<?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-6340915</id><updated>2011-12-14T19:07:49.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wickkett...  thoughts from The River Witch</title><subtitle type='html'>thoughts on my lifes activities</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>229</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-111905928121807190</id><published>2005-06-17T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T18:51:14.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coincidence Or The Full Dental Experience?...Last weekend I decided the pain was more then I could bare and I called my endodontist to do emergency treatment on me.  It ended up costing me about three hundred dollars more but there was no way I could have waited a week.  It turned out to be a good decision, the pain was severely cut back and I got to know my dentist pretty well.  When I went back</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111905928121807190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111905928121807190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111905928121807190' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-111842617291063999</id><published>2005-06-10T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T10:56:12.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All Drugged Up...There have been a lot of things I've wanted to post about this week, and if I hadn't been in such pain I'm sure I would have.  At the moment I'm alright...I'm on percocet...so I'm pretty damn alright.  I have an abcessed tooth.  I need a root canal.  It sucks.  A lot!  But....at the moment I'm fgeelin okay.  Just thought you'd all like to know the reason for my delayed posting.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111842617291063999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111842617291063999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111842617291063999' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-111782375701326998</id><published>2005-06-03T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T11:35:57.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Great Weekend, Stupid Storm...Well, last weekend was awesome.  Butterfly, my little brother spent the holiday with us, as did the Valley Princess.  It was a three day weekend filled with swimming, shopping, going to the gym, and going for walks.  As well as game playing and some mean enchilada cooking by yours truly.  The Musician and I haven't had a weekend that fun in god knows how long.  It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111782375701326998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111782375701326998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111782375701326998' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-111720556933347195</id><published>2005-05-27T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T07:52:49.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tire Trouble...Yesterday Muse woke me up to tell me we had a flat and he couldn't find the lug wrench.  This turns out to mean he has to catch a ride in to work and I have to deal with the tire.  Well, I called my parents to see if my dad was in town and if he had a lug wrench on him.  Luckily he was in town and he did have the tools of the trade.  He came over and he and my little brother went </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111720556933347195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111720556933347195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111720556933347195' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-111660086782589832</id><published>2005-05-20T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T07:54:27.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Plans...The Musician and I have been trying to make plans for the weekend all week.  Now Friday is upon us and we still don't have definite plans...it sucks.  At first I was trying to get him to go down to the big easy, but we just don't have the proper amount of time.  Then we thought that camping would be a great idea...but he doesn't want to go to the lake I want to go to.  So we decided that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111660086782589832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111660086782589832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111660086782589832' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-111625499789623521</id><published>2005-05-16T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T07:49:57.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hard Hat Harry...My in-laws just left town, I love my in-laws, but it seems like they've been at my house since they arrived.  The Musician just graduated, finally got his associates degree in civil drafting, so in celebration his parents came to visit.  They also brought him a ipod as a graduation present.  Muse decided this weekend that he's going to go back to school and get his bachelor's in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111625499789623521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111625499789623521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111625499789623521' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-111530906166804086</id><published>2005-05-05T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T09:04:21.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quiz It...Your soul is caring.Other people are your concern, even if youdon't know them. If you see a person trip youworry is he is okay. You put your loved onesfirst and you're very mature. When someonessick you're nurturing and always try to helpfamily and friends when failure strikes them.You can be called the motherly one, if you arein a group of people, which doesn't have to bebad. Love is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111530906166804086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111530906166804086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111530906166804086' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-111523082206190385</id><published>2005-05-04T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T11:20:22.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chicken...Man, last night I was craving fried chicken so bad.  This makes me believe I was either very hungry or I have no will of my own.  You see...it seemed like KFC was everywhere on tv.  Every show I was watching had a bucket of chicken in it somewhere, plus all the chicken commercials.  By the time Muse was heading back from band practice and stopped at KFC for me it was closed.  Sucked for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111523082206190385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111523082206190385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111523082206190385' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-111469962444680821</id><published>2005-04-28T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T07:47:04.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Breakin' It Out Doggy Style...I think I broke my foot yesterday...it sure as hell feels broken.  But if it is then it's broken in the strangest place ever.  Although now I know...if I'm ever asked...how you do break a bone in the middle of your foot.  And you know it really sucks because I haven't been able to go to the gym all week due to some kind of personal injury, either Muse's or mine.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111469962444680821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111469962444680821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111469962444680821' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-111444793397606056</id><published>2005-04-25T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T09:52:13.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're Kidding Right?...This happened to me on Friday, and only now can I truly relay the story with out crying.  Here goes...I was on the phone with my mom and Weather was in his bedroom with the door shut.  He does that, plays in his room by himself.  I let him because I respect the idea of privacy.  After about an hour I realized he hadn't even come out of his room to say hi and I hadn't heard</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111444793397606056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111444793397606056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111444793397606056' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-111419736097663168</id><published>2005-04-22T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T12:16:00.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Gonna Hurl...The Musician came home the other night with a story that bares repeating.  You all know about my new next door neighbors, you know the hillbillies, and you all know how much I just love living next door to them.  Here's how it went down...Muse walks out of our apartment heading for work and he sees that the hillbillies front door was standing wide open.  He stood there just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111419736097663168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111419736097663168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111419736097663168' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-111401017787599345</id><published>2005-04-20T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T08:16:17.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HEHE...Your Seduction Style: Siren / RakeYou possess an unbridled sensuality that appeals to many.The minute you meet anyone, you can make the crave you almost immediately.You give others the chance to lose control with you... spiraling into carnal bliss.A dangerous lover, you both fascinate and scare those you attract.What Is Your Seduction Style?