<?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-5778370254351869319</id><updated>2011-07-30T11:47:01.287-07:00</updated><category term='hormones'/><category term='plans'/><category term='boss'/><category term='funny'/><category term='kyle and robby'/><category term='job loss'/><category term='tired'/><category term='urban dictionary'/><category term='tractor'/><category term='cock talk'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='things I hate'/><category term='boat'/><category term='pissed'/><category term='new mower'/><category term='hubs'/><category term='bad mood'/><category term='job'/><category term='Oklahoma trip'/><category 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term='bluntcards'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='boss is a pain in the ass'/><category term='random'/><category term='party'/><category term='fight with the hubs'/><category term='love changes'/><category term='sara is going to make me kill her'/><category term='arguing with the hubs'/><category term='snow in Tx'/><category term='oh my'/><category term='family drama'/><category term='uncle billy'/><category term='my stupid ass husband is driving me insane'/><category term='pms'/><category term='this made me mad'/><category term='what it&apos;s like video'/><category term='hernia'/><category term='Grandma and Grandpa'/><category term='some things never change'/><category term='lora&apos;s death'/><category term='sex selfishness'/><title type='text'>Keeping It Real</title><subtitle type='html'>I am learning that some people judge you for being real..that is why only a select few will be told about this blog!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-2500256744881255164</id><published>2010-08-04T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T19:51:17.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I have thought about closing this blog down. Things are going good for me now. I am looking for a job, still staying on track with eating right and exercising daily. I try not to get discouraged since many of my friends have had gastric and are losing weight like crazy. I know it is a journey I want to take to do this on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I have always been a good person, nice looking, with a good personality. But it is nice to know I am getting healthier and not because I have had surgery, but because I have worked so very hard to change everything about my life. My friend who has had surgery has had to change everything about how she eats too so she is going through a lot of the same things I am. The only difference is she has lost almost 50 pounds and I have lost 1/2 that amount. It can be disconcerting at times. I know I will get there, it will just take time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I am glad the kids are about to start school and I am really trying to find a job. I am ready to go back to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-2500256744881255164?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2500256744881255164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=2500256744881255164&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/2500256744881255164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/2500256744881255164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-8226343924977787311</id><published>2010-07-15T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T14:53:29.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family drama'/><title type='text'>Defended</title><content type='html'>Recently I posted a Facebook status about my in laws never seeing my kids. My hubby's sister called me selfish and said that it is our fault my m.i.l. does not see the kids. Really, this girl has no clue!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bugs me is I have never ever said anything to Hubby's sister about the way she lives or the things she does but she has the nerve to call me selfish. She does not even know me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N E ways, hubby called her and I was in the tub when he was talking to her. He told her she does not have a clue how our kids have been treated, she is only hearing his Mom's side. He told her I am his partner, his wife and I deserve to be treated with respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very happy he stood up for me. I am still pissed at my sister in law but that's okay, only the people who are really here for me matter in my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-8226343924977787311?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8226343924977787311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=8226343924977787311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/8226343924977787311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/8226343924977787311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/07/defended.html' title='Defended'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-7573236780346350344</id><published>2010-06-26T19:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T19:45:59.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my husband drives me mad'/><title type='text'>Asshole</title><content type='html'>I had a great idea to go out to breakfast this morning and to an early movie. Well, breakfast turned into a tear fest for me. My husband felt I embarrassed him because he pointed out where he wanted to sit and I told him we had to wait to be seated. He said I was talking too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lound&lt;/span&gt; and people were looking at him and that all I want to do is control everything and everybody.&lt;br /&gt;I sat at the table before we ordered our food and I felt tears come into my eyes so I went to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back and my daughter was telling her Dad that he needed to stop being mean. Well, this pissed him off and he continued to talk about how I embarrassed him. We ordered and I ate my food in silence once it came to the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was mortified.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to literally crawl underneath the table.&lt;br /&gt;I was so mad I wanted to punch him in his fucking face.&lt;br /&gt;For real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished eating and drove to the movie place where we had to wait over 30 minutes for the movie to start. Hubs and I didn't speak the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;Fucker.&lt;br /&gt;I was still mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in to see Toy Story 3 and I sat by him even though I didn't want to. He whispered he was sorry but I was still not very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when we got home, he was all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kissy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kissy&lt;/span&gt;. I said I needed to go get gas and pick up a few things from the store. He said he would drive me.&lt;br /&gt;So we went and then when we got home, he thought everything was good and that he might get some ass.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went on my evening walk, I was thinking about what happened this morning and it made me angry all over again! After I took a bath, I came into our room and told him how he made me feel and that I was not trying to embarrass him but he really really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not mad anymore but I told him that next time I will leave before I get treated that way.&lt;br /&gt;No, screw that, I told him I will never go out to breakfast with him ever again as long as I live!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-7573236780346350344?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7573236780346350344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=7573236780346350344&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/7573236780346350344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/7573236780346350344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/06/asshole.html' title='Asshole'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-5261181250388792404</id><published>2010-06-18T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T05:40:49.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><title type='text'>Monster with no sleep</title><content type='html'>Ugh. My husband is not happy to be the only one getting up early. Now that I am off work I sleep a little later. I used to get up with him but now I am like, NO WAY!&lt;br /&gt;The only bad thing is all of our bedrooms are on the same hallway and hubs is a light sleeper. So every little sound wakes him up and then he is pissy.&lt;br /&gt;NOT FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the kids are not so careful when using the hallway bathroom and they shut the door a little too hard. Hubs gets woken up and does not go back to sleep for an hour or more and he has to wake up at 5:30 am. And we all hear about it when he gets home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he says that I am the one who can't go without sleep...whatever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-5261181250388792404?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5261181250388792404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=5261181250388792404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/5261181250388792404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/5261181250388792404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/06/monster-with-no-sleep.html' title='Monster with no sleep'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-7873812142015525685</id><published>2010-06-08T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T15:33:15.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another post where I complain</title><content type='html'>I want to bitch some more, okay????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.My teen&lt;br /&gt;Why does my teen fuss when I ask her to put up HER clothes that I folded and wipe down HER bathroom counter?? Seriously!  She should have been me growing up when I had to do shit for hours and hours because my mom was a neat freak...ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Facebook. Why are certain people such assholes on Facebook?? One girl who is a friend on FB made a comment about people changing their profile pic and fishing for compliments. Well, I like changing my pic and what the fuck is she so upset about?? Now I don't know if she directed this at me but it COULD have been directed at me but you know what I say, GET OVER IT ASSHOLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My husband&lt;br /&gt;This man gripes that he never sleeps. So yesterday when he got off work, he went to sleep. So I didn't disturb him and tried to keep the kids quiet. He slept about 4 hours! When he woke up he commenced to bitching and bitching and bitching. Because he slept through his favorite show.&lt;br /&gt;Are you fucking kidding me?? What would you rather do, sleep or watch tv??&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I am done!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-7873812142015525685?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7873812142015525685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=7873812142015525685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/7873812142015525685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/7873812142015525685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-post-where-i-complain.html' title='Another post where I complain'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-799621842861693812</id><published>2010-06-03T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T19:52:28.200-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things I hate'/><title type='text'>Things I hate</title><content type='html'>I hate mowing and being all itchy afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate disrespectful people, it is not all about you ASSHOLE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people make comments about fat people. I am fat but I am trying to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people make judgments. I used to be one of those people, but I lost my job of 15 years and I had to get help with my kids' insurance. I have never asked for help, but I have never NOT worked either. I figure I have paid in for long enough so if I need a little help now, that is what it's for!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate pimples. For some reason I am getting them a lot now ..WHAT THE HELL???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when people feel others owe them something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being lied to.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being avoided when I have done nothing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you hate??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-799621842861693812?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/799621842861693812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=799621842861693812&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/799621842861693812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/799621842861693812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-i-hate.html' title='Things I hate'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-9017600831032741356</id><published>2010-05-22T18:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T18:53:03.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><title type='text'>Plans</title><content type='html'>I have been mowing the last couple of days and my allergies are kicking it! My eyes are literally sore from all the leakage. Gross, huh???  I love to mow and think. I was missing my Grandpa today a lot. I wish my kids had Grandparents that gave a shit about them. Hubs Mom is always too "busy" to see them, and my Mom lives 5 hours away. My mom and I have gotten a lot closer lately and she does not bring the drama and gossip because I don't want to hear it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are visiting her in a few weeks but we are waiting because they are getting tornadoes galore right now! Next week hubs is off Thursday, Friday and the following Monday. I will probably take the kids to see Shrek on Tuesday or Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your summer plans??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-9017600831032741356?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/9017600831032741356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=9017600831032741356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/9017600831032741356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/9017600831032741356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/05/plans.html' title='Plans'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-5262932744761044719</id><published>2010-05-18T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T18:03:44.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='losing weight'/><title type='text'>What's going on</title><content type='html'>Oh I haven't posted here in so long!! Well, I had finals last week and that was fun...not! But I am down to my last two classes..woot!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the 30 day shred yesterday. I did it again today. Oh yeah, it is good. I think I am going to like it and I have lost 10 pounds so far but have many many more to lose.  I am feeling sexier and hubby is reaping the benefits!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching a movie on Netflix about the Holocaust. So sad. I am crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-5262932744761044719?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5262932744761044719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=5262932744761044719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/5262932744761044719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/5262932744761044719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s going on'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-1338687667441429143</id><published>2010-05-11T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T06:17:51.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers day'/><title type='text'>Mothers day for my Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S-lYzYs7DXI/AAAAAAAAAII/_kiIj2zDDJA/s1600/ring+mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470000862245621106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S-lYzYs7DXI/AAAAAAAAAII/_kiIj2zDDJA/s400/ring+mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hubby came home yesterday and helped me mow. Woot!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We mowed for 2 hours and I got about 2 acres knocked out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I won't have to kill myself mowing today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to mail my mom her Mother's Day ring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister, brother and I went in on her a Mother's ring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took awhile to get it made but it really turned out beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think she will like it. It sort of looks like the pic above, but my Mom had 7 babies, 6 of us lived. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-1338687667441429143?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1338687667441429143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=1338687667441429143&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/1338687667441429143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/1338687667441429143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day-for-my-mom.html' title='Mothers day for my Mom'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S-lYzYs7DXI/AAAAAAAAAII/_kiIj2zDDJA/s72-c/ring+mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-2896722760334258386</id><published>2010-05-03T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T09:53:42.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><title type='text'>What is most important</title><content type='html'>Oh no, not preggers. I got my tubes tied when TC was born. Best decision I ever made!!!!  I never did like the baby phase, my kids did not sleep. It was difficult to work after being up several times thru the night.  I wonder how I made it most days!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have never been one of those women who saw a baby and said, "Oh I want one!" Especially after having TC. TC was not a bad baby at all, but I have always been one who tries to have everything perfect. Perfect  house, everything cleaned all the time. It is not doable if you are working and have 2 kids.&lt;br /&gt;And I have learned that life is very short and we have to sometimes overlook a dirty house and just have fun. Our kids will remember going to the park, special times, and not that the house was dirty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I have had a lot of talks and both of us decided that we want to love each other and not fight and since I am home, I AM a lot more relaxed. I don't feel so stressed out trying to rip and run and get shit done!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-2896722760334258386?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2896722760334258386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=2896722760334258386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/2896722760334258386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/2896722760334258386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-is-most-important.html' title='What is most important'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-4432605611944389436</id><published>2010-04-29T16:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T16:06:08.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hormones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><title type='text'>Good Lord</title><content type='html'>I have been Attacking my husband (sexually) lately. I think it is my hormones. Every time before I start my period, I want sex!  This afternoon I was watching "Dog the Bounty Hunter" where they arrested a young boy. It was his first time being in trouble and he failed to appear in court.&lt;br /&gt;Made me think of my nephew and my brothers. And I started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another side effect of those crazy ass hormones!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-4432605611944389436?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4432605611944389436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=4432605611944389436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/4432605611944389436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/4432605611944389436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-lord.html' title='Good Lord'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-339280034723228173</id><published>2010-04-25T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:12:01.880-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raising a teen is making me fucking insane'/><title type='text'>Gettin' some</title><content type='html'>My husband is shocked at me and says I am turning into a sex fiend. I have initiated twice this week. Usually it is the other way around!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is because I have more energy since being home. Maybe my hormones are in an uproar. I am not hearing any complaints from him though!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara is upset  because she thinks we have to have a weekend itinerary EVERY weekend. Well, yesterday I took her shopping for a little while. Then I got pizza. But today has been a "stay at home day" and an "eat whatever you can find day." Also she gave me a hard time because she has been with TC all day while I napped and spent some time with Hubs.&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to take her to school tomorrow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-339280034723228173?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/339280034723228173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=339280034723228173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/339280034723228173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/339280034723228173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/04/gettin-some.html' title='Gettin&apos; some'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-5254662181439979997</id><published>2010-04-24T17:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T17:08:47.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new mower'/><title type='text'>New stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S9OH4_s3lHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5-FNiFPN_5c/s1600/hubs+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463860186172593266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S9OH4_s3lHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5-FNiFPN_5c/s400/hubs+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, Hubs wanted a tractor in order to mow/move dirt, etc... Unfortunately the tractor he wanted is over $6000 if it is in good shape. We only had $2000 to spend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; So we ended up getting just another riding lawnmower. It is really fancy, has cruise control, a gas gauge, and a little compartment to hold personal items. It is a 50" deck Cub Cadet mower. Pretty SWEET. I have attached a photo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-5254662181439979997?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5254662181439979997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=5254662181439979997&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/5254662181439979997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/5254662181439979997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-stuff.html' title='New stuff'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S9OH4_s3lHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5-FNiFPN_5c/s72-c/hubs+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-4718804338491749304</id><published>2010-04-20T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T19:15:52.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch dates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arguing with the hubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job loss'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had lunch with my sister yesterday. Today I mowed for 2 hours. Then I came in and did homework and laundry. Tomorrow I am supposed to meet a previous coworker for lunch. Thursday my other friend and I are going to see..."Why Did I get Married Too" and Friday I am meeting two other coworkers for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Busy week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lovin' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs and I got into another "discussion" over his wanting a tractor. I am so fucking sick of hearing about tractors that I could scream. We have one riding lawnmower but will probably buy another one because we have 4 1/2 acres. A tractor that he wants is over $3000 so that is sooooo not happening. So that is why we got into an argument.......... ummm discussion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-4718804338491749304?