lips  LOL  But hey, it's lucky so why the hell not!?  ;-)  (I did it too but my pic is all boobs so dont even think I'll post it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/BlarneyMikeKiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/400/BlarneyMikeKiss.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-114266872729090833?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/114266872729090833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=114266872729090833&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/114266872729090833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/114266872729090833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2006/03/cead-mile-failte.html' title='Cead Mile Failte!'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-114162909079219424</id><published>2006-03-06T07:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-06T07:14:04.616Z</updated><title type='text'>You gotta play....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/lotto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:top; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/lotto.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To win!  Okay so I'm on this big kick lately where I find myself in Valero standing in line and saying - yeah give me a quick pick too!  Wishful thinking?  Maybe... Addicted?  Almost...  Have I won?  A big kickin screamin 3 bucks.  Do I want to win more?  Hell yeah like a gazillion would be nice :-)  And I've been thinking - I just gotta win, I've already got it all spent!  Yep... Just a matter of time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-114162909079219424?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/114162909079219424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=114162909079219424&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/114162909079219424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/114162909079219424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-gotta-play.html' title='You gotta play....'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-114086612654980409</id><published>2006-02-25T10:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-25T11:15:26.593Z</updated><title type='text'>American vs. Brittish Road Rules</title><content type='html'>Driving in England was pretty freaky at first because you need to learn to drive on the other side of the road.  It takes about 2 weeks and then you pretty much get into the groove of it.  I also learned that driving in England is so much different (and safer) than driving here in the states.  Sometimes I just can't believe the differences.  I'm going to bitch about it, well, because I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/cellsign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/400/cellsign.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first things I noticed when I returned from England was everyone was talking on their cell phones while driving,  I can't get over how many people do this!  I guess this is normal for you all - but in England you can only talk on your cell if you are using a hands free device.  They  basically enforced this so you couldn't take your hand off the wheel to hold your phone and in return the accident ratio decreased.  So if your phone rings and you don't have the hands-free, you either dont answer or you have to pull over and then answer it.  Which was actually pretty freaky when I first started driving there because you'll be driving along and cars will just pull over wherever so they can answer their cell phone.  If you get  caught 'talking and driving' you get a big hefty fine of like 1000 quid (about 1800 american dollars when converted).  After a while you just learn to accept drivers doing this - you learn to just drive around them, bitch under your breath a bit, and keep moving along.  And ya know what?  It was a hell of a lot safer than driving here that's for sure!  I wonder just how many accidents are caused because an idiot driver was on their cell not paying attention or because they dropped their phone and were fishing around the floor for it...  I'm all for England's rule on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we have said idiot drivers (more times than not on their CELL) driving in the lefthand lane going slower than the drivers in the right lane.  Seems to me driver's ed taught me the left lane is the passing lane and should only be used for these instances.  So why are these fuckwits in front of me going 10 miles under the speed limit and just sitting there?  Hello!?! Open your eyes - I'm on your ass and I'm waiting for you to get the hell out of my way!!  I think I got used to England actually following the road rules on this - (for this remember the opposite sides of the road come into play - the fast lane is the right lane there) = EVERYONE drives in the left lane and only uses the right when passing.  If you happened to be in the right lane coming up on someone - they actually will move over to the left lane so that you can pass - WILLINGLY!!  This means most of the traffic is constantly switching from lane to lane because you drive along, come up on someone, get over in the right lane to pass them and get right back over.  And it works and can be alot of fun in the process :-)  So I vote everyone has to go back to driver's ed and be taught the right way to drive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last is more of an opinion.  I'm all for speed cameras.  They use them all over in England and THEY WORK.  Speed limits are different in England - they have three limits - 70mph on 2+ lane roads, 60mph on one lane roads and 50mph on back roads.  Some villages will have slower posted limits of 30-40mph.  The major roads have the cameras and they even have signs posted to warn you that a camera is coming up (for legal reasons I think).  It still slows people down, so they still do the job and they don't need cops sitting all over the roads eating donuts waiting to catch someone on their radar so they can make their quota.  I was talking to T about this - and he actually brought up a good point which nicks this out.  People would probably spray paint the cameras so they wouldn't be any good.  Didn't think about that one - the difference in crime is incredible between the two cultures and the Brits just don't do things like that.... but I'll save the crime comparison for another post.  This chick is dont bitching and is ready for bed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-114086612654980409?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/114086612654980409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=114086612654980409&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/114086612654980409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/114086612654980409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2006/02/american-vs-brittish-road-rules.html' title='American vs. Brittish Road Rules'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-114076768761382646</id><published>2006-02-24T07:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-24T08:03:54.966Z</updated><title type='text'>Friday - Wee Hours of the morn...</title><content type='html'>Wow I just dont have the time to post!  Mids is running me down - I'm either sleeping or working and what time I do get free I got three kids and a pain in the ass gobbling up my time  ;-)  Lets see, what have I been up to... I survived my first Nascar race.  Hour, after hour, of cars driving around in circles has a way of just making me wanna ride the bull (dont go gettin a woody T) and shout YEEHAW.  I have to admit between the whole Stewart fiasco and watching for the next audible intake of breath over a crash I didn't find it as bad as I thought I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today T and I went and redeemed the 1 hour massages I got him and I for Valentine's Day.  They had a couples room and it was pretty cool and very relaxing.  Although the way I was laying it threw my back out, so that kindof sucked but otherwise it felt really good - T was very relaxed and feeling much better than I  LOL  I will say I didnt like when she was doing my upper back and shoulders - she'd shove her thumbs in my shoulders and say ooo there's a knot right there and I swear she was just trying to shove my bones to inflict pain!  