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111401017787599345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111401017787599345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111401017787599345' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-111400874253681706</id><published>2005-04-20T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T07:52:22.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Work It...I almost passed out at the gym last night.  It sucked... I fell off the machine.  I was really embarassed.  Not to mention dizzy.And here are some quizzes...one stolen from Neko...one that just seemed appropriete.Your Japanese Name Is...Ai YamamotoWhat's your Japanese Name?You May Be a Bit Schizotypal ...A bit odd and socially isolated.You couldn't care less of what others think.And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111400874253681706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111400874253681706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111400874253681706' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-111392102793419314</id><published>2005-04-19T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T07:30:27.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like a Big Boy...Weather is drinking out of a glass now.  He still drinks out of a sippy cup but he's also drinking out of a glass.  He doesn't drink out of a glass all of the time mainly because that's just a mess waiting to happen.  You know he's only two so he likes to jump around with his cup...and with out a lid that can be baaaad.  He also has his first speech therapy session on Monday.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111392102793419314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111392102793419314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111392102793419314' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-111351738330959235</id><published>2005-04-14T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T15:23:03.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Even Grizzly Bears Have Heart Attacks...Yesterday I was doing some chores and I noticed one of the maintenance men pull up in his little golf cart.  I watched as his eyes fell on the Hillbillies shit every where and his face developed the proper look of appall.  Then his lips ever so clearly mouthed the words "What the Fuck?"  And I laughed...because I knew...oh yes....I knew.  By last night they</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111351738330959235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111351738330959235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111351738330959235' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-111331768825597121</id><published>2005-04-12T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T07:54:48.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Inconsideration....+Well, last night on my way out to the gym I decided to drop the trash off in the dumpster.  Nothing new there, no big deal...until I get to the dumpster.  All day I had seen the hillbillies carrying boxes past our french doors, I assumed they had been breaking down the boxes out by the dumpster.  Apparently my assumption was wrong.  Now, it just makes sense to me, since it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111331768825597121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111331768825597121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111331768825597121' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-111323203830740650</id><published>2005-04-11T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T08:07:18.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hillbillies and Hearing...First of all...Weather had his big hearing test...and he's fine...thank the gods for that one.  They gave him this stuff to knock him out and he didn't react very well to it.  In fact, it made him lose his mind.  For three hours he acted like an absolute crazy person, screaming, flopping, flailing, and biting.  The medicine made him so out of it he couldn't stand or sit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111323203830740650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111323203830740650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111323203830740650' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-111237738150945808</id><published>2005-04-01T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T09:43:01.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Emergency Surgery...Weather was scheduled for the big 'knock him out measure his brain waves' test today but his doctor was called in for an emergency surgery.  They had to reschedule for Tuesday.  And in answer to Furious Jessy's question, Weather was born with this hearing problem.  Apparently he's been living his entire life like this, which is why it was so hard to detect.  He understands </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111237738150945808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111237738150945808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111237738150945808' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-111176631413404910</id><published>2005-03-25T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T07:58:34.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>M.I.A....My in laws are coming in four days for Weather's next big ear test.  Poor boy, they have to knock him out and hook him up to a machine that monitors his brain waves and how they react to sounds that are going to be pumped into his ears.  It is the most precise test they can do to measure exactly how bad his hearing is.  Fortunately there is no risk to him and it won't hurt at all.  And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111176631413404910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111176631413404910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111176631413404910' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-111117601409684588</id><published>2005-03-18T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T12:00:14.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stole This From Ninsi...You are a goddess! Which Ultimate Beautiful Woman are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111117601409684588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111117601409684588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111117601409684588' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-111117515938917262</id><published>2005-03-18T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T11:45:59.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trix Are For...Does anyone else feel sorry for the cereal mascots?  I mean come on...for years now the Trix rabbit has been denied the one thing he's wanted, a simple bowl of cereal.  And when he finally goes to the store a successfully gets a box...he's out of milk.  Screwed up huh?  Oh, and what about Lucky from Lucky Charms, he's constantly being stalked by annoying little children.  With that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111117515938917262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111117515938917262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111117515938917262' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-111100615954659826</id><published>2005-03-16T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T12:49:19.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And Here Goes...1)Woke up called the store to see if the missing $60 was found.2)Walked into Weather's room to see a brand new box of wipes torn to itty bitty shreds, diapers strewn everywhere, Weather naked, and a pile of what use to be clean clothes taken off their hangers and peed on.3)Told the store I would have to call them back.4)Spanked Weather, and made him help me clean up the mess.5)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111100615954659826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111100615954659826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111100615954659826' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-111091458334322464</id><published>2005-03-15T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T11:23:03.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Faith Or Filth...Here's a fun fact for any of you who have dipped your fingers in holy water, it's swimming with disease.  Whee!  Proven fact, holy water is some of the dirtiest water around, use it as you wish.For all of you who have asked, yes Weather will have to have hearing aides, and we don't know yet if he'll grow out of it.  We'll find out more with his next test.  It's going to be a long</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111091458334322464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111091458334322464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111091458334322464' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-111039965527060831</id><published>2005-03-09T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T12:20:55.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ACK!!!!alright&lt; i"m having computer?keyboard issues so i know this post is going to look funny but if you can"t deal with it i"m sorry&gt;  i just wanted to let you all know what is going on with weather&gt;  he is scheduled for another hearing test on the first&gt;  he"s going to need hearing aides and speech therapy&lt; but it could be worse at least it"s fixable&gt;  anyway&lt; he is suffering from a hearing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111039965527060831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111039965527060831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111039965527060831' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-111023782840763083</id><published>2005-03-07T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T15:23:48.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't Eat The Paste...Believe it or not I'm a artist type of person, the bitterness channels into some very creative mediums.  