<?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-9195768</id><updated>2011-07-08T20:52:05.902-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Flabo's rants</title><subtitle type='html'>If thoughts and dreams were nickels and dimes I would be one rich lady!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alissa</name><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>344</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-2364453711505388323</id><published>2010-08-17T18:11:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T13:38:12.781-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes are a comin'</title><content type='html'>I'm where I have never wanted to be. Single with a 5 month old. Due to reasons, that I will not discuss over the Internet, my boyfriend, of almost 3 years, and I are done. I wish I could change things. Wave some magic wand and undo what he's done.&lt;div&gt; I keep thinking, " Jesus, how did I get here? Why me, why now?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'm trying to be strong. Trying to figure out what will be best for my little guy and me.  Do I stay here in Calgary? Do I move back home? Do I move back to Halifax? Should I live here just for my little one to be close with his Dad and chance struggling financially? Way too many questions now have to be answered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest I am pretty bummed and pissed about the whole situation. I wanted a life for my son that had his mom and dad being together. I wanted the whole Dad coming home from work and playing with his son. Family dinners, movie nights, *sigh* , just stuff I never had a chance of having growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So decisions were made and one was figuring if I was staying for the man he is or the one he could be... The answer the one he could be. That being said,  I'm sure things will work out. They always do. I'm a fighter and I will fight like hell to make sure my little guy is happy, healthy and doesn't go without anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Single mother..... not a title I ever wanted... but it's the one I ended up with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-2364453711505388323?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/2364453711505388323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=2364453711505388323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/2364453711505388323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/2364453711505388323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2010/08/changes-are-comin.html' title='Changes are a comin&apos;'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-2667738295712717688</id><published>2010-08-02T23:16:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T10:40:29.638-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Does anyone check  this??</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how long its been since I've posted anything.&lt;br /&gt;What happened? Facebook, I guess!&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what has happened in the last year and 4 months... OH I know.. I had a baby.&lt;br /&gt;Some days I really can't believe that I did. My life is no longer what it use to be. I can't believe I am a mother and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;That being said there are days that I miss my old life but my little darling boy is only 4 and half months so I am hoping I am still in the adjusting stage, if there even is such a stage!&lt;br /&gt;When I found out I was pregnant I thought&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'ok.. this isn't going to be so bad. My life will be the same as it is now only with a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;' I wasn't really going out that much. My partying days pretty much ended when I left Halifax. Man, oh man, was I wrong.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that I really had no clue about and things no one told me about when it came to being a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance...&lt;br /&gt;No one tells you ,at first, friends will call like usual but then it becomes less and less each month. But even if they call or email all I have to talk about is my baby and no one wants to hear about him all the time. Even though he is the cutest thing ever. Still, I long for phone calls where I get to hear about what baby less people are doing. The dates, the nights out, work... you know what I use to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one told me that if I held him too much he wouldn't fall asleep on his own. He's four months and if I don't rock him or bounce him to sleep he just cries forever.... I can't take him crying it breaks my heart and I really don't know how to fix this!! All I ever heard was you can't hold a baby too much. Um, ya, you can, and I wish I knew this before!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this to sound like I am not enjoying being a mom. I do. It's the best thing in the world. I love it for all the little reasons, like when he wakes up in the morning and sees me and smiles its better then any night out .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-2667738295712717688?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/2667738295712717688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=2667738295712717688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/2667738295712717688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/2667738295712717688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2010/08/does-anyone-check-this.html' title='Does anyone check  this??'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-2679083387328847103</id><published>2009-03-26T23:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:23:39.610-03:00</updated><title type='text'>month of march</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I haven't updated in so long!! How terrible eh? &lt;br /&gt;Let's see February well I worked all of it. Nothing exciting.&lt;br /&gt;March... I started physio, talked to a lawyer about suing the lady from the accident and well moved to Calgary and I'm looking for work. &lt;br /&gt;My shoulder is completely messed up. I go to physio 2 times a week and it's helping but I have alot of pain in my shoulder. I have a separated shoulder and 2ND degree whiplash. My lawyer said for me to wait until I am healed so that I can be fully compensated. I have two years from the accident to sue and Alberta govt will cover it and then garnish her wages or assets for it.&lt;br /&gt;I took time off to try to heal but savings are pretty much gone and now I need a job bad!! &lt;br /&gt;I like my place tho so that's a good thing. I am sure it won't take me too long to find work. I did have a job this week but I quit it. The manager was totally crazy. I only worked two days that was long enough. Apparently they have a really high turn over and I can see why. I don't put up with anyone yelling at me. Especially when it's because I talked to another waitress over where I would find lemons. Yep, that's why I got yelled at. She doesn't want servers talking to other servers. And i read a review on the web that a customer seen her yelling and cursing at a server. That is really uncalled for. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need a job but I don't need a manager who will freak out over nothing!!&lt;br /&gt;Back to the drawing board for me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-2679083387328847103?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/2679083387328847103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=2679083387328847103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/2679083387328847103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/2679083387328847103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2009/03/month-of-march.html' title='month of march'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-147586567382744163</id><published>2009-02-03T17:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T17:51:40.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GRR</title><content type='html'>I hate life right now. The other lady has no insurance. I am missing work. I have to pay to get my car out of impound and get it fixed. My insurance company will not cover the damages, just the physio I have to get. I don't how I can get physio when I work for 22 days straight. I can't afford to miss time. Too much money I will loose. I now need to sue the woman, don't know how I am going to do that from camp. My insurance company is looking into seeing if she has other insurance. I am going to freak out. I have to pay and take a stupid bus to work and it's going to be an 11 hour bus ride. BOO! I hate the bus. I don't know how any of this is going to work out. &lt;br /&gt;FRUSTRATED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;That's my story&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-147586567382744163?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/147586567382744163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=147586567382744163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/147586567382744163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/147586567382744163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2009/02/grr.html' title='GRR'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-48072440723032066</id><published>2009-02-01T20:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:21:08.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Bloody Sunday!</title><content type='html'>Ah, woke up today. Had myself a nice cup of tea and a bagel, toasted with cream cheese. It had all intentions of being a great day. &lt;br /&gt;Text Miss Christi and made plans to meet up. I was so excited to see her!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading on down to her house, miss my turn so I take 5th ave to get back to where I need to be and then it happened!!&lt;br /&gt;I seen that my light was green so I kept my speed the same and then from the corner of my eye I see this silver car coming through the light. I slam the brakes and hit the car!! I was so shaken. This guy came running up to the car asking if I was ok. I was.. he went to the other car, she was ok too!! I am shaking at this point. He got into my car told me to call 911 to get the police to come. I do. I can't get out of my car the door wouldn't open. I crawl out the passenger side and see the other lady.&lt;br /&gt;I ask if she is ok. She says she is ok. She asks what happened. I said you ran a red light and I hit you. I was shocked she asked this and I'm not going to lie I thought I smelled booze but what do I know I am in shock this is all happening. &lt;br /&gt;The cops arrive get statements and move our wrecked cars out of the intersection. While waiting for the Cops to finish up their reports I let the other lady use my phone to call someone. (I was waiting for Christi to come meet me. God bless her!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After the lady uses my phone her friend calls back and asks me what happened cuz she wasn't making sense to him. I tell him. He then informs me that her sister will be calling my phone. &lt;br /&gt;Well, her sister didn't call but her dad did. I give the location of where we are for him to come meet her.&lt;br /&gt;While Christi and I are putting my stuff into her car, we notice this lady is being arrested. I ask one of the officers what happened. Apparently she has a warrant for her arrest (for speeding tickets) and might be intoxicated so they were taking her to the station to check.&lt;br /&gt;I then called her dad to let him know. I wasn't sure if he would want a call like that but he thanked me for calling.&lt;br /&gt; The officer informed me that her insurance was good. Oh and I got a 230 dollar ticket for my registration being up. I didn't know it was expired, I assumed it was like PEI and would expire on my birthday not Dec 31. Oh well. At least the accident wasn't my fault. &lt;br /&gt;Christi and I went to Pizza Delight had a lovely meal and then I came home to relax. &lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a little sore but I guess that is to be expected. We'll see what tomorrow brings. I have to figure out how to get up to work. It's 7 hours away!&lt;br /&gt;What a day today was, but at least I'm alive!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-48072440723032066?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/48072440723032066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=48072440723032066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/48072440723032066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/48072440723032066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-bloody-sunday.html' title='Sunday Bloody Sunday!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-2775669667035470927</id><published>2009-01-29T10:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:44:51.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a while!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's been so long since I have update this blog. It's terrible. OK so let's see..&lt;br /&gt;November I was insulating in Caroline with Dan. The job sucked. I hated it there. Just didn't feel right. SO we worked there until we found other work. Then around the 20Th I started working in Foster Creek. I went up there with Dan to insulate but ended up working in the office doing Administrative work. I do payroll and all the stuff that needs to be done. We stayed in camp. Camp life is crazy. Eat in a cafeteria and sleep in a little room. Nothing to do but work and sleep. Only bonus is that you don't pay for food.&lt;br /&gt;Dec- We had from the 20Th until the 6Th of January off. I spent Christmas in Calgary. Its was nice. After being in Camp for so long it was good to be around people again. I had a great time with Christi and got to see Ryan and my sister.&lt;br /&gt;JAN- Oh what a month this has been. Just finished working 22 days straight. I have 6 days off and I got a raise, so that helps money wise. Work is really getting to me tho. The Quality control guy is annoying the hell out of me. He is covering for the boss on the bosses days off and it's totally going to his head. I don't think that I have ever felt so much dislike towards someone like I do this guy. I try to make the best of it. But the last few days I couldn't take his shit. I was rude to him and I really didn't care. &lt;br /&gt;OK here is an example. One of the guys on the crew didn't sign out. The foremen knew he left but this QC guy wanted to show off. Started talking to the foremen of how he was going to go yell at the guy and say he had people in the plant looking for him. A COMPLETE LIE..&lt;br /&gt;So we were walking in camp and he turns to me and says wanna come watch me yell at Nathan. I said " no, I don't think its right to yell at him. I think you should talk and say make sure you sign out tomorrow but no one deserves to be yelled at!"&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow one thing lead to another and he did say stuff to Nathan. It happened in the Cafeteria when I was getting supper and I was so embarrassed to be there. Nathan ended up losing his job all because this guy is a liar and wants to throw his power around. It was the first day the boss took off too!!&lt;br /&gt;I honestly was thinking of not going back to work the next day. Then over the next two days two people quit, one for sure because of this guy and 12 more are not coming back after shift change for the same reason. &lt;br /&gt;There is so many other things he did too. He causes a lot drama and I don't know how he got the job he has. I bust my ass at work to get everything done and I watch him day after day talk on his phone to friends and whenever someone comes in he rushes to make it look like he is doing work but he doesn't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;Last vent on this: his favorite thing to say lately is I don't need a reason to punt a guy. Grr. I can't believe I have to work with him for another 22 days.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On a better note:&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am in Banff with my Dan. It's amazing, I'll put up pics in the next day or two. Hope everyone is having a great day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-2775669667035470927?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/2775669667035470927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=2775669667035470927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/2775669667035470927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/2775669667035470927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been a while!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-2546726784909364934</id><published>2008-10-28T18:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:01:46.662-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Suggestions Please!!</title><content type='html'>I am in need of new music. Sick of what i have, forgot what I use to have, so any suggestions would be sweet!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-2546726784909364934?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/2546726784909364934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=2546726784909364934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/2546726784909364934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/2546726784909364934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2008/10/suggestions-please.html' title='Suggestions Please!!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-948182731616378938</id><published>2008-10-23T18:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:08:23.553-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy times!!</title><content type='html'>It's 130 in the am. I am sleeping having a dream that someone is bangin on my door. Nope it wasn't a dream someone really was. So I drag myself out of bed. Wake Dan up.( he fell asleep on the couch) He gets the door. This woman forces herself in and very loudly says &lt;br /&gt;" I'm so sorry to wake you up! I seen your light was on and I need your help! My 3 year old daughter fell and cracked her head open and I had to take her to the hospital" &lt;br /&gt;My reaction.. Oh my god that is terrible... &lt;br /&gt;She then continues to say even louder..&lt;br /&gt;"I locked myself out the house because I was in a hurry to get to the hospital and when we tried to get in it was locked. I live at 5133. The locksmith wants 30 dollars up front. Can you give me the money! I will go to the bank and give you it back if you give the money now. I just inherited the house."&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have any cash on me, neither did Dan. I told her "I'm sorry I don't have any cash on me". Dan told he didn't have any money until pay day! Both which was true!&lt;br /&gt;She said "I can go the bank with you so you can get me money!"&lt;br /&gt;I started to think this was getting a little odd. Why wouldn't she just go to the bank machine. If she was goin to get the money back for us from the machine. Why did she say she inherited the house. Maybe she was upset or nervous. Then I noticed she didn't have a child with her. 5133 was right across the street. There wasn't any tow truck or anyone parked in front of the house.No kid was out side that house either.&lt;br /&gt;She then started to get kinda twitchy, kept twirling her fingers in her hair. And talking really loud.&lt;br /&gt;She then said. "I am staying at the Sisters of Saint Catherines. So if you could give me the money that would be great. I'll even give you more back. I just need 20 dollars. Be a nice neighbor and give me the money."&lt;br /&gt;She was starting to get angry because Dan said again I would love to help you out but I don't have any money. And now I'm not feeling to confortable with this whole situation! &lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to think. I felt bad but we don't live in the greatest part of town. I'm pretty sure the people across from us deal Crack. No joke. Lots of traffic with really skinny, crack head looking people going to their doors all hours..&lt;br /&gt;We didn't give her any money.&lt;br /&gt;What would you have done??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-948182731616378938?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/948182731616378938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=948182731616378938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/948182731616378938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/948182731616378938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2008/10/crazy-times.html' title='Crazy times!!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-7626321253146826429</id><published>2008-10-12T18:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:16:56.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>Happy Turkey Day to everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;The following is what I am thankful for this year!!&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful family.&lt;br /&gt;My friends.&lt;br /&gt;My handsome man.&lt;br /&gt;My job.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much everything that I have...&lt;br /&gt;I miss not being around everyone but the great thing about my friends and family is that no matter how long it is between the times we talk we always manage to pick up where we left off. I'm grateful for that!!&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone enjoys there dinners and loved ones!!&lt;br /&gt;I myself will not be having the dinner until Wednesday thats when my sister will be coming up with her girlfriend for supper. Can't wait to meet her new girl!! I'm also pretty excited for a nice turkey dinner!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-7626321253146826429?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/7626321253146826429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=7626321253146826429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/7626321253146826429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/7626321253146826429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-2598011069296437523</id><published>2008-10-07T19:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:41:04.607-03:00</updated><title type='text'>INSULATING!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok this is where I am now!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am working at a chemical plant in red deer. I am working as an insulator. Yep I get to wear a coveralls, safety glasses and hard hat!! It's hard to make it look good but I try!! haha. I am working there with Dan. He's a journey man in the trade so he gets to teach me all about it!! I actually like it!! &lt;br /&gt;Thing is about this job you never know how long it is going to be for and then you are packing up and moving again. But apparently I like to move so it's ok. I'm sure that after a while I will want to settle down but right now it's a good way to see Alberta! Nothing too much to talk about I was up in Fort McMurray for a while working at a bar that I use to work at made some money, took a course that allowed me to get a job in insulating! &lt;br /&gt;It was nice to see my step dad tho. And my mom was there for a bit too!! So it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.... what else... Oh my sister Crissy is in Calgary!! Yippie Dan and I drove there to meet her for dinner one night! It was so good seeing her!  I missed her!! &lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-2598011069296437523?