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4718804338491749304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=4718804338491749304&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/4718804338491749304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/4718804338491749304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-had-lunch-with-my-sister-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-3991743128144673733</id><published>2010-04-16T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T11:25:24.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job loss'/><title type='text'>Ch Ch Ch Changes</title><content type='html'>I have been painting a lot this week. I did Sara's room and the hallway, the door to the master bedroom, one wall in the livingroom and I am sore!!! The good news is that I have lost 7 pounds so far. I mostly eat high protein and lots and lots of salads.  I have had some emotional days because I am not used to being home so much. I miss my coworkers. Isn't that crazy??? Well, I have worked my whole life so this being home is taking some getting used to. But so far, I am staying busy!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-3991743128144673733?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3991743128144673733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=3991743128144673733&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/3991743128144673733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/3991743128144673733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/04/ch-ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch Ch Ch Changes'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-6253683026708895948</id><published>2010-04-11T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T09:09:30.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good so far</title><content type='html'>Well, we have actually had a really good weekend. I may mow a little today if my allergies calm down! TC is drawing, hubs is fooling with the fishing stuff, and Sara is on the home computer. Hopefully today will continue to be good. I need to have positive things going on!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-6253683026708895948?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6253683026708895948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=6253683026708895948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/6253683026708895948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/6253683026708895948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-so-far.html' title='Good so far'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-8608705701707093162</id><published>2010-04-08T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T20:08:24.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my stupid ass husband is driving me insane'/><title type='text'>Irritated</title><content type='html'>Today did not start off well. I woke up at  4 a.m. cramping like a mother dog. I took something but decided to stay up and watch tv. Woke the hubs up at 5:30 and he was having muscle spasms in his back...but he won't take his muscle relaxers. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he needs to really stay home for a few months and recuperate but now that I am not working he can't just take off without pay. I mean what the hell am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to pay the bills ?&lt;br /&gt;I was crying and he called me and we talked.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling better about things and I went to get some paint to touch up some walls that have scuffs, marks, etc on them here at the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an e mail from TC's teacher saying he called her a bitch so I decided to pick him up instead of having him ride the bus home. I picked up Sara too and took them to McDonald's. I talked to TC about not saying bad words at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home and showed hubs the paint. He flipped out!&lt;br /&gt;He was mad because I wanted to paint! I bought the same color we already have on the walls so I am not sure what his problem was...but he said something like, "You don't even know how to paint!"&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking "Did I not paint at our old house?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was upset, naturally. I had already stressed out all day and I didn't think the paint was a big deal, I didn't buy crazy colors, just the antique white that we already have on the walls.&lt;br /&gt;I came in TC's room and sat on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Hubs eventually found me and he said, "What brought this on? When did you decide to paint?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that I am going to paint when he and the kids are at school so what was his problem with that??? This went on for awhile and eventually he said that he feels the things I do HE should be doing but he can't because of his back. I told him I enjoy doing things around here and I understand his back is bad but he needs to get off my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to make some independent decisions from time to time and as long as they are not detrimental to our lives, he needs to just deal with it. I told him his communication skills suck and he really needs to  work on them because our marriage is suffering because of his ego!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have reconnected with some old friends and I am enjoying myself and for once things are starting to be about me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-8608705701707093162?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8608705701707093162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=8608705701707093162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/8608705701707093162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/8608705701707093162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/04/irritated.html' title='Irritated'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-3628914557613100637</id><published>2010-04-06T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T17:58:41.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this made me mad'/><title type='text'>Oh no she di-n't</title><content type='html'>I was talking to a friend today. She is lucky enough to stay home with her baby. Her baby will be a year old next month. She made a comment about how lucky she is to be able to stay home and raise her baby and how fortunate she is that someone else is not raising her kid.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;See, I have always worked. Both of my babies went to daycare.&lt;br /&gt;I felt, rather than be on welfare, I wanted to work and provide for my family.&lt;br /&gt;We have never been well off enough for me to stay home.&lt;br /&gt;That is just my reality.&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I don't feel I missed out on too much and  besides what choice did I have?&lt;br /&gt;I had to work to provide a good life for my kids and to have good insurance.&lt;br /&gt;I said I get tired of the stay at home moms judging the working moms and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;We are all Mom's doing the best we can do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-3628914557613100637?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3628914557613100637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=3628914557613100637&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/3628914557613100637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/3628914557613100637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-no-she-di-nt.html' title='Oh no she di-n&apos;t'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-8024927789176533771</id><published>2010-04-04T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T17:59:03.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Good Easter</title><content type='html'>We had a good Easter. Yesterday we went to the inlaws. And today I went to my friend's Mom's house where the kids got to hunt eggs again...or TC did, Sara is a little too old! My husband did not want to go but was sort of acting an ass this morning and I told him that I am grown, do nothing wrong, and if I want to go to my friend's I will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he got over it because when I got home, he was cooking and doing dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how was your Easter??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-8024927789176533771?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8024927789176533771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=8024927789176533771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/8024927789176533771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/8024927789176533771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-easter.html' title='Good Easter'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-2775053294630894152</id><published>2010-03-31T15:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T16:42:03.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>I have been watching a lot of Netflix movies. I watched a documentary today called "the farmer#s wi*fe" and it was very interesting.  In this film there was a couple who had married young and began farming right away. They started a family right away as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they were married a few years, the weather caused their crop to be bad, for years. They continued to struggle and their marriage suffered as well. He was a very very hard worker. And she cleaned houses 2 days a week while her older two kids were in school. She was bitter about having to work and not be a stay at home mom. Needless to say, most of his thoughts were about the farm but he also worked a full time job on the side so they could afford to eat! They had no clue about finances  but finally she started learning about the farm finances once they were about to lose everything. She also started school in order to get an associates in business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is through the entire documentary she blamed him for her not being able to be a stay at home mom. She was upset he was so fixated on the farm. Her family members(brothers and sisters) were highly successful and were not happy about her being so poor and they let her know it all the time. The more she listened to them, the more  she began to be negative towards her husband.  He went to counseling with her because she wanted him to and their marriage did get better.&lt;br /&gt;For awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read (after I watched this documentary) that they got divorced shortly after it aired. It made me a little sad. Not only for them but for their kids as well. I think they really loved each other but finances and things that were said had taken their toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody who is married, or has been married, knows it is hard.  Sometimes I lose my shit on my husband. He has a lot of health problems, mainly his back. His last MRI showed cracks in his lower vertebrae. Where this woman got frustrated because her husband did not spend enough time with his kids, I feel the same way but for completely different reasons. My husband cannot physically do a lot due to his back, and her husband was breaking his back to try to make a go of the farm and also work a full time job. To me he was quite a man but she always wanted more. Yet I know how hard it is to have financial problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully they are both in a much better place with their new spouses..both have remarried. He is still farming and she is working for the farm tax department. I guess what I am saying is we all have our battles and it is up to us how to deal with them. My husband and I are doing well and I am receiving more understanding from him on how I feel. I am also less stressed because I am home full time (for now) and I have free time just to do what I want for a change!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see what the future holds, sometimes we just never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-2775053294630894152?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2775053294630894152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=2775053294630894152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/2775053294630894152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/2775053294630894152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/03/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-8851973167560468553</id><published>2010-03-24T07:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T08:05:37.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what I have learned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job loss'/><title type='text'>Last days</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is my last day at work. I can't help but be excited and also a little sad.&lt;br /&gt;I got married right after I started working here.&lt;br /&gt;Had both of my babies while working here.&lt;br /&gt;I have gone through a lot of changes and growing up as I have worked here over the years.&lt;br /&gt;To think I was 21 when I started working here. Hubs and I were newly in love.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am soon to be 37 and I have learned a lot in the last 15 1/2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned that people are fickle.&lt;br /&gt;Watch who you befriend because they can take things you tell them in confidence and use them against you.&lt;br /&gt;If there are one or two people you can trust, feel blessed.&lt;br /&gt;Stay out of the drama.&lt;br /&gt;It took me awhile to learn this one but now I stay out of the drama and my life is a lot easier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I find a new job I plan on staying pretty much to myself and not getting too close to my coworkers for a long time, if ever.&lt;br /&gt;Women are snakes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-8851973167560468553?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8851973167560468553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=8851973167560468553&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/8851973167560468553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/8851973167560468553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-days_24.html' title='Last days'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-8429599528617126984</id><published>2010-03-21T19:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:24:53.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating better'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>I got my way after all!</title><content type='html'>I am so excited!! I was invited by a friend to visit on Easter and have a big dinner with her family. I told my husband and he had a huge fit! He said, "We are going to Mom's"&lt;br /&gt;So I had decided I would see my friend another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my mother in law called me today and said she wanted to do Easter on Saturday, not Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;So now I am going to both.&lt;br /&gt;Woo freaking hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanny nanny boo boo hubs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off the next two days and my last day to work is this Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Then I am planning on changing a lot of things, including my weight.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get healthier. I am excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-8429599528617126984?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8429599528617126984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=8429599528617126984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/8429599528617126984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/8429599528617126984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-got-my-way-after-all.html' title='I got my way after all!'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-2414135227674326981</id><published>2010-03-20T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T17:26:13.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kyle and robby'/><title type='text'>Brothers</title><content type='html'>Things are going well here. Other than this crazy cold spell we have again in Tx. I didn't even go out all day today. My Mom called and told me about my two crazy brothers, both have been in jail and I am so over their sorry asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ask her, "Where were you when I needed you? Hell, I had to grow up at a very young age because we were fucking homeless at 15." My sister was molested for years by our stepdad. Unbeknownst to me, and why she never told me I will never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my sorry loser brothers get all the attention. They have both been offered chance after chance after chance. They have both been to rehab. Neither of them will work or do anything to make an effort. They only think of themselves! I am just tired of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have helped both of them financially but I am done. I work and I will take care of me and mine and they need to get a life and get a JOB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-2414135227674326981?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2414135227674326981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=2414135227674326981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/2414135227674326981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/2414135227674326981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/03/brothers.html' title='Brothers'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-8656606885077000357</id><published>2010-03-17T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T11:46:18.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job loss'/><title type='text'>Last days</title><content type='html'>As of next week, I will be unemployed. It has been a long run. 15+ years at this job. I married my husband while working here and I had both of my babies and came back to work 6 weeks later. I have had days when I loved this job and days when I hated it (or should I say the people I work with). It has been a good ride.&lt;br /&gt;Now it is time to get off this ride and start all over again somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;I hope the next one lasts the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I am not liking this change too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today they fed us Mexican food.&lt;br /&gt;We had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-8656606885077000357?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8656606885077000357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=8656606885077000357&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/8656606885077000357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/8656606885077000357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-days.html' title='Last days'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-8557909645237658991</id><published>2010-03-15T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T20:25:03.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Gosh, I haven't posted here in so long. I hate it when people apologize for not posting so I won't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, a lot has been going on. They did not have the funeral til' last Thursday. She did not look that good, you could see bruises under her makeup where they tried to work on her. I am pretty sure she overdosed on pain meds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother left for several days and my Mom and I tried to visit Laura's family and help the kids out when needed. The service was sad and a little crazy. Then Laura's sister posted pics on Facebook of her in her casket.&lt;br /&gt;Creeeeeepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are finally back to normal at my house. I tell my kids they need to stop misbehaving and appreciate me more, we just never know when it is our time to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-8557909645237658991?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8557909645237658991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=8557909645237658991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/8557909645237658991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/8557909645237658991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-8070195196806369127</id><published>2010-03-05T09:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T09:52:13.593-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lora&apos;s death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Marriage and Death</title><content type='html'>Things are better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs is making an effort.&lt;br /&gt;We will see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with a death in the family right now so I am just going to be there for my brother and his kids. His ex wife passed this morning and she was only 33.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-8070195196806369127?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8070195196806369127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=8070195196806369127&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/8070195196806369127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/8070195196806369127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/03/marriage-and-death.html' title='Marriage and Death'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-3351870207223374385</id><published>2010-03-03T19:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T19:21:57.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><title type='text'>Love is...</title><content type='html'>I am listening to music, Shakira's "Underneath Your Clothes". It is making me cry. I know that I love my husband and I know his heart.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you get lost in life.&lt;br /&gt;It is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the difficult times with my crazy family, this man has had my back. He has held me when I cried, he has been there for me thru my crazy ass antics, and my family's too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss how things were when we met. Hell, we were 21, so in love, and nobody could tell us anything. We married after 3 short months and had a baby the next year. It was hard, but we made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is still hard.&lt;br /&gt;There are days when I wonder if we will make it.&lt;br /&gt;And there are others when I know we will.&lt;br /&gt;I am taking it one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not easy.&lt;br /&gt;I have reached out.&lt;br /&gt;I have pulled back.&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting patiently.&lt;br /&gt;We will see how things go but I am leaving it in God's hands.&lt;br /&gt;I have prayed about things and I feel at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can love conquer all?&lt;br /&gt;We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is powerful.&lt;br /&gt;Love is hard as hell at times too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-3351870207223374385?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3351870207223374385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=3351870207223374385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/3351870207223374385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/3351870207223374385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-is.html' title='Love is...'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-1209333284805102793</id><published>2010-03-02T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T09:31:59.946-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Up in the air</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to say that I know I go back and forth on my marriage!&lt;br /&gt;My husband is perfectly happy if his world is okay. He shows me love all the time, but he is just lazy as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a quitter. I do not want a divorce. I want things to change.&lt;br /&gt;I have suggested counseling but he refuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to do??&lt;br /&gt;He does not think he does things wrong but that I am just crazy because I complain about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get Sara through high school before doing anything rash. She will be a freshman next year.&lt;br /&gt;I think a divorce would affect her worse than TC.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a statistic and become divorced, I just want things to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's husband does not help her either and she feels how I feel, we love them but we are tired. We are good women and we work hard at home and at work. We just want some help.&lt;br /&gt;Women who work away from the home totally get this. Her husband was off yesterday and in town and she asked him to get her a burrito and he acted an ass! Told her he had things to do and he wasn't going to get her anything! Asshole! They have been married 19 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zephra, I remember you saying you went on strike once. And that it did not work.