The foot and leg massage was awesome though :-)  All in all I would definitely recommend getting one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about all thats going on here - tomorrow I go for my Texas Drivers license - finally got the paperwork for my divorce so I get to go back to my maiden name.  Weird!  But cool...  so now I leave you with a little funny that gave me a chuckle today... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little boy goes to his father and asks "Daddy, how was I born?"  The father answers: "Well, son, I guess one day you will need to find out anyway. Your Mom and I first got together in a chat room on Yahoo. Then I set up a date via e-mail with your Mom and we met at a cyber-cafe. We sneaked into a secluded room, where your &lt;br /&gt;mother agreed to a Download from my hard drive. As soon as I was ready to upload, we discovered that! neither one of us had used a firewall, and since it was too late to hit the delete button, nine months later a blessed little Pop-Up appeared and said: &lt;br /&gt;"You've Got Male."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-114076768761382646?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/114076768761382646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=114076768761382646&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/114076768761382646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/114076768761382646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2006/02/friday-wee-hours-of-morn.html' title='Friday - Wee Hours of the morn...'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-113920857189341964</id><published>2006-02-06T06:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T06:51:57.130Z</updated><title type='text'>RedAnts, Putt-Putt and Sucky Superbowls</title><content type='html'>The weather this weekend has kicked ass here in San Antonio.  Upper 70s to Low 80s, Sunny, Breezy, and just the way i love it.  Perfect for a hammock - I'd so be out getting me one - that is if it weren't for those damn red-ants in my backyard!  Damn but those little fuckers can do some serious hurting!!!  Does anyone know their purpose in life?!?  I think they need to become extinct real quick!  And in case you are ever wondering - if you turn on one of those Six Flags blow-up circle sprinklers and it happens to be on top their house - they get &lt;b&gt;REALLY&lt;/b&gt; pissed off!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I get every other weekend off and I was lucky enough to have this one off.  On my weekends off we also get to play the Brady Bunch with T's 3 boys visiting.  I thought hey its so nice out we need to do something outside this weekend - lets go play Putt-Putt!  Now considering I'm 39% yankee - you dixies might call it Miniature Golf here.  You see there's this place I see every night I'm driving to work off of 151 and I got this crazy idea in my head that it would be really cool to take the kids there.  Whatever made me have that crazy idea should just go incognito and keep itself and it's crazy notions far far away from this brain!  Between the kids fighting to go first, the pouting and stomping when they weren't, the swinging of putters, the kids taking so many damn shots that we gave up keeping their scores at Hole 2, and we might as well throw in T's shot half-way across the fucking course WHICH thankfully ran itself into a big tree that was in the line of fire and mercifully stopped a man from howling in major pain at Hole 12 - I can say without a doubt it is something that I won't be doing again anytime in the near future!  The only good this is I whooped T's ass **insert Simpsons laugh here** HAH-HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today before the superbowl we took the kids to the park - I didn't take my purse because well we were just going to the park.  We decided to hit Sams Club after to pick up some pizzas (they have really good ready to cook pizzas there!) and snacks to have our own little superbowl party.  So we get all our stuff and go to check out - T gives him the credit/debit card and it pulls up the debit part - but he doesnt know his pin - so he asks to cancel it and do credit.  DID YOU KNOW SAM'S CLUB DOESN'T TAKE MASTERCARD OR VISA?!  Only DISCOVER or WALMART credit cards.  I was so pissed - what store doesnt take Mastercard or Visa?!?!  As it was I was wondering why I paid $50 for that membership when everything is priced the same or more than things I can get at HEB.  Now I'm really tempted to cancel my membership!  &lt;br /&gt;*SIGH*  So since I didnt have my debit cards on me we had to leave without those delicious pizzas.  So disappointing!!  As for the superbowl - I was disappointed again.  The past 6 years in England we didn't get any of the commercials during Superbowl and on top of that we had to stay up until like 5am to watch the whole game.  This was my first Superbowl back in the states where I didn't have to stay up all hours of the night and also could see all the commercials - I was so excited!!  I watched and watched and waited and waited for those really funny commercials and I saw one - ONE commercial where I laughed a bit - WHAT HAPPENED TO THE COOL COMMERCIALS and WHY DID THEY PICK THIS YEAR TO STOP!?!   *sigh*  I guess it's not always greener on the other side....  as a trade-off the teams could have given me some good juice during the bowl - there wasn't too much excitement in this one.  There was one dude who took this back-bending tackle - one of those "HolyShit he's gonna be hurting" kindof tackles - they went to commercial and never did come back and say how he was... hopefully he's ok...  guess it could have been worse though - he could have been under attack by red ants...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-113920857189341964?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/113920857189341964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=113920857189341964&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/113920857189341964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/113920857189341964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2006/02/redants-putt-putt-and-sucky-superbowls.html' title='RedAnts, Putt-Putt and Sucky Superbowls'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-113878263816504569</id><published>2006-02-01T08:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-01T08:30:38.206Z</updated><title type='text'>Life, Death, &amp; Reality</title><content type='html'>Ok so Today's post is going to be a little different and may get kindof long.  But these stories have had a big impact on me over the past week and I wanted to share them with you... maybe they will for you too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having a slow night at work a week or so ago and this guy at work (we'll call him J) was telling me how he was thinking of adopting his girlfriends daughter who is 13.  I thought wow thats a big step and so sweet for him to care so much about her.  A asked if she didnt have a Dad, and he said well its a long story but basically his girlfriend had been fooling around with a married man way back then and got pregnant.  The father never acknowledged the baby, and didnt even pay child support.  I thought hey well that will definitely make it easier to adopt the girl.  Then he went into the long story somewhat and gave me a short version of it.  I will try to make it even shorter here.  Basically when his girlfriend gave birth she had been living with her parents, and she went into a coma for 8 months.  They don't know why she was just in a coma.  During that time the parents took care of the baby (not great evidently), and also decided to take care of about $30,000 she had in the bank to pay off all their bills.  Which to me is a shit thing to do, but this guy said "Hey at least they used it to pay off bills and not blow it".  That still sits ill with me though.  So then he went on to tell me how shitty her parents are - she continued to support them and help pay their bills and yet they barely acknowledge her as their daughter.  