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/2598011069296437523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=2598011069296437523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/2598011069296437523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/2598011069296437523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2008/10/insulating.html' title='INSULATING!!!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-6418147564271712503</id><published>2008-09-06T15:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T15:45:46.229-03:00</updated><title type='text'>long overdue update~~</title><content type='html'>I am sucking really bad at this whole updating thing. I won't be surprised if no one was reading this anymore!! haha. &lt;br /&gt;I'm living in Fort Mcmurray again. Working at the POD. where i use to work. It's going alright. I have been here for almost two weeks now. Living with my step dad for now. Dan is working in Edmonton. yes we are still together. I'm trying to get on with an oil company out here. But until I know more i will leave it at that. Red deer sucks. Nothing was going right. but I guess I can't blame the town!! I am super happy to be back here and making money!! &lt;br /&gt;My sister is living in calgary now. I might go see here in the next month. &lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-6418147564271712503?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/6418147564271712503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=6418147564271712503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/6418147564271712503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/6418147564271712503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-overdue-update.html' title='long overdue update~~'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-8838647869304453151</id><published>2008-07-28T23:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:29:16.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Deer!!!</title><content type='html'>So I am living in red deer!! It's going alright. Just moved all the stuff down from Calgary this weekend!! What a headache that was. Landlord was suppose to have the floors in our new place cleaned but she didn't so Friday night I spent it steam cleaning instead of being in Calgary liked planned. Saturday everything went so smooth tho. I really like this new apartment. I'm also getting my sissy dog in a few weeks so that's exciting. &lt;br /&gt;Starting a new job tomorrow. Working at Earls. Serving. meh... I did the office job thing but it wasn't really working out for me. So back to serving, get my bills paid and then I can go back to office work. &lt;br /&gt;Still with my Dan. He's still awesome. The good thing with him is that he makes me laugh every day so it's keeping my stress levels down!!&lt;br /&gt;Been out playing golf a few times. I really enjoy it. I suck but I enjoy it!! &lt;br /&gt;Nothing really big to talk about so that's all for now. Hopefully i will get better at updating!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-8838647869304453151?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/8838647869304453151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=8838647869304453151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/8838647869304453151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/8838647869304453151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2008/07/red-deer.html' title='Red Deer!!!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-6567457446792271722</id><published>2008-06-10T15:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:23:46.134-03:00</updated><title type='text'>In the time of chimpanzees I was  monkey!</title><content type='html'>I am not living my life. For serious!! These past three months have been nothing but a roller coaster ride. And at the end of three months I am here thinking "wow what a ride that was!" But I'm not sure if my ride is over yet!!! &lt;br /&gt;I am moving to Red Deer this weekend. Should be good. I will be able to actually have a relationship with my boyfriend that I live with now but only see once a week. Seeing someone one day a week is super hard when its new. &lt;br /&gt;This whole not working is driving me nuts. It was my choice to take time off for a bit to find what I really wanted to do, then I was sick for a while, then Dan and I planned on moving and I wanted to head home for a bit so needless to say my getting back to work has been pushed back and pushed back some more. Once July comes I will be fine. I'll be working wherever, making money, and doing things that I love to do.&lt;br /&gt;I Am excited to get home for a bit. See the family and friends that I haven't seen in forever!! I will be making a trip to Halifax but I think it will be a quick one. Either way still excited.&lt;br /&gt; It's Miss Millars birthday this weekend, can't wait to go celebrate with her. I love that girl!! The only thing that sucks about moving to Red Deer is that I won't see her as much as I would like to but the move is only until September so I'm sure we can tough it out until then and RD is only two hours away!!&lt;br /&gt;Well that is my little update for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-6567457446792271722?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/6567457446792271722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=6567457446792271722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/6567457446792271722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/6567457446792271722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-time-of-chimpanzees-i-was-monkey.html' title='In the time of chimpanzees I was  monkey!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-7911831885879403859</id><published>2008-06-06T02:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T02:55:46.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Grasshopper and the Ant.</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, I was having a conversation about life with Dan and I told him about this story and how I thought it was how I've been living my life. He never heard about it. Actually I think he thought I just made it up. It was pretty funny actually if anyone was to overhear the conversation I am sure they would think I was nuts. I was saying things like, 'see I'm a grasshopper when I should be an ant! I don't want to be a grasshopper anymore.' LOL I meant to post this a while ago but I was too busy hopping around!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a field one summer's day a Grasshopper was hopping about, chirping and singing to its heart's content.  An Ant walked by, grunting as he carried a plump kernel of corn.&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you off to with that heavy thing?" asked the Grasshopper.&lt;br /&gt;Without stopping, the Ant replied, "To our ant hill.  This is the third kernel I've delivered today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why not come and sing with me," said the Grasshopper, "instead of working so hard?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am helping to store food for the winter," said the Ant, "and think you should do the same."  &lt;br /&gt;"Why bother about winter?" said the Grasshopper; "we have plenty of food right now." &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;But the Ant went on its way and continued its work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather soon turned cold.  All the food lying in the field was covered with a thick white blanket of snow that even the grasshopper could not dig through.  Soon the Grasshopper found itself dying of hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He staggered to the ants' hill and saw them handing out corn from the stores they had collected in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Grasshopper knew:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is best to prepare for the days of necessity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-7911831885879403859?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/7911831885879403859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=7911831885879403859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/7911831885879403859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/7911831885879403859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2008/06/grasshopper-and-ant.html' title='Grasshopper and the Ant.'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-6554998282837288720</id><published>2008-05-22T22:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:11:30.083-03:00</updated><title type='text'>30's</title><content type='html'>As I sit here with my cup of tea, listening to Royal Wood (whom I heard at the Sarah Slean show, Thanks again Christi!!), I can't help but look back at my 20's and also look ahead in my future. Man, my 30's came so quick. Yet, I'm not freaked out that they are here. Instead I am glad that they are here! A whole new decade of possibilities. Not sure why it seems full of possibilities but there is something about starting my 30's that makes me want to do more. Grow up maybe!! I have totally enjoyed my 20's to the fullest. I wish I was further in life career wise, but I am where I am meant to be. &lt;br /&gt;Lately life has thrown so many things my way. Some that really made me stop and think. What do I want, what do I need, and what I expect from myself. Part of me has always thought of what would other people expect me to do and well, in the end it's only me that I have to make happy and it's my life that I am living and I really need to start living it.&lt;br /&gt;So a sweet farewell to my 20's and a welcoming embrace for my 30's!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-6554998282837288720?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/6554998282837288720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=6554998282837288720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/6554998282837288720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/6554998282837288720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2008/05/30s.html' title='30&apos;s'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-782040497774673254</id><published>2008-04-22T22:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:59:06.104-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick post!</title><content type='html'>Just a little post to say what's up!! Not really much has changed since the last post. I've been under the weather so I haven't really made much progress on the job front. Boo!!&lt;br /&gt;Amy is going to be here next week. Super excited to see her.&lt;br /&gt;Um that's all i have!! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-782040497774673254?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/782040497774673254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=782040497774673254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/782040497774673254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/782040497774673254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2008/04/quick-post.html' title='Quick post!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-2937807023877928770</id><published>2008-04-14T18:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:25:51.740-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Calgary Zoo!</title><content type='html'>I went to zoo. I was so excited to go. Me and Dan were there for over two hours and still didn't see everything. I posted pics on facebook if anyone wants to check them out. We went early in the day so alot of the animals weren't really awake or moving around. Still all and all it was a great time. After the zoo we went to the driving range. Dan is a huge golfer so it was fun for the both of us. I like doing active things and so does he so it's working out just lovely. Starting to get settled in here to calgary. Finding my way around a bit more everyday. Hung out with Christi friday night. I just love her. Saturday her and I went to 17th Ave and had lunch. It's so nice there. Anyways. that's my story for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-2937807023877928770?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/2937807023877928770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=2937807023877928770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/2937807023877928770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/2937807023877928770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2008/04/calgary-zoo.html' title='Calgary Zoo!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-1352972504051282810</id><published>2008-04-08T12:03:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T12:10:41.620-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy I'm  a Slacker!!!</title><content type='html'>So it's been forever since my last post. Let's see so much has happened.... I decided to move to Calgary.. mike and I decided to end our relationship over a month ago due to my decision.. I finally got my car on the road... And now I am living in Calgary!!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my postings will be more frequent now that I have internet. That was part of the lack of post. &lt;br /&gt;   I am happy with my decision to move here. Hoping to find a job not in the service industry, although i say that all the time and then low and behold I am working in a bar!! lol.. I am super exicted to see Christi and Ryan. Yay! &lt;br /&gt;I like the place I live in. I am just close enough to walk downtown but far enough that it's a nice neighbourhood.  Can't wait until I know my way around tho!! Amy is coming out at the end of the month. Exciting!!! My car is awesome. I just love it. SO nice to have a car again!! Anyways that's my story for now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-1352972504051282810?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/1352972504051282810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=1352972504051282810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/1352972504051282810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/1352972504051282810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2008/04/holy-im-slacker.html' title='Holy I&apos;m  a Slacker!!!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-4446086255344306686</id><published>2008-02-17T16:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T16:36:02.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon!</title><content type='html'>I know i said i would have pics soon but i only get to use the internet after 5 and I work almost every night!! Working at the pub is going amazing. I love everyone i work with. Super nice peeps!  &lt;br /&gt;My boy is coming out here in 4 days. So excited!!! I have three days in a row off when he is here so I'm really looking forward to it. I only have one job now. I quit staples it was getting to hard to deal with the scheduling of the two. Staples was saying they would accomidate the other job but then go and schedule me for hours that i was working at the other job and still expect me to work it. It became a hassel and i grew tired of having to tell them over and over. I did give over a weeks notice of the bars schedule but that still didn't help. OH well it's done now. &lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to moving back to halifax this summer. &lt;br /&gt;Mike is going to be there and not Moose Jaw so that's exciting. I'm moving in with him too which makes it all the more better!!&lt;br /&gt;Any hoo just a quick little update. I will post more soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-4446086255344306686?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/4446086255344306686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=4446086255344306686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/4446086255344306686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/4446086255344306686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2008/02/soon.html' title='Soon!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-7390724418837681204</id><published>2008-02-04T01:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T01:48:13.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ticky Tacky</title><content type='html'>Life in fort Mac is getting better and better. I'm finding the people here are all sorta the same. Here for the same reason, looking for the same thing, and living the same kinda life.  Not that it's all bad.&lt;br /&gt; Little update on the whole job thing.. I quit boston pizza after being there for a 5 days I was still just bussin and hosting and not serving. I got a better job. That I love. I work at Pub. It's super nice. The atmosphere is like the bitter end but it's a pub. People I work with are awesome. The money I make is crazy. And the best part is that I work with someone from Halifax. Marci..I worked with her at the peel pub. Super girl, I'm so happy to be working with her again. I'v only been there for 3 days but I feel like I'm home when I am there. It's nice.&lt;br /&gt;I am still working at Staples only a few hours a day we'll see how long the two last!!&lt;br /&gt;In other news... Mary Rose is out here now.. Not sure if you guys know her. She's a wicked chick... Just got into Fort Mac today.. I haven't seen her yet but we're gonna hang out this week..&lt;br /&gt;I found Irving. We'll he found me... I was working last night and who happened to sit in my section.. He did. It was so nice seeing an old face from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 days until my hot man comes out to see me.. I miss him like crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-7390724418837681204?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/7390724418837681204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=7390724418837681204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/7390724418837681204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/7390724418837681204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2008/02/ticky-tacky.html' title='Ticky Tacky'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-2401167533773939324</id><published>2008-01-24T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T23:52:41.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fort Mac...</title><content type='html'>So I'm here, all settled into my new life for the next few months.. I arrived here on sunday and as of today. I have two jobs. I start one tomorrow at Staples as a cashier and Monday I start at Boston Pizza serving. I'm pretty pleased with my choices. Staple is days and BP is at night. Pay is right so I'm all ready to buckle down and work my butt off.  Both jobs know about each other and are pretty understanding about scheduling. BONUS!! lol Save Money is the plan. And I think I can do it pretty well. It's easy to save when you don't really know anyone to go out with. And knowing that I am only going to be working like this for a few months is awesome.  I am staying in a room which is like my own little apartment. Bed, Cable tv all that jazz.. I will post pics in the next couple of days of what it's like out here so far. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-2401167533773939324?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/2401167533773939324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=2401167533773939324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/2401167533773939324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/2401167533773939324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2008/01/fort-mac.html' title='Fort Mac...'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-1283158432822287600</id><published>2008-01-15T08:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T09:29:52.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Days!!!</title><content type='html'>I move in 4 days!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-1283158432822287600?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/1283158432822287600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=1283158432822287600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/1283158432822287600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/1283158432822287600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2008/01/4-days.html' title='4 Days!!!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-2179049332268214094</id><published>2008-01-07T11:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:30:26.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Randomness Batman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zma0hPNFRe0/R4JJg89uI0I/AAAAAAAAABg/ki6pMRfyY88/s1600-h/100_0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zma0hPNFRe0/R4JJg89uI0I/AAAAAAAAABg/ki6pMRfyY88/s320/100_0194.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152761754134913858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok first things first, I have to post this pic of me and the boy!! I just luv him!! lol &lt;br /&gt;wanna hear something so random?? I'm moving to Fort McMurray in 11 days! Yep. That's my new plan. I was offered a ticket from my momma and I am staying there with them. I am only going out for 4 months. That's the plan for now. Mike is going to come visit on his break and then come out in May right before I head back! It's kinda a different move and sudden but hey I can make money and that's what i need right now! &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my 2 month mark for not smoking!! whoop whoop!&lt;br /&gt;That'a all i got right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-2179049332268214094?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/2179049332268214094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=2179049332268214094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/2179049332268214094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/2179049332268214094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2008/01/holy-randomness-batman.html' title='Holy Randomness Batman!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zma0hPNFRe0/R4JJg89uI0I/AAAAAAAAABg/ki6pMRfyY88/s72-c/100_0194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-7969062994372694795</id><published>2008-01-01T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T19:17:04.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Look!</title><content type='html'>Another year is over and I really can't say that I'm sad to see it go. It started off with good intentions but that's how every year starts!! I'm going to take a moment and reflect on it and I guess your coming along with me!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned it's better to live on your own then with room mates!&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that home is always good to go back to even if it's just for a few months.&lt;br /&gt;Old friends are alway the best kind to have. &lt;br /&gt;I've learned moving away isn't always the best solution!&lt;br /&gt;I've learned I need to prepare more for the future. &lt;br /&gt;I've learned one of the hardest and sadest things you can do is let go of someone from your past but realize it's the best thing for you!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things that have happened in 2007:&lt;br /&gt;I had a wicked time with all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I was able to get home for a bit and enjoy my summer with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;Realized that things always have a way of working out!&lt;br /&gt;Peel Pub closed!! Yes this a good thing. Sucks that I lost my job but really it's making me think about what I need to do and I would still be there if it didn't. &lt;br /&gt;I have to assume that this is a blessing in disguise!!&lt;br /&gt;I have successfully quit smoking for 2 months!! I do have will power! Best gift I could have given myself! he he&lt;br /&gt;AND finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Mike. He's wonderful!  &lt;br /&gt;So i'm a little bit older then him, but I'm not the most mature 29 year old and he's mature for his age so it all works out!! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;He did the most cutest thing last night. Well two things actually! I was working and I had all intentions of texting him at 12 to say Happy New year but of course I was too busy to! When I finally checked my phone I noticed he sent me a message saying "It's 12 I'm sendin u kisses!!"      &lt;br /&gt; I worked until about 5 oclock then just came home and to my surprise he was all curled up in my bed. He wanted to surprise me and have me wake up with him on New Years!!  He had to work at 8 in the morning too so that just makes it even more sweeter that he put himself out to do something so sweet!!I don't know how I got him but I'll be damn if I'm gonna let him go!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with everything that happened and didn't happen I am going to predict that this year is going to be a great year! It's coming on the end of my 20's so I have to assume that my 30's are goin to even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for this year... besides trying to get into school, I'm just going to let life run it's route. Of course I'll have a say in some things but I think I'm going to take a super positive look at this year and just breathe! After all 2007 has shown me I am a strong woman that can over come rough times and still see that goods things are still to come!!&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a amazing new year!!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-7969062994372694795?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/7969062994372694795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=7969062994372694795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/7969062994372694795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/7969062994372694795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-new-look.html' title='New Year, New Look!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-185696971460533972</id><published>2007-12-24T11:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T12:00:54.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>Just want to send everyone a very merry christmas. I'm not in PEI again this year. My plans are pretty simiple. I'm going to go for Chinese food and then a movie with my brother Nick tomorrow. It's no turkey dinner but it will do just fine!! I'm looking forward it actually!! Hope everyone has an amazing Christmas and New Year filled with love and laughter!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-185696971460533972?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/185696971460533972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=185696971460533972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/185696971460533972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/185696971460533972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-3365673682543218032</id><published>2007-12-09T18:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T23:51:44.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobless!</title><content type='html'>it happened I have no job. Trying to figure out now what the hell to do. The owners closed the doors last sunday and it sucks. I was out everyday last week trying to find a job. Things aren't looking to good on that front. This close to christmas no one is hiring. I'm sure i will find something. I am trying to see this all in a positive way but its hard. That's my news. Not the greatest but what can I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-3365673682543218032?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/3365673682543218032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=3365673682543218032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/3365673682543218032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/3365673682543218032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/12/jobless.html' title='Jobless!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-3213506333835307716</id><published>2007-11-27T01:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T01:36:38.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress anyone???</title><content type='html'>There is something going on at my work and it's stressing me out. For the past two weeks we have been running out of liquor. The first week i was thinking that the owners just didn't know how much to order. Then the second week same thing happened. Then the bank machine was taken out, then the games that we had in there were taken out. So the bar is not being restocked with liquor and things are being moved out... HMMMM closing down maybe??? I am thinking one of two things. Either we are closing OR the place is being sold. I heard a rumor today that it's being sold. I wonder when all this is going to happen??? IF it is being sold is it going to stay the same? Am I going to be out of a job? I have started looking for work. I'm not crazy to wait it out. No one is hiring right now. I didn't mention anything before because I thought i was over reacting but now i have hit the high stress mark. I have my rent but christmas is coming and all my savings which aren't much is going to that. I have no idea what to think but the good thing is that I know... (checked with the labor board) ... that if they are closing they have to either give us two weeks notice or give us two weeks pay. And I work at least 80 hours a check so that is kinda reassuring. Still sucks tho. I just want to at least make to the end of January with a job. Just so I know i have some money saved but we shall see i guess. &lt;br /&gt;On a brighter side... I have hit the 3 week mark!!! 3 weeks and still no smokes. Yippie I am pretty proud of myself. Even with all this craziness!! That's all for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-3213506333835307716?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/3213506333835307716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=3213506333835307716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/3213506333835307716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/3213506333835307716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/11/stress-anyone.html' title='Stress anyone???'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-7130373703168565316</id><published>2007-11-19T02:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T03:06:29.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging time!</title><content type='html'>So I have come to grips with the fact that I am horrible at this whole blogging thang lately. Sorry but man I hardly have time to think lately. This past week has been Retardedly busy with work. I think i put in over 50 hours this week alone. I'm starting to feel a little burnt out but I must look on the bright side. 4 more days and I am off for two days!! Whoo hoo. &lt;br /&gt;I am closing every night this week (same as last week) so it's not hard for the hours to pile up. I am so tired right now tho. I am applying for NSCC this week so that's exciting. Hopefully I can get my shit together and get in the course. &lt;br /&gt;Hmm what else is new. Everything is pretty much the same from the last post. Man is still good. Don't see him very much but with all the hours I'm working it's kinda hard too! I'm not complaining tho. We try to make one good night a week. Either going to the movies or just bumming around the house eating junk food. &lt;br /&gt;Here's a little bit of imformation that some of you might not know. I wasn't saying anything for fear that it wouldn't last but I quit smoking. Yep, again. This time I have successful gone two weeks with no smoking!! Not even when I had drinks the other night. That's another thing I think is helping. Not drinking,that is. Every day I put money in a jar and its really starting to add up. I'm pretty proud of myself. I haven't killed anyone and am starting to feel pretty good!! &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's my story!! Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-7130373703168565316?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/7130373703168565316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=7130373703168565316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/7130373703168565316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/7130373703168565316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/11/blogging-time.html' title='Blogging time!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-8840619920605327804</id><published>2007-11-06T03:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T03:48:06.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OK!!</title><content type='html'>Hmmm. let's see... I still haven't heard back from the volunteer place and I haven't decided yet on a school. I can go to NSCC for the first year at the college in Dartmouth but the second year will either be online or i would have to relocate to Truro. I don't want to live in Truro. So i am looking at setting up a meet with the school to see more about it. &lt;br /&gt;I applied on friday to Il merchato. Hoping to get there. I hear that there is a girl leaving soon, so hopefully that will happen. I am now going to be working about 45 hours a week at the Peel. Sun nights, mon night, tues night, wed day and then bartending on Thursday nights. I will be having every Friday and Saturday off.  Pretty freaking sweet if you ask me. I get all the good nights and weekends off. Gosh I couldn't really ask for any better!! &lt;br /&gt;I am starting to be a bit better with my money. Looking to save a bunch to go towards school. I am thinking that i will be looking to go in September so that way i will have enough for tution and all that goes along with schooling.&lt;br /&gt;In other news I have been keepin a pretty busy life. My man is good. Still like him loads and today he bought me flowers!! No guy has ever bought me flowers!! I think he is a keeper!! I have today(tuesday) off and have tons to do. Boring stuff mostly..&lt;br /&gt;laundry and cleaning!! I was hoping to not have to go near work but i closed the resturant tonight and I don't think i did the cash right so i have to go in. But whatever I never closed the place by myself before so what do they expect!! i'm sure it will all work out tho!! Any hoo hope you all have a great day!! Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-8840619920605327804?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/8840619920605327804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=8840619920605327804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/8840619920605327804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/8840619920605327804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/11/ok.html' title='OK!!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-8914329996952676335</id><published>2007-10-24T03:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T03:54:41.309-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The good and then the bad!!</title><content type='html'>Monday ahhh, what a wonderful day. Woke up the sun was shining, everything seemed right with the world. I woke up early and went for sushi with Jillian. It was perfect, I kinda ate a bit too much but ummm it was good. I found a place that I am going to try to get into to volunteer at. It's called early intervention. It deals with children from birth to age 6 with disabilities and try to help them learn the right skills to help them in school. I'm really hoping I can get in there. I now have all the information from Dal for the course that I want to take. It's called Health and Human performance. Although, later this week I am going to catch the ferry to Dartmouth and see about Health service course at NSCC. That's a two year course rather then a 4 year. I am thinking that while volunteering they can give me some pointers on what would be the better place to go. Cross your fingers for me. I am getting in touch with the place tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;The rest of my Monday was perfect, hung out with Twyla, we went shopping for a bit. Well, she shopped, I browsed!! After that I came home did some house work and then before I knew it was time for Mike to come over and have our Monday night date!! We chill out and watch Prison Break and then my favorite show ever, Heros. Then when he left it was time for bed. Ahh what a perfect day!!&lt;br /&gt;Then today happened... I slept in way to late, which is never good when you have a ton of things to do and not enough time. I did my laundry, made my lunch and then it was time for work. Everything that could go wrong at work, did go wrong.... Kitchen kept screwing up my orders and was taking forever. Customers, as they should have, complained about it. Then they didn't tip me. This happened 5 times in a row. The bartender then yelled at the kitchen about the length of time for food, which made them then yell at me. Sucks when you are caught in the cross fire.. Then someone puked in the girls room so I had to clean it up. We were pretty busy, which i like, but the other girl i was working with didn't pull her weight. So I was working double time. Then at ten to two she is suddenly sick and has to go home. Leaving me with all the duties to do(that I asked her to do at 12 but no she did't do them) and still had to clean an entire restaurant. I am usually home and in bed by 230 on a Tuesday night but because it was just me I didn't leave the place until after 3. And I have to work in the morning. FUNNN!!! Ahh, what a night.. The good thing is tomorrow is another day. It can't be as worse as this one.. Right????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-8914329996952676335?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/8914329996952676335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=8914329996952676335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/8914329996952676335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/8914329996952676335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/10/good-and-then-bad.html' title='The good and then the bad!!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-6334515251712443658</id><published>2007-10-05T09:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T09:49:26.610-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to begin?</title><content type='html'>Things are still the same from the last post. Loving my lil place, got my bed in it now and it's starting to come together! My friend/second wife Twyla.. is staying with me for a bit while she is in Halifax. It's nice to have her here. She's working at the PP until she goes back to Scotland. We work opposite shifts expect for Sundays and Thursdays so it's working out well. She is only her for 3 more weeks then she off to do her travelling again. I've spent the last month couch surfing with her so I'm gonna be a little lost when she leaves! &lt;br /&gt;I woke this morning so early I still can't sleep in. It sucks but at the same time it's nice to get everything done! &lt;br /&gt;The only thing i am having some difficulty with is where to go to school. OK, I want to work with children with disabilities, like down syndrome and autism but i have no idea where to start. I am thinking that on Saturdays or one of my days off i am going to look into volunteering somewhere to kinda get me started. I was looking into Dal but i don't know if i need to spend 4 years in university for this or not. I am going to make an appointment there to speak with a career counselor and find out my options. I just wish i knew some who already went to school for this and give me some suggestions. But yeah that is my game plan for now. I need to get the ball rolling!! If anyone has any ideas for me that would be wicked. That's my story for now. I hope everyone has a wicked weekend and happy thankgiving!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-6334515251712443658?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/6334515251712443658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=6334515251712443658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/6334515251712443658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/6334515251712443658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/10/where-to-begin.html' title='Where to begin?'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-6589753294779740885</id><published>2007-10-01T20:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T20:36:00.671-03:00</updated><title type='text'>In my apartment!!</title><content type='html'>Ok so let's see. Right now I am sitting in my cozy little apartment. Finally a night to just me and my music and a cup of tea. Things seem to really be coming together for me. I now have a home, a job which I am making money at and finally I feel like myself. &lt;br /&gt;I was driving across the MacDonald bridge the other day and thought "this feels like home.. I love my Halifax!" funny a little time away and I'm in love with this city all over again. &lt;br /&gt;The place I am living in is seriously a 2 minute walk from my work. It's perfect for me. I am getting my bed in it tomorrow. The person who lived here last left a little fold out couch, coffee table and end tables for me. Sweet eh? Something I don't need to buy. I do need to get the little things tho like window treatments and stuff to decorate but that will come with time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also dating a super sweet guy. His name is Mike. Super cute too! I don't how I got him but i did so I'm not complaining! haha. That my update for now. I think I am just going to spend the night just chillin with myself. I haven't one day with no people around me in a month. So this is a much need night!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-6589753294779740885?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/6589753294779740885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=6589753294779740885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/6589753294779740885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/6589753294779740885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-my-apartment.html' title='In my apartment!!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-8308286850677494576</id><published>2007-09-24T17:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T17:35:23.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Still looking</title><content type='html'>As it stands right now. I am still looking for that apartment. I was looking at one and  liked it but i didn't get it. I seen one today and ohhh it is sooo perfect for me. I really really want it. I'm filling out the application tonight so pray that i get it. Other then that things are going really well here. I love my job again, I love my friends and halifax is just treating me good!!! that's all i have right now!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-8308286850677494576?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/8308286850677494576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=8308286850677494576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/8308286850677494576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/8308286850677494576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/09/still-looking.html' title='Still looking'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-8368265908269218522</id><published>2007-09-16T15:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T15:47:13.147-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Flip flopping around, WAIT i just hit the ground!</title><content type='html'>Ok so here I go again.. Plans changed again. this is it tho, no more changing, this time is for real.&lt;br /&gt;  You ready for this??? I hope i am!! haha. I am staying in Halifax. After a phone call with my father and step mother that made me stop and think, I have come to the conclusion that I need to grown the f up and pick a place to plant my feet, continue my education and get a real grown up job. Calgary can wait..&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking everything out. From what I would be doing out there and what i would be doing here. I weighed the pros and cons and Halifax won. The plans for Calgary were constantly changing and with my luck i would get out there with no idea of where i was staying. &lt;br /&gt;So i am back working at the peel. Trying to find and apartment and I am looking for places to volunteer( more on this later)&lt;br /&gt;i do want to go back to school and i would do here in halifax and not in calgary, just for cost wise so with everything i have thought about this is final decision. &lt;br /&gt;Me back in halifax again....whooopie!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-8368265908269218522?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/8368265908269218522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=8368265908269218522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/8368265908269218522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/8368265908269218522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/09/flip-flopping-around-wait-i-just-hit.html' title='Flip flopping around, WAIT i just hit the ground!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-1150778743859580541</id><published>2007-08-25T15:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T16:13:31.379-03:00</updated><title type='text'>It's later.</title><content type='html'>Life has given me lemons and my lemonade is tasting very bitter!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... First thing. I got a laptop. YEAH!!!!! I got it for 75 bucks how sweet is that. It's not new but it does the trick. &lt;br /&gt;That is my highlight. &lt;br /&gt;In other news. Not sure what's going on with me and mark. He is finding it hard to deal with me talking about calgary and not being here. Now that it's getting closer to me leaving it's kinda consuming my life. Where I am going, where I am going to stay, what I am going to be doing. You know things that I have to deal with. I can see his point, hard to be happy for the person your with when it means they are leaving you. &lt;br /&gt;I was going to use his truck to get my stuff out of storage but as of this morning I don't think that is an option.This means me having to rent a truck. Which in turns means more money to dish out. Feck!&lt;br /&gt;I feel really bad about the whole situation. I really like him, he's sweet, funny, gets my jokes and treats me like gold. But I can't stay for a guy. I did that with Robbie for years and look where that got me. I am looking forward to going away and kinda feel bad that I am so excited about it. Does this make me a bad person? &lt;br /&gt;Not sure where I am staying when I get to calgary. Michelle hasn't responsed yet and am hoping that I can stay there for a few days. Crystal mentioned that Craig is out there so maybe I can hook up with him for a day or two. I am trying to find a place from here but it's hard.How did everything go weird??? I'm sure I will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;I meet a guy the other day at work. His wife and him are here in pei for a wedding and I served him and we got to talking and he may be giving me a job out in Calgary. He is a senior recuiting consultant for a company based out of Toronto and they are looking for people in Calgary. He was asking about my schooling and I mentioned that I took accounting so now on wednesday I am sending him my resume. Really nice guy. I checked out the website that was on the card and everything seems cool. They have been in business for 25 years so that must say something. It's accounting for a construction company out there. We shall see. Anything helps.