And over the years I have had some interesting ideas that would be great for sculptures, but I've never attempted sculpting.  Well, I've finally decided to give it a shot.  I hope it turns out well.Weather has another doctors appointment this week.  I'll keep you all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111023782840763083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/111023782840763083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111023782840763083' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110995358915254095</id><published>2005-03-04T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T08:26:29.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pet Hell....The Petco in town has fallen so far it's become kind of scary.  The Musician and I go to Petsmart as a general rule because it's nice and clean and the people who work there are just great.  Well, a few weeks ago we were at Toys R Us buying Weather something and we decided just to run to the Petco right next to it to buy Joe (our turtle) some fish.  It seemed kind of pointless to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110995358915254095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110995358915254095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110995358915254095' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110987825872988671</id><published>2005-03-03T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T11:30:58.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Volcano's?...Most people know that I'm a history/religion/anthropology nutt, so when something on Herculanium or Pompeii comes on I will generally turn the channel over to see what has been unearthed in these treasure troves or to see how much they have been destroyed due to inefficient funds for maintaining the finds...anyway most people who know me know this.  That little preamble was for those</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110987825872988671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110987825872988671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110987825872988671' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110979243273897382</id><published>2005-03-02T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T11:40:32.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bebop Baby.... Which Cowboy Bebop character are you? brought to you by QuizillaLater</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110979243273897382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110979243273897382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110979243273897382' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110978102822326003</id><published>2005-03-02T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T08:30:28.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Little Deaf Boy...To those of you I was suppose to call and inform yesterday I'm sorry I didn't.  I've been very busy, and Amethyst...I can't find your phone number so call me later.Well, the doctors say that Weather has to go back for more tests to see how serious his hearing problem is.  He was so good at the doctors office yesterday.  This whole thing has me really stressed out.  I'll try to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110978102822326003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110978102822326003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110978102822326003' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110961852610398170</id><published>2005-02-28T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T11:23:29.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dog Day...I quit my job today... Weather has to go in for his years... I'm sick still... I'm tired... This sucks...Later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110961852610398170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110961852610398170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110961852610398170' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110911290451713912</id><published>2005-02-22T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T14:55:04.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stupid People, Hard Drives, And Pleurisy...I've had a crappy past couple of days.  First on Sunday Kindred and I had to deal with a stream of morons.  And not just any morons...no...that would be too easy.  Nope we had the priveledge of dealing with dirty morons.  Now we all know how much I hate stupid people, but if I had to choose I would rather just their stupidity offend me and not their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110911290451713912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110911290451713912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110911290451713912' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110865828774396686</id><published>2005-02-17T10:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T09:09:23.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grass Is Greener...The grass at our apartment is dead because of winter, natch, but the other day some body decided it would be a good idea to spray paint it so it at least looks green. The only problem is that they spray painted it blue. It's actually pretty funny. I want to know which front office big shot thought this one up.As previously promised I will explain my silence about work. Kindred </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110865828774396686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110865828774396686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110865828774396686' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110841620106100194</id><published>2005-02-14T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T13:23:21.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All This Death...Please forgive me for my absence...I'm sooo sick. I think something is trying to destroy me from the inside out. But happy V-Day anyway.Tomorrow is hopefully going to be a happy day at work, Kindred will know what I'm referring to. If the plan comes off with out much of a hitch I'll elaborate after. Mutiny!I'm watching Dracula right now...a movie that is played largely on two </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110841620106100194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110841620106100194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110841620106100194' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110779421126649300</id><published>2005-02-07T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T08:36:51.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When The Shit Hits...Everything....Sorry I've been away for so long. This past week has been a hectic one. Kindred and I spent most of it fixing the store. And now that it's back in the shape any respectable store in our chain should be in our boss is back to destroy it all over again...whee.The other day I was about to get in the shower while Weather was playing with his hot wheels in his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110779421126649300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110779421126649300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110779421126649300' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110728317686557489</id><published>2005-02-01T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T10:39:36.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dedicate Your Life...I've been busy lately. Right now Kindred and I are running the shoe store since our boss is out of town. This is a good thing but it's kept me busy. So today is my only real day off this week...whoo. And I'm working a nice mixture of days and nights when I normally work just nights, but I need the extra hours and the store needs some one to run it so what ever.I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110728317686557489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110728317686557489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110728317686557489' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110685286985298087</id><published>2005-01-27T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T11:07:49.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Primal...Last night we watched 'Open Water', and I want to congratulate the people who made that movie. It actually scared me. Well done! It scared me because of several reasons, I think. Mainly because I use to be a night surfer when I lived in CA, and because I was at the tip of the red triangle there were several shark attacks. Mainly though the fact that it was based on a true story </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110685286985298087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110685286985298087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110685286985298087' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110667541053645687</id><published>2005-01-25T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T09:50:10.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beyond The Blue....Friday before I had to go into work my back went out. So I've been in severe pain since then. Yesterday The Musician had to come home from work and help me take care of Weather. Today's the first day I can really sit up long enough to blog.I was watching something on TV Land last night and a commercial in memory of Johnny Carson came on. The dates on the side of the screen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110667541053645687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110667541053645687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110667541053645687' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110633089163526542</id><published>2005-01-21T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T10:08:11.