Then we talked about why he wanted to adopt this woman's daughter - did he plan on marrying her and he wanted them to be one big happy family?  He dropped the bomb and told me that she is dying from Cancer.  She is 31, she had breast cancer and it has spread throughout her body and she only has a couple of months to live.  She can't go to her grandparents and there is no other family for her to go to so that's why they have been talking about him adopting her.  I thought how sad - this woman has been through so much and I truly felt sorry for her.  I had this family and the details of J's story on my mind for a couple of days - and with so much thought my mind seemed to turn it all around.  J has known this girl for 5 months.  How does he know all this is true?  I mean this woman who was rich all these years is now living with him with no money to support herself, she has a daughter who she had with a man who was married yet never bothered to take him in for child support, now she is dying with a couple months to live yet she looks and acts perfectly fine and even goes out to the bars drinking with him all the time.  So 5 mos before she is supposed to die she meets a man, moves in with him, lets him pay all the bills, even talks to him about adopting her daughter?  I dont know something just isn't jiving with me on all that.  And what's that saying about me?  First I feel compassion for someone then try to bust the story down because something just sounds fishy.  For his sake I sure hope the reality has me very wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/200/90.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Sunday morning I was getting off my mid-shift and this talk show was on the radio.  What makes this story unusual is I can't stand listening to talk shows, especially on Sunday mornings  ;-)  So for me to be listening is a miracle in itself - but I guess something kept me hanging on to listen.  Don Piper, a minister from Texas was on talking about a book he wrote called "90 Minutes in Heaven" or something along those lines and he went on to tell about the book.  He died in a car crash a few years ago - someone from a correctional facility was driving a truck and didn't really know how to drive.  He wound up driving over top of this man's vehicle.  He was pronounced dead by 4 paramedic units and after at almost 90 minutes he came back to life on his own.  No brain damage, only the damage from the accident.  There was alot to the story, and I gotta say after hearing him I was seriously amazed to hear his account of it.  I might have to look around for his book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helpjacqui.com"&gt;Help Jacqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/jacqui1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/jacqui1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacqueline Saburido was taking a break from college and industrial engineering classes when she came to the United States from Venezuela to study English. A drunk driving crash changed her life completely. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/jacqui2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/jacqui2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-113878263816504569?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/113878263816504569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=113878263816504569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/113878263816504569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/113878263816504569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2006/02/life-death-reality.html' title='Life, Death, &amp; Reality'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-113823712144782085</id><published>2006-01-26T00:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-26T00:58:41.463Z</updated><title type='text'>New Shoes</title><content type='html'>Thought I'd share a funny today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This married couple was on holiday in Pakistan. They were touring&lt;br /&gt;around the marketplace looking at the goods, when they passed this&lt;br /&gt;small sandal shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From inside they heard a gentleman with a Pakistani accent say, "You,&lt;br /&gt;foreigners! Come in. Come into my humble shop." So the married couple&lt;br /&gt;walked in. The Pakistani man said to them, "I have some special&lt;br /&gt;sandals I think you'd be interested in. They make you wild at sex like&lt;br /&gt;a great desert camel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the wife was really interested in buying the sandals after what&lt;br /&gt;the man had claimed, but her husband felt he really didn't need them,&lt;br /&gt;being the sex god he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband asked the man, "How could sandals make you into a sex&lt;br /&gt;freak?" The Pakistani man replied, "Just try them on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the husband, after much badgering from his wife, finally&lt;br /&gt;conceded to try them on. As soon as he slipped them onto his feet, he&lt;br /&gt;got this wild look in his eyes, something his wife hadn't seen in many&lt;br /&gt;years--- raw sexual power. In a blink of an eye, the husband rushed&lt;br /&gt;the Pakistani man, threw him on a table and started tearing at the&lt;br /&gt;guy's pants. But the Pakistani man was screaming, "You have them on&lt;br /&gt;the wrong feet!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-113823712144782085?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/113823712144782085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=113823712144782085&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/113823712144782085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/113823712144782085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-shoes.html' title='New Shoes'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-113744456189371106</id><published>2006-01-16T20:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-17T04:37:51.270Z</updated><title type='text'>Back from the pond...</title><content type='html'>Today since the kids were off of school I thought it would be good to get them out of the house and do something like go to the movies.  They wanted two of their friends to go and they seem like good kids so I told them that would be fine.  That way it gives me a chance to hang out with them and get an idea for sure what their friends are like.  T the party pooper refused to go and told me I was on my own - thanks hon!  Turned out to be a nice afternoon out - although when we got there everyone else in San Antonio decided to go to the movies too so the show we wanted to see was sold out.  We bought tickets for the 3:30 show and I took the kids to get a Frap from starbucks since we had some extra time.  I'm sure everyone was enjoying their coffee while relaxing to kids shouting "SIT DOWN YOU RETARD!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we made it to HOODWINKED - its a cartoon of Little Red Riding Hood with a twist.  It had a couple of laughs throughout but for the most part I wasn't impressed with anything but the animation, that rocked.  The kids gave it a thumbs up though so I guess that's all that matters.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time we've been to the movies here in the states in ohhh about 6 years so I was pretty impressed!  Did you know THEY HAVE A VENDING AREA for soda refills AND a walk-up-to-me-and-pump-all-the-freakin-butter-you-want pump for popcorn!?!?!  How cool is that?!?  Don't freak out - they had all you can grab napkins too!  :-)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie they hung out in the arcade for a little bit and then we hit Evolution Skateboards so my oldest Kevin could check out the skateboards.  He wants one for his birthday, I tried to talk him into the Wet Willy one - but he wouldn't go for it damnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-113744456189371106?