&lt;br /&gt;I have today and tomorrow off. Today I have been weeding trying not to be upset over the whole mark and me thing but it was bound to happen. Next two works I am doing doubles everyday hopefully i can buckle down and make some money. Three weeks is going to fly by!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-1150778743859580541?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/1150778743859580541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=1150778743859580541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/1150778743859580541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/1150778743859580541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-later.html' title='It&apos;s later.'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-9138605768649885670</id><published>2007-08-23T22:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T22:42:04.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Not hard to tell it was summer!!</title><content type='html'>So I was looking at my blog and pretty much I have only made two posts. Holy cow batman. That's not good at all!!!&lt;br /&gt;So right now this is where I stand. I am planning phone tag with Michelle trying to get a place to stay. Christi is not going to be around. Crappy but she has to work. I'm sure we will still meet up at some point. Marci wants me to move to Fort Mac. Unsure of that as of now but it's an option. &lt;br /&gt;Iam looking renting a room until I find an apartment but I don't know the good parts of town. SO hopefully by the end of the month I will have a better idea of what the hell is goin on. I do know that I will be in calgary on the 15th so this better all come together soon.!!&lt;br /&gt;Next thursday I am heading to Halifax for the night to get my stuff out of storage. My bro is taking most of it so that helps out and saves me 100 a month!! Saaa weeet!!&lt;br /&gt;More later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-9138605768649885670?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/9138605768649885670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=9138605768649885670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/9138605768649885670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/9138605768649885670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/08/not-hard-to-tell-it-was-summer.html' title='Not hard to tell it was summer!!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-3196469019942914075</id><published>2007-08-10T11:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T11:36:07.687-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Awhile since the last one!</title><content type='html'>It's almost been a month since the last post. That's pretty nuts. I have been mostly working. Haven't seen really anyone. Which sucks because that is the main reason that I was looking forward to coming home. Ah well. shit happens. I haven't save one penny yet either. I'm not really sure how that happened!! haha. Oh yeah I know its hard to save money when you aren't really making any, and trying to play catch up with your bills. &lt;br /&gt;I did go to evolve this year. I did have fun but i think i am finally done with festivals!! it cost alot of money! The funnest part of the trip was spending the night in Halifax. Oh i miss Halifax. I'm starting to really look forward to leaving PEI again. Not sure of the exact date but soon. Like less then a month soon!&lt;br /&gt;   I received some bad news yesterday. My grandfather passed away. It sucks. It's one of the those things that you know is going to happen but you just don't believe that it will. I am heading to NS on saturday(tomorrow) for the wake and funeral. I'm upset about this but i know that once i see my dad and Nanny it will be much more real and upsetting. &lt;br /&gt;Well that's about all i have for right now. Not the most uplifting post but I needed to make one. Oh yeah in other news. I quit smoking 4 days ago and pretty sure that I am the biggest bitch i know today. I don't know if i can do this considering everything. but I'm trying so that's all i can do right??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-3196469019942914075?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/3196469019942914075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=3196469019942914075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/3196469019942914075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/3196469019942914075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/08/awhile-since-last-one.html' title='Awhile since the last one!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-8108474588604461003</id><published>2007-07-11T09:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T09:40:04.337-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PEI Summer.</title><content type='html'>So PEI eh? Hmmm. Well i am working now . That's awesome. I work at the Dundee. Hopefully I can get caught up on somethings now!! I have been getting up everyday at 5 to be to work for 6. I didn't think my body would allow me to do that but I guess I surprised myself. Needless to say I have been laying low now and trying to get some sleep. Which is good I wanted a summer where I didn't go out and now this is a sure fire way to do that. I have to remember my plan!!! haha. Well not really much to say right now. Just a little update!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-8108474588604461003?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/8108474588604461003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=8108474588604461003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/8108474588604461003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/8108474588604461003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/07/pei-summer.html' title='PEI Summer.'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-8145284978002026685</id><published>2007-06-11T15:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T15:59:35.251-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week of work!!</title><content type='html'>So i am on my last week of work and I am both excited and sad. Sad to leave everyone here but happy that this summer is going to be different. I am home next wed. The 20th. Everything is coming along very well. The only thing i need now is a job. So if any of you over in PEI know of any serving or bartending jobs let me know. Ekk this week is going to fly by!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-8145284978002026685?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/8145284978002026685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=8145284978002026685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/8145284978002026685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/8145284978002026685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/06/last-week-of-work.html' title='Last week of work!!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-3320139977238266729</id><published>2007-06-02T15:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:17:22.725-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time</title><content type='html'>So it has been a while since I made a post. Here's the scoop. I gave my noticed at work  the other day. I am going home to pei for the summer to save money and decided what I want to do then. I can't believe I did that. I'm sure the summer will be awesome in PEI I just know I am going to miss the friends that I have here like crazy! So to all you PEI people look out I am coming home!! My last day of work is the 20th and I think I should be home in PEI on the sunday to follow. Ekk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-3320139977238266729?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/3320139977238266729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=3320139977238266729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/3320139977238266729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/3320139977238266729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/06/long-time.html' title='Long time'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-8175113243140688646</id><published>2007-05-08T23:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:30:27.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Day off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zma0hPNFRe0/RkEvMqm4rCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iekO15WiszU/s1600-h/lisa+and+I+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zma0hPNFRe0/RkEvMqm4rCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iekO15WiszU/s320/lisa+and+I+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062379350783470626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zma0hPNFRe0/RkEvM6m4rDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bZiqGSNUNn0/s1600-h/biking101+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zma0hPNFRe0/RkEvM6m4rDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bZiqGSNUNn0/s320/biking101+041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062379355078437938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zma0hPNFRe0/RkEvNam4rEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PbovzYVLMyQ/s1600-h/biking101+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zma0hPNFRe0/RkEvNam4rEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PbovzYVLMyQ/s320/biking101+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062379363668372546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been by far the best day off I have had in awhile. It was a beautiful day out and Crissy and I decided to go to the lake. Hiking through the woods with Silver and trying to get her to swim was the best idea in the world. After the whole hiking experience, we sat down for some mussels and salad. Umm. so good. After dinner we showed the apartment to a lady, who was already here to see the place but wanted to see it again. And she said that she was going to tell the Landlord that she wants it. SO, I am thinking that stress be gone  my place is rented. But I am still showing it to people because until a lease is signed I am not crossing anything off right now!! Better safe then sorry. Speaking about Safe. I decided that a bike ride was in order. So Crissy and I hopped on the bikes and went cruising. Too funny. We took some wicked pics. Which can all be seen on face book but for those of you who don't have it here are some pics of my day!! Hope everyone else had a wicked day too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-8175113243140688646?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/8175113243140688646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=8175113243140688646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/8175113243140688646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/8175113243140688646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/05/sweet-day-off.html' title='Sweet Day off.'/><author><name>Alissa</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zma0hPNFRe0/RkEvMqm4rCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iekO15WiszU/s72-c/lisa+and+I+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-7978140371482777218</id><published>2007-05-06T20:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T20:16:13.581-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress, who wants some?</title><content type='html'>I'm totally stressed to the max right now. Let's see... need to rent this place, need to figure out what I am doing for the summer, turn 29 soon and not anywhere where I thought I would be in my life, and well I am broke and want a new job but need to figure other things out first. My head is tried and my mind has run off some where. I feel like crying, screaming and banging my hands and feet on the floor. Ahh, wouldn't it be nice to throw a tantrum right now! haha. I'm sure I will wake up tomorrow feeling better. One bad day down, hopefully it will be followed by two good ones!! That's my vent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-7978140371482777218?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/7978140371482777218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=7978140371482777218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/7978140371482777218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/7978140371482777218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/05/stress-who-wants-some.html' title='Stress, who wants some?'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-8072366355100899132</id><published>2007-05-03T11:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T11:41:54.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe emails aren't so good!</title><content type='html'>The state of my apartment is that it did not rent. I am here in  it for another month or until it's rented. The aggrement was that we were all going to move out. If it did not rent we would all be responsible for the rent, even tho the lease only has mine and sarah's name on it. It didn't rent and now it is the 3 of May and yesterday I get an email from Sarah saying that she is not paying the rent. Hmmm, Thanks?? Not only did I not see this coming but she didn't even call me, she  sent an email.  I am not a hard person to get along with, Heads up would have been nice. She stated that she is going to pay the phone bill and then we can keep the damage deposit as her rent. Well this would have been fine had I have known before rent was due. I don't think I have ever been so frustrated that someone I live with couldn't even call me. On top of that the phone and internet is in her name which she is turning off. It's fine. I expected that, the only thing that sucks about that is the ads I have out have the house number on it and now they aren't going to be able to call.  Ahh, life it's a mother fucker!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-8072366355100899132?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/8072366355100899132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=8072366355100899132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/8072366355100899132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/8072366355100899132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/05/maybe-emails-arent-so-good.html' title='Maybe emails aren&apos;t so good!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-2324978094151354997</id><published>2007-04-25T12:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T12:46:05.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>I create my own reality. If this is so then I have a lot of work ahead of me. They say that we do what we do because we are addicted to the way that we feel when we get the results. IF you are unhappy with your life it is because you are use to and like feeling that way. Hmmm, I would beg to differ but it just makes sense. It is harder to change your thinking then it is to just go along with what you are use to. You know the results, you are use to the outcome and know how to deal with the feelings that come from those results.  No I haven't watch the secret. I watched What the Bleep!! haha.SO when I say "they" I am meaning the people from that movie. Quantum Physic, pretty crazy stuff but very interesting. On the other hand, I am going to watch the secret, probably tonight. Oh then I am sure I will be posting some positive deep insights! LOL. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing really to talk about. Last week kinda nuts. Got to see the girls. Awesome time. I don't think us 5 ladies have been in the same room in a very long time. I miss it. I love how we are all the type of ladies that can not see each other and then pick up right from where we left off. I truely feel blessed to have these ladies in my life!! &lt;br /&gt;I think my apartment just may be rented, I will know at 3 today. Cross your fingers for me!! Then it will be a whirlwind of packing and figuring out what the hell I am doing! I will be fine tho. I always am!&lt;br /&gt;Umm what else? Hmmm, guess that's all I have. Hope you are all enjoying the sunshine, I know I am! Already have my first sunburn of the summer! It's going to be a wicked one this year. I can just feel it!!  Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-2324978094151354997?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/2324978094151354997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=2324978094151354997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/2324978094151354997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/2324978094151354997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/04/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-5666937402280966057</id><published>2007-04-17T12:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T12:51:45.102-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected!</title><content type='html'>SO this past weekend has been the most random week. Starting with last tuesday. I went with Tammy to the peel for a drink. One drink turned into oh way too many. I stayed at Tammy's and then facebooked people at 3 in the morn. Haha. Wednesday I worked and then ran into some friends from PEI. Ended up at the dome with them where I proceeded to do a few Jagrbombs.They paid for everything which was deadly. I got home at 4 without my jacket and my keys. Had to wake my bro up to get in the house. How embarassing. But I did get my jacket back the next day tho. So it's all good. Worked Thursday, horrible night but did alright money wise. Friday, I went on a date. We went to the spilt crow had a few drinks there and then he took me to a hockey game.(I never been to one before so this is why we went) After the game we went for dinner at the Plum and then headed to the Sea Horse. My friend Katie was home from Costa Rica so we all had drinks there and then we ran into my friend Jerry who wanted to go to Reflections. We all headed down there. I don't think I have had that much fun on a date before. I danced most of the time we were at reflections. Loved it. Saturday, went out with the girls for dinner and headed to the Pogue. So packed there, not really fun when everyone is banging into you, so I left early. Sunday, C-mac's last night of working there. Drinks after work lead me and Ali to let Sacha know just how bad things are at our work now. It felt good to let him know but at the same time unsure of how things will go now. Last night Nick came over to hang out. It was nice. I have seen him every day since Wednesday. Weird. He says he's smitten with me. haha. I don't know about him. Kinda a crazy guy but I never had someone treat me so good. I'm not saying any more for fear of jinxing everything. Today I have to go to the Shoe to meet up with Katie and Ali but before that Nick is making me dinner.  So although it seems like I am on a huge bender there was just no way around it, friends in town and all. I don't ever go out like this so I don't mind for right now. I know that tonight will be the end of it. Work is getting busier right now because of Hockey and I can't work on half a brain! yeah so that's my story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-5666937402280966057?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/5666937402280966057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=5666937402280966057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/5666937402280966057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/5666937402280966057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/04/unexpected.html' title='Unexpected!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-4988809528855962635</id><published>2007-04-09T15:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T15:55:39.381-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ME DAY!</title><content type='html'>After a stressful weekend of work, not making money, people skipping out on their bill, and dealing with drunken assholes, I decided that today shall be my day. I woke up feeling overwhelmed from the weekend wondering if the oil will last until tomorrow or Thursday (that's when we are getting it, odd time frame eh?) and was unsure of really what to do. This past month has ruined me and I don't have any money like I ususally do and well basically I decided to say screw everything and treated my self to lunch. I went to Cousin's resturant grabbed a cute little window seat and searched the paper for prices on apartments and looked for a new job.  It's very rare that I go out to eat by myself but I was in the mood for it. Sometimes no company is great company. The services is, well, basically no service. The lady took my order, dropped off my food and I didn't see her again until I went to pay. Usually this would have bothered me that she totally ignored me but it was great today! haha. After lunch I took myself to Arizona Tanning. Ahh nothing like 10 mins in heat to totally revive yourself. I love the heat! I am pretty sure I burned parts of myself that should never get burned! lol Following the tan I went to Tims' got myself a lovely large tea and then came home. And wouldn't you know it, I won a coffee. I'm unsure of what I will do with myself tonight. There's a possiblity that I may be going out with Kris but we shall see.  Considering that I am on very limited funds it might be better if we wait until the weekend. That's my story. Hope everyone is having a wicked day as well!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-4988809528855962635?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/4988809528855962635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=4988809528855962635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/4988809528855962635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/4988809528855962635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/04/me-day.html' title='ME DAY!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-7182276259847946924</id><published>2007-04-03T22:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T22:58:29.160-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this.</title><content type='html'>My new favortie video for now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/abGQ_ehWm2Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/abGQ_ehWm2Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-7182276259847946924?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/7182276259847946924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=7182276259847946924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/7182276259847946924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/7182276259847946924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/04/check-this.html' title='Check this.'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-282064449683963677</id><published>2007-04-02T12:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:46:40.859-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No title</title><content type='html'>While sitting outside on this beautiful day, having a cigarette, feeling the warm sun on my face, my mind did what it often does and started to wonder and ponder.  Thinking things like what am I doing here, where am I going  and why do I spend most of time thinking of things like this. As I was sitting there thinking, a mother and her two young daughters, probably no older then 4,  walked down the lane. I could hear them before I seen them. The little girls running down the lane laughing and the mother was just taking it all in. The oldest of the two girls started to explain to the younger one that the lane was really a giant mudslide and they had run down it so not to get covered in all the mud. Then she looked to mother and said " Momma, look out for the mud, we're on a giant landslide, Can you believe it?" The mother responded with "oh dear!, I can't believe it!"  