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just don't say anything about needing help, because when I do, things don't change anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I feel helpless. If it were only me, I would have been gone a long time ago, but it is not just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-1209333284805102793?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1209333284805102793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=1209333284805102793&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/1209333284805102793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/1209333284805102793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/03/up-in-air.html' title='Up in the air'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-7732507455728656235</id><published>2010-03-01T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T09:15:20.119-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my stupid ass husband is driving me insane'/><title type='text'>I'm all out of love</title><content type='html'>Well, if you read my living in tx blog you will see how my week went last week.&lt;br /&gt;Go here&lt;a href="http://www.crazyintx-kristi.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.crazyintx-kristi.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; to read about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home yesterday and lost my shit on the Hubs.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, HELL, he has laid in the damn bed for 4 days and as usual I am the one handling everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the kids to my sister's and come home and started cooking. Hubs thinks he has to come in the kitchen to supervise me. I asked him was his nut any better and his reaction, "Well, I think I need surgery."&lt;br /&gt;Fuck me.&lt;br /&gt;He is not even on day 4 of the antibiotics and it is a 7 day prescription.&lt;br /&gt;I totally lost it and told him. I told him how stressed out I am.&lt;br /&gt;How he never feels good and he never helps me do anything, even take out the trash.&lt;br /&gt;How he wants sympathy 24/7 and I have nothing left to give after taking care of everything that has to be done around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reaction, "Well, I don't like feeling bad either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so over him having something wrong with him all the fucking time! I really am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I daydream about being by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Living by myself with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;Is this how love is supposed to be??&lt;br /&gt;Because I am not feeling the love lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-7732507455728656235?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7732507455728656235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=7732507455728656235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/7732507455728656235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/7732507455728656235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-all-out-of-love.html' title='I&apos;m all out of love'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-1996580370490039190</id><published>2010-02-24T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T18:37:57.394-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubs makes me nuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tractor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hernia'/><title type='text'>It is always something</title><content type='html'>My husband called me today saying his right ball is hurting.&lt;br /&gt;I think he may have hurt himself at work lifting a shelf.&lt;br /&gt;Shit, he may have a hernia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that he is falling apart and I am about to put him out to pasture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got someone to fix our road, it cost us $450.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe hubs will shut up about wanting a tractor.&lt;br /&gt;But probably not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he is saying he wants a boat.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Lord help me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-1996580370490039190?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1996580370490039190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=1996580370490039190&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/1996580370490039190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/1996580370490039190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-is-always-something.html' title='It is always something'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-4908512851534385161</id><published>2010-02-21T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T08:47:19.481-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Funny but true</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S4FjOtcFsQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/i4J5sw93NQM/s1600-h/funny+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440738929206997250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S4FjOtcFsQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/i4J5sw93NQM/s320/funny+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So yesterday my husband said something to me he thought was funny. It wasn't! I told him I hope he can figure out how to suck his own *ick because I won't be doing it anymore! This photo was funny and goes with my story so I had to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-4908512851534385161?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4908512851534385161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=4908512851534385161&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/4908512851534385161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/4908512851534385161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/02/funny-but-true.html' title='Funny but true'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S4FjOtcFsQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/i4J5sw93NQM/s72-c/funny+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-832463114297404206</id><published>2010-02-19T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T13:35:49.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Sucky feeling</title><content type='html'>My sinuses are kicking my ass!&lt;br /&gt;Sara called because she messed her clothes up at school so I left work to get her and I came home and laid down.&lt;br /&gt;I still don't really feel well. I was going to buy groceries but I don't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;I have to work tomorrow...guess I will go after work.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have to work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt very sad all week and I guess that has caused me to be a little run down.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get my homework done, get a hot bath, and go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-832463114297404206?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/832463114297404206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=832463114297404206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/832463114297404206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/832463114297404206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/02/sucky-feeling.html' title='Sucky feeling'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-1276469782622285145</id><published>2010-02-17T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T07:30:59.345-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what it&apos;s like video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>Then you really might know what it's like</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vCZ1YteCv5M"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is a great video that I try to watch occasionally. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I try to remain humble and think about the situation people are in before I judge. I realize that many are simply not very strong emotionally. They do not have the coping skills to move past things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have addicts in my family who I have tried to show love to. Sometimes I think they get it, yet other days I think they only care about their addictions and using people. Then I pray for them. If I speak to them, I always try to tell them I love them. I hope they know that I love them regardless of what they choose, but I want them to be functioning, independent adults. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ultimately, people need a chance to change. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-1276469782622285145?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1276469782622285145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=1276469782622285145&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/1276469782622285145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/1276469782622285145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/02/then-you-really-might-know-what-its.html' title='Then you really might know what it&apos;s like'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-8022325450979009737</id><published>2010-02-16T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T09:57:39.751-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urban dictionary'/><title type='text'>Urban Dictionary</title><content type='html'>Urban Dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verbal Handcuffs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone won't stop talking (usually about a subject you have no interest in). The talker has verbally forced you to stand there there and listen, even though you have given many clues that you have checked out. Examples: vacant stares, looking at your watch, checking your phone, answering in short one word phrases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1 :So then I realized my cat really likes Meow Mix more than Frisky's but only if I mix it with Fancy Feast.&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2: (Stares blankly)&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1: Unless of course it's Chicken Livers from 9 Lives, Snowball loves that. It's her favorite.&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2: Uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1: Of course on her birthday I give her the good stuff, real tuna!&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2: (Thinks fuck me, verbal handcuffs)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-8022325450979009737?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8022325450979009737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=8022325450979009737&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/8022325450979009737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/8022325450979009737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/02/urban-dictionary.html' title='Urban Dictionary'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-5808513099178308601</id><published>2010-02-15T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T16:28:00.464-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow in Tx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a day off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubs'/><title type='text'>TMI</title><content type='html'>Things are good here, the kids really enjoyed the snow over the weekend. I took a personal day today. Hubs and I went to Wal Mart today to get a few things, I needed a new printer/fax/scanner and I got a little video camera. It was cheap but it does okay. I want to be able to make videos of the kids, they are growing up!!   My digital camera does this too but the camera I got can be hooked up to the tv for watching as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs and I went to Applebees for lunch, it was really good. And it was nice to have some time away while the kids were at school.&lt;br /&gt;We have a few more things we need to get with income tax.&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping we can find a tractor for a decent amount, we have a lot of dirt and road work that needs to be done on our land. We have 4 acres and this constant rain has all but washed away our road, it is a mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking up and I am trying to not be on hub's ass all the time. Also lots of great sex over the weekend helped too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-5808513099178308601?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5808513099178308601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=5808513099178308601&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/5808513099178308601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/5808513099178308601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/02/tmi.html' title='TMI'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-638279576157947774</id><published>2010-02-11T06:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T07:07:56.675-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it is snowing today. How crazy is that? We hardly EVER get snow in Tx!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am wearing my shirt that says,&lt;br /&gt;"Sarcasm is just another free service that I offer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I wore one that said,&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't say it was your fault, I said I was going to blame you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure could have slept another 2 hours more this morning.&lt;br /&gt;TC really loved the snow and I took some cute pics of him in the snow before school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara called me in hysterics after school yesterday because she made a 75 in Math. Now, I know math is difficult but she has not been really trying. I mean, the girl never brings home homework. So I told her that she is not getting sympathy from me.  I told her to show us she can make an effort for goodness sakes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-638279576157947774?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/638279576157947774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=638279576157947774&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/638279576157947774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/638279576157947774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/02/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-145196346675037846</id><published>2010-02-10T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T12:15:16.311-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bluntcards'/><title type='text'>Work...blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S3MTwjYSH8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/j1Z8te7I2Gk/s1600-h/bc+work+3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436710900018061250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S3MTwjYSH8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/j1Z8te7I2Gk/s320/bc+work+3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am ready to be off work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S3MTl3Yw5DI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BNS2tVIRb6s/s1600-h/bc+work+a.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436710716410225714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S3MTl3Yw5DI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BNS2tVIRb6s/s320/bc+work+a.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have the first one readily available. Get it??? Available?!!??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S3MTZT20m-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/iL05BiJys-o/s1600-h/bc+work+5.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436710500714191842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S3MTZT20m-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/iL05BiJys-o/s320/bc+work+5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks like I got this one figured out!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S3MTLZhozsI/AAAAAAAAAHY/TihrcS4z_OM/s1600-h/bc+work+laid+off.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436710261717782210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S3MTLZhozsI/AAAAAAAAAHY/TihrcS4z_OM/s320/bc+work+laid+off.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-145196346675037846?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/145196346675037846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=145196346675037846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/145196346675037846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/145196346675037846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/02/workblah.html' title='Work...blah'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S3MTwjYSH8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/j1Z8te7I2Gk/s72-c/bc+work+3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-1576992810867638846</id><published>2010-02-10T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T12:11:15.602-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blunt cards'/><title type='text'>I love these!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S3MS0-t5NtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/B6Wd19BvquA/s1600-h/bc+valentines+2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436709876564309714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S3MS0-t5NtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/B6Wd19BvquA/s320/bc+valentines+2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S3MSvvKlyTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XNDG509UUto/s1600-h/bc+valentines.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436709786490358066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S3MSvvKlyTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XNDG509UUto/s320/bc+valentines.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S3MSlMJ-h5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/B9c5nPqkC2U/s1600-h/bc+snuggie.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436709605293852562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S3MSlMJ-h5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/B9c5nPqkC2U/s320/bc+snuggie.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S3MSdkFPtCI/AAAAAAAAAG4/I6cq6Hdlckg/s1600-h/bc+funny+hubby.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436709474277504034" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S3MRwASsC7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fpX6UmsIEW0/s320/bc+7.gif" border="0" /&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S3MRq2JjlUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/5n_KeQMeOgA/s1600-h/bc+1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436708602954093890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S3MRq2JjlUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/5n_KeQMeOgA/s320/bc+1.gif" border="0" /&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-1576992810867638846?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1576992810867638846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=1576992810867638846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/1576992810867638846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/1576992810867638846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-these.html' title='I love these!'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S3MS0-t5NtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/B6Wd19BvquA/s72-c/bc+valentines+2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-7012136831179618426</id><published>2010-02-10T11:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T11:29:18.513-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Marriage and its bumps</title><content type='html'>I have considered counseling for me, my hubby refuses to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say I am a huge communicator. I want to work problems out with my husband. That is why I sat down and talked to him last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I got through, we talked for over an hour.&lt;br /&gt;I told him how he made me feel and he acknowledged it and apologized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am hard on people but I expect things from my husband.&lt;br /&gt;I want him to be present and accountable and apologize when he is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that is too much to ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a long road together.&lt;br /&gt;We only dated 3 months before marrying.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of baggage from our childhood.&lt;br /&gt;He was an alcoholic before we married and he has not gone backwards, not one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has Mama issues.... his Mom is a whole 'nother story.&lt;br /&gt;She had him at 14.&lt;br /&gt;I know she loves him but she does not even see our kids unless we go to her house.&lt;br /&gt;She has pets and TC is allergic but I do try to make an effort.&lt;br /&gt;I am doing better!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Dad was killed in a motorcycle accident before we met.&lt;br /&gt;They were very close but his Dad was "not right" after an accident in the army.&lt;br /&gt;He introduced Hubs to alcohol at 9 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong blogger friends, my husband is a good man.&lt;br /&gt;But he drives me fucking insane a lot of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;Because I love him.&lt;br /&gt;And I love our kids.&lt;br /&gt;And we have a good life, we really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never imagined I could have all I do. And be happier than I ever thought possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just another bump in the road and we will get past it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-7012136831179618426?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7012136831179618426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=7012136831179618426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/7012136831179618426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/7012136831179618426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/02/marriage-and-its-bumps.html' title='Marriage and its bumps'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-6728419211440173064</id><published>2010-02-10T07:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T07:30:13.510-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my husband drives me mad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arguing with the hubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working it out'/><title type='text'>She don't rub my back anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; my Mom called me this morning with drama about my brothers. It is all in my Living in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tx&lt;/span&gt; blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-T ways, did I tell y'all that my husband's mom is taking him Friday to the dentist. Ha! He didn't even tell me he needed a ride, I asked him and he said, "Well I can drive myself." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mmmkay&lt;/span&gt; then.&lt;br /&gt;So now she is taking him.&lt;br /&gt;Glad they got that all worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yep, we had a long talk last night and I told him that he hurt me when he blamed me for him not going to the dentist YEARS ago. I mean, this man has not gone to the dentist since TC was a baby, TC is 8!!&lt;br /&gt;I have been fussing for him to go but damn, I get tired of being the one to babysit a grown ass man. So I waited til' he made his own appointment which he never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' did!!&lt;br /&gt;I made him an appointment last week for this weeks visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me I am not sympathetic enough and even after he had back surgery, I didn't come in the room to rub his back or anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that I am sorry that his Mom coddled and babied him so much, I never had that. My mom had 4 kids and too much drama to babysit me. Hell, I was tough even as a kid because I was the baby girl and nobody babied me! I had to grow a thick skin really quick! Or get my ass beat a lot. Then when I was 10, she had Kyle and when I was 15, she had Robby. So I had to help take care of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for me not rubbing his back, I was trying to take care of two kids, work and handle all of the household crap, mow, pay bills, all while worrying about him and his recuperation. I did take off work a whole week to be home with him.  But shoot me because I didn't have any time left to take a shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that conversation had me really ready to spit nails. But I do feel better today and I am hoping he is not in too much pain AFTER the root canal or I may have to go rent a room and get away from him. Of course I will take the kids with me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-6728419211440173064?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6728419211440173064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=6728419211440173064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/6728419211440173064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/6728419211440173064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/02/she-dont-rub-my-back-anymore.html' title='She don&apos;t rub my back anymore'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-4382149435556865125</id><published>2010-02-09T17:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:57:56.359-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger paranoia'/><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>You know, why do people have to be assholes?