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/113744456189371106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=113744456189371106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/113744456189371106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/113744456189371106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-from-pond.html' title='Back from the pond...'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-113739325818818120</id><published>2006-01-16T06:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-16T06:34:18.213Z</updated><title type='text'>MoviesMoviesMovies</title><content type='html'>So I joined Netflix wednesday night - it was around midnight and I was checking it out (I've had a couple friends refer me to them) and figured what the heck - if I don't like it I can cancel.  I'm VERY bad with remembering to return movies - so the whole NO LATE FEE thing is what's getting me  ;-)  So I started making my queue and added movies that I want to see or want to see again.  I included some that I want to see - some T might like (even though he VETO'd the whole Netflix idea) - and stuff the kids would like.  Friday's mail brought me my first three movies - THEY ARE FAST!  You watch the movies - they come in sleeves to return them all postage free.  So I watch them, pop them in the envelope, have the kids run them up to the top of the street and mail them and in a day or two I'll have whatever is next in my queue.  They have hubs all over the place so it makes getting them quick.  I think it's going to be pretty cool because I love watching movies.  T doesn't like them much but that's okay I just watch them on my own or since I'm on mids I started taking the portable DVD in and I watch them while I'm working.  The joys of being an analyst ;-)  Now I think I need to invest in that Dell with the Terabyte hard drive so I can start uhh.. 'archiving' yeah, that's it  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-113739325818818120?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/113739325818818120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=113739325818818120&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/113739325818818120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/113739325818818120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2006/01/moviesmoviesmovies.html' title='MoviesMoviesMovies'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-113676322389483944</id><published>2006-01-08T23:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-08T23:33:43.920Z</updated><title type='text'>Hangin loose...</title><content type='html'>I finally called and got the internet problem sorted out here - our box only needed a reboot - but hey the computer is online and its SOOOO much faster than the laptop!!  :-)  T drove to his house yesterday to get the waterbed, tv, computer and some of the boys things so he will be back shortly.  So you all will probably see us both on more often.  And I sure hope that waterbed fills fast - not only will it be nice to get off this damn air mattress but think of all the money we'll save not having to replace the mattresses we've popped!!   :-)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in today and been chillin out for the most part.  I did start to finally get the Christmas decorations taken down - this year I'm weeding out the un-needy stuff (I have TOO much!) - I bought some of those green/red ornament boxes too and it's so much easier than wrapping everything and putting it in a box - this way they have some protection and I only need to wrap the fragile ornaments...  I love decorating for Christmas but I sure hate the taking down part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T needs to get his butt home - i wanna make some waves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-113676322389483944?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/113676322389483944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=113676322389483944&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/113676322389483944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/113676322389483944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2006/01/hangin-loose.html' title='Hangin loose...'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-113608160000315540</id><published>2006-01-01T01:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-01T02:13:20.026Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/IMG_7052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/IMG_7052.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I wanted to hit the &lt;a href="http://www.sexysite.com/stores/sanantonio1.htm"&gt;MegapleXXX&lt;/a&gt; today and I forgot - I so wanted to bring the New Year in with new goodies!!  Guess we'll have to do without, oh well, wednesdays women get 20% off anyway...   Took the family visiting to Riverwalk today - went and saw the Alamo.  We did what everyone told me to do - find it - take a picture and don't bother.  It's alot smaller than I imagined it to be that's for sure...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to hang out with Dick Clark tonight (311 is going to be on!!) - got the shrimpies and we're steaming them right now, well Dad is doing them - that Old Bay smells sooooo damn good!  I love me some Maryland Steamed Shrimp, it's ALMOST as delicious as Maryland Steamed Crabs!  MMmmmm - Happy New Year y'all!!  If you're home tonight too - don't forget to let the kiddies take the old pots and pans outside to make some noise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-113608160000315540?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/113608160000315540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=113608160000315540&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/113608160000315540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/113608160000315540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-113599194312015670</id><published>2005-12-31T01:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-31T01:19:03.133Z</updated><title type='text'>OvErLoAd</title><content type='html'>The family has arrived so our house of 8 has expanded to a house of 12!  Argh!  We've got things set up to work out as far as sleeping arrangements - we're using a couple of air mattresses and I stocked up on some pillows.  I hadn't even thought about how much food we need to have on hand!  Luckily T is a Wanna-be-Emeril so he's been doing most of the cooking.  Been pretty damn tasty too - tonight it's hamburgers (they are smelling SOOOO good) and tomorrow he's going to try a recipe from one of the new cookbooks I got him for Christmas.  It's awesome having a honey that can cook but damn it's bad news for the waistline! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were thinking about going to the Riverwalk tomorrow for New Years Eve but I think the crowds are going to be outrageous so we might get us some shrimps to steam, some yummy snacks and just stay home and have our own little party.  The boys are supposed to be picked up by their Mom in the morning so at least the kid tally will be taken down to 3  ;-)  It's been a long two weeks lemme tell ya!  But in all reality all 6 have been pretty good - nobody's been rushed to the hospital only a couple of nose bleeds  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-113599194312015670?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/113599194312015670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=113599194312015670&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/113599194312015670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/113599194312015670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2005/12/overload.html' title='OvErLoAd'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-113553907703611401</id><published>2005-12-25T19:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2005-12-25T19:31:17.050Z</updated><title type='text'>Kids and Christmas</title><content type='html'>Whew.  Six kids at Christmas and we survived!  :-)  T's ex decided last minute that she wasn't going to come get them so on the Eve of Christmas Eve I went out at 4am to do some shopping.  Yesterday I had the kids help me bake cookies for Santa.  My first mistake was having the kids help me bake cookies for Santa  heehee  They actually did pretty good, they decided to make Reindeer Cookies.  