I sat there and giggled for a bit. Sometimes I wish I could just be little again, you know when the biggest problem of the day was what toy you were going to play with, when a walk was an adventure and not a chore, when I used my imagination for entertaining myself when alone and mostly not being afraid of saying whatever, whenever. Funny, I can remember being young thinking that I couldn't wait until I was older, having the freedom to do whatever. And now I am older and seriously most of the time I just feel lost searching for that something that I don't even know what it is! I am aware that I am putting alot of pressure on trying to figure it all out and it will happen when it happens. So for now I should just probably enjoy the mudslide!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-282064449683963677?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/282064449683963677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=282064449683963677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/282064449683963677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/282064449683963677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-title.html' title='No title'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-1174660718135679307</id><published>2007-03-23T18:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:30:28.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>These little men make me happy!!</title><content type='html'>Ahh my little men. First is Connor being as cute as ever! These were all taken at the airport on Thursday when Crissy and Terran were going to Nfld. I was able to hang out and see them off and hang with my little Connor!! The pic of the wishing well sort of thing was a huge hit with Connor and I am pretty sure half the money you see there was mine. It's way too hard to say no to him! The third pic down is how Connor poses. He was shouting "aunt lisa take of pic of this." He said that and then did million different poses, all with his tongue hanging out!! ha ha The last is my not so little newphew Terran. Who is now taller then me and 13 years old. He has hit that too cool for smiling in pics stage! Oh jesus where does the time go eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zma0hPNFRe0/RgRKwJ7m3FI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yLmb2Tb2Y1k/s1600-h/Apartment+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045239673721904210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zma0hPNFRe0/RgRKwJ7m3FI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yLmb2Tb2Y1k/s320/Apartment+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zma0hPNFRe0/RgRKwp7m3GI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zKZ5uL5-GNw/s1600-h/Apartment+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045239682311838818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zma0hPNFRe0/RgRKwp7m3GI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zKZ5uL5-GNw/s320/Apartment+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zma0hPNFRe0/RgRKxJ7m3HI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QZTkfk0_SmU/s1600-h/Apartment+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045239690901773426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zma0hPNFRe0/RgRKxJ7m3HI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QZTkfk0_SmU/s320/Apartment+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zma0hPNFRe0/RgRKF57m3EI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eC6ZnYM-SYs/s1600-h/Apartment+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045238947872431170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zma0hPNFRe0/RgRKF57m3EI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eC6ZnYM-SYs/s320/Apartment+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are two men in my life that I just love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-1174660718135679307?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/1174660718135679307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=1174660718135679307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/1174660718135679307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/1174660718135679307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/03/these-little-men-makes-me-happy.html' title='These little men make me happy!!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zma0hPNFRe0/RgRKwJ7m3FI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yLmb2Tb2Y1k/s72-c/Apartment+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-1653788503720307182</id><published>2007-03-12T12:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T12:31:15.133-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals for me!</title><content type='html'>I figured it all out. I am in lack of goals. I am not looking forward to anything because sometimes i feel like I have nothing to look forward too.&lt;br /&gt;Here is one goal I am going to do. I am going to Calgary. No, not to live but to visit. You know see what all the hoopla is about. I am not going to get an apartment for may. I was thinking and may is only a month long (yes, just like everyone month is! he he), and well i can just crash at random places for a month. Then come June I will take my little vaction out west and Viola. There is my goal. Now I am thinking about the possiblites of work and that's still an undetermined factor. &lt;br /&gt;Last night I received a lovely phone call from Cricki. I think we spoke for almost two hours. I wasn't really sure of the time of the call. It was wicked hearing from her. She is partly the reason that I woke up today and was like "you know what I am going to go out there and see her"  So thank you cricki. &lt;br /&gt;I need to get my day going. I am starting the gym today and i think I am suppose to be there in like an hour. I better get going. I will post more in the next day or two!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-1653788503720307182?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/1653788503720307182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=1653788503720307182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/1653788503720307182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/1653788503720307182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/03/goals-for-me.html' title='Goals for me!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-1620382160001834650</id><published>2007-03-06T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T12:33:09.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As time goes on I am getting worse and worse at this bloggin. Face book has become my new addiction but like most things i will tire of it within the next month. It will be like myspace where now i just sign in out of habit but then just sign right back out. Meh, what can you do.  Nothing really to post right now just posting for sake of posting I guess. I promise i will have more to say soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-1620382160001834650?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/1620382160001834650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=1620382160001834650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/1620382160001834650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/1620382160001834650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/03/as-time-goes-on-i-am-getting-worse-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-3519409178434603777</id><published>2007-02-26T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T11:23:12.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I want candy!</title><content type='html'>K, I don't really want candy. I think I have had my fill. For real.&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was ladies night. I spent the evening with the MacEachern sisters. We filled up on candy, chips and pop and then settled in to a night of girly movies. It was a pretty sweet night. I must say this, i never knew how much sugar effected me until I was trying to sleep. I wanted and was feeling pretty able to run a marathon. I was all jacked up on sugar and there was nothing I do about it!!&lt;br /&gt;We all got up early Saturday morning and headed to the Market. I haven't been to the market in forever. I kinda freaked out one of my friends who seen me there. His words." oh my god, I didn't know you could be up before 12. This is weird seeing you in day light. It almost seems wrong!"  Hee hee. I found that funny because usually i don't get up early, especially on a saturday! The market was good tho. I helped him buy a plant for a girl he is dating and then Tammy bought some Pepper jelly. Which surprising was really good.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was spent window shopping. I didn't really buy anything but man oh man did I ever want to.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was another night at Tammy's. We chilled drank a  few and then I finally came home. Werid not being home for the whole weekend but it was nice at the same time. Kinda like a little vacation.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a complete write off. I went to work early so I could get something to eat and had to start right away. I ended up working for oh, 12 hours. No breaks just working. My feet were killing me at the end of the night.&lt;br /&gt;Today, oh the what can the day hold. The possiblities are endless!! I am hoping to find a computer that i can upload my pics on to. My camera has 240 pics on it and this computer won't take them. Meh, I'm sure i will figure something out. Yep so that is my story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-3519409178434603777?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/3519409178434603777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=3519409178434603777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/3519409178434603777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/3519409178434603777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-want-candy.html' title='I want candy!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-854713574781434286</id><published>2007-02-20T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T18:34:02.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecma</title><content type='html'>So the weekend has come and gone. I had a blast but am glad it's done for another year. I haven't gone out like that in awhile. It was so much fun. I didn't take any pics tho. I can't upload any on to this computer anyways so it really wouldn't make that much of difference. Amy got some good ones tho. I think so anyways!!&lt;br /&gt;Spoke to miss cricki last night. I loves that girl. It was a great conversation. Umm not really much to post. I'm in kinda a weird mood right now so maybe i will post in another day or two when I have something uplifting to talk about. Head is full right now and nothing is wanting to come out!!! he he. later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-854713574781434286?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/854713574781434286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=854713574781434286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/854713574781434286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/854713574781434286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/02/ecma.html' title='Ecma'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-8460817759140611216</id><published>2007-02-14T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T22:32:57.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MEH!! MEH!! MEH!!</title><content type='html'>So another Valentines day or Load of crap day. Let's see on top of being single, my room mate gave her notice. I only made 20 at work and only worked for two hours and had only two tables the time I was there. Hip hip horray for valentines day. I'm not bitter tho!!!&lt;br /&gt;K enough bad mouthing this day on the upside, My Momma is here. Yah!! I loves my mom. It's nice to see her.&lt;br /&gt;that's my story.  Hope everyone is having a better day then I!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-8460817759140611216?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/8460817759140611216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=8460817759140611216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/8460817759140611216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/8460817759140611216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/02/meh-meh-meh.html' title='MEH!! MEH!! MEH!!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-117078526805801598</id><published>2007-02-06T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T14:07:48.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooh is me!</title><content type='html'>So my mood is pretty blah lately. All I do is sleep and work and sleep some more. I gotta kick this routine. Funny thing is after I make this post I am heading on up to my room for a nap!!&lt;br /&gt;In other news... Friday i went out with Alana and Dennis. It was a fun time! Saturday and Sunday I worked. Don't really want to talk about it. I wasn't in the mood for the weekend crowd so that's my story on that. Then monday I went to the dentist. Scary thing to admit but I haven't been to the dentist in years. But get this --- I still have no cavities. Yep haven't had one in my life and still don't. Whoo hoo. &lt;em&gt;I gots some good chompers up in here!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went over to the Lovely Miss Spragues place. Where Tasha read my cards. Holy crap batman it was freaky. This girl knew things that sent chills up my spine. She did Amys' first and I took notes for her and then she tooks notes for me.  It was nice seeing Tasha. I haven't seen her in years. Such a cool lady.  Dennis had also made this wicked soup. I am not a huge soup fan but this was delightful!! He's a good cooker!!&lt;br /&gt;So that is my past week. I am suppose to go for dinner with C-mac tonight but I really don't feel all that great, I hope I am not coming down with anything. Also, I didn't start at work today and I can't really afford to spend the money.  Maybe I will call him in a bit to let him know I am not going.&lt;br /&gt;K- this girl needs her nap. I feel like such an old lady!! hee hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-117078526805801598?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/117078526805801598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=117078526805801598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/117078526805801598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/117078526805801598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/02/wooh-is-me.html' title='Wooh is me!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-117020596439194914</id><published>2007-01-30T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T21:12:44.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doot doot doot.</title><content type='html'>I really don't have alot to post so this will be short and sweet. I worked Sunday, got wasted after work. I didn't mean too but i did. Needless to say I woke up monday morning thinking that the whole day was going to be wasted. But to my wonderful surprise I recieved a message from miss Sprague and we headed on out for some sweet sweet sushi. Mmmmm, sushi. I like the place we went too. You had to take your shoes off and sat on a comfy cushion bench thing. I liked it. SO, moving right along,  like ususal, we ordered way too much so we packed it up to go and head to the BE for some after sushi drinks and to hand the sushi over to the lovely Nadine. It was an awesome night out. We became giddy girls, had a joke go horribly wrong, but still funny to me, then a few free shots and then decided it was high time to head her on home. I ended up hanging out at Miss Spragues place for a bit and she downloaded some music on to my walk-man, I mean MP3 player. (sorry ames I had to throw that in there!!! hehe) I also met her room mate Dennis, who is a delight. Funny guy, full of stories.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I had such a nice relaxing night but  I think the company was the best part.&lt;br /&gt;Today I really didn't too much accomplished. I worked a bit on my painting until i got frustrated and pissy at it, did my laundry and that's about all. Kinda in a weird mood really. Not depressed, not happy, I'm just in between. Sometimes my mind is my own worst enemy. I have nothing to complain about but sometimes I just wish I had a super exciting life. I bore myself sometimes and don't know what to do about it!! Really I can't help feeling like there has to be more to life then this. I am just not feeling full filled. Know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt; Yeah so that's my story.  Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-117020596439194914?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/117020596439194914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=117020596439194914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/117020596439194914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/117020596439194914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/01/doot-doot-doot.html' title='Doot doot doot.'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116983928417383291</id><published>2007-01-26T15:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T15:21:24.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday comes so quick.</title><content type='html'>It seems that fridays are just sneakin up on my lately, not that it's a bad thing. Went out this week with Tammy and the girls from work. We went to see Grand Theft bus. Which was a pretty descent show. I some how ended up loaded and dancing at the dome. Well I know how it happened, I just wasn't really expecting it.  I had an amazing night out, it was full of laughs and dancing. What more could a girl ask for!&lt;br /&gt;Last night was Tywla's last night at work. So of course there was after work drinks. I think I left there at 5. They were all still there partying but I was being responsible for once and took off for home. Sometimes being the sober one is the smart choice!&lt;br /&gt;So again, it's friday, I just arrived home for working the day shift and am looking forward to a weekend of nothingness. I find it funny how i go out through the week but do nothing on the weekends!! Although, I am suppose to go out with Tywla but I don't know if I can bring myself to do it. I know she leaves this weekend  for 6 months but I need to be smart and spend my money wisely. Ahh, I wish I had a money tree in the backyard!  Just think of the possibilites. I could do anything really. Hmmm, too bad there isn't any around here!&lt;br /&gt;K - now i am just rambling on. SO, i hope you all have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116983928417383291?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116983928417383291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116983928417383291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116983928417383291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116983928417383291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/01/friday-comes-so-quick.html' title='Friday comes so quick.'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116952805615426832</id><published>2007-01-23T00:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T00:54:16.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Day.</title><content type='html'>I just heard that Robbie's father has passed away tonight. He phoned around 11 to let me know. So if you all (in pei) could do me a huge favor and please take care of my boy. I know that the wake is wednesday and i am going to try to get over but if I can't please make sure that he is ok. My heart hurts right now for him. These are the times when I wished I had a machine to transport me in an instance, I feel so useless being here when I know I should and want to be there for him.  I am sure he will appreciate all calls from you guys and those who don't live in PEI too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116952805615426832?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116952805615426832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116952805615426832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116952805615426832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116952805615426832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/01/sad-day.html' title='Sad Day.'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116880171589385181</id><published>2007-01-14T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T15:12:55.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Weekend ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/221509/Picture%20133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/523614/Picture%20133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/372560/Picture%20129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/790665/Picture%20129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i had the best weekend ever. Friday i didn't end up working so me and my sis went to walmart where I found the most ugliest pair of shades. I wore them around walmart with my side ponytail. (i did that cuz my sis didn't think i would do it). Turns out i really like the shades. Who would have thunk it!! up top is the pic of them Not a good pic but still love the shades!! Friday night i just chilled out at home.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I woke up, went shopping and had a bite to eat with Twyla. I had to do laundry so the family headed on down to the laundrymat. My bro never had a chicken shawarma, so we had to introduce him to it. He loved it.&lt;br /&gt;After laundry I suddenly felt creative. So I plunged myself into my canvas and low and behold a painting I actually like. (pic of it is up top) I am kinda proud of myself. Then this is where the fun began. Me and crissy started to play guitar hero. We have our own band. B4U. he he. I was the bass player and sometimes rythym guitar player. She was lead. We played that for about three hours. My finger hurt so bad come the end of it. IT's the best game in the world. You actually have a guitar that you play on. And you have to stum and it's almost like playing. We of course were also being huge idiots. We were breaking out all the wicked rock moves. I really wish sometimes I had a video tape of how crazy we are sometimes. Then again maybe I don't!!!&lt;br /&gt;So that was my weekend. Totally alcohol free. Which is a new thing I am doing. I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;I work tonight and then off for two days. Hopefully it will be busy so i can make some money!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116880171589385181?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116880171589385181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116880171589385181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116880171589385181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116880171589385181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/01/best-weekend-ever.html' title='Best Weekend ever!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116870901495110711</id><published>2007-01-13T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T13:23:34.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally an update!</title><content type='html'>Let's see, not sure what i have posted last but here is  run down of the new year of Alissa.&lt;br /&gt;I did quit smoking on the first. I lasted a week. Terrible I know. The thing is that I got home from PEI had a day off then worked the whole week. My mind was kept busy until the weekend. I then decided that I would go to Cape Breton with the girls. Who all smoke. So yeah I gave in and smoked.