&lt;br /&gt;I sent a cute e mail to a few of my blogger friends and a few of my friends I know in person.&lt;br /&gt;One of the blogger people sent me a reply that said,"Kristi if you send me anything, don't do it in a mass e mail. I don't want people seeing my e mail address. I get too much spam and other crap and I don't want to get that stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCUUUUUUUUUUUUSE ME!&lt;br /&gt;DAYUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure now that all of my friends are going to send her spam.&lt;br /&gt;Because that's what I do in my spare time, how about you??&lt;br /&gt;Give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;JEEZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, lighten up person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good news front, I had a long talk with my husband and I told him that he is not very fair to me and how he makes me feel like shit a lot.&lt;br /&gt;And he said, "yeah, I do that a lot, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, atleast he acknowledged my feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-4382149435556865125?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4382149435556865125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=4382149435556865125&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/4382149435556865125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/4382149435556865125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/02/seriously.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-2796362332196390265</id><published>2010-02-09T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:39:52.763-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubs makes me nuts'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Not feeling so hot today. I am trying to lay low so I don't bite anybody's head off. The total dental bill to fix my hubby's mouth is $2200 so I am planning on keeping the dental insurance once I leave my job. At least until we can get a lot of his mouth fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that he procrastinates on things until it HAS to be done. Yep I like taking care of things but not everything and it gets old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jacuzzi tub is used nightly and if not I would have probably killed him by now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-2796362332196390265?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2796362332196390265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=2796362332196390265&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/2796362332196390265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/2796362332196390265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-4266195030742580199</id><published>2010-02-08T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T18:50:09.627-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my stupid ass husband is driving me insane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boss is a pain in the ass'/><title type='text'>PMS, MP3, and rocking out</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, my job ends on March 31st. I am counting down the days. My boss left me alone today. I am on my period and had that "don't fuck with me" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus my husband called me acting an ass and I had to go off on him.&lt;br /&gt;He had the nerve to hang up on me and when I called him back he would not answer his phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh HELL NO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent him a text and told him about himself.&lt;br /&gt;I came home and gave him dirty looks because I am a child like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I listened to my MP3 for 2 hours and chatted with Bina, my friend Jaime,  and my Mom on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;While attempting to do a little homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a rock star.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-4266195030742580199?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4266195030742580199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=4266195030742580199&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/4266195030742580199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/4266195030742580199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/02/pms-mp3-and-rocking-out.html' title='PMS, MP3, and rocking out'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-9123164611747306260</id><published>2010-02-08T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:21:09.855-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cowboy Take Me Away is playing on my MP3 right now.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me think of my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I wish I could go back to the times when my husband and I were madly in love. I watch home videos of when Sara was around 3 years old and oh my gosh, we were so in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him.&lt;br /&gt;I truly do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things in our marriage have not been easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We married after 3 months of dating. We were so crazy in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were things I didn't know about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out he hadn't filed taxes for 2 years which resulted in a payment plan to the IRS.&lt;br /&gt;I was making around $5.40 an hour and he was making not much more than that.&lt;br /&gt;I was pregnant with Sara at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fiercly independent and his Mom hated that we married so soon.&lt;br /&gt;She would bring boxes of food over until she finally "got it" that he would get fed.&lt;br /&gt;And he did get fed well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would tell her things about me and I knew she did not like me much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had his first major surgery when I was pregnant with TC.&lt;br /&gt;He had a tumor in his leg.&lt;br /&gt;I was 8 months pregnant and stayed overnight in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;The nurse kicked me out of the room and I slept in the waiting room, scared to death.&lt;br /&gt;He was hurting and made me cry, he was very irritated and I was very sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were home,&lt;br /&gt;I had to hold everything together, work, plus take Sara to her activities at school.&lt;br /&gt;With no help from any family whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after TC was born, hubs started having back problems.&lt;br /&gt;And it has been going on for the last 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;Several procedures and back surgeries and time off and sick days.&lt;br /&gt;For him.&lt;br /&gt;And most of the time he is sick with one thing or another.&lt;br /&gt;Right now it is his teeth...which I have told him to go to the dentist for the last several years and he didn't.  Finally I made him an appointment and he has over $2200 worth of work needing to be done. And I am about to be unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been hard. And through it all, I have worked and held it together.&lt;br /&gt;I know I am strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some days I want to be weak, you know??&lt;br /&gt;Some days I want to be the one who rests while someone else takes care of things.&lt;br /&gt;The cooking, cleaning, bills, kids, taxes, car repairs, outside work, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just get sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says I am too loud but I think I have to be independent and speak my mind.&lt;br /&gt;My life has not been easy and I had to learn so much the hard way. I was on my own at 17.&lt;br /&gt;I got taken advantage of. I refuse to NOT speak my mind.&lt;br /&gt;If not, everything would probably fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some days I long for the days when he was in good shape. I wish he felt better.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't feel so alone some days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I long for the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;It was really fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that we can make it. Some days I have my doubts.&lt;br /&gt;I do my very best because I love my babies too and they need us both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe it's just that I am on my period today and maybe tomorrow will be better.&lt;br /&gt;But I miss those young fools who were so deeply in love.&lt;br /&gt;I really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-9123164611747306260?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/9123164611747306260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=9123164611747306260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/9123164611747306260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/9123164611747306260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/02/cowboy-take-me-away-is-playing-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-6258615584457463207</id><published>2010-02-03T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T13:34:30.776-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job loss'/><title type='text'>Dude that sucks!</title><content type='html'>So I just got word that I will be here until the end. Some people get to go home and get paid thru March. I won't be one of those people who get to sit on my ass at home and get paid. I actually have to come here and work til March 31st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit damnit damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(stomping off in disgust)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-6258615584457463207?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6258615584457463207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=6258615584457463207&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/6258615584457463207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/6258615584457463207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/02/dude-that-sucks.html' title='Dude that sucks!'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-6310599559619080218</id><published>2010-02-03T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:41:17.808-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boss is a pain in the ass'/><title type='text'>My boss is an asshole</title><content type='html'>Nope, I have never attended anger management. And if you knew my boss, you would understand why she drives me fucking nuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one time, I shared some things with her confidentially and she ran and told what I said. Let me say, it is very hard for me to trust others and when my confidence is betrayed, one strike and that is all it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I called her on it, she lied to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all human but when you do something, own up to it. Personally I think she is a scared little rabbit on the inside and she tries to pull reverse psychology bull crap on everyone.  It does not work with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought the dvd player up here to listen to the last 10 minutes of the movie while I worked. The other ladies up here watch videos all day long and nothing gets said. But she has already talked shit to 3 other people about me "watching a movie." Give me a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-6310599559619080218?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6310599559619080218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=6310599559619080218&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/6310599559619080218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/6310599559619080218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-boss-is-asshole.html' title='My boss is an asshole'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-3173267754673603060</id><published>2010-02-03T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T07:56:48.509-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boss'/><title type='text'>OMG my boss is working my nerves</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have those days when you just don't want anybody fucking with you?? I mean, I was good until I got to work. I brought a portable DVD player up here to listen to the last 10 minutes of a movie. Hell, the other girls up here watch videos all day long on their computers  but my old ass computer does not have speakers so I can't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know my boss is nosey ass and she came in my office asking all about my portable dvd player.. I had my movie going with one earplug in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;She said, "What is that?"&lt;br /&gt;I said, "It's a thing."&lt;br /&gt;And she said, "Well, what is it, I don't have one?"&lt;br /&gt;I said, "It's a thing to watch stuff on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love jacking with her.&lt;br /&gt;I could tell she was getting pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Well, what is it you came in here for?"&lt;br /&gt;So she told me some bull about stores being moved.&lt;br /&gt;Like I freakin' care. I am so over this place!!&lt;br /&gt;Send me home already!! FUUUUUUUUUUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she started back in with the questions.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh so that is to watch movies on? Like dvd's??"&lt;br /&gt;And I said, "Yep, it sure is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she got a clue and left my office.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to punch her in her face.&lt;br /&gt;And her counterpart keeps fucking coming in here too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-3173267754673603060?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3173267754673603060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=3173267754673603060&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/3173267754673603060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/3173267754673603060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/02/omg-my-boss-is-working-my-nerves.html' title='OMG my boss is working my nerves'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-1239972187801432878</id><published>2010-02-02T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T13:37:30.596-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><title type='text'>Just venting</title><content type='html'>Sorry I bitch so much about my husband on here. But this is my main place to vent. I do love him, hell we have been through so much together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that as I get older, I change and he is not changing much. And someone can claim they are perfect, but none of us are, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thanks for the ear and not judging me. I need to hurry up and start my period. And my husband came home and did dishes and put up laundry yesterday. He was really proud of himself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-1239972187801432878?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1239972187801432878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=1239972187801432878&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/1239972187801432878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/1239972187801432878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-venting.html' title='Just venting'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-2614394801364458728</id><published>2010-02-01T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T06:08:16.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tax time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my stupid ass husband is driving me insane'/><title type='text'>Taxes and prickhead husbands</title><content type='html'>It's tax time!! I sort of finished doing mine online last night but I don't know my daycare amount that I paid in. I sort of guesstimated but they have to print me off a statement today. We have to fix our road and fix hubby's truck. It never goes far enough, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me change the subject now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel that even though someone loves you that they don't like you very much? Sometimes I feel that way about my husband. He pissed me off last night and I was like, "Okay then, see if I get up and start your damn truck tomorrow or fix your lunch." And under my breath, "Fucker!" Everytime he doesn't like something I say, he calls me big mouth or crazy. And those are my hot buttons, don't push them or all hell will break loose. I told him if he calls me either of those again, it will be the LAST time he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I told my sister if he comes up missing, don't tell anybody he is up under the swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;Shhhh , y'all please don't tell either.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-2614394801364458728?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2614394801364458728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=2614394801364458728&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/2614394801364458728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/2614394801364458728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/02/taxes-and-prickhead-husbands.html' title='Taxes and prickhead husbands'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-7658133808165720665</id><published>2010-01-28T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T06:31:35.436-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom drama'/><title type='text'>Update on Mom</title><content type='html'>Last night I got home after I got McD's for the family for dinner. Sara had tutoring til' almost 5 and I just figured it would be easier. I accidentally forgot to have them remove the tomato/onion from hubby's burger and he had a big fit about it. He went on and on and I told him I was sorry, I just have a lot on my mind but he really needed to just get over it already! It is a freaking hamburger, shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really stressed out about the situation with my Mom and she called me yesterday while I was at lunch but I chose to not answer my phone. I just didn't want to hear her bashing my stepdad and taking zero responsibility for her actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made your damn bed, now lie in it!!&lt;br /&gt;If she ends up single then it is by her own actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-7658133808165720665?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7658133808165720665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=7658133808165720665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/7658133808165720665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/7658133808165720665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/01/upadate-on-mom.html' title='Update on Mom'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-6893500235532701602</id><published>2010-01-27T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T06:42:10.852-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dysfunctional family'/><title type='text'>Intervention</title><content type='html'>OMG, so I love the show intervention.  Did anybody catch the one with Vinnie? That is my mom and younger brother ROBBY to a tee !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother was in Job Core and my Mom drove him back and forth every weekend...bought his cigarettes, and took care of him financially for 6 months. Then he didn't even finish and moved in with my nut job sister Ginger instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom was still supplying him money, a cell phone and when Ginger left, my Mom was over there buying him food. He had a job at Burger King, which he quit and he just got evicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my other brother Kyle is over there as well because my older bro Dean kicked him out because he is 27, getting high daily, and has not tried to find a job either. It is just a mess. And my Mom is having problems in her marriage because her husband told her to make a decision between him and my brother Robby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She now says she is going to get a divorce. And live where? I guess she will move in with my two younger brothers and take care of them. Hell, she is 56 years old and works and neither of them do. But she is sick because she stays tied in to that damn drama all the time and is going to lose a good man over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she has been going to Al Anon but she hasn't been going consistently and she is codependant on the bullshit drama.  It is really sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-6893500235532701602?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6893500235532701602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=6893500235532701602&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/6893500235532701602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/6893500235532701602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/01/intervention.html' title='Intervention'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-6236778500839601107</id><published>2010-01-26T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T09:53:08.154-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><title type='text'>Oh yeahs</title><content type='html'>Well, I didn't get my margarita, but the hot sex thing...yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy today!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-6236778500839601107?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6236778500839601107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=6236778500839601107&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/6236778500839601107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/6236778500839601107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-yeahs.html' title='Oh yeahs'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-5202864598247642674</id><published>2010-01-25T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T14:14:49.661-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job loss'/><title type='text'>Unemployed</title><content type='html'>So we had our unemployment meeting this morning. The TX workforce came to our job to talk to us about filing, how we do it, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost 2 hours long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of info to take in but it gives me hope that we will be okay til' I find a new job.  Hell, we will be okay regardless and I will find a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I could use a margarita and some hot sex though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-5202864598247642674?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5202864598247642674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=5202864598247642674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/5202864598247642674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/5202864598247642674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/01/unemployed.html' title='Unemployed'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-5798502549741210682</id><published>2010-01-23T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T20:02:48.720-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cock talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my stupid ass husband is driving me insane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Started out shitty, ended up funny</title><content type='html'>Oh my God. My husband pissed me off so bad today.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to punch him in his face for real.&lt;br /&gt;He is such a dick, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;He was mad because he wanted sex BUT we made plans with the in-laws to have lunch at their house...so he was not getting sex right before we left. He was pissed at me and  I was so mad that I didn't speak to him the whole way. Once we got there, I told him to stay away from me and he told me to not talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply, "No problem, asshole."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the men left after lunch to go look at guns and they even took TC. So my sis in law came and brought her girlfriend and we played Taboo. Sara was there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis in law asked did hubby still have his handcuffs?&lt;br /&gt;I almost spit my drink out.&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Amber, I don't think you need to ask me those questions with your Mom, my mother in law sitting right here!"