I got the recipe off of Landolakes.com.  Do not, I repeat DO NOT, waste your time on these.  BLEAHK!  We had to send T out for the Christmas M&amp;Ms (eyes and nose) and Pretzels (antlers) and seeing as how he's a big BAH-HUM-BUG Scrooge he wasn't happy about facing those last minute shoppers.  But he went and lived to tell about it.  The kids fought over who was doing what, but Queen Kerigan (my 9 yr old) had them under control.  Bryce and Justin handled the sugar dumping and Justin got to mix the peanut butter into the mix.  Or at least he tried to - he said he couldn't do it and I told him to make big circles in the dough with his spoon.  He screamed "I can't it won't let me!"   I was crackin up :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been around for a while but I will try to get on more often - we're still on the laptop and it's just a pain in the ass.  That's what I get for my laziness and for having a Poolboy that's practically computer illiterate (I'm gonna hear shit for that one LOL)   Merry Christmas!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-113553907703611401?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/113553907703611401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=113553907703611401&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/113553907703611401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/113553907703611401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2005/12/kids-and-christmas.html' title='Kids and Christmas'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-113303110473743015</id><published>2005-11-26T18:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-26T18:51:44.746Z</updated><title type='text'>Things you can say ONLY on Thanksgiving....</title><content type='html'>1.. Talk about a huge breast!&lt;br /&gt;2.. Tying the legs together keeps the inside moist.&lt;br /&gt;3.. It's Cool Whip time!&lt;br /&gt;4.. If I don't undo my pants, I'll burst!&lt;br /&gt;5.. Whew, that's one terrific spread!&lt;br /&gt;6.. I'm in the mood for a little dark meat.&lt;br /&gt;7.. Are you ready for seconds yet?&lt;br /&gt;8.. It's a little dry, do you still want to eat it?&lt;br /&gt;9.. Just wait your turn, you'll get some!&lt;br /&gt;10.. Don't play with your meat&lt;br /&gt;11.. Just spread the legs open and stuff it in&lt;br /&gt;12.. Do you think you'll be able to handle all these people at once?&lt;br /&gt;13.. I didn't expect everyone to come at once&lt;br /&gt;14.. That's the biggest one I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;15.. How long do I beat it before it's ready&lt;br /&gt;16.. You still have a little bit on your chin&lt;br /&gt;17.. You'll know it's ready when it pops up&lt;br /&gt;18.. Wow, I didn't think I could handle all of that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee  Hope you all had a good turkey day!!  We had rotiseree's and fixings in the hotel - HAH!  Better than MickeyDs though  ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-113303110473743015?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/113303110473743015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=113303110473743015&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/113303110473743015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/113303110473743015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2005/11/things-you-can-say-only-on.html' title='Things you can say ONLY on Thanksgiving....'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-113236186973346288</id><published>2005-11-19T00:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-19T01:04:38.930Z</updated><title type='text'>WOOHOO!!</title><content type='html'>**Ravey shakes it just a lil bit**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class is over and &lt;B&gt;I PASSED MY TEST!!&lt;/B&gt;  This means I at least have a job  :-)  I start shiftwork on sunday - was supposed to work a 12 on saturday but somehow I managed to wiggle out of that.  It's going to be weird going back to 12 hour shifts again, but at least I'll have every other weekend off...  Im going to be sniffing out hackers trying to bust into the entire air force network so I think Im going to like what im going to be doing.  Not much else going on, T and I ate at some Mexican place called Papasito's for lunch today, it was really good but damn did it make me sick.  Not pukey sick the "I got a brick in my stomach" kindof sick... Going to check out a house to rent tomorrow.  Looks like we're going to have his boys next tuesday through friday - i have to work wednesday and thursday so I get lucky - T's gonna have the biggest test - keeping 6 kids quiet in a small hotel suite  LOL  His patience is already stretched thin so this is going to be interesting ;-)  Hopefully next weekend we'll be in our own place.  I'm sure lookin forward to our own bedroom thats for sure  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-113236186973346288?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/113236186973346288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=113236186973346288&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/113236186973346288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/113236186973346288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2005/11/woohoo.html' title='WOOHOO!!'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-113210919875977944</id><published>2005-11-16T02:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-16T02:46:38.773Z</updated><title type='text'>Did I mention I HATE MOVING?</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!  Sorry its taken me so long to post - the internet here sucks and I honestly just haven't had the time!  We got here Saturday night, Monday I was supposed to be at work but they didnt bother to tell me that they signed me up for three weeks of class.  Well, they didnt bother to tell me until Monday afternoon after I'd already missed day one!  Everything has just gone down hill from then.  We did get a rental when we went to the airport to pick up my oldest son Kevin, so thats been pretty cool, it's a Chevy Impala.  I love driving down the road and having everyone get out of my way not knowing if I'm a cop or not  :-)  The worst of it is we lost the house, I found out last night.  Damn Texas laws and stupid lawyers.  It's not even worth getting into but now I've got to find a house to rent and somehow come up with first months rent, a security deposit, the balance of the hotel and rental car plus food and gas out of next paydays paycheck.  Not gonna happen!  If I could just win lotto....  course you gotta have money to play to win!  I sure hope we find something roomy though, living in this hotel room leaves no room for alone time!!  Hotel life sucks - the only good part is the free meals  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-113210919875977944?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/113210919875977944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=113210919875977944&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/113210919875977944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/113210919875977944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2005/11/did-i-mention-i-hate-moving.html' title='Did I mention I HATE MOVING?'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-113023168054678156</id><published>2005-10-25T09:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:12:54.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitchy what?</title><content type='html'>For all of you with tender ears, please cover them now.  I have been told that I am an amateur bitch'er by the bitchboy himself.  Evidently I don't fucking use the word fuck enough on my fucking rants and I need to be a little more fucking aggressive and use the fucking word a hella (ooo I got to use my new word!) fucking lot in order to be a master fucking bitcher.  Fuck that I sound like a 'former' fucking marine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay with that out of the way - I'm going to remove myself from the stress and talk about something I was thinking about in the shower today.  I bet you didn't know I used to be completely jealous of the opposite sex.  