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whatever And Ever....Anyone who knows my husband knows that he's a very busy man. He works full time, goes to school, and he's a very good husband and father. All very time consuming. So he often puts other things off...for example blogging, as we all know. Well, if you all will click on the link to the left, under The Musician, you will see what happens when blogger pushes Muse to far. We all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110633089163526542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110633089163526542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110633089163526542' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110616915332601744</id><published>2005-01-19T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T13:12:33.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I Feel Red...I already wrote one post today, but yet again blogger is being a bitch.The interview went well. I'm going to be called in for a second interview sometime next week. So yay there.I feel like hell...have all day. I'm going to go lay down.Later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110616915332601744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110616915332601744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110616915332601744' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110598396318512163</id><published>2005-01-17T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T09:46:03.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mass Hallucination....I received a call this weekend from the first doctor I interviewed with. He wanted to let me know that I didn't get the job, but it was only because he felt he had to hire another woman because she had years of experience. He said other than that I would have had the job. Apparently everyone in the office really liked me, and he wanted me to know he thought I would make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110598396318512163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110598396318512163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110598396318512163' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110558789349760048</id><published>2005-01-12T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T19:44:53.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nailed It...Well, I think I got the job. I really hope I got it. I really, really want this position. But the interview went well, and everyone in the office seemed to like me. But I have another interview in the morning with a oral surgeon in town. So hopefully one of these will pan out. Everyone keep your fingers crossed for me.On the continuing drama at my current job. The suspected thief </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110558789349760048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110558789349760048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110558789349760048' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110545795240627861</id><published>2005-01-11T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T07:39:12.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh Happy Day...When I got home from closing down the store last night (of course running late) I discovered that a dentist had left a message to set up an interview. I proceeded to jump up and down with joy for two straight minutes. So I called him and I set one up for today at 4:30. I'm so thrilled about this, with what's been going on at work I've been praying that I'd get a call. So everyone</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110545795240627861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110545795240627861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110545795240627861' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110537957834078382</id><published>2005-01-10T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T09:52:58.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grand Theft Shoe...I'm in the middle of a shit storm at work...sigh. One of our associates is pretty obviously guilty of theft, of a very large amount of money. It looks like she tried to cover it up with paper work, but apparently I had to be the one to find it. It looks like this has been going on for some time, which may result in my boss losing her job. In other words...I'm very stressed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110537957834078382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110537957834078382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110537957834078382' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110495290927494875</id><published>2005-01-05T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T11:21:49.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Little Green...My elder sister is flying in today from California. I'm really excited about this. I haven't seen her in two years. The last time she was in Arkansas was when I gave birth to Weather. We talk on the phone a lot but I still miss her. Anyway, the point is I'm happy I'm going to get to see her.My youngest sister, Bean, had her birthday yesterday. This disturbs me. She's a teenager</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110495290927494875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110495290927494875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110495290927494875' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110486083880065069</id><published>2005-01-04T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T09:47:18.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Saw The Sign...There are three types of church signs out there, and all of them I find some what amusing. The first is what I like to call the "preachy" sign. We've all seen the preachy sign probably more then we'd like. The preachy sign is just as it sounds...preachy. When you drive by a sign and see on it something like...oh, I don't know...god save the president...and I know if you're like</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110486083880065069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110486083880065069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110486083880065069' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110443428071947338</id><published>2004-12-30T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T11:18:00.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unnerved...We all occasionally will mention something supernatural in our blogs, if only in reference or humor, chupacapras (sp?), vampires, ghosts, comedians, satan etc. Well, I read up a lot on different religions and spiritual practices, this includes superstitions, and I find it all very interesting. I also watch a lot of programs on the education channels out there on such things. But all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110443428071947338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110443428071947338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110443428071947338' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110434500758700464</id><published>2004-12-29T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T10:30:07.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is That Ratt?...So how was everyone's holiday? Good? Bad? Hopefully not bad. Ours went well, Weather received so many presents we could have sponsored christmas for a small nation of children. I don't think anyone will ever have to worry about him doing with out. It occurred to me as I was piling up the presents for him to open that he is 'that' kid, you know, the kid we all knew growing up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110434500758700464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110434500758700464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110434500758700464' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110382459274282641</id><published>2004-12-23T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T09:56:32.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dancer, And Prancer, And Donner....Well, boys and girls, it's definitely that time of year again. Tomorrow night is christmas eve...then christmas...then doesn't that mean new years is right around the corner? Yup another year. I'm looking forward to seeing Weather open up his mountain of presents christmas morning. I intend to take pictures, whether the Musician will put them up on the site or</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110382459274282641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110382459274282641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110382459274282641' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110357653003579811</id><published>2004-12-20T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T13:02:10.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like...We drove down to Shreveport (sp?) Louisiana and back yesterday. The Musician's parents were meeting us there so we could take Weather and some of the Christmas presents back home. Weather's happy to be home, and we're happy to have him home...but god, he's been spoiled so badly. He's still a good boy but there is a little bit of reprogramming that needs to be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110357653003579811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110357653003579811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110357653003579811' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110323194107055857</id><published>2004-12-16T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T13:19:01.