&lt;br /&gt;Then she busted out laughing and said, "Oh, I meant his numchucks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was fricking hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I had to try to get my team to guess the word "cockroach". I got them to answer the roach part, then I said, "Okay, this is another part of the word...and Amber's g/f said "COCK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O M G, y'all, I died laughing and almost fell out of my damn chair.&lt;br /&gt;My mother in law does not talk about sex EVER.&lt;br /&gt;And I am pretty sure she does not ever say the word cock either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;And it put me in a great mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my husband is still a jackass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-5798502549741210682?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5798502549741210682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=5798502549741210682&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/5798502549741210682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/5798502549741210682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/01/started-out-shitty-ended-up-funny.html' title='Started out shitty, ended up funny'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-4313329896625262774</id><published>2010-01-22T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T17:01:37.714-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>Stupid</title><content type='html'>Yep, I deleted my post and hopefully nobody saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to do anything stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to jeopardize relationships for selfish reasons.&lt;br /&gt;I know some people tell us what we want to hear for their own gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is reaching out to his Mom, we are going to her house tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I hope 2010 brings forth a lot of positive things including a new shiny job for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe after March 31st I will be jobless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-4313329896625262774?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4313329896625262774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=4313329896625262774&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/4313329896625262774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/4313329896625262774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/01/stupid.html' title='Stupid'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-3973180297712230373</id><published>2010-01-22T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T09:41:37.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my husband drives me mad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sara is a trip'/><title type='text'>My family is crazy as hell</title><content type='html'>So I get home yesterday and I was in  a good mood suprisingly.  Sara cracked me up asking were we moving to South Carolina? And I was like, "HELLS NO!"  She sighed in relief because her friend told her South Carolina has the highest teen pregnancy rate in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I sat down and my husband told me his plan is for me to be a stay at home Mom. Geez. He had it all worked out complete with, "We are selling the house and moving into an apartment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, WHAT THE FUCK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has lost his damn mind. For reals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once I was not the one freaking out, he was. I told him that I am going to use my severance and unemployment and we will be fine and NO we are not selling our house and I am not going to be a stay at home Mom.  I will get a damn job and that will be that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-3973180297712230373?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3973180297712230373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=3973180297712230373&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/3973180297712230373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/3973180297712230373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-family-is-crazy-as-hell.html' title='My family is crazy as hell'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-2870320188250202946</id><published>2010-01-21T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T12:51:06.201-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='some things never change'/><title type='text'>It was nice to see him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S1i9lwqVjlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/i28q78gHLH0/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429297807210417746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S1i9lwqVjlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/i28q78gHLH0/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S1i9d-0XX2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Kcs1KulbS8U/s1600-h/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429297673571622754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S1i9d-0XX2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Kcs1KulbS8U/s400/5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was nice to see my brother. Unfortunately, my husband smelled dope on him.  It broke my heart. He is in Oklahoma but is doing the same ol' things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He will probably go back to Montana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is sad but he is damn near 30 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-2870320188250202946?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2870320188250202946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=2870320188250202946&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/2870320188250202946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/2870320188250202946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-was-nice-to-see-him.html' title='It was nice to see him'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S1i9lwqVjlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/i28q78gHLH0/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-1744725323169707610</id><published>2010-01-21T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T09:53:24.442-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what the fuck'/><title type='text'>Fuckers</title><content type='html'>Well, it's official.&lt;br /&gt;I am being dumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By my job, that is.&lt;br /&gt;As of March 31st, my job is closing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I scared?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;I will get a nice severance package which hopefully will tide us over until I find something else.&lt;br /&gt;I PRAY I find something else and soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But listen to this.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the meeting was over, the HR lady and her boss and another girl in the office all left and stayed gone almost 2 hours. Eating breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I think is pretty fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell us we are closing and then you haul ass for 2 hours. And you are fucking HR!!  People have questions but all you want to do is stuff your face with pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID BITCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-1744725323169707610?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1744725323169707610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=1744725323169707610&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/1744725323169707610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/1744725323169707610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/01/fuckers.html' title='Fuckers'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-2554599524936727287</id><published>2010-01-18T18:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:34:35.432-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kyle'/><title type='text'>Family visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S1UaJ6hRHTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6AqVt5uJLj4/s1600-h/a14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428273683494935858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S1UaJ6hRHTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6AqVt5uJLj4/s400/a14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The visit with my mom and brother was pretty good, I will post more details later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-2554599524936727287?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2554599524936727287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=2554599524936727287&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/2554599524936727287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/2554599524936727287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/01/family-visit.html' title='Family visit'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S1UaJ6hRHTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6AqVt5uJLj4/s72-c/a14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-6277333618988052355</id><published>2010-01-13T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T18:39:47.270-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma and Grandpa'/><title type='text'>My Grandparents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S06CLuAtASI/AAAAAAAAAFo/A6L8Hh9ozLA/s1600-h/grandma,+ginger,+me+and+mon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426417738869178658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S06CLuAtASI/AAAAAAAAAFo/A6L8Hh9ozLA/s400/grandma,+ginger,+me+and+mon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, my Grandma and 2 sisters. I am in the tacky blue suit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S06B-ZKFBGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/A0npojTmeNw/s1600-h/Joe,+Kyle+and+Grandpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426417509933057122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S06B-ZKFBGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/A0npojTmeNw/s400/Joe,+Kyle+and+Grandpa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S06Bn3IwSkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/iizuhQ89cfQ/s1600-h/grandparents.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426417122843576898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S06Bn3IwSkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/iizuhQ89cfQ/s400/grandparents.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa holding Kyle (my bro) and Joseph (Nephew).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Grandparents, Maggie and Jesse Joyce Weaver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma loved to dance and sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandpa loved to garden. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He could always beat me in checkers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They bickered a lot but they loved each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The loved us grand kids and had us over every other weekend, or more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had a tiny house but it was filled with love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma didn't believe in drying clothes in the dryer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We always had to help her hang clothes on the line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She taught us to cook and loved to make us happy with food. (hmm...why am I fat? LOL!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandpa loved to take us fishing with cane poles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sure miss them a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-6277333618988052355?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6277333618988052355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=6277333618988052355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/6277333618988052355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/6277333618988052355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-grandparents.html' title='My Grandparents'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/S06CLuAtASI/AAAAAAAAAFo/A6L8Hh9ozLA/s72-c/grandma,+ginger,+me+and+mon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-6789782903542341063</id><published>2010-01-13T14:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T14:07:18.619-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend in trouble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foreclosure'/><title type='text'>Things can change very quickly</title><content type='html'>I talked to a friend today on Facebook who told me they are losing their home. She works in real estate and her husband drives a truck for  a lumber supply company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are moving into an RV at her pastor's house.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to encourage her tell her I am praying for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, when my job goes away, I am GOING to have to find a job really soon.&lt;br /&gt;Or we will be in the same boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If&lt;/em&gt;  I get a severance and &lt;em&gt;if &lt;/em&gt;I find a job very soon, we will be fine and I can pay off my car.&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is pray about it and hope that things work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just like my friend said, "As long as we are together, it will be okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it is scary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-6789782903542341063?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6789782903542341063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=6789782903542341063&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/6789782903542341063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/6789782903542341063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-can-change-very-quickly.html' title='Things can change very quickly'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-8630208389163468047</id><published>2010-01-11T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:20:07.773-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changing my attitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Ch ch changes</title><content type='html'>I am conciously making changes in my marriage. I am not jumping down my husband's throat every time he says or does something I disagree with.  I am thinking before I speak... and I am not yelling everytime I get angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I am not perfect, and I do still get mad and raise my voice, but I think more about what I want to say before I just say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is trying harder too and I tell him what I need instead of staying pissed because he doesn't KNOW what I need him to do. When I ask him, he does the things I need him to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to be more intimate. I try to hug and kiss my husband more. I text him throughout the day just to let him know I love him. I drive home with a smile on my face, ready to see him. I feel a sense of calmness that I have not felt in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-8630208389163468047?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8630208389163468047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=8630208389163468047&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/8630208389163468047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/8630208389163468047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/01/ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch ch changes'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-5558828704732154942</id><published>2010-01-11T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T09:36:43.381-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stephanie'/><title type='text'>Once I hated her</title><content type='html'>There is a girl at work named Stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;At one point and time I really loathed her.&lt;br /&gt;She came to work here a couple of years ago.&lt;br /&gt;She was a know-it-all.&lt;br /&gt;She made no qualms about getting in close with the boss.&lt;br /&gt;Kissing her ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went on several business trips together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point and time, Stephanie and I got into it.&lt;br /&gt;I yelled at her and she yelled back.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't really speak unless it was absolutely necessary after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the holidays, we had to work on the same customer support site.&lt;br /&gt;And we started actually getting along.&lt;br /&gt;She has a teen daughter and so do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has talked openly about being gay.&lt;br /&gt;Last week, she and I were talking about the Twilight series.&lt;br /&gt;She just started reading the books.&lt;br /&gt;She commented that she wished she could have a love like Edward and Bella and how she gets lonely.&lt;br /&gt;I told her that everybody should have that.&lt;br /&gt;She told me about her first relationship with a woman, up until then, she had only dated men.&lt;br /&gt;And she told me how this woman broke her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt really sad for her.&lt;br /&gt;I know what it is like to be heartbroken. Been there, done that.&lt;br /&gt;I told her my sister in law is gay and at first how nobody believed it.&lt;br /&gt;But it really didn't matter to me. I think my Mother In Law really had a difficult time.&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie told me her own mother was in denial and asked when she would get out of that phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she finds someone, we do all deserve to be loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-5558828704732154942?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5558828704732154942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=5558828704732154942&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/5558828704732154942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/5558828704732154942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/01/once-i-hated-her.html' title='Once I hated her'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-4353453237028058357</id><published>2010-01-08T10:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T10:50:48.951-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>Texting is fun</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have finally started texting. I am lame and slow.&lt;br /&gt;But I am sort of having fun with it.&lt;br /&gt;I sent my husband a sexy text today.&lt;br /&gt;He was driving and had to pull over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-4353453237028058357?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4353453237028058357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=4353453237028058357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/4353453237028058357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/4353453237028058357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/01/texting-is-fun.html' title='Texting is fun'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-902628539430777032</id><published>2010-01-07T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T18:58:23.072-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mean and bitchy people'/><title type='text'>Get a grip</title><content type='html'>What is wrong with people?? This one chic who reads my other blogs, and is my friend on facebook can be such a beyotch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't put your New Year's Resolution as "I want to be more Christ like" and then make ugly comments all the time on people's profiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PULEEZE just be nice or say nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the same person who claims she "can't work" because her son is autistic, well hell, so is mine and I work every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I believe we all are entitled to our opinions, you can state your opinion without being such a bitch all of the time. DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do certain's peoples claws just always have to come out??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-902628539430777032?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/902628539430777032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=902628539430777032&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/902628539430777032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/902628539430777032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/01/get-grip.html' title='Get a grip'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-6291639958548858966</id><published>2010-01-05T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T13:56:05.710-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my husband drives me mad'/><title type='text'>OM to the G</title><content type='html'>So I text Hubby through the day and that way if he makes me mad, nobody has to know.&lt;br /&gt;He told me earlier he "didn't think about it" but he needs gas in his truck.&lt;br /&gt;DUDE, he carried around the debit card for 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in the hell do you FORGET to get gas?&lt;br /&gt;WTF?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-6291639958548858966?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6291639958548858966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=6291639958548858966&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/6291639958548858966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/6291639958548858966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2010/01/om-to-g.html' title='OM to the G'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-7869967843747344526</id><published>2009-12-30T06:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T06:57:45.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kyle'/><title type='text'>Cardiologist; little brother is moving back</title><content type='html'>Today I take Sara to the cardiologist for her irregular heartbeat. I am PMS'ing and it is one of those crybaby months so I am trying not to get too worked up. I will let y'all know what he says. Our appointment is at 2:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got news that my little brother Kyle is moving down from Montana. I haven't seen him since TC was a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle is 10 years my junior. He is my Mom's "miracle baby" because after she had me she had her tubes tied. Whne she remarried she decied to have them untied and she had 2 miscarriages before she had him. He was so fat and sweet and I remember he used to water the yard in his diaper and it would practically sag to the ground and he would cry when we turned the water off.&lt;br /&gt;He loved the outdoors and always got brown as a little Mexican. He still loves to be outside and is an avid fisherman. He lives in Montana and it is beautiful there! Plenty of places to fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Kyle's teen years, my oldest sister Ginger (aka EVIL ONE)  influenced Kyle a lot and he would go to her house and get high. He was in trouble as a teen but never anything serious and he managed to stay out of jail by the grace of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reconnected with his Dad when he was 18 and he moved to Monahans Tx to work the oil rigs. After a long shift, he was in the truck with his crew and the driver fell asleep. The truck flipped 4 times. Kyle was asleep in the back but was thrown through the windshield which broke his face and his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend called me because she worked the wreck. She told me Kyle may not live. They care-flighted him to Lubbock where he stayed in intensive care for weeks. He had his whole face operated on and his jaw was wired shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle has always been tall and thin but at 6' 5" he lost down to 140 pounds and when he got out of the hospital I went to Oklahoma to help my Mom with him. He got out of the car and looked like the living dead. His pants kept falling down. His entire jaw had been broken and his teeth were all loose. He could not eat. He had a hole in his throat from the trachiotomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave my Mom hell. I went and spent $100 on juice and soft foods. All Kyle wanted to do was gripe and say he wished he could die. Oh yeah, and he wanted us to take him to his friends so he could party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I left, he ended up leaving my Mom's because she could not deal with him, he was an asshole! He was mad about his face (he DID look different) and he was only 18, and a very IMMATURE 18 at that. Emotionally he could not deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not follow through and do what he was supposed to do with his medical issues. He lost his workman's comp. He finally moved to Montana where he ended up going to jail, and eventually prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in prison for over  2 years and when he was released he did well for awhile but ended up back in trouble. He got out of prison earlier this year. I guess he has finally decided to grow up because he is clean and sober. He will be staying with my older brother Dean, who has lined up a job for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to see Kyle, it has been so long. He is a lot like me, a loud mouth but crazy and we have always gotten along really well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-7869967843747344526?