Would you like to know why?   SNOW.  How COOL is it to be able to whip it out and just piss your name in the snow!?!  I would so love to do that!  I mean I'd have to just drown myself in drink all the freaking time just so I could run outside to doodle!  Well this morning I was in the shower, I'm staying at my neighbors while he is away.  He has a power shower like me, only his has a delicious massager switch on it so of course I took full advantage.  Which got me thinking maybe I'm not so jealous afterall.  I mean, how cool it is that I can have an orgasm without even touching myself!?!?  "LOOK MA! NO HANDS!  heehee  Mind you it's nothing like a good tongue lashing but it's not like I'm gonna complain or anything!   ;-P~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-113023168054678156?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/113023168054678156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=113023168054678156&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/113023168054678156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/113023168054678156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2005/10/bitchy-what.html' title='Bitchy what?'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-113013447725170021</id><published>2005-10-24T07:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T07:17:58.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE MOVING.</title><content type='html'>I'm going to pretend to be T and have me a little bitch post.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[INSERT BITCHING HERE]]  GAWD I hate moving!  I spent the ENTIRE day yesterday trying to get ready for these movers today.  I never got notified which mover is coming so SOMEONE BETTER BE MOVIN ME TODAY or I can guarantee some heads are gonna roll!  My neighbor is back in the states so he's letting me use his place to stay in once they pack up my bed so I dont have to get a hotel.  So I had his washer/dryer going with my washer/dryer going to knock out all the clothes and I had to clean up trash/junk and fold loads pretty much all day.  Got all the dishes done they have to all be in the cabinets for the movers.  I got my van up to base for the PCS Valet cleaning and stopped and got a case of beer and some cokes for the movers - hoping if Im good to them they'll be good to me!  heehee  I finally got my ass in bed at 3:30 and am now up at 7, thanks to the Poolboy for staying up to wake me... I was so hoping I would dream I was having a nice long cigarette last night but no such luck (I quit 5 mos ago).  I SO CANT WAIT TIL THIS IS OVER!  Four more days... and now the excitement begins... I need to shower and get going - the landlord will be here at 8:30 and the movers at 9.  ARGHHH!  [[END BITCHING HERE]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-113013447725170021?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/113013447725170021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=113013447725170021&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/113013447725170021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/113013447725170021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-hate-moving.html' title='I HATE MOVING.'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-113001924550108926</id><published>2005-10-22T22:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T23:14:05.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Six more days...</title><content type='html'>Would the time gods please fast forward the clocks a wee bit!?  I sure could use a mind-blowing orgasm right about now.  And lots and lotsa wild MonkeySex!  :-)  Been cleaning and dumping and stressing all day.  I'm completely exhausted, I was just actually in bed all ready to zonk out when my 2 youngest devil children came bouncing into my room acting more like it was 3pm instead of 11pm.  Ugh.  I wasn't even supposed to have them tonight but the Warden (that would be the ex by the way) decided to go to the neighbors house, get drunk and puke his guts up.  Nice huh?  Looks like I'm not getting to be anytime soon, that sucks.  What sucks even more is tomorrow is the last day I have to get all this shit done before Monday - that is SO not going to happen!  I tried clicking my timberland's three times and chanting "I wanna go home" but no luck.  AND why wasn't they spelled thay?  Doesn't that make more sense???  Hmm.. I wonder if it would be considered child abuse if I shove some Nyquil down the rugrats throats?!  heehee j/k  AND no I'm not drinking I just get strange when I'm tarrrrd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fellow blogger made me a really cool button on his page - &lt;br /&gt;thanks &lt;a href="http://jayrey.blogspot.com/"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/a&gt;! :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/RavenPita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/RavenPita.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-113001924550108926?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/113001924550108926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=113001924550108926&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/113001924550108926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/113001924550108926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2005/10/six-more-days.html' title='Six more days...'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-112992183800726866</id><published>2005-10-21T20:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T20:19:22.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of Work ~ Stonehenge</title><content type='html'>Today was my last day at work - they brought a guy to me yesterday afternoon - new to the office but has been there for almost 2 weeks now and said "Here train him before you go".  ARGH!  So we got in a couple hours training today.  Typical military!!  Monday through Thursday the movers will be here packing up my household so I get to stay home and supervise them.  One week from today and I'm gonna be on an 8 hour flight to Baltimore.  One week from Tomorrow I'm gonna be having me some late night Wild MonkeySex (WOOHOO!).  After six months of wearin down batteries - lets just say I'M PRETTY DAMN ANXIOUS!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/stonehenge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/320/stonehenge.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.fungod.com/coppermine/albums/coolvideos01/barnmover.wmv"&gt;STONEHENGE RELOADED&lt;/a&gt;  I watched this video clip today - this is SO awesome!!   You know Stonehenge and the whole mystery on how those stones got there?  Well this guy from Flint Michigan seems to have figured it out.  What are ya waitin fer!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-112992183800726866?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/112992183800726866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=112992183800726866&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/112992183800726866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/112992183800726866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-day-of-work-stonehenge.html' title='Last Day of Work ~ Stonehenge'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-112958390523899197</id><published>2005-10-17T21:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T22:21:02.280+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you hate that?!?</title><content type='html'>The pain!!  I just had this real long blog posted and I previewed it and thought it popped up in another window and instead of hiding preview I closed out the window which made me lose everything.  Yes it asked if I was sure.  I never said I didn't have my blonde moments - ask T he'll tell ya!!  (Can you see Florida?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to make a long blog short - I had to have a Mom to Pervert talk with son tonight.  My neighbor Tina spent the night since they all had off school today.  Her and Kevin are and ex-couple and they can't be around each other without fighting.  Or so I thought.  Today she woke up with a fucking hickie on her neck.  ARGH!  