&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time partying in Cape Breton. I had a blast. Small town but still alot of fun. Made some new friends and got to see some old ones.&lt;br /&gt;This past week has flown by. I spent most of it working and trying to figure things out. Tryin not to spend money but I still having fun. I am waiting on  laptop that my friend is selling to me. I was suppose to have last weekend but for some reason he hasn't brought it in to me yet. I am sure he doesn't want to let it go yet. I just really want it tho.&lt;br /&gt;Other then that things are going ok with me. I can't really complain. I have spoken to Sacha about going to two nights a week. I just need out of my job but can't really leave it yet but that isn't until the end of feb.&lt;br /&gt;umm. let's see. yeah i am trying to get my shit together. Lots on my mind but nothing really that huge. I am trying to change my life but finding it hard. I have started running again, which feels like a million bucks. I am pretty much determined to be a hermit for the next month.  I think I need it. I will just paint and be a loser for a while. I am actually excited about it!! So needless to say my posts are going to be very lame from this point out. Or maybe not. One just never knows!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116870901495110711?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116870901495110711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116870901495110711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116870901495110711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116870901495110711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/01/finally-update.html' title='Finally an update!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116776385253880907</id><published>2007-01-02T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T14:55:25.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS!!!</title><content type='html'>It is that time of year again. Every year i say to myself "this year is going to be different." And for some reson I think it just might be. We are only two days into it but I have to be hopeful!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok so here we go My new years resolutions. The first one is the one that do every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;QUIT SMOKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! I am two days in now so we shall how long this last. Haven't wanted to kill anyone yet. IT's easy not to smoke when you can't smoke anywheres!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Second one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- work out more. I some how have gained 15 pounds and don't want it anymore. Back fat is not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Third one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- try to do more on my list of things to do. I'm not getting any younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Fourth one&lt;/span&gt;- lie.&lt;/strong&gt; Yep, this is going to be my entertainment. I am going to just bold face lie. Not the kind that will hurt anyone. just funny ones. Like if someone says "hey why are you late?" I will simply respond with "oh, i was just about here and then all of a suddened this bright light appeared and I found myself being sucked up into this huge ship. And I was screaming the whole time, 'OH NO I am going to be late for the party Why me, Why now?', it was horrible really. The got me all jacked up on mountain dew and made me dance around like a monkey. Which &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; mildly amusing cuz you all know how i love to dance like monkey.Anyways, I finally found a way back to earth and ran the rest of the way here. Man, sorry about being late but i did try!" See a lie like that is just entertaining really.&lt;br /&gt;So Happy new years everyone. I hope all had a wicked time. And good luck on your resolutions!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116776385253880907?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116776385253880907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116776385253880907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116776385253880907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116776385253880907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS!!!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116709197901826221</id><published>2006-12-25T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T20:12:59.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!</title><content type='html'>So this is christmas. Last night after work Crissy and myself went out for some Chinese food and then rent a crap load of movies. Spent most of last night doing that. I woke up nice and early this morning to play santa for me and my sista. Then went back to bed. It was nice. I woke up to her acting like  a little kid. She came into my room yelling "Santa came, lisa wake up santa came!!" It was funny. She had no idea I was going to do that. So that kinda made it feel a bit more like christmas.  We opened out presents and then made greasy breakfast. Nothing better. It's kinda a chill christmas day so it's been nice. Spent some of it on the phone talking to friends and family and the rest watching the Christmas Story and movies.&lt;br /&gt;I am suppose to go to some parties tonight but really just feel like chillin. I guess when you spend the whole day relaxing it's hard to get motivated to go out.  Who knows tho. I should go see some peeps just to get out of the house! My momma is coming over tomorrow so i can't wait to see her! I'm not going home for new years still unsure what I am going to do that night but I know i will end up doing something!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116709197901826221?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116709197901826221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116709197901826221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116709197901826221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116709197901826221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116688753216074638</id><published>2006-12-23T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T11:25:32.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no title</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's the little things that make you stop and think. I am not going home this year for christmas and  it's kinda bothering me. I know i'll be fine I just hate that I don't even feel like it's christmas. Yesterday, I was just finishing my shift and saying good bye  to the girls that were going home and wishing them a merry christmas when Jill pulls out this gift . She said it's not right that I am not going home again this year and I should at least have something to open on christmas day. That is the most sweetest thing I think anyone has done for me. I wasn't complaining that I wasn't going home and didn't make it known that it was bothering me. She was just being her caring self.  Anyways this for some reason made me cry.   I have offically become a girly girl.  Angela( a co-worker)  said that it was  like a hallmark moment! But it really moved me. She wasn't looking for a present in return, she just wanted me to have something. I kinda feel bad that I didn't get her anything but she said that she didn't do it to get a  gift she did it for me. I am truely blessed to work with amazing people like her. It really is the little things that matter the most sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116688753216074638?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116688753216074638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116688753216074638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116688753216074638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116688753216074638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-title.html' title='no title'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116682372243710770</id><published>2006-12-22T17:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T11:28:44.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurting heart</title><content type='html'>My heart hurts. This is the only way to explain how i feel . So much is going on lately, yet at the same time nothing is really going on. For starters, my friend Craig's mother just died on Wednesday. There is never a good time of year for this to happen but this time especially is not the greatest time. She was battling with brain cancer for a few years now and on sunday she slipped into a coma and pasted away on wednesday. My heart goes out to him.&lt;br /&gt;The other reason for feeling this way is that my heart has finally reached it's breaking point. I say this becuase I haven't spoken to ex since the last time I was home and tho I love the boy to pieces I know it is better that we aren't in constant contact. I miss him tho. But you can't help anyone that doesn't want to help themselves. I just don't want to know that I stood by and watched someone I loved become something I know they are better then. I walked by a guy the other day that reminded me of him, not they way he was before but, who he could become if he stays on the road he is on. I miss the boy that I onced loved and, really, in a huge way with out him I feel like I'm lost and missing part of myself. I know that this is really not the most upbeat thing to be posting right before x-mas but really I am not feeling christmas at all. I wish i did but i think there is too much and nothing going on all at the same time. Sorry if I brought anyone down with this post, just needed to get it off my chest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116682372243710770?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116682372243710770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116682372243710770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116682372243710770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116682372243710770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/12/hurting-heart.html' title='Hurting heart'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116662841955032611</id><published>2006-12-20T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T16:17:42.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics from saturday night!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/761643/Staffouting%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/130703/Staffouting%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/440342/Staffouting%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/682494/Staffouting%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/967328/Staffouting%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/48561/Staffouting%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/642818/Staffouting%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/698202/Staffouting%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/73622/Staffouting%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/659282/Staffouting%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/378565/Staffouting%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/395816/Staffouting%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/835221/Staffouting%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/150090/Staffouting%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/210404/Staffouting%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/599521/Staffouting%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/186565/Staffouting%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/64816/Staffouting%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/185993/Staffouting%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/291369/Staffouting%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116662841955032611?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116662841955032611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116662841955032611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116662841955032611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116662841955032611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/12/pics-from-saturday-night.html' title='Pics from saturday night!!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116658426132746814</id><published>2006-12-19T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T23:11:01.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Work work work</title><content type='html'>SO i really don't have anything to post. I have been working and will be working for the rest of the week. Right up until christmas. Oh good times for me. Kinda sad that i am not going home but who knows maybe for new years but then again maybe not. I really don't know what my plans are for the new year, so that's my story!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116658426132746814?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116658426132746814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116658426132746814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116658426132746814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116658426132746814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/12/work-work-work.html' title='Work work work'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116603550061306379</id><published>2006-12-13T14:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T14:45:00.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Parties!</title><content type='html'>So this last weekend is really a blurr. Went to slowcoaster on friday, Had a wicked time, as usual. Saturday- twyla was having a get together so i went there, then to the ale house and then the palace.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a working day.&lt;br /&gt; Monday was the staff party. I don't know what to say about it other then free drinks!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was messy but in a good way. No real drama went down which is always nice. I can't seem to find my camera. I know it is at the bar but where I am not sure. I have tons of pics on it so i will post them when i get it back.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday went out with ali for a bit just to get out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;I work tonight so today i am just taking it easy so far today.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my brother moved over on Sunday. True story... I was trying to show my brother around a bit on monday, we went to my work to eat, did some shopping and then decided to go to Bayers lake. Well on the way there I looked at the gas gauge and said aloud that we should get gas soon we are almost on empty. Then all of a sudden the truck starts to shake. Let it be known that it is rush hour and i am on the busiest street I can possibly be on. The truck is not almost empty, it is empty and we had just run out of gas.  We walked up to the irving to get gas and then walked back to the truck to put the gas in it. I was freaking. I wasn't sure if the truck would still be there when i got back but it was. It was a little embarrassing to have that happen but at least we know that the gas gauge is broken!! What a great first day for my bro in Halifax!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116603550061306379?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116603550061306379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116603550061306379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116603550061306379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116603550061306379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/12/holiday-parties.html' title='Holiday Parties!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116547446875620946</id><published>2006-12-07T02:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T02:57:28.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Blues!</title><content type='html'>So here I am again. Another wednesday night over with and nothing to look forward to but a crazy Thursday night. I really need to get in to see my doctor. I just don't feel right. Week after week I find my self more tired and weak then the week before. I don't know if it is work or if i am coming down with something and it's taking forever to really kick in. I know I have gone out on weekends but it takes alot to make me go out and when I am out I am not about to sit and whine about how I feel worn out. I make the best of my time when I am out and at work, it's better that way. You know maybe I am just worn out and need a vaction. I wish I could afford one! Monday was suppose to be my day off I was on call just in case they needed me and of course they did. So no day off.  Ahh well, I will just suck it up and keep going. Tomorrow is another day and could be full of great things. Who knows maybe i will wake up feeling totally new. It could happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116547446875620946?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116547446875620946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116547446875620946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116547446875620946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116547446875620946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/12/wednesday-blues.html' title='Wednesday Blues!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116526000741207748</id><published>2006-12-04T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T15:20:07.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>Have you looked outside yet? Shit man, it's snowin'!  I am kinda excited! This year i am going to make a snow man. Oh yeah! This weekend was a blast. Party at shep's and then crazy bus ride to the BE. Good times.  From there we went to rain and then to the Palace. I know twice in two weeks. What the hell? Anyways I enjoyed myself. Some pics are down below I did it in two postings cuz i'm weird like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116526000741207748?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116526000741207748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116526000741207748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116526000741207748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116526000741207748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/12/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116525888359488699</id><published>2006-12-04T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T15:01:23.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend up date!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/250176/DSC04784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/284223/DSC04784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/284570/DSC04782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/876156/DSC04782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/299704/DSC04778_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/29717/DSC04778_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/849357/DSC04777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/549331/DSC04777.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/481168/DSC04772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/869935/DSC04772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/882170/DSC04769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/657579/DSC04769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/894666/DSC04766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/295578/DSC04766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From top.. me and craig, Craig getting B-days slaps at the BE, Colin on the bus. I think he likes showing his ass, Could just be me tho!!!,  Craig on bus, Joey and Ashley on the bus!, Andrew and colin singing a little diddy called get on the bus! and last but not least the battle of the balds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116525888359488699?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116525888359488699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116525888359488699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116525888359488699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116525888359488699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/12/weekend-up-date.html' title='The weekend up date!!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116509834236429415</id><published>2006-12-02T18:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T18:27:44.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday night pics.. again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/79443/PEEL%20PUB%20Night%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/422/PEEL%20PUB%20Night%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/939047/PEEL%20PUB%20Night%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/149377/PEEL%20PUB%20Night%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/771701/PEEL%20PUB%20Night%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/726085/PEEL%20PUB%20Night%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/149374/PEEL%20PUB%20Night%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 14px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 5px" height="152" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/457107/PEEL%20PUB%20Night%20017.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/349248/PEEL%20PUB%20Night%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/85140/PEEL%20PUB%20Night%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/757373/PEEL%20PUB%20Night%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/610148/PEEL%20PUB%20Night%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a few of the pics from the Thursday night after hours crew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116509834236429415?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116509834236429415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116509834236429415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116509834236429415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116509834236429415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/12/thursday-night-pics-again.html' title='Thursday night pics.. again'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116509759886322502</id><published>2006-12-02T17:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T18:13:18.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday night pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/622145/PEEL%20PUB%20Night%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/505178/PEEL%20PUB%20Night%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/273413/PEEL%20PUB%20Night%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/812492/PEEL%20PUB%20Night%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/465402/PEEL%20PUB%20Night%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/409169/PEEL%20PUB%20Night%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/907133/PEEL%20PUB%20Night%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/217406/PEEL%20PUB%20Night%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/50945/PEEL%20PUB%20Night%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/940482/PEEL%20PUB%20Night%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116509759886322502?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116509759886322502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116509759886322502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116509759886322502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116509759886322502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/12/thursday-night-pics.html' title='Thursday night pics!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116490866237998910</id><published>2006-11-30T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T13:44:22.