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7869967843747344526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=7869967843747344526&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/7869967843747344526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/7869967843747344526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/12/cardiologist-little-brother-is-moving.html' title='Cardiologist; little brother is moving back'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-1449306599477977344</id><published>2009-12-29T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T06:28:36.990-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoarders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>Do I ever post here anymore?&lt;br /&gt;I guess only when I want to bitch about my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched that show "Hoarders"?  That show is a hot mess. Can you imagine living with thousands of pounds of trash all around you??  UGH. That show makes me want to go scrub something.  And you KNOW those houses stink. Ewwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are really going good at my house. I have tried to think before I speak and hold myself accountable for my actions but I let hubs know I am not taking any shit from him neither. Some days I imagine what it would be like if I were single. But then I think I would probably have to work 2 or 3 jobs and Sara would be raising TC, and how fair is that???  So I am trying and making an effort and so is he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is hard as hell. Hubs and I both had rocky upbringings and not the best role models when it came to relationships.  We are trying but dysfunction creeps in a lot. I realize it too. So I guess that is a good thing because I want to change it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-1449306599477977344?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1449306599477977344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=1449306599477977344&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/1449306599477977344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/1449306599477977344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/12/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-161849510459045091</id><published>2009-12-18T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T20:26:44.692-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex selfishness'/><title type='text'>SEX</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow my sister and her family are coming over to open gifts.&lt;br /&gt;Which means I have to clean house and buy groceries (I do this every Sat or Friday anyways) and run around like crazy tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;They are coming over around lunchtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs is mad because he wants sex 24/7 and mentioned getting some in the morning. I told him "How in the world am I going to get all my stuff done PLUS give it up all by 11:00?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I don't want to have to shower before my sister comes over.&lt;br /&gt;I bathe at night.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be all YUCKY because I had sex.&lt;br /&gt;I always have to shower after sex.&lt;br /&gt;Do you??&lt;br /&gt;I don't think men realize that sex is really messy for us.&lt;br /&gt;Sex is good, don't get me wrong, but I have other things on my mind other than f#*!*#g everyday, all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-161849510459045091?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/161849510459045091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=161849510459045091&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/161849510459045091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/161849510459045091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/12/sex.html' title='SEX'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-6983537774113682452</id><published>2009-12-16T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T03:02:06.887-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><title type='text'>Topsy turvy</title><content type='html'>I hate it when we fight like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still tiptoeing around one another. And the hurtful things that he said are still there.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I love him and Of course he is sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to work on how I react to things and instead of flying off the handle and screaming and yelling, acting like an adult instead. Speaking in a calmer tone and not acting like  a lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not all him, but it is not all me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my kids to have parents that are divorced. I went through that, my Mom married 3 men when I was growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know from reading my bible that my background does not determine my destiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-6983537774113682452?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6983537774113682452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=6983537774113682452&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/6983537774113682452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/6983537774113682452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/12/topsy-turvy.html' title='Topsy turvy'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-4372806647386713178</id><published>2009-12-13T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:29:57.613-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my stupid ass husband is driving me insane'/><title type='text'>I have issues, he is perfect</title><content type='html'>Okay I was hoping for a relaxing weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I think someone is out to get me for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband woke up bitching yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;He says he is the most pleasant person to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.  Not.  True.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I told him we are all sick of him waking up an bitching.&lt;br /&gt;He lays in bed til' noon and then gets pissy if we are cooking something and don't come ask him if he is hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, he was in bed.&lt;br /&gt;We thought he was asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got into it and he proceeded to tell me how he is sick of me running  my mouth and how I always try to put him in his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I was doing some homework and he said, "Oh this house is DIRTY. Sara needs to clean it tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which pissed me off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up this morning, was in the kitchen cooking breakfast and here he comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs: Oh, those pork chops are not ready yet, let them get brown before you flip them over.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Mmmhmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked and then left his stuff on the counter.&lt;br /&gt;Sara went and told him his food was ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we all ate, I said, "We ALL are cleaning today, that includes the kids, me and YOU hubs."&lt;br /&gt;(I got a crazy look)&lt;br /&gt;I told him, "Hey you can make the bed while Sara works on her room and I do the livingroom and kitchen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sara, TC and I are working away and I realize the heat is on.&lt;br /&gt;WTF?&lt;br /&gt;So I turn the heat off. We are sweating bullets!&lt;br /&gt;Here comes Hubs cranking the heat up.&lt;br /&gt;Hubs: Who keeps turning the heat off?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I do! It is hot as hell in here.&lt;br /&gt;Hubs: Well, I am trying to warm it up so I can take a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go into the bedroom and realize he never made the bed, he never did anything!&lt;br /&gt;He took a shit for 30 minutes and then he decided to shower.&lt;br /&gt;I was fucking pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in the bathroom and told him that I am pretty sick and tired of him making his little shitty comments but never ever ever helping me out around here.&lt;br /&gt;And it is not Sara's job to clean the house when 4 of us live here, hell I already get up at 4:30 every morning! WTF??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets out of the shower PISSED OFF. He starts screaming at me and then he punches the closet door. Which REALLY pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;I hit him in his chest and told him he is not tearing my house up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Mother fucker.&lt;br /&gt;I was mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says he is sick of my mouth and how I make his life hell and he doesn't want to live this way and he is leaving.&lt;br /&gt;So I told him to go ahead and pack his shit but he needs to take a little bit of responsibility for his actions and choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I can be an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;But my God!&lt;br /&gt;He works 3 or 4 days a week, if he is not sick (He missed 2 days last week). And then he comes home and lays his ass in the bed and shits and eats and wants to fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the meantime, I am running around here cleaning, cooking, laundrying, taking care of kids, going to school, working on WORK from home.&lt;br /&gt;Come on!!&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't get sick of it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that if he is so miserable to leave but he needs to think real long and hard because if he leaves, the door will not be open whenever he feels like he wants to come back.&lt;br /&gt;He has 2 kids who he will see on the weekend and I will be the one raising them full time.&lt;br /&gt;So if I suck so bad, maybe he should leave. But stop threatening me that you are leaving.&lt;br /&gt;Think about it Mister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said that he doesn't have any problems, it is me and my big mouth. And if I would learn to keep it shut, everything would be dandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sure, I am the ONLY one in this marriage who takes ownership of their issues.&lt;br /&gt;I suggested counseling and he said that the man up above can fix any and all of our problems.&lt;br /&gt;I told him ,"Do you not think I pray everyday? I pray for God to give me strength to be the best Mom and wife I can be. But he cannot fix someone who does not think they have any faults."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad he is perfect and I am the one who is fucked up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-4372806647386713178?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4372806647386713178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=4372806647386713178&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/4372806647386713178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/4372806647386713178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-issues-he-is-perfect.html' title='I have issues, he is perfect'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-4139024029411460302</id><published>2009-12-10T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:29:09.993-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raising a teen is making me fucking insane'/><title type='text'>F Bomb, be prepared!</title><content type='html'>So I took Sara to the dr. yesterday. I will blog about it in my Living in Tx blog.&lt;br /&gt;But oh. my. god.&lt;br /&gt;I was already having a bad morning this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired as hell first of all.&lt;br /&gt;I have been 1/2 way sick all week with my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TC fell last week and hurt his knee.&lt;br /&gt;Sara fainted this week.&lt;br /&gt;Hubs came home with food poisoning yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY?&lt;br /&gt;Can something else happen to send me over the edge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes it can!&lt;br /&gt;Because I have a teen.&lt;br /&gt;Who leaves her purse laying around and this morning she tells me she can't find her money.&lt;br /&gt;And she needs money for lunch because she has another field trip today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I had $4 in my purse so that is what she got)&lt;br /&gt;But I was MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD.&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Where is the $10 you had?"&lt;br /&gt;Sara: I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Me: What do you mean you don't know&lt;br /&gt;Sara: Well, it WAS in my purse now I can't find it&lt;br /&gt;Me: What the hell, Sara?&lt;br /&gt;Sara: Well, I might have put it in my jewelry box&lt;br /&gt;Me: FUCK&lt;br /&gt;Sara: Well, I'm not sure if I put it there&lt;br /&gt;Me: Did you leave your purse unattended again?&lt;br /&gt;Sara: No&lt;br /&gt;Sara: Well.............. I did yesterday, I left it in the classroom&lt;br /&gt;Me: WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I was cursing a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I am about to have to pay $80 for a MP3 player that she took to school (not hers, my niece's) and she left it in her purse at dance and now it is GONE&lt;br /&gt;So, last year someone stole her phone&lt;br /&gt;This year it has been money TWICE and an MP3 player&lt;br /&gt;Holy fucking shit&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went back home and the money IS NOT in her jewelry box.&lt;br /&gt;Hubby was in bed sick and I told him that I wanted to whoop her ass.&lt;br /&gt;For real.&lt;br /&gt;And not STOP whooping her ass.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't, I took her to school and then I drove to work and cried the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-4139024029411460302?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4139024029411460302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=4139024029411460302&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/4139024029411460302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/4139024029411460302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/12/f-bomb-be-prepared.html' title='F Bomb, be prepared!'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-9152284382278755061</id><published>2009-12-06T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:26:49.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad blogger</title><content type='html'>Everytime I get a post together in my head, I never come on here and post it.&lt;br /&gt;I am getting ready for Christmas....are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking tomorrow off because my ear is killing me and TC did something to his leg at school and he is limping but has progressively gotten better this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot is going on otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'd better hit the sack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-9152284382278755061?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/9152284382278755061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=9152284382278755061&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/9152284382278755061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/9152284382278755061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/12/bad-blogger.html' title='Bad blogger'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-8329039835866895026</id><published>2009-11-22T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T05:58:57.164-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my husband drives me mad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work craziness'/><title type='text'>STRESS</title><content type='html'>Wow, it has been quite a week at work. Customers have been crazy because they all want free products and they want us to make them over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time of year when the moochbags come out.&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me. I might lose my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I am working our online site from home a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Which is good because I need the money.&lt;br /&gt;I am considering cutting off my home phone and getting my internet thru Dish.&lt;br /&gt;It may save me around $50 a month and I need to save where I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I paid bills and got groceries this week, I had $6 left in my checking account.&lt;br /&gt;It is kind of depressing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started taking a stand and doing some things on my own and I now tell my husband if he doesn't like it he can just get the hell over it.&lt;br /&gt;But that I am not fighting with him over decisions I make and he should try to support me more instead of trying to sabotage my plans all the time. Because I love him but it is not all about him 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;I think he is in shock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-8329039835866895026?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8329039835866895026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=8329039835866895026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/8329039835866895026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/8329039835866895026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/11/stress.html' title='STRESS'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-7462793124950414287</id><published>2009-11-16T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T07:50:17.466-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubs makes me nuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><title type='text'>Party and stuff</title><content type='html'>Well, the kids birthday party went well.&lt;br /&gt;My mother in law called as I was trying to get things ready and she wanted to know what time the party started.&lt;br /&gt;Hubs had already told her because I was sitting there when he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I know Tony told you the party starts at 11:30&lt;br /&gt;MIL: He said noon&lt;br /&gt;Me: No I was right there, he told you 11:30, besides you need to ask me, I plan all of the parties!&lt;br /&gt;MIL: Well, the hay man is here and I can't get there by 11:30&lt;br /&gt;Me: Alright then. I'll see you when you get here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid heifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we got the party started!  Had chili dogs, cake, ice cream.  Opened gifts.&lt;br /&gt;And my Husband went outside and missed the gift opening.&lt;br /&gt;And then wanted to bitch at me for "not coming to find him."&lt;br /&gt;I told him I was putting a birthday party on and that it wasn't my fault he went outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party, we opened Christmas with my Mom.&lt;br /&gt;And Sara got birthday money and she wanted to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I was tooooo exhausted for shopping so I offered to take my nephew Jr. and TC to Mcdonalds' to play while my Mom, sis, and niece went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Well, needless to say, they were gone for HOURS and by the time we got back from McD's, TC was so tired and had began acting out in a BAD way.  Jr. was not a problem, it was TC.  So I called my Mom and asked were they almost done??  She said they had gone to Dallas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not happy.&lt;br /&gt;When they finally came home, I told my sister that she should have told me they were going all the way to Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;She got mad and left in a huff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on Facebook, she messaged me and said that she spent so much on gas by driving to Dallas. And how Sara didn't want to pay for her food, so my Mom did.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even feed into her b.s. and if my Mom wanted to buy Sara's food, big freaking deal!!  How is that my sister's business at all?&lt;br /&gt;And if she didn't want to go to Dallas, she should not have gone. Give me a fucking break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that b.s., everything else was good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-7462793124950414287?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7462793124950414287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=7462793124950414287&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/7462793124950414287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/7462793124950414287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/11/party-and-stuff.html' title='Party and stuff'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-350105851290649844</id><published>2009-11-05T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:22:42.030-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crying'/><title type='text'>Emotional</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I called Hubs as I left work to make sure he got gas for the lawnmower.  I told him I wanted to mow but could he cook dinner?&lt;br /&gt;He sort of balked and I asked Sara to cook and she said she didn't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;So it pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;And I began to fuss and fuss and fuss some more.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out Hubs wanted to mow, but his back is giving him fits this week and I don't want him to mow and upset his back issues even more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went straight in the door and put my mowing clothes on and went outside to mow. I didn't say a word to anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to mow and I ended up getting stuck in the mud.&lt;br /&gt;Which pissed me off even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbor eventually drove up and he helped me get unstuck.  Because Hubs and the rest of the family were inside, and since we have 4 acres I was on the far side and nobody saw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I mowed for about an hour, I went inside to take a shower, still emotional and still a little pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs came into the bathroom and asked me what was my problem and I told him, "I am just PMS'ing" and can you please just leave me alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he took a shower, he came into the room and was kissing me and then I just broke down crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;br /&gt;PMS SUCKS ASS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-350105851290649844?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/350105851290649844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=350105851290649844&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/350105851290649844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/350105851290649844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/11/emotional.html' title='Emotional'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-2122427554733915215</id><published>2009-10-28T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T07:59:57.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating better'/><title type='text'>I am trying</title><content type='html'>Gosh, I haven't posted on here in awhile. Is nobody blogging or reading blogs anymore???  I myself do a lot of browsing but not a lot of commenting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got our new bed and we like it!!&lt;br /&gt;I started 2 new classes, one is Science and Nutrition and I have to log what I eat. OY!!&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to eat better.&lt;br /&gt;I just had a cucumber for snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought tuna fish for lunch, with an apple and granola bar. I drink 2 to 3 bottles of water a day. I have been walking daily for 3 weeks now. I also brought celery sticks with low fat peanut butter for an "after walk" snack. I tend to get hungry about 3:00 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to feel better and be here for my kids and I am not looking for a huge weight loss. I know I will eat things I shouldn't but I can make small changes and try to do better!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is what is going on with me. I have noticed my attitude is improved too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-2122427554733915215?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2122427554733915215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=2122427554733915215&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/2122427554733915215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/2122427554733915215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-trying.html' title='I am trying'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-6602496943827790138</id><published>2009-10-21T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T12:04:51.