So evidently they are back together and I &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/1600/trojan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1246/1539/200/trojan1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;had to have a talk with her about how hickies make you look like a slut and then a talk with Kev about how giving hickies makes his girl LOOK like a slut!  I told him to get with it - If you're gonna give a suck mark at least put it somewhere the parents cant see it!  Then I went on to ask him if he has had sex yet - because I'm &lt;br /&gt;a curious Mom and damnit if he's gonna be having sex I want that boy protected - 36 is way too young to be a grandmother!  Not to mention all those filthy diseases out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look over to the right sidebar - check me out huh? huh?!  I've joined the ranks and am now a Mafia Chick!  WOOHOO!  And my Poolboy can't even be here to see it!  Poor thing's laying in bed dying... on the way home from dropping off his boys he had to pull over to puke his guts up, and he hasn't stopped since.  I know he's sick when he's even too sick to whine about it!  I know all you men are babies when your'e sick - but this one takes the cake!!  He need to wait two more weeks so I could be taking care of him.  I know I get there in 12 days - but he can't get sick until I've had my way with him and I want about a 100 rounds of MonkeySex, which will probably be done by day 14 so WALA - that's the perfect time for him to get sick and for me to baby him all he wants  :-)  Make sure you all tell DarlingDinkyBunkyBoo (lmao that cracks me up everytime i call him that and yeah i'm in for it when he gets better and reads all this shit LOL) - tell him to quit pissin around and get his ass outta bed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I finally figured out the picture in a post thingy, damn that was easy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-112958390523899197?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/112958390523899197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=112958390523899197&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/112958390523899197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/112958390523899197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2005/10/dont-you-hate-that.html' title='Don&apos;t you hate that?!?'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-112939890379556208</id><published>2005-10-15T18:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T19:55:38.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FAIRY TALE</title><content type='html'>Hey I added a new link that has pics of &lt;A HREF="http://photos.yahoo.com/amy311tx" target=_blank&gt;OUR HOUSE&lt;/A&gt; ~ if you want to see it :-)  It's still in the last stages of construction so there are still a few things that need to be done like the privacy fence isnt up, the sod isnt down, and the woodwork isn't finished being painted... but it's getting there!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I was pokin around and came across that fuali.com site and did the Bold Words thing to see what it would do ~ I LAUGHED SO DAMN HARD I WAS CRYING!  LOOK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once upon a time there has a young &lt;b&gt;STRIPPER&lt;/b&gt; named &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;.  He was a &lt;b&gt;HORNY&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;NOTHING&lt;/b&gt; in the &lt;b&gt;HAPPY&lt;/b&gt; forest when he met &lt;b&gt;SNEAKY&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;CLEVELAND&lt;/b&gt;, a run-away &lt;b&gt;MAFIA MOM&lt;/b&gt; from the &lt;b&gt;BIG&lt;/b&gt; Queen &lt;b&gt;ANN&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt; could see that &lt;b&gt;SNEAKY&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;CLEVELAND&lt;/b&gt; was hungry so he reached into his &lt;b&gt;CONDOM&lt;/b&gt; and gave him his &lt;b&gt;SMILING&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;CRABS&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;SNEAKY&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;CLEVELAND&lt;/b&gt; was thankful for &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;'s &lt;b&gt;CRABS&lt;/b&gt;, so he told &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt; a very &lt;b&gt;BEAUTIFUL&lt;/b&gt; story about Queen &lt;b&gt;ANN&lt;/b&gt;'s daughter &lt;b&gt;RAVEN&lt;/b&gt;. How her mother, the &lt;b&gt;BIG&lt;/b&gt; Queen &lt;b&gt;ANN&lt;/b&gt;, kept her locked away in a &lt;b&gt;BROTHEL&lt;/b&gt; protected by a gigantic &lt;b&gt;BFC&lt;/b&gt;, because &lt;b&gt;RAVEN&lt;/b&gt; was so &lt;b&gt;SEXY&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;LICKED&lt;/b&gt;. He vowed to &lt;b&gt;SNEAKY&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;CLEVELAND&lt;/b&gt; the &lt;b&gt;MAFIA MOM&lt;/b&gt; that he would save the &lt;b&gt;SEXY&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;RAVEN&lt;/b&gt;. He would &lt;b&gt;LICK&lt;/b&gt; the &lt;b&gt;BFC&lt;/b&gt;, and take &lt;b&gt;RAVEN&lt;/b&gt; far away from her evil mother, the &lt;b&gt;BIG&lt;/b&gt; Queen &lt;b&gt;ANN&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;SUCK&lt;/b&gt; her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, all of the sudden, there was a &lt;b&gt;SLOPPY&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;HURRICANE&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;SNEAKY&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;CLEVELAND&lt;/b&gt; the &lt;b&gt;MAFIA MOM&lt;/b&gt; began to laugh. With a puff of smoke he turned into the gigantic &lt;b&gt;BFC&lt;/b&gt; from his story. &lt;b&gt;BIG&lt;/b&gt; Queen &lt;b&gt;ANN&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;SLITHERED&lt;/b&gt; out from behind a &lt;b&gt;VIBRATOR&lt;/b&gt; and struck &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt; dead. In the far off &lt;b&gt;BROTHEL&lt;/b&gt; you could hear a &lt;b&gt;SLURP&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THE END.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-112939890379556208?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/112939890379556208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=112939890379556208&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/112939890379556208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/112939890379556208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-fairy-tale.html' title='MY FAIRY TALE'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-112932780492390009</id><published>2005-10-14T23:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T23:42:06.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No it's not Halloween yet!!</title><content type='html'>This goofy redhead would be me - PITA at LARGE&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/8281/320/IMG_3917.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/8281/200/IMG_3917.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing around with 'Hello' and trying to figure out the whole picture deal.  So bear with me, you might see a couple different pics showing up until I can get the hang of it... before I get frustrated and start throwing things how the fuck do I get my pic above my links?  GRRRR... yes, I'm growling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-112932780492390009?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/112932780492390009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=112932780492390009&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/112932780492390009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/112932780492390009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-its-not-halloween-yet.html' title='No it&apos;s not Halloween yet!!'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-112931349260144104</id><published>2005-10-14T19:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T21:34:02.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How cool is this?!</title><content type='html'>I think I'm gonna pick out some of them shirts for my future &lt;a href="http://ftheb.blogspot.com"&gt;Pool Boy&lt;/a&gt; :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;P.S. ~ Oh Phreddie you have a comment from the previous!! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-112931349260144104?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.tshirthell.com/traveloffer.htm' title='How cool is this?!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/112931349260144104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=112931349260144104&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/112931349260144104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/112931349260144104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-cool-is-this.html' title='How cool is this?!'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-112922935473408420</id><published>2005-10-13T18:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T21:40:08.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All about the PITA...</title><content type='html'>Seeing as though I'm pretty new to this blogger thing I figured I outta try to post a little something to introduce myself. I am a chick who is currently living in Jolly Ole England. But not for long as it looks like I got a move happening here in about two weeks.  I'm going to be packing up the house and kids and traveling to San Antonio, Texas.  I have this Long Distance Relationship (LDR) thing going on so it can't get here fast enough...  6 months without sex &lt;b&gt;SUCKS&lt;/b&gt; and obviously I don't mean that literally!  Do you know how many damn batteries I've gone through?!  I really should have bought stock in Energizer.  Oh yeah, this is probably a good time to mention I can be a bit perverted at times.  But honestly I was never like this until I met my &lt;a href="http://ftheb.blogger.com"&gt;GOOBER&lt;/a&gt; who some of you may know as T.  It's all his fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry though, I'll have my non-perverted moments too and you'll probably hear me tell some funny stories about the kids from time to time so I'll tell you a bit about them just so you know who I'm talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have three rugrats - Kevin is 13 and he has reached the rebel stage. He's going through the typical "All take and no give with an attitude to boot" stage. He's had a rough time with the divorce though so I guess that's to be expected... Then there's my girl Kerigan. She's 9 going on 16. She loves Bratz, Boys and Makeup and not particularly in that order. One minute she can be girly girly and the next she's a tomboy. Which is probably a good thing since her 2 brothers are going to be expanding to 5. She's gonna need to be able to take em down once in a while ;-) Now Kyler, he's my 6 year old and my sweetie. He can make me laugh so hard at times, and he's also my affectionate one. He's just like me when I was a kid - he gets yelled at and he laughs. No matter what kindof trouble he is in - he smiles about it. The worst part is I was just like him so I know it's something I won't get him out of and I'm going to have to deal with those smiles for a very long time! I am also going to have 3 stepsons. With just a weekend with them I managed to get them to love me, course I got sucked in too. Paul is 9 and such a sweetie! This kid LOVES reading - probably as much as I love buying books for him... he loves sexy girls and boobies and T and I have already discussed putting a lock on Ker's door ;-) Not to mention constantly reminding those two they are going to be brother and sister soon LOL Bryce is 6 and he loves to draw pictures for me so I have quite a few plastered on my desk at work. They are all of the two of us and he tells me he loves me in all of them... Justin is 5 and the baby, he's very affectionate just like Kyler and loves to cuddle up to me. His favorite saying is "Guess what?!" Yep - life with the new Brady Bunch is definitely going to be interesting ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think i'm done rambling on for now... ~Raven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-112922935473408420?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/112922935473408420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=112922935473408420&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/112922935473408420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/112922935473408420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2005/10/all-about-pita.html' title='All about the PITA...'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-112915182159951407</id><published>2005-10-12T22:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T22:17:01.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Dinner</title><content type='html'>Steve is shopping for a new motorcycle.  He finally finds one for a great price, but it's missing a seal, so whenever it rains he has to smear vaseline over the spot where the seal should be.  Anyway, his girlfriend is having him over for dinner to meet her parents.  He drives his new bike to her house, where she is outside waiting for him.  "No matter what happens at dinner tonight, don't say a word."  She tells him, "Our family had a fight a while ago about doing dishes.  We haven't done any since, but the first person to speak at dinner has to do them."  Steve sits down for dinner and it is just how she described it. Dishes are piled up to the ceiling in the kitchen, and nobody is saying a word.  So Steve decides to have a little fun.  He grabs his girlfriend, throws her on the table and has sex with her in front of her parents.  His girlfriend is a little flustered, her dad is obviously livid, and her mom horrified when he sits back down, but no one says a word.  A few minutes later he grabs her mom, throws her on the table and does a repeat performance.  Now his girlfriend is furious, her dad is boiling, and her mother is a little happier.  But still there is complete silence at the table.  All of a sudden there is a loud clap of thunder, and it starts to rain.  Steve remembers his motorcycle.  He jumps up and grabs his jar of vaseline. Upon witnessing this, his girlfriend's father backs away from the table and screams, "OKAY, ENOUGH ALREADY, I'LL DO THE FUCKING DISHES"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-112915182159951407?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/112915182159951407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=112915182159951407&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/112915182159951407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/112915182159951407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2005/10/family-dinner.html' title='Family Dinner'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16274705.post-112906056485207937</id><published>2005-10-11T20:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T22:30:29.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Positions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two cowboys are out on the range talking about their favorite sex positions.&lt;br /&gt;One says "I think I enjoy the rodeo position the best."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think I have ever heard of that one", says the other cowboy.&lt;br /&gt;"What is it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it's where you get your girlfriend on all fours, mount her from behind, and reach around and cup her breasts in your hands. Then you whisper in her ear, "Boy, these feel just like your sister's," and then see if you can hold on for 8 seconds..... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16274705-112906056485207937?l=celticraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/feeds/112906056485207937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16274705&amp;postID=112906056485207937&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/112906056485207937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16274705/posts/default/112906056485207937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celticraven.blogspot.com/2005/10/favorite-positions.html' title='Favorite Positions'/><author><name>GrapeApe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352154490671087913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8134/2637/320/GrapeApe5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