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chatty!</title><content type='html'>So yesterday must have been my day of talking! Went out for lunch with Bob. It was great. We talked about everything. Sometimes it great getting advice from someone you haven't seen in a while. We went to Maxwell's, not bad there. Went to work for about oh 4 hours! It's reallly slow on wednesday s now. Kinda sucks. Last night i had a wicked conversation with Cricki! Oh I miss that gal. I''m not sure how long we talked for but pretty sure she convinced me to go to Calgary. She made some good points about there and here, so now it's up to me to decide. One thing i am not good at making decisions! Anyways that's all i have for now. Working all night tonight and i am going to take my camera for some after work pics of the girls.  Just so everyone can see who I am talking about!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116490866237998910?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116490866237998910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116490866237998910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116490866237998910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116490866237998910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/11/chatty.html' title='Chatty!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116477243394554523</id><published>2006-11-28T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T23:53:53.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night Pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/821294/BitterEnd%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/325958/BitterEnd%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/186117/BitterEnd%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/162150/BitterEnd%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/164673/BitterEnd%20029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/762827/BitterEnd%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/606233/BitterEnd%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/839696/BitterEnd%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/447066/BitterEnd%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/508791/BitterEnd%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/549580/BitterEnd%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/366284/BitterEnd%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/17051/BitterEnd%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/1600/261998/BitterEnd%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7064/659/320/839200/BitterEnd%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These all the ones where people still look good. I don't think we need to see the really drunk looking ones!! Well I could post it but that would just be mean!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116477243394554523?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116477243394554523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116477243394554523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116477243394554523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116477243394554523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/11/saturday-night-pics.html' title='Saturday Night Pics!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116466203160311867</id><published>2006-11-27T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T17:13:51.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend!</title><content type='html'>So I had a pretty sweet weekend. Friday I just stayed in. I needed it. Saturday I had a really nice relaxing day, then went out with the spragues and the B E crew had a great time. Went to the Palace, ekk, but was only there for maybe half an hour, and then to the casino and then to Amys'. I lost money at the casino but lucky miss sprague won money. A hundred bones. The night ended great, Got some good ol' bonding time in with Amy. Sunday after very little sleep I went to work. Busy night but not a crazy typical sunday. Thank god. Stayed after work with the girls and Karl. Another night of laughter and cards. I won 50 bucks so I can't complain. I have pics from saturday night but i am going to post them in  bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116466203160311867?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116466203160311867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116466203160311867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116466203160311867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116466203160311867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/11/weekend_27.html' title='Weekend!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116439726558400001</id><published>2006-11-24T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T15:41:05.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 hours and going strong!</title><content type='html'>I have had another side hurting night with the girls. I don't know what I am going to do when I leave that place. Never have I worked somewhere where everyone got along so well. We all do stupid things and laugh so hard at each other it is ridiculous.  Last night i was at work until 630. Stayed over at ali's and talked and got everything we all needed to off ours chests'. I went to bed at 730 and was up for work at 1030. I don't know how I do it but there isn't going to many of these nights left so I am taking them in while I can. All of us girls are moving on in a few months and even tho I am going to love the change that my life will take I am going to want this part of my life back from time to time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116439726558400001?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116439726558400001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116439726558400001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116439726558400001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116439726558400001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/11/3-hours-and-going-strong.html' title='3 hours and going strong!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116418118068998310</id><published>2006-11-22T03:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T03:39:40.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nights out!</title><content type='html'>Okay so where do I begin. Umm let's see. It seems like I have been on  bender since friday. Went out friday night. Good times just the girls. Laughed my ass off. Saturday worked and aquired a stalker. Long story I don't really want to get into right now. Saturday night I watched the UFC which was alright in my books. Sunday I worked and then decided that it was a good idea to do 7 jagar bombs with some regular customers. Not a good idea at all. I went to the Dome with the boys and then to a house party. Who the hell took over my body this weekend I don't know!!&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, well not really since all the red bull I drank kept me up all night, anyways, woke up monday and went to see a psychic. Really interesting stuff. Knew stuff about me that someone shouldn't know. Personal things you know.&lt;br /&gt;Worked monday night. Thought I was going to die but I lived! Worked today, kinda lame but got a ticket to the goo goo dolls, so not a bad day at all.  Tonight I went out to the sea horse with the girls and then headed to the concert. Which was pretty sweet. I think I am in love with the singer but then again what woman isn't!! After that we all headed to the shoe shop where of course my ex was. But I am glad to say that it wasn't weird at all. I kinda like that i seen him. It made me realize that I no longer long him. Yay me! So after that we headed on to the ale house where I didn't really drink  cuz i was tired and really wanting my bed. This leads me to right now. I still want my bed but it has been taken over for the last two night by my little sis and her friend. Who were over to see the concert. I will talk more about that later. Right now I need my bed and I am settling for the couch. Boo urns!!&lt;br /&gt;So this is such a random post but I felt the need to do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116418118068998310?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116418118068998310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116418118068998310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116418118068998310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116418118068998310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/11/nights-out.html' title='Nights out!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116370036878042409</id><published>2006-11-16T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T14:06:08.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear that? It's the sound of me throwing in the towel!</title><content type='html'>So I gave my notice last night at work. Well not that I am leaving in two weeks but told Sacha that I will be done in the new year. I think it is time.  I love the people that i work with and for the most part that is the only reason that I am still there.  But i need more then that. I need to feel like I am contributing to something. I have no commitments here and this would be the perfect time to figure stuff out.  Not sure what exactly I will do come the new year but I have a funny feeling that I will no longer even be in Halifax. So unless I find a good job here or something happens out of left field then I will be moving on.  Kinda have a scared feeling right now. I am glad that I told him but am so unsure of what I will do. Sometimes you have to lose everything to find something, or so "they" say. But "they" say alot of things!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116370036878042409?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116370036878042409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116370036878042409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116370036878042409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116370036878042409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/11/hear-that-its-sound-of-me-throwing-in.html' title='Hear that? It&apos;s the sound of me throwing in the towel!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116360772228412458</id><published>2006-11-15T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T12:22:02.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So i did another thing!</title><content type='html'>Last night I was in a mood where I just wanted to feel like maybe I knew how to use my brain. So I called up the lovely miss sprague and borrowed some book from her. The Alchemist was the first one I seen so I sat my self in my comfy chair and started reading.  This was an amazing book.  I love books that make you stop and think about your own life. Like they actually make you see  things in another light. Really impressed with it. I could go on and on but I won't.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great night. I think I was finally relaxed. I always feel like I should be doing something and not just sitting around. I bore myself so easily too that I ususally just end up sleeping or going out.  Not last night. I was fine with doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I must say tho that after reading this book it got me to thinking. Sometimes, well most times, this is not a good thing. Any ways, the thought that popped into my mind was a conversation that i had with a guy that i was dating a long, long time  ago. His words to me where " You know sometimes I think I feel bad for you. I don't think that you will ever know what love is. You start to like someone and then you close off. If you never open up to a stituation you will never experience what you really want, like being loved." At the time of this conversation, I was really defensive. Kinda told him off. This was also right after I told him I didn't think we should see each other any more. So I thought he was being a dick.&lt;br /&gt;And really now that I think of it. He was probably right. I am sure that I will find someone who loves me. I'm not saying that. I just have this way about me. I am terrified to really open up to a guy, I don't want the rejection. I don't put myself out there and to be quiet honest I start to look for things that will justify me running from the relationship. If you look for only bad, you will only find the bad. The mind is  funny thing.&lt;br /&gt;Ok this posting kinda sounds depressing but I asure you that I am not. I know I will find love, happiness and all that good stuff. Just had a deep feeling for a bit and needed to vent it.&lt;br /&gt;I miss living with Woody sometimes for moments like these. We use to go into the living room listen to records, drink our tea in our pj's and just talk. It usually happened every sunday.  Talk about everything and nothing all in the same conversation. Our dreams, fears and realizations. It's  moments like that that make me miss home. I don't have someone here that knows me like that. Again not depressed, just remembering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116360772228412458?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116360772228412458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116360772228412458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116360772228412458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116360772228412458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-i-did-another-thing.html' title='So i did another thing!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116353273848669659</id><published>2006-11-14T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:35:40.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/1600/PEI%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/320/PEI%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/1600/PEI%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/320/PEI%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/1600/PEI%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/320/PEI%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/1600/PEI%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/320/PEI%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/1600/PEI%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/320/PEI%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/1600/PEI%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/320/PEI%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/1600/PEI%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/320/PEI%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/1600/PEI%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/320/PEI%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/1600/PEI%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/320/PEI%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wicked weekend home. Spent the night out with the guys and girls and then Saturday was my family day!! here are some pics for ya all to look at!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116353273848669659?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116353273848669659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116353273848669659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116353273848669659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116353273848669659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/11/weekend.html' title='The weekend.'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116309558177779506</id><published>2006-11-09T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T14:06:21.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PEI Bound!</title><content type='html'>Finally a weekend that i can go home. I can't wait to see everyone. Although i really should be spending the money to go but it is really the only time that I will be home in the next little while. Nothing all that exciting to type about right now. Just working and umm nothing else. I will post some pics from the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116309558177779506?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116309558177779506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116309558177779506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116309558177779506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116309558177779506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/11/pei-bound.html' title='PEI Bound!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116258872119765120</id><published>2006-11-03T17:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T17:18:41.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm!</title><content type='html'>The week has turned itself around nicely! Well, not a 180 but more a 90 degrees turn for the better. Worked most of the week. The landlord came to fix the stuff wrong with this place so that's a start! I made some money which is always nice. No walks out or really bitchy customers!&lt;br /&gt;Last night i stayed after work for chit-chat and laughs! I don't think i have laughed that hard in a long time. My stomache actually hurt from laughing so hard! Twyla is a riot and Nat the same. You put the two of them in the same room and you never know what is going to happen. There was some free style rapping going on, me and Ali singing so that Twyla could do her Axle Rose impression, and Ali leaving some halirious messages with her Russian voice she does!&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, good times! I don't think i could really explain it but you just had to be there!&lt;br /&gt;The only downer this week is that I took the car in to get checked out and it will cost me at least 430. + taxes to fix my brakes and that isn't including the wipers that don't work or the ball joints that are almost gone on the car. So I have no clue what I am going to do about that situation. no work is being done yet, it's just sitting in the garage until i make up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I have the weekend off and am really looking forward to just doing nothing!! Not going out or have any desire too either!&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend I am going to PEI. Can't wait for that!!! Well that's my story!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116258872119765120?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116258872119765120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116258872119765120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116258872119765120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116258872119765120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/11/hmm.html' title='Hmm!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116224819453310916</id><published>2006-10-30T18:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T18:43:14.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My spot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/1600/workandrest%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/320/workandrest%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So today was not the best day for me with finding out that I had no water and that we now pay for the water and not the landlord. I needed a break so i went to the one place in this city that I like to go to chill and think! This is a pic of where I chill! I love it! Everyone should have that one place you run to when you need to just be for a while!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116224819453310916?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116224819453310916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116224819453310916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116224819453310916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116224819453310916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-spot.html' title='My spot!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116222587979586358</id><published>2006-10-30T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T12:31:19.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I almost lost my mind!</title><content type='html'>Oh were do i begin? Let's see Saturday night I went out. Had fun. A little too much fun if you ask me. Anyways it was good night. Yesterday I wasn't hung over which i find odd. I was taking panic attacks left and right tho. I thought I was going to be late for work only to find that I wasn't in at 4 I worked at 5. So thought i was over an hour early for work I was still relieved to find I could just chill for a bit. Sundays are our busiest days and in the midst of all the mayhem I had a table who ever so brilliantly walked out on me. 80 bucks gone. Just like that. Assholes. It wasn't like I didn't see them  or ignored them. They were sneaky about it. One person distracted me while the rest ran out. I just about cried.  Thing is people think that the business pays for it. No, no they don't I do. Arrrrgh! Any ways needless to say I didn't make that much money. I do remember what they look like. God help them if I see them again! I spent last night after work having a few drinks and tried to put it all behind me. This is my vent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116222587979586358?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116222587979586358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116222587979586358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116222587979586358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116222587979586358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-almost-lost-my-mind.html' title='I almost lost my mind!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116172676433613058</id><published>2006-10-24T18:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T11:26:21.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/1600/Nightoutandpaintball%20026.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/320/Nightoutandpaintball%20026.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/1600/Nightoutandpaintball%20024.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/320/Nightoutandpaintball%20024.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/1600/Nightoutandpaintball%20025.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/320/Nightoutandpaintball%20025.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top one is  the boys that I was playing with and against.&lt;br /&gt;Middle one is the Married man that this was all for!&lt;br /&gt;The last one is C-mac and his fancy shoes and some ten year olds pants!! Joking they are his pants but man oh man they are small. Who know that later in the game he would shoot me 3 times in the back!!&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast playing with the boys. The three and half hours just few by!! I think i did ok, I was never the first one out and beside the time C-mac got me I was only hit three other times. I really enjoyed it and everything went so smooth. Well besides my mask fogging up and not being able to see half the time! Everyone was having the same problem with their masks, so we were all even. Now I just have to wait and see how long it takes for the welts to go down!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116172676433613058?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116172676433613058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116172676433613058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116172676433613058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116172676433613058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116165246156031219</id><published>2006-10-23T22:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:16:18.316-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Two things completed!!