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Update on the husband thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home yesterday and after I had a bath, he wanted some nookie.&lt;br /&gt;I told him it will probably be awhile before I am ready to have sex.&lt;br /&gt;I am still hurt over the things he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "You said some hateful things to me Kristi."&lt;br /&gt;And I said, "I was only telling you how I felt.  I don't want to keep doing this with you over and over. It is wearing me out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie, (sophie), I thought about what you said, but I haven't made that list yet. The thing is, I know my husband loves me and I know I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like I told him, "You have a lot of insecurities and I can't fix you. I can't."&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess he really got to thinking about some things because he woke me up at midnight and wanted to talk.&lt;br /&gt;(I was not happy about this!!)&lt;br /&gt;But he said he is worried that one day he is going to come home and I won't be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that I am coming to him to try and work things out and I am not giving up on our marriage, but some things need to change.&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned how he always wants me to change who I am, be less LOUD and not yell so much.  But he doesn't want to do the things to help me have less stress in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I have made it easy for him.&lt;br /&gt;I handle my business, I am independent to a fault.&lt;br /&gt;I will NOT ask anybody for help EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him I watched my Mom be with sorry ass men, one being my stepdad Richard, who  she followed around like a puppy. &lt;br /&gt;She let my stepdad bring us to Dallas and we had nothing.&lt;br /&gt;We had nowhere to go.&lt;br /&gt;We were homeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to be that way.&lt;br /&gt;I will have my life, my independence and I don't have to ask him for permission about what friends I can have.&lt;br /&gt; I am coming home to him and the kids and I live for them.&lt;br /&gt;But I also have to have some part of me feeling alive and excited about new things (i.e., school).&lt;br /&gt;Just because I am married does not mean I am not an individual.&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to lose myself in a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my responsibility to teach my daughter a different way, different than what I was taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess things are better.  But I am simply exhausted.  Relationships are so much work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-6602496943827790138?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6602496943827790138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=6602496943827790138&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/6602496943827790138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/6602496943827790138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-7870001630767490375</id><published>2009-10-19T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T12:48:05.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my husband drives me mad'/><title type='text'>Marriage vent, feel free to skip</title><content type='html'>My 401 K loan FINALLY came on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to my work to wait on it. But hubs called me twice being a DICK ( he kept saying they had lied to me and it wasn't coming and why did I have to drive to my job and on and on and on), so I just left. As soon as I got into our town, my coworker called and said it was here. I went ahead and drove home, everybody got ready and we came BACK to my job to pick up the check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the kids to Wally World and then to lunch. At the chinese place where we ate, hubs made a comment about how polite the little waitress was, how nice and quiet. So much unlike me. (this is how he would LIKE me to be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home and I started working on a homework assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs went to the bedroom to watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;Sara sat on the couch watching tv and TC asked her for a bowl for his chips.&lt;br /&gt;She continued to ignore him, and she didn't know I KNEW because I had earphones in. But I heard him ask her 4 times and she ignored him.&lt;br /&gt;Finally I turned around and screamed, "SARA! Get him a bowl PLEASE!! Jeez, he asked you no less than 4 times and you ignored him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think hubs would come out but he stayed in the room for over two hours and ignored my outburst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he finally came out, he made a nasty comment that he is tired of my school stressing me out so much and why couldn't I just CALM DOWN?? And I was pissed off at his comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say I am not one of those nagging wives who asks him to help around the house.  Typically he does not help and I have realized he won't ever help me like I feel he should...so why bring it up and fight about it??  And no, he rarely does the outside work such as mowing, etc.. I do that too!&lt;br /&gt;N-E ways, we had it OUT.&lt;br /&gt;The kids were outside. They did not hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I told him since he is constantly saying how I should change, then maybe he should not be with me, just divorce my ass. Maybe he should pack his crap and leave. I am who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I have changed a lot in this marriage. I don't drink, I don't go out, all I ever do is have lunch occasionally with a girlfriend.  I take control of the household bills, chores, anything to do with the kids. I do it all. And I don't bitch about it. But I am tired of him saying how I &lt;em&gt;should &lt;/em&gt;be a certain way. How I should not yell, or raise my voice, or be more quiet in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how to act in public. I am not one of those white trash acting women who acts like everybody should hear EVERYTHING she says.  I know how to act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I lose my cool sometimes? Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Am I perfect? Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my family is my world and I do get tired of reassuring him about my love, loyalty, etc.  I have done this for 15 years and I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;Tired I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not leave.&lt;br /&gt;But we really didn't talk much after that.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I got up and went to Sonic to get lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home, ate, and left to buy groceries.  I asked him did he want to go and he said, "do you want me to go?"&lt;br /&gt;I asked again, "Do you want to go?"&lt;br /&gt;And he said, "I guess not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and finished an assignment and then took the kids to the park.&lt;br /&gt;He stayed in the bed all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home from the park and we talked. I told him we are so different. I love to be around people, I love taking the kids to places.  I want to live life, not stay holed up in the bedroom 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;We are trying to work it out but I am just TIRED AS HELL and I feel as if this marriage is becoming a broken record.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-7870001630767490375?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7870001630767490375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=7870001630767490375&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/7870001630767490375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/7870001630767490375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/10/marriage-vent-feel-free-to-skip.html' title='Marriage vent, feel free to skip'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-3256320919007967658</id><published>2009-10-15T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T07:47:19.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my husband drives me mad'/><title type='text'>My husband and his crazy ideas</title><content type='html'>Well, since Billy's passing, a lot of things have been going wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Financially we needed some cash and FAST.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take a 401 K loan out.&lt;br /&gt;It works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pay the money back with my paycheck and I have done loans before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my husband, being the greedy ass that he is, has already decided he is joining the gym.&lt;br /&gt;With some of the 401 K money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, we have a treadmill at home.&lt;br /&gt;We have 4 acres of land, a basketball goal, pool...plenty of ways to get exercise.&lt;br /&gt;None of which he takes advantage of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned that I have been walking on my break at work and now all of a sudden, he wants to join the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to fix our road, my car has some front end thing going on, we need to catch up on a few bills, we plan on buying a new bed, and birthdays and Christmas are coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I am not spending all of the money. It is only a few thousand, and it will go fast.&lt;br /&gt;I plan on socking back some of it. Being a homeowner, I know that things can go wrong and I don't want to be flat busted if things DO go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him we can pay for one month and I will see how many times he goes to the damn gym. I bet he goes about 3 times, IF that many. Just like with anything new, he will like it for about 5 minutes, then throw it down and walk away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-3256320919007967658?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3256320919007967658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=3256320919007967658&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/3256320919007967658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/3256320919007967658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-husband-and-his-crazy-ideas.html' title='My husband and his crazy ideas'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-1191991852386495988</id><published>2009-10-07T18:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T18:55:19.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><title type='text'>Bitch</title><content type='html'>So yeah, I mentioned that I was talking to my sister again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this college algebra is kicking my ass.&lt;br /&gt;So my niece was over here one day and she said, "oh Aunt Kris, I have a calculator that figures all that for me."&lt;br /&gt;I told my sister that my niece told me about this calculator.&lt;br /&gt;My sister said she had to buy my niece a new one.&lt;br /&gt;Then she found her old one.&lt;br /&gt;So she has 2 calculators.&lt;br /&gt;My sister said, "Anytime you need to borrow it, let me know."&lt;br /&gt;And I said, "I may want to use it to do my final, it is in a few weeks."&lt;br /&gt;And she said, "no problem!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, I called her and said, "I am so glad you are letting me use that calculator, I am so stressed about algebra."&lt;br /&gt;And she replied,"Well, yeah, you can use it, but don't leave it down for anybody to tear it up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like "Huh?? What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;And she said, "Oh, well, please take care of it because it was expensive. Don't let your kids tear it up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;HELL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her, "Well, never mind.  I can figure it out on my own, after all I am in week 7 of a 9 week class."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BITCH FROM HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got quiet after that and she said  she had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am pissed.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, SERIOUSLY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think the problem is that she wanted me to buy one of the calculators from her but I won't because I am almost done with my class and why should I BUY a calculator from her when my niece has 2 of them??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am pissed that she insinuated that TC was going to break the damn calculator. TC is not destructive. &lt;br /&gt;Oh am I ever pissed.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have been slapped in the face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-1191991852386495988?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1191991852386495988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=1191991852386495988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/1191991852386495988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/1191991852386495988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/10/bitch.html' title='Bitch'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-407696462783223684</id><published>2009-10-01T07:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T07:35:02.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honesty gets me in trouble'/><title type='text'>Cheater cheater pumpkin eater</title><content type='html'>I love Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have reconnected with some old friends.&lt;br /&gt;One of the friends I knew back in high school. I have talked to her a few times since we moved into our new house.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, before Hubs and I got together, I dated her brother.&lt;br /&gt;And her brother was an asshole. He cheated on me and things did not end well.&lt;br /&gt;I started dating the hubs and I kicked the ex (Matt) to the curb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-E ways, I got in contact with this old friend and I told her I will be off next week and that we should have lunch. Let me say that we NEVER talk about her brother Matt...NEVER. She never mentions his name and neither do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just told Hubs about my friends and my lunch plans. And he flipped the hell out. He didn't like the idea of me hanging out with my exes sister. I was like, "Hubs, we have been married 15 years. That guy treated me like shit. Why would I even think about talking to him, much less doing anything else?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Hubs that I understand where he is coming from but that I don't have any intentions of talking about the ex or doing anything shady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, if I was, I wouldn't have told Hubs about my lunch plans at all.  I might be a lot of things but I am honest and I don't lie about my intentions. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have a past. When you live in a small town, usually you will have exes in that town. He says he trusts me and that it is not about me, but if he trusts me, why would he even go there??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opinions???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-407696462783223684?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/407696462783223684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=407696462783223684&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/407696462783223684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/407696462783223684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/10/cheater-cheater-pumpkin-eater.html' title='Cheater cheater pumpkin eater'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-3275030440379733390</id><published>2009-09-25T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T08:21:27.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uncle billy'/><title type='text'>Hubs and other junk</title><content type='html'>Gosh, since I posted last, I had an anniversary. 15 yrs. with my hubby.  I like him again this week, I told him I will excuse his crazy ass behavior from when Billy was in the hospital and the funeral and all that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;But if he acts a fool again, I am kicking his ass for real!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Friday..woot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out that a friend of mine is going to take her baby to Mexico in a couple of months..her baby is 4 months old now. CRAZY MUCH???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of people on Facebook.  They only comment when they want to say shitty things, or leave you advice that you don't ask for.&lt;br /&gt;After all the family drama with Billy's funeral, Tony's aunt Wanda took me off her friends. Alrighty then!! SHE is the one who showed out at the funeral but she is mad at me?? What ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister has already been to the school twice over my nephew. The first time was because he fumbled the ball in football and some kids called him fumble fingers.  She went and told the coaches that he was being teased.&lt;br /&gt;WTF??&lt;br /&gt;I am sure they laughed her out of there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my nephew was absent and my sister said he didn't get his study guide back to study for a test. Which he failed. So he got a 69 in that class for the 6 weeks. Which means he won't be eligible for football.&lt;br /&gt;My sister emailed the teacher several UGLY e mails.  Then she got the principal involved.  They let him correct the test so he is now passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got mad at me because I said, "Monica, you can't fight his battles for him his entire life!"  He is in Junior High now!! &lt;br /&gt;She said she and the principal got into a screaming match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVELY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-3275030440379733390?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3275030440379733390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=3275030440379733390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/3275030440379733390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/3275030440379733390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/09/hubs-and-other-junk.html' title='Hubs and other junk'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-986720051285090249</id><published>2009-09-21T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:30:17.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Nobody is perfect</title><content type='html'>I am not going to post about my husband today.&lt;br /&gt;We have all established he can be an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is talking to me again. One good thing about all of this happening with Billy is that she opened her eyes and saw that regardless of the stuff she read in my TX blog, I am the one who has been here for her for many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No relationship is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;No marriage is perfect either.&lt;br /&gt;If  people say they have the perfect marriage, they are lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage takes work.&lt;br /&gt;Friendships take work.&lt;br /&gt;And that work should not be one-sided.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-986720051285090249?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/986720051285090249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=986720051285090249&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/986720051285090249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/986720051285090249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/09/nobody-is-perfect.html' title='Nobody is perfect'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-1208903027499306336</id><published>2009-09-17T07:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T07:11:29.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my husband drives me mad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfish family'/><title type='text'>Pissed off</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't posted in so long.&lt;br /&gt;All of this stuff with Billy has been so draining.&lt;br /&gt;And my husband and I have gotten into two big fights.&lt;br /&gt;One last week and one last night.&lt;br /&gt;The one last night was over him not taking the trash out.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, I know.&lt;br /&gt;But I am a smartass and he didn't like my comments.&lt;br /&gt;Then he has to say stupid things like he is all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a fucking break.&lt;br /&gt;What am I..chopped liver?&lt;br /&gt;Am I not here everyday giving 110%?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;Tired of being pulled in so many different directions.&lt;br /&gt;I have reconnected with some old friends and I am going to start making it about me.&lt;br /&gt;My family can be so selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no I am not PMS'ing. I am just PISSED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-1208903027499306336?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1208903027499306336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=1208903027499306336&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/1208903027499306336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/1208903027499306336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/09/pissed-off.html' title='Pissed off'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-9195002732716803221</id><published>2009-09-11T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:20:45.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uncle billy'/><title type='text'>Update on Billy</title><content type='html'>We went to see Tony's Uncle yesterday. He looked good, but is not waking up.  The prognosis is that his brain is not functioning at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Aunt (Billy's wife) will have to make a decision of when to pull the plug.  She is getting all the family together and finding out how long it will take those who have to travel to get here.  Pray for his family. This is really hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-9195002732716803221?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/9195002732716803221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=9195002732716803221&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/9195002732716803221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/9195002732716803221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/09/update-on-billy.html' title='Update on Billy'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-7291364782099027747</id><published>2009-09-09T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T09:18:20.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uncle billy'/><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>9/9/09&lt;br /&gt;They want my husband's uncles wife to pull the plug.&lt;br /&gt;She refuses to do so.&lt;br /&gt;My hubby is having such a hard time.&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is wrap my arms around him.&lt;br /&gt;And  cry with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard waiting.&lt;br /&gt;It is hard not knowing if Billy will live or die.&lt;br /&gt;And if he lives, how much of a life will he have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is only 56.&lt;br /&gt;He is too young to die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-7291364782099027747?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7291364782099027747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=7291364782099027747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/7291364782099027747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/7291364782099027747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/09/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-3623672020324903162</id><published>2009-09-02T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T07:34:50.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Things I love</title><content type='html'>I love:&lt;br /&gt;sweet cornbread, hot from the oven covered in butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my kid's laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cooking a good meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a clean house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;receiving letters from my nephew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearing "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singing to kick ass music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting a beautiful shirt for $6 on clearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saving money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing old friends and catching up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting older (yep I did say it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-3623672020324903162?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3623672020324903162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=3623672020324903162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/3623672020324903162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/3623672020324903162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-i-love.html' title='Things I love'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-4975302683182029610</id><published>2009-08-27T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T07:46:12.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Little Ralphy</title><content type='html'>LITTLE RALPHY ON MATH (Part 1)&lt;br /&gt;A teacher asks her class, "If there are 5 birds sitting on a fence and you shoot one of them, how many will be left?" She calls on little Ralphy. He replies, "None, they will all fly away with the first gunshot." The teacher replies, "The correct answer is 4, but I like your thinking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then little RALPHY says, "I have a question for YOU. There are 3 women sitting on a bench having ice cream: One is delicately licking the sides of the triple scoop of ice cream.The second is gobbling down the top and sucking the cone. The third is biting off the top of the ice cream.Which one is married?" The teacher, blushing a great deal, replied, "Well, I suppose the one that's gobbled down the top and sucked the cone." To which Little RALPHY replied, "The correct answer is 'the one with the wedding ring on," but I like your thinking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE RALPHY ON MATH (Part 2)&lt;br /&gt;Little RALPHY returns from school and says he got an F in arithmetic. "Why?" asks the father? "The teacher asked 'How much is 2 x3,'" I said "6", replies RALPHY. "But that's right!" says his dad. "Yeah, but then she asked me "How much is 3x2?'" "What's the f...... difference?" asks the father. "That's what I said!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE RALPHY ON ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;Little RALPHY goes to school, and the teacher says, "Today we are going to learn multi-syllable words, class. Does anybody have an example of a multi-syllable word?" RALPHY says "Mas-tur-bate." Miss Rogers smiles and says, "Wow, little RALPHY, that's a mouthful." Little RALPHY says, "No, Miss Rogers, you're thinking of a blowjob."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE RALPHY ON GRAMMAR&lt;br /&gt;Little RALPHY was sitting in class one day.All of a sudden, he needed to go to the toilet.He yelled out, "Miss Jones, I need to take a piss!!" The teacher replied, 'Now, RALPH Y, that is NOT the proper word to use in this situation.The correct word you want to use is 'urinate.'Please use the word 'ur-i-nate' in a sentence correctly, and I will allow you to go." Little RALPHY, thinks for a bit, and then says, "You're an eight, but ifyou had bigger tits, you'd be a TEN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE RALPHY ON GRAMMAR (Part 2)&lt;br /&gt;One day, during lessons on proper grammar, the teacher asked for a show of hands from those who could use the word "beautiful" in t h e same sentence twice. First, she called on little Suzie, who responded with, "My father bought my mother a beautiful dress and she looked beautiful in it." "Very good, Suzie," replied the teacher. She then called on little Michael. "My mummy planned a beautiful banquet and it turned out beautifully." She said, "Excellent, Michael!" Then the teacher reluctantly called on little RALPHY. "Last night at the dinner table, my sister told my father that she was pregnant, and he said 'Beautiful, just f...... beautiful!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE RALPHY ON GETTING OLDER&lt;br /&gt;Little RALPHY was sitting on a park bench munching on one candy bar after another.After the 6th one a man on the bench across from him said, "Son, you know eating all that candy isn't good for you. It will give you acne, rot your teeth, and make you fat." Little RALPHY replied, "My grandfather lived to be 107 years old." The man asked, "Did your grandfather eat 6 candy bars at a time?" Little RALPHY answered, "No, he minded his own f....... business. I LOVE Little RALPHY!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-4975302683182029610?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4975302683182029610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=4975302683182029610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/4975302683182029610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/4975302683182029610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-ralphy.html' title='Little Ralphy'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-4884044936673422651</id><published>2009-08-26T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T06:14:26.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>Letters</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't posted in a whole week!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to post over the weekend but I was pretty sure you readers did not want to hear me bitch about my husband AGAIN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead, I thought I would post a few letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR DOCTOR,&lt;br /&gt;I was really dreading my pap smear yesterday and I went home and washed my ass, my cooch and everything else. I even shaved!!! When I got to your office, people were griping about having to wait for a LOOOOONG time.  Great.  My appointment was for 4:45 and at 5:50 one of your nurses called me to the front asking, "Can you come back Thursday?  We are running behind."&lt;br /&gt;My answer, "Nope. Reschedule me for next month." Maybe you should talk to your office people about overscheduling and this won't happen again. GAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated Patient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR LITTLE BITCH AT MCDONALD'S DRIVE THRU,&lt;br /&gt;I placed my order 2 times and you didn't hear that I wanted hashbrowns. So the third time I yelled it.  I don't appreciate you getting all rude with me saying "Ma'am you don't have to get mad, someone else was talking to me and that is why I didn't hear you."&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;And you had better be glad I really wanted my chicken biscuit or I would have just drove off.&lt;br /&gt;Rude ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Hungry customer who almost ripped your face off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR COWORKER,&lt;br /&gt;Every morning when I come in you always expect me to come into your office and say hello. You never extend the same courtesy. So if I came in today and didn't feel like walking into your office and saying good morning, just get over it.  Because you really get on my nerves when I tease with you and you get cutthroat with me simply because you can't take a friggin' joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just don't like you very much and you think because you are older it's okay to be a big bitch and it is NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR TC,&lt;br /&gt;I love you son.  But get over yourself. The world does not revolve around you. And yes, you are cute, but that cute face can only get you so far.  I got  your number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Your Mom who loves you dearly but I am tired of you being an ass all the time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-4884044936673422651?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4884044936673422651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=4884044936673422651&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/4884044936673422651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/4884044936673422651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/08/letters.html' title='Letters'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-2703332280602264937</id><published>2009-08-18T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T12:27:46.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='get sara&apos;s schedule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day off'/><title type='text'>Over it</title><content type='html'>So I am over being mad at my husband.  I really do love his crazy ass but some days....oh I tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took Sara to get her schedule.  Luckily she does not need any shots.  Apparently some kids need several, I think my nephew who will be in 7th grade, needed 3 shots.  CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get to the school and there is a note that you can meet the teachers tomorrow. WHAT THE HELL?  I had to take off work to take her today and I am supposed to take off for meet the teacher? I don't think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up early and mowed for 2 hours today. I like to mow and talk to the Lord, listen to some music and reflect on a lot of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Sara's school and who do I run into?? My freaking sister.  The one who hates me because she read my blog.  She sort of waved to me, I grabbed my nephew, gave him a hug and told him "Good Luck!" and then we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is so freaking hot out there!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-2703332280602264937?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2703332280602264937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=2703332280602264937&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/2703332280602264937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/2703332280602264937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/08/over-it.html' title='Over it'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-442753212960364527</id><published>2009-08-17T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T10:39:54.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fight with the hubs'/><title type='text'>The fight</title><content type='html'>Yeah, the fight we had Saturday was really stupid.  I wanted to go see The Time Traveler's Wife with Sara,and we agreed that Hubs would take TC to see GI JOE.  So when our local movie theater didn't have the Time Traveler's Wife on their automated movie line I had to change plans. I told Hubs, "I really don't want to go see a kid movie. I guess I can just wait or maybe see something else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this pissed him off because he said, "Well, you don't want to see a kid movie, but I have to take Tony Carl to see a kid movie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "How is GI JOE a kid movie? It has fighting, shooting, etc....and you said before that you wanted to see it. What the hell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he kept going on and on and on until it escalated into one big ass fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just came back from the grocery store, dollar store, and Ace Hardware and all of them were still in bed.  So I was pissed that I did all this and then came home to get bitched at over a movie! Hubs had just woken up as I came home and it was after 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Hubs that he could just go see District 9, since he had been talking about it and since he didn't want to go see GI JOE and I could just take the kids to the park or something, because really, I can go see a movie whenever, but I don't want my kids to be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept acting a damn fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the couch and was crying because by this time the kids were awake and hearing the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt;.  Hubs continued to scream that I wasn't "getting his point."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs had been cooking some pasta and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Alfredo&lt;/span&gt; sauce with hamburger meat.  During the fight, I looked in the pan and noticed he had put crushed red pepper in the meat. I said, "Why would you do that? I told you the last time it made me very sick!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reply,"Well, it is good, you'll be okay. Without it, the food would be bland."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you KNOW I was calling him some names under my breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went ahead and ate later on, once I calmed down, but I was having severe stomach cramps after eating.  And explosive poops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A FUCKER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-442753212960364527?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/442753212960364527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=442753212960364527&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/442753212960364527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/442753212960364527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/08/fight.html' title='The fight'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-2862434883977138115</id><published>2009-08-15T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T11:31:31.228-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fight with the hubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tx blog'/><title type='text'>Bad morning</title><content type='html'>I brought my Living in TX blog back.  I deleted out a lot of the old posts but I missed it so I brought it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I felt bad about some of the things I said but I am not feeling bad anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad argument with the Hubs today.  It all started over going to see a movie. REALLY STUPID. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't fought like that in awhile and it really takes a toll. I cried that horrible (from the gut) cry. I feel exhausted.  We were yelling...I hate for my kids to hear that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-2862434883977138115?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2862434883977138115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=2862434883977138115&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/2862434883977138115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/2862434883977138115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/08/bad-morning.html' title='Bad morning'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-58833599090002913</id><published>2009-08-14T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T09:04:04.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sara is my helper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early mornings'/><title type='text'>Tired, Sara helping out</title><content type='html'>My kids were up LATE last night. Hubs is off today so no doubt they are all sleeping in. I am so jealous. I was up at 5:30 sweeping and mopping and watching Real Housewives of Atlanta.  I am tired. I haven't slept well all week because TC has kept me up with his eczema and last night they were slamming the door in the bathroom which woke me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the kitchen for them to clean up today. I clean the kitchen usually twice a day and this morning I didn't feel like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara was a sweetheart and did a lot of laundry for me yesterday. Even though I do a load or two a day, between swimming, and bathing, we had tons of other clothes dirty. Sara is making some extra money for taking care of TC two days this week and the extra stuff I have asked her to do. She got another new cell yesterday, it was a virgi#n mobi*le and it was $15.  I am paying her $67 more when I get paid next week.  She thinks she is rich!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-58833599090002913?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/58833599090002913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=58833599090002913&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/58833599090002913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/58833599090002913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/08/tired-sara-helping-out.html' title='Tired, Sara helping out'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-348003825655138075</id><published>2009-08-13T10:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:22:27.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband&apos;s opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloggging'/><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>My husband has panic attacks. He hates being in a room full of people.  We are so opposite, I feel right at home in a crowd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks I was wrong to put stuff in my blog about my sister for the "whole world" to see.  I think that if I don't blog I will surely lose my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you do to change a situation if you have apologized and the person refuses to talk to you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-348003825655138075?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/348003825655138075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=348003825655138075&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/348003825655138075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/348003825655138075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/08/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-4037405647166233765</id><published>2009-08-12T19:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:32:45.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to work</title><content type='html'>I went back to work today. What a loooooooooooong day!! It took forever for 4:30 to get here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to thinking about my sister today. Some days I miss talking to her. I am still angry that she snooped and found my blog. And I feel like she blew what I said out of proportion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is just hormones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-4037405647166233765?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4037405647166233765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=4037405647166233765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/4037405647166233765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/4037405647166233765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-work.html' title='Back to work'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-7907398770954152361</id><published>2009-08-10T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T16:55:13.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oklahoma trip'/><title type='text'>Our trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/SoCyitBzNQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CmtgGhLnsC8/s1600-h/aug+vac+24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368487065098073346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/SoCyitBzNQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CmtgGhLnsC8/s400/aug+vac+24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/SoCyTiOHF0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/aSBCYrP20AQ/s1600-h/100_2974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368486804498880322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/SoCyTiOHF0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/aSBCYrP20AQ/s400/100_2974.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/SoCyIOmsYzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MWU0Y01OGa4/s1600-h/aug+35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368486610254717746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/SoCyIOmsYzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MWU0Y01OGa4/s400/aug+35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ended up going to Durant Oklahoma to the Choctaw Resort. Hubs and I gambled a bit but I never go in there thinking I am going to win a ton.  Which I didn't. And I only took $40, but I walked out with $28.   I spent some of that on Sara a bracelet, hubs a ring, and myself a magnet with Choctaw Casino on it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids and I loved the pool. In the top one, you can see a big ol' slide that TC and Sara went down eleventy billion times!! My Mom drove down and visited and we swam for a while.  All in all it was a nice time and if we hadn't had to have a/c repairs (which we got SCREWED on) we could have stayed another night. Oh well, we still got to go and that is what matters.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TC keeps asking, "Can I go back to Hokahoma?"  LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-7907398770954152361?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7907398770954152361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=7907398770954152361&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/7907398770954152361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/7907398770954152361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-trip.html' title='Our trip'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/SoCyitBzNQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CmtgGhLnsC8/s72-c/aug+vac+24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-2868546697636055536</id><published>2009-08-06T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:56:29.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Bina</title><content type='html'>Did you get my blog invite for my new blog??&lt;br /&gt;I didn't actually delete my Living in TX blog, I just set it to where only I can read it.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go back and see when I wrote that stuff about my sister. It was 9 damn months ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send me your e mail if you didn't get the invite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:butterflylady97@yahoo.com"&gt;butterflylady97@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya!!&lt;br /&gt;Mean it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-2868546697636055536?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2868546697636055536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=2868546697636055536&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/2868546697636055536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/2868546697636055536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-bina.html' title='To Bina'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778370254351869319.post-3003688783030491338</id><published>2009-08-04T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T15:57:51.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><title type='text'>How</title><content type='html'>my sister Monica has read my autism blog for over a year. She never found my profile page and she never found my Living in TX blog. I mentioned on Facebook that I blogged about something at work so I guess she got nosey and dug til' she found it. She read it for over 3 hours without my knowledge. When I called her last night, she started screaming at me and told me she can't talk to me since I want to slap the shit out of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written things on there about her and it was a vent. I am like that, I get pissed, I vent, I get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fault for not making my TX blog private. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologized over and over and told her it was a private blog and that when I wrote those things, we were not getting along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says she feels betrayed and I am wrong for blogging about her to complete strangers and all of my blog friends called her crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked would she rather me blog to people we know??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were messaging on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologized no less than 30 times and she won't talk to me and I understand she is hurt.  But I can't do anything about it really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put on her Facebook today that "she is sad because people choose not to have a relationship with the Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent her a message and told her not to presume what my relationship with God is, that is between me and him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I am sorry for saying some of the things I said, but I am not sorry because that is how I felt at the time. And if I did not blog, I would surely lose my damn mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778370254351869319-3003688783030491338?l=kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3003688783030491338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5778370254351869319&amp;postID=3003688783030491338&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/3003688783030491338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778370254351869319/posts/default/3003688783030491338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi-keepingitreal.blogspot.com/2009/08/how.html' title='How'/><author><name>kristi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_goN1pT7_TmI/TFol4Wvrl4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/vx2Vb7jzuCg/S220/bodyb1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