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fumes...I finished staining the table today...the only problem is that it's too cold outside so I had to do it in the kitchen. The fumes are getting to me. Correction they got to me about two hours ago. I'm all wacked out and I've this terrible head ache that's making me all dizzy. I keep going outside and airing the place out but considering how long it's been I don't think its going to matter</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110323194107055857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110323194107055857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110323194107055857' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110271558120532420</id><published>2004-12-10T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T13:53:01.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHEEEE!......I'm sorry I've been away from the blog for awhile. I've been pretty detained with school and when I would get home The Musician would be working on his home work on the computer, so I couldn't get near it. Well, I passed, top in my class with flying colors! And that's what this post is all about a whole lotta YES! But I promise I will explain my weeks strange happenings in further </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110271558120532420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110271558120532420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110271558120532420' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110210124368978229</id><published>2004-12-03T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T11:14:03.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cracking...The Musician and I have to wake up at the butt crack of dawn tomorrow to take Weather on a five hour drive to meet my in laws. Then we get to drive five hours home...with out him. Yeah, my in laws are being extremely nice, they're helping us out by watching my little terror for two weeks...two weeks...two mother f*cking WEEKS! I don't know if I'll be able to handle it. The first week</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110210124368978229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110210124368978229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110210124368978229' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110193760446713701</id><published>2004-12-01T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T13:46:44.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clerk...I warn anyone that does not like cursing or anger to stay away from this post...it's not happy.I'm just going to assume here that everyone reading my blog out there has seen Clerks by Kevin Smith...let me live with this assumption. Anyway, I think I'm becoming Randall. I was at work last night and every customer that asked me a stupid question was like a test in anger management. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110193760446713701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110193760446713701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110193760446713701' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110184160794816927</id><published>2004-11-30T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T11:06:47.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rearranged...Yesterday I decided that I needed to rearrange our bedroom. You should have seen the Musician's face when he came home. I felt I had accomplished something with doing it by my self...and with Weather trying to "help", god knows it wasn't easy. Anyway, I'm finishing what I started yesterday. It works.We took the broken lights, and the pink lights back last night and got some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110184160794816927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110184160794816927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110184160794816927' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110175042619655898</id><published>2004-11-29T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T09:47:06.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like...Well, I hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving. I think I can justly say that we here are over stuffed and happy. We had two turkey day dinners, one with the folks, the second with Neko, Agent 5, and Bronco Cub. My parents cooked the turkey for the first meal...a 23 pound turkey...for four people, a tad much I think, but it was still great. They also made the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110175042619655898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110175042619655898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110175042619655898' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110131449718210713</id><published>2004-11-24T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T08:41:37.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ghetto-Mart...Neko and Agent 5 told us about this really interesting grocery store last week. Great food, cheap prices, even though it's kind of ghetto. Everything is set up on crates, and you have to put a quarter in as a deposit for a shopping cart. But all the ghettoness and the lack of baggers keeps the cost down which keeps the food insanely cheap. We got a entire cart full of food for $50</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110131449718210713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110131449718210713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110131449718210713' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110124143778638006</id><published>2004-11-23T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T12:24:24.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sing It Baby...Stolen from Vampyre Girl...You Are Ani Difranco!Honest, real, and well liked.You're not limited by any boundaries."And you can call me crazyBut I think you're as lazy as white paint on the wall"Who's Your Inner Rock Chick? Take This Quiz :-)Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110124143778638006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110124143778638006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110124143778638006' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110116496719969107</id><published>2004-11-22T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T15:09:27.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Birthdays and Swag...It was my birthday yesterday, whee. But since it was on a Sunday we kind of celebrated all weekend. It was a lot of fun. My folks watched Weather on Saturday for us, so we went out to the bars with Neko and Agent 5. The Musician got so drunk that he spent 2 hours hugging the toilet. Fortunately for me the birthday gods were on my side and not only did I not throw up but I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110116496719969107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110116496719969107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110116496719969107' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110071395829021327</id><published>2004-11-17T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T09:52:38.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let Me The Fuck In....Last night when I got home from work I found myself locked out. We have a extremely safe house that has a dead bolt on both doors that can only be opened from the inside. Yeah, as Agent 5 later said, "You should feel safe, you have the key and you couldn't even get in." Anyway, back to the story...so I found myself locked out and after 20 minutes of pounding and kicking on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110071395829021327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110071395829021327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110071395829021327' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110071144315835960</id><published>2004-11-17T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T09:11:05.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll Go With This....Stolen from F.J.'s page.You are the Marquis Da Sade. Even stripped ofexaggerations, Your real life was as dramaticand as tragic as a cautionary tale. Born to anancient and noble house, you were married(against your wishes) to a middle-class heiressfor money, caused scandals with prostitutes andwith your sister-in-law, thus enraging yourmother-in-law, who had you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110071144315835960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110071144315835960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110071144315835960' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110063028804487765</id><published>2004-11-16T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T10:38:08.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>List it....I have a problem, but I think I'm big enough of a person to admit it. I'm addicted to those list shows. It can be the stupidest thing ever but if there's a list to it I'll watch. For example if VH1 decided they were going to put on a '100 Wierdest Things Said By Gary Busey' (sp?) I would probably be watching the night it came on with a bucket of popcorn and a giant cup of Pepsi. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110063028804487765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110063028804487765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110063028804487765' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110053767006499317</id><published>2004-11-15T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T08:54:30.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy Crap....Apparently at some point I offended some sort of higher power and it decided to reek it's revenge on me this last week. For example my broken ass car... well, right before my tow truck makes it there a bored country bumpkin of a cop decides he's going to have it impounded. There went $104 I really don't need to spend. Then there was the whole load of bs with trying to get it home </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110053767006499317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110053767006499317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110053767006499317' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110029616245529121</id><published>2004-11-12T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T13:49:22.