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I did it!!! Just about everyone who was on my contact list got an email from me. Some people I haven't spoken to in years. scary! Where does the time go. Some people I phoned and some I speak to everyday. So if you didn't get an email then I just rescently spoke to you. It took me three days to do this. I got alot of emails back from people so now I just have to keep in contact with everyone and it will all be good!!&lt;br /&gt;Also I went out friday night sober! To the palace at that. I had a good time but danced like a white girl. I just couldn't get into it. but then again I was at the Palace. It's the only place all the drunks I was with wanted to go. So i did something on my list without even knowing it!!&lt;br /&gt;I think I will patt myself on the back for that one.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am going Paintballing with the boys from work. Kinda scared. I am the only girl and you know what boys are like, they are all going to be gunning for me. That's cool tho. I 'm tough, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116165246156031219?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116165246156031219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116165246156031219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116165246156031219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116165246156031219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/10/two-things-completed.html' title='Two things completed!!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116138713826285324</id><published>2006-10-20T20:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T20:32:18.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming a grown up!</title><content type='html'>There is one main thing that I try to deny and not face up to. This would be admitting that I am a grown up.  I want to stay Daddy's little girl but, hell, who am I kidding. I took the biggest step in admitting to myself that it was high time to face facts and start getting my shit in order. Kinda feels nice actually. I right now live the lifestyle of a 22 year old which is fine and fun but I have gone to school and have debts and well in my mind an actual grown-up pays their bills with a bit of savings left in the bank. So things are changing for me. I finally got my shit together. I went to see someone and I will be debt free in 5 years.  Althought some of these changes in my lifestyle may not allow for me to go away in the spring for as long as I wanted but  I have to look at my responsibilities first before the fun. AND This was also on my list of things to do. So I can say I will be ahead of my debt for once!! I think if I can stick to this it will make a world of difference. One step at time is all it takes. Maybe next I will find that career I am looking for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116138713826285324?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116138713826285324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116138713826285324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116138713826285324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116138713826285324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/10/becoming-grown-up.html' title='Becoming a grown up!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116111074603970335</id><published>2006-10-17T15:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T15:45:46.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/1600/wedding%20pics%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/320/wedding%20pics%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/1600/wedding%20pics%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/320/wedding%20pics%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/1600/wedding%20pics%20034.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/320/wedding%20pics%20034.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116111074603970335?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116111074603970335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116111074603970335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116111074603970335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116111074603970335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/10/more-pics.html' title='More Pics!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116110888996729228</id><published>2006-10-17T15:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T15:27:05.083-03:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOOO WEE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/1600/wedding%20pics%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/200/wedding%20pics%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bride and her mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/1600/wedding%20pics%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/200/wedding%20pics%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/1600/wedding%20pics%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/200/wedding%20pics%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/1600/wedding%20pics%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/200/wedding%20pics%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/1600/wedding%20pics%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/200/wedding%20pics%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was the bomb. Anglea was over. SO that was fun all in itself. I purchased the camera . Which i am in love with right now. My buddy dan got married and He and his wife looked amazing. The only downside is that I was suppose to have the whole weekend off and ended up working the whole weekend. Really not happy about that but it's not like i had a choice. Last night I went a friends' house and watched Anchor man and Forrest Gump. It was a perfect end to a great weekend. Here are a few pics from the weekend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116110888996729228?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116110888996729228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116110888996729228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116110888996729228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116110888996729228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/10/whooo-wee.html' title='WHOOO WEE!!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116071956278604457</id><published>2006-10-13T02:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T03:06:02.803-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend is upon us!</title><content type='html'>I don't think I have been this giddy in along time. Angela aka my wife, is coming over tomorrow for the weekend. I haven't hung out with this gal in awhile so I am so delighted to see her.&lt;br /&gt;I am still working like a dog and feeling like there is never going to be an end to it.&lt;br /&gt;I get my new camera tomorrow night. SO excited for that as well.  Oh, and I have even better news, well better for me. I just may have a job in Manchester, england in Feburary. How wicked is that!! Nothing is for certain and I will know more come january but sweet if it works out.&lt;br /&gt;I know I have said this before but I do think this will be my last big weekend out. SO posting again will be lame and filled with nothingness!! The reason that I say this is that I need to smarten up and save money for the spring and the reason for going out this weekend is really for two reasons&lt;br /&gt;1- my good buddy Willis who i love like a brother is getting married this weekend&lt;br /&gt;2- Angela is over so it would be only right to go on a wicked tear with her.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait AND i will have a camera to take pics with. Oh good times are here again!&lt;br /&gt;I am still waiting for something bad to happen cuz today I had two things bad happen and things happen in threes First thing was the wipers on the car decided to stop working in the middle of the crazy rain we had today, so i couldn't drive the car and then after waking from a sweet nap i noticed that my bedroom ceiling was leaking all over my bed. Those I consider bad things nothing else happened yet. Knock on wood but I know it is coming.  Hopefully it won't be anything too bad!! Anyhoos it is late just got home from work so I need some rest so that i can be all good for tomorrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116071956278604457?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116071956278604457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116071956278604457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116071956278604457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116071956278604457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/10/weekend-is-upon-us.html' title='The weekend is upon us!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-116006675803271815</id><published>2006-10-05T13:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T13:45:58.050-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoke to soon.</title><content type='html'>Just when i thought that things were going ok they took a nose dive.  Had a lazy day yesterday and then went to work. First table.... "we are in a hurry so could you put a rush on our food"&lt;br /&gt;I put their order in and doesn't the kitchen screw it up.  I then proceed to drop salsa all over me and in my apron.  First table is all pissy at me for the food taking longer then they wanted it too and I am covered in shit. The night continued to go on like that. Then I had one manager tell me to finish up for 10 30. I was excited to be done from the night I was having. But wait, the other manager decides to throw a hissy fit and tell me that I am not done. He has the final say and I am to stay on and the other girls can go. He then runs to the other manager and tell him that he has the final say and I am staying. This guy was then a huge jerk to me. Slamming my drinks down when i ordered any and kept me on late,  just to make his point known. With this guy there is nothing you can say. IF you say something your a bitch and if you act like everything is fine then he gets a smirky with you. I wasn't the one that said I was done in the first place so I don't know why he took it out on me. I never wanted to quit a job so bad in all my life. ARRGH. Just frustrated now. Then at the end of the night I came home and went to bed. One my way to bed I thought oh crap i left my smokes in the car and thats when i realized that the keys were in the LOCKED car too. So perfect end to a perfect night.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up today tried for 2 hours to get the doors open and then admitted defeat and called a tow company. $45 later the keys are in my hand. Woe is me. I close tonight and am praying that tonight will go a lot better than last night. God help me if it doesn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-116006675803271815?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116006675803271815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=116006675803271815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116006675803271815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/116006675803271815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/10/spoke-to-soon.html' title='Spoke to soon.'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-115997310481171331</id><published>2006-10-04T11:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T11:45:04.853-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive?</title><content type='html'>I think i lost my drive. I don't think that it was ever really there all that strong to begin with!!&lt;br /&gt;I have been working alot and i think that has something to do with it. I wake up everyday thinking what the hell am I doing? This whole getting older and thinking about what to do for the rest of my life is hard!! I shouldn't complain tho, things aren't bad right now. I love the people that i work with. I have some wicked good times with the friends that I have here. I have the freedom to do whatever I want to do.  Everything is ok in my life right now. No drama going on with boys, work or with anything for that matter.  I just put all this pressure on me to find what I am looking for and its hard cuz i don't know what it is that i am looking for.&lt;br /&gt;I think the thing that is bothering me the most is that I have a list of things to do and well I have only done one. Working for 12 days straight really doesn't leave me feeling like trying to do any of them. SO i need to turn over a new leaf. I need to start forcing my self to do them. Then maybe my drive will come back.  that's all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-115997310481171331?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/115997310481171331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=115997310481171331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/115997310481171331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/115997310481171331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/10/drive.html' title='Drive?'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-115981626910069758</id><published>2006-10-02T16:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T16:11:09.130-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing but ranting?</title><content type='html'>SO i really don't have anything to post about just thought i should update for the sake of updating!! I have been working my ass off lately. Today is my first day off in 11 days. Just got my paycheck and well i am kinda dissapointed in it. I worked mostly day shifts so that is only about 3 hours tops a day. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Went out last night with the spragues and had a wicked good time.&lt;br /&gt;Have to go to work today for the hockey pool. Should be fun. Kinda tired from last night but i am sure that i will make out alright. Its not like i'm working just drinking.&lt;br /&gt;No other news really.  haven't really gone out or did anything exciting. Can't complain tho.  No boys , no problems, head is starting to feel like my own. Which is nice.  I have to start getting my shit together so it is nice that i have hit this point. K that's all i have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-115981626910069758?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/115981626910069758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=115981626910069758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/115981626910069758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/115981626910069758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/10/nothing-but-ranting.html' title='Nothing but ranting?'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-115914907615802589</id><published>2006-09-24T22:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T22:51:16.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindness of strangers!</title><content type='html'>This weekend was, well, the best one i have had in forever.  Friday it was a just a good ol night. I was able to see two bands that I have wanted to see in a while. I was more then tipsy tho. Why is it that when you are absolutly loaded and just want the cab to pick you up already it takes forever. Ahh well At least i arrived home safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up saturday morning feeling like ass. Work was busy busy busy and after being out all night i wasn't in the greatest mood to deal with that kind of work day. But it was about to get all so much better. See there is a man that comes into our bar and drinks the same thing everytime and just chats with us girls. I have had many coversations with him since he has been coming into the bar. Well we were having a chat Saturday about how he was going to the Stones concert and the next thing I know he is handing me a Stones ticket.  My response was "Your shitin me. Your not really giving me this ticket?" He replies " I have Vip I tickets so i don't need that one."&lt;br /&gt;I think I screamed jumped and then hugged him. See the week before this we were talking about the Stones I had mentioned that I would love to go see them but couldn't afford it. Typical conversation to have with someone. He said that he knew that I would love to see them so it wouldn't be a waste of a ticket.  I have never had anyone been so nice without expecting something in return.  He said as long as I had fun that was payment back enough. I can't wait to see him to tell him about my night!!&lt;br /&gt;The stones were awesome. So many people there. They played the songs I wanted to hear. I have never been to huge concert like that so I was really like a little kid. I was screaming and dancing and well taking it all in. I absolutely had an amazing time. I went with Sacha and Jill and her family . Sacha has some connections so were all able to sit in the VIP section. So I was in  a pretty sweet spot to see the concert.  Ahh words can't describe the feelings I was feeling. And to think none of this would have happened if it wasn't for the kindness of a stranger!! I feel blessed and lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-115914907615802589?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/115914907615802589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=115914907615802589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/115914907615802589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/115914907615802589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/09/kindness-of-strangers.html' title='Kindness of strangers!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-115893165086874852</id><published>2006-09-22T10:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T10:27:30.886-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick!</title><content type='html'>So since tuesday I have been sick. Didn't work for the last two days. This blows. I work today and I am going to work damn it.&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say I haven't been up to anything. Too much time on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with this .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in order to understand mankind, we have to look at the word itself: "Mankind". Basically, it's made up of two separate words - "mank" and "ind". What do these words mean ? It's a mystery, and that's why so is mankind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-115893165086874852?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/115893165086874852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=115893165086874852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/115893165086874852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/115893165086874852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/09/sick.html' title='Sick!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-115871211041911012</id><published>2006-09-19T21:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:28:30.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ahem!</title><content type='html'>So let's see. My sister crissy moved over. Dogs cats and all. It's starting to be a little hard to get use to all this newness. Is that even a word?&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what have I been doing? Ummm,  nothing.  I got flowers from a boy the other day. First time a guy ever gave me flowers! It was cute, he picked them himself! So what if they look more like weeds, it's the thought that counts. We aren't an item anymore but it was nice just the same to get them, especially since i still have a huge crush on him. It's better off that we aren't anything, I know that.&lt;br /&gt;I went on a date last week. Meh, nothing is going to come of it. I think I am glad to be single. I am finding myself to be a little picky.  I seem to attract guys that are rebounding.  Fine for them but hard on my head! A lesson learned, don't date boys that recently broke up with a girl he was seeing for more then a year.&lt;br /&gt;Went out with the lovely miss sprague last night. It was wicked to see her.  Went and ate sushi. Yumm. Have to do that again for sure.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to see the stones on saturday &lt;em&gt;whooo wee&lt;/em&gt;. I have guitar lessons on friday and am going to see the Novaks and slowcoaster on friday night. This is going to be a sweet weekend. Hopefully i will be feeling up to it all. yesterday I was too sore to go  surfing which sucks because I really wanted to. Instead I just layed on the beach for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Then today I woke up today and felt like a mac truck ran over me. All my muscles are sore and it hurts to walk and lift my arms. I have no clue why I feel this way. I haven't been running in days and haven't been doing anything to make me sore. Work was busy today for lunch so that didn't help.  I am sure it will pass it just sucks for now.&lt;br /&gt;Well this posting is the most jumping around one yet. So I shall just stop now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-115871211041911012?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/115871211041911012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=115871211041911012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/115871211041911012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/115871211041911012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/09/ahem.html' title='ahem!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-115785659430688926</id><published>2006-09-09T23:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T23:49:54.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally  Moved!</title><content type='html'>So I am in my new apartment now. Loving that I am in it and not moving stuff around. Haven't gotten to any things on my list. Gonna have to start that up soon. I have been running alot. So that's good. Went out last night for the first time in oh. almost 6 weeks. Yay for me. I went out hard too. Lots of laughs which is what I needed. Not really much to talk about. You think that there would be but nope. Pretty boring life right now! The moving took up most of  my free time.&lt;br /&gt; My sister is moving over tomorrow so that should be interesting to see how we are going to live together. I am sure everything will be fine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-115785659430688926?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/115785659430688926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=115785659430688926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/115785659430688926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/115785659430688926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/09/finally-moved.html' title='Finally  Moved!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-115654693537169958</id><published>2006-08-25T19:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T20:02:15.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/1600/2006_0818yeah0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7064/659/320/2006_0818yeah0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this the cutest lil fellow you have ever seen!! Just thought I would share this pic. It makes me smile. It's my little newphew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-115654693537169958?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/115654693537169958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=115654693537169958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/115654693537169958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/115654693537169958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/08/isnt-this-cutest-lil-fellow-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-115654241505757364</id><