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ouch...I went to the gym last night. I've decided I need a better body and since I don't have enough money to buy one I guess I'm going to have to go about it the way I use to...I have to work for it. Anyway, so I went to the gym last night and did a ridiculous amount of everything for someone who hasn't gone to work out in way too long. Today I feel like my ass is going to fall off. I'm hoping</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110029616245529121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110029616245529121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110029616245529121' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110019928769838124</id><published>2004-11-11T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T11:06:51.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another One Bites The Dust...I was taking Weather to my parents house for a few hours last night when my car died. As of right now it's stranded on the side of the highway. We're getting that taken car of tonight. If it wasn't for a extremely nice woman with three kids, who was on her way back from Arkansas Childrens hospital in Little Rock, God knows what would have happened to us.Muse and I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110019928769838124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110019928769838124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110019928769838124' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110011119209260552</id><published>2004-11-10T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T10:26:32.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shake, Rattle, And Roll...My upstairs neighbor is a elderly gentleman. He's very polite, always saying hello and making a little conversation when he passes. But oh my god...for such a nice old man who lives by himself he's one of the noisiest neighbors I've ever had. It sounds like he's constantly moving furniture around upstairs, or stomping from one end of his apartment to the other. There </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110011119209260552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110011119209260552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110011119209260552' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-110002469768048902</id><published>2004-11-09T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T10:24:57.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lost My Mind...So I really hope I'm hallucinating here but I keep seeing something small and black very quickly scurry around some part of my house. This is like a little tarantula or a large cricket....and I can't catch it or even find it, and god help me if it's a spider...I'll lose it. I hope it's just a product of sleep deprivation.The Musician went for his interview yesterday and today </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110002469768048902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/110002469768048902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110002469768048902' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-109995082933024632</id><published>2004-11-08T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T10:03:29.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crazy weird...This part was edited....Muse is off interviewing for a new job at the moment...keep your fingers crossed.Later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109995082933024632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109995082933024632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109995082933024632' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-109960905904939200</id><published>2004-11-04T14:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T14:57:55.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cheap Way Out...table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;You are "Face with Glasses"What Japanese Smiley Are You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109960905904939200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109960905904939200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109960905904939200' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-109960857043933477</id><published>2004-11-04T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T14:50:26.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Disturbed...Sorry about my lack of posting since the election. Honestly I've just been very down. Our state now no longer recognizes gay marriages on top of everything else that went down on election day, I just have to mention this. I have to mention it because it's so entirely stupid...but I'm not in the mood to pull my soap box out today so I'm going to do the cheap out. A quiz...You Are a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109960857043933477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109960857043933477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109960857043933477' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-109946201770787323</id><published>2004-11-02T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T22:06:57.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Time To Cry....For many reasons.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109946201770787323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109946201770787323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109946201770787323' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-109941649938639644</id><published>2004-11-02T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T09:28:19.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sleeping Issues...My insomnia is back...oh, joy of joys...but it's been couple with something worse. I'm having severe issues with my dreaming lately. For example...I'll finally fall asleep and then at some undetermined amount of time later I will sit straight up in bed and say something weird and unrelated to anything. My favorite one was when I woke up shouting "Marmets!" Then of course I lay</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109941649938639644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109941649938639644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109941649938639644' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-109932780297656078</id><published>2004-11-01T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T08:50:02.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, Peter....Well, last night was Halloween, my favorite holiday, and The Musician and I took Weather out trick-or-treating. He was so cute dressed up as Peter Pan, with his little dagger and his little pumpkin candy holder. Oh, God and his little hat was the cutest thing I've ever seen. Anyway, we all had a good time. We finally came home when we were rained out. I dressed up as a pirate to go</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109932780297656078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109932780297656078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109932780297656078' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-109907626957254749</id><published>2004-10-29T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T11:57:49.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pissing In The Wind...So my friend TaTas calls up last night to tell me something I find extremely amusing. It seems her boyfriend, whom I'm dubbing Pisser, and she were sitting outside in their backyard smoking when he turns to her suddenly and says "Hold on a second." He then gets up walks across the yard unzips and pees. The funny thing is he walked farther to pee outside then he would have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109907626957254749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109907626957254749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109907626957254749' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-109899832631618256</id><published>2004-10-28T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T14:49:53.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Scourge Of Fast Food....I'm not one of those people that just shrugs it off when my food is messed up, even if it's fast food. When I was pregnant I finally got fed up with Taco Bell, and almost took a manager out. The truly sad thing was that it wasn't even my order...it was Muse's. Anyway, so Weather and I go through McD's for lunch and I get him a chicken nugget happy meal (his favorite) and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109899832631618256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109899832631618256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109899832631618256' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-109898581181192405</id><published>2004-10-28T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T10:50:11.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good Man...I married a very good man. The other day I get a knock on the door, it's UPS. Well, I go and answer it and it's a package for The Musician. Well, I'm curious by nature so I call Muse up at work and tell him he has just received a package from Amazon.com. He sounds as surprised as I am and tells me to open it. Inside is a wrapped gift with a card for me telling me how much he loves me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109898581181192405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109898581181192405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109898581181192405' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-109891373710486420</id><published>2004-10-27T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T14:48:57.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Walmart Is The Devil...We all know I hate Walmart mainly for it's parking lot lacky morons but this time they've gone too far! I can't even begin to express how pissed off I really am...I don't think there are words for it. Let me clarify....afterThe Musician finishes school I'm going back and majoring in Anthropology and minoring in Theology. This means that I have been studying anthropology </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109891373710486420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109891373710486420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109891373710486420' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-109880418942565393</id><published>2004-10-26T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T08:23:09.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Even Vampires Need Shoes...Well, we all know Halloween is nearing and it isn't to uncommon to see people in costume so keep that in mind as I tell you my screw up at work last night. We all know I'm not a nice person, I'm sarcastic and just a all around bitch...unless I'm at work and then I'm the nicest person ever. Well....sigh...last night I was at work and a woman and her daughter walk in. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109880418942565393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109880418942565393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109880418942565393' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-109872143107766866</id><published>2004-10-25T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T09:23:51.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cool...    You're a hardworking individual enshrouded by an overwhelming sense of mystery, beauty, and intrigue. Though always on the go, you keep focused, helping -- often rapturing -- those you meet.   Take the What Pulp Fiction Character Are You? quiz.   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109872143107766866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109872143107766866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109872143107766866' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-109871906326096885</id><published>2004-10-25T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T08:44:23.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lights, Camera, Action....When I was younger I was in to acting and modeling, but as the years went by I found myself involved in other things and I let the acting slip away. Lately I've been feeling the urge to climb back up on to the stage. I know I'm not nearly in the condition I use to be when I modeled, but that's alright because I never really liked modeling anyway, I preferred acting, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109871906326096885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109871906326096885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109871906326096885' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-109829997426047425</id><published>2004-10-20T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T12:19:34.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Webring...I have been invited in, I would like to join...but where is the link?  Anyone wanna post it on my comments for me...thanks.Later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109829997426047425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109829997426047425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109829997426047425' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-109829863334660685</id><published>2004-10-20T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T11:57:37.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Going To Take This Shoe And Shove It Up.....They had me work at the Rogers store last night....I need a new job. In fact that's what I've been doing today, looking for a new job. I use to love working for Payless....back when I wasn't the only one doing their damn job! I find myself completely redoing the racks....over and over and over BECAUSE NO ONE KNOWS THE RACK PLAN!!!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109829863334660685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109829863334660685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109829863334660685' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-109813999329596212</id><published>2004-10-18T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T15:53:13.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crack In The Box...I went out and bought The Musician Burnout 3 today, a game referred to as crack by both Agent 5, Muse, and perfect strangers. The guys in the video game store were asking who I was buying the game for...I replied that it was for my husband. They in turn asked if it was his birthday....I said no. They asked if he had done something really special....I said no, he's just a nice</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109813999329596212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109813999329596212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109813999329596212' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-109799765346757880</id><published>2004-10-16T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T00:20:53.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Party Time!....Today was Weather's birthday party. His second birthday...I maintain that he should not be two quite yet, but what can you do. I'm not powerful enough to stop time just yet. I think his party was fairly successful. My mother in law and grandmother in law drove up from Louisiana. My mom and dad came, and so did Fearie Princess, and we can't forget Neko and Agent 5. For several </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109799765346757880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109799765346757880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109799765346757880' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-109769274889603508</id><published>2004-10-13T11:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T11:40:29.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!This is the thrid time I've attempted to post today...if it doesn't work I really am going to scream. 1st post: Large and interesting, including ranting, a quiz, and a question. 2nd post: Recapped the first, excluding ranting, but informing you that there was ranting that was missed. 3rd post: This is me right now slightly snapping, and a quiz.Later.Your beauty is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109769274889603508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109769274889603508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109769274889603508' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-109769245555490261</id><published>2004-10-13T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T11:34:15.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Riiiiight....I'm gonna scream, I had a very long post then blogger glitched and erased it.  I freaked out about the walmart drones again and asked public opinion about something to do with Weather's birthday.  Plus I took this quiz.  Now all you're getting is the quiz...maybe I'll at least re-post the question later.  We'll see.Your beauty is inspiring. Your beauty is the kindthat would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109769245555490261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109769245555490261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109769245555490261' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-109760125741716895</id><published>2004-10-12T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T10:14:17.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Turtles and TV...So we're all moved and still going through the last ripples of getting settled. I bought myself a new frog (for those of you who remember the disease, resurrection, and final death of gollum) he's a happy little frog. I had to allow O'Malley (my cat) to go live on my parents farm. Besides the fact that pets aren't allowed here Weather inherited the Musician's allergy to cats. I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109760125741716895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109760125741716895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109760125741716895' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-109623646249626900</id><published>2004-09-26T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T15:07:42.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coming Back Soon...So I know I've been gone awhile, but I'm currently working on re-doing my blog, and then I'll be officially back. Until then this blog is a construction zone....Later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109623646249626900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109623646249626900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109623646249626900' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-109284731621881586</id><published>2004-08-18T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T09:41:56.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Girlie Man...My parents run a kennel and a cattery. They breed bull mastiffs, and yorkies primarily in their kennel, and pixie bobs in the cattery. A Pixie Bob is a no tailed cat with six toes on each paw...in other words they're freaks. Well, then there's Girlie Man, a cat born a freak among freaks. Born with seven toes on each paw (a total of 28) and both a vagina and testicles. Yes my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109284731621881586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109284731621881586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109284731621881586' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-109275194460871320</id><published>2004-08-17T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T07:12:24.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shake It...Weather is spoiled...we all know this. Well, he gets Mc D's Happy Meals frequently, since he likes their chicken Mc Nuggets. He seems to get them more often when he's sick because his appetite all but disappears so we just try to get him to eat what he will, and he'll always eat Mc D's. Anyway, they have those little beenie bears in the happy meals right now, each annoyingly cute and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109275194460871320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109275194460871320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109275194460871320' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-109232391448568670</id><published>2004-08-12T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T08:18:34.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is That...Yes, Yes It Is...The Musician and I have lived in this apartment complex for over two years now and in those two years we've seen some strange shit. Last night for example we're sitting out side smoking a cigarette when this man pushing a stroller walks by, this would have been normal had the stroller had a baby instead of a doll in it. Yes, a doll. Then there's the little guy that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109232391448568670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109232391448568670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109232391448568670' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-109155002464414551</id><published>2004-08-03T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T09:20:24.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hell...Hell is not having a register on a busy day at Payless. Hell is also receiving 6 pages, about 200 different items, of inventory that needs to be tagged. Hell also means receiving the few boxes of delayed shipment along with the shipment that is suppose to be there the next day making a total of forty boxes of shipment. Hell is the register repair man disappearing. Hell is what I faced </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109155002464414551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109155002464414551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109155002464414551' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-109119882602051309</id><published>2004-07-30T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T07:47:06.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>State Of Mind... The season of rain, I pull her on top of me, In that moment we merge, She is my everything, Part of my soul. I had a hideous time falling to sleep last night, which I'm sure if you could all see me you would realize it just by my appearance.  I look like I've been put on the rack...anyway, I digress.  Last night while I was laying in bed I finally begin to drift off </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109119882602051309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109119882602051309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109119882602051309' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-109111483688118697</id><published>2004-07-29T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T08:27:16.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Slacker... So, I know have 4 stores fighting over me...sigh.  We're opening up a new one in the fort and they want me to help set it up, which I'll do, but I'm transferring in just a little over a month so my new store has been trying to steal me away earlier.  My boss is unamused by the attempted theft.  Shared labor between three stores in one district is one thing but another district trying</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109111483688118697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/109111483688118697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109111483688118697' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-10903446199520377</id><published>2004-07-20T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T10:30:19.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cheap...   Alright I know it's been too long since my last post and I'm sorry, I've just been too busy.  And now I'm taking the cheap way out.   I got this from Amythyst. If I were a month, I'd be:  October If I were a day of the week, I'd be: Wensday If I were a time of day, I'd be: The 'blue hour' also known as Twilight If I were a planet, I'd be:  Venus If I were a sea animal, I'd be:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/10903446199520377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/10903446199520377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#10903446199520377' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-108973249636842569</id><published>2004-07-13T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T08:28:16.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Naked...I walked into Weather's room the other morning to find him standing in the middle of his bed butt naked.  This is his new thing...well, as soon as he sees me he starts to giggle and pee.  Yup, peed right in the middle of his bed.  At least it wasn't on my carpet.  I swear it's like having a puppy right now.  When ever I turn my back he rips off his diaper and starts to streak.  It's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/108973249636842569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/108973249636842569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108973249636842569' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-108921719610522996</id><published>2004-07-07T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T09:19:56.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sick, Goats, &amp; Bandits...Sorry all, I've been ill since the 4th.  Before that Weather and Muse were both ill, poor babies.  Plus I've been working on top of the illness.The Musician is unnerved by goats.  A goat traumatized him as a child by eating his shoe laces...in a child's frame of mind he wasn't sure it was going to stop with the laces.  Well, I had to explain this the other day to my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/108921719610522996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/108921719610522996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108921719610522996' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-108869613913973828</id><published>2004-07-01T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T08:35:39.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goodnight Elisabeth...I need far more patience then I have.  Weather has hit the terrible twos head on with all the force of a mack truck, and I'm the one feeling them.  Well, mostly O'Malley and I.  I pray to any and every god that I have the strength and patience to let both of us come out of this living.  This week has been so horrid I'm at my wits end, and I just want to huddle in a corner </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/108869613913973828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/108869613913973828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108869613913973828' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-108862834174659760</id><published>2004-06-30T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T13:45:41.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ponies in Chains...There is very little I'm going to miss about the Fort when we move and last night when I was driving home from buying a pack of cigarettes I realized what I'm going to miss the most.  Sure I'm going to kind of miss walking into the gas station and the people behind the counter knowing exactly what I want.  I'm going to kind of miss the mutant freakish dog sized beavers at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/108862834174659760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/108862834174659760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108862834174659760' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-108843609914459732</id><published>2004-06-28T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T08:21:39.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Left Leg Blues...I think I have something against my left leg.  You see when I was very small I accidentally impaled my right leg on a railroad spike.  I think I've been trying to even out the pain difference between my two legs over the past couple of days.  I mean I've just beat the crap out of my left leg...I'm even walking with a limp.  Sad...I usually don't wear my skulls and cross bones</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/108843609914459732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/108843609914459732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108843609914459732' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340915.post-108836116587026660</id><published>2004-06-27T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T11:32:45.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stupid People Have Themes...Amethyst has this theory that stupid people have a location they all know about that they universally find out their theme for the day.  After yesterday I think she is absolutely correct, because yesterday was stupid people shoe day.  It amazes me how many stupid people there are... and how they all came into my store.  It also amazes me that my co-worker and myself </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/108836116587026660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340915/posts/default/108836116587026660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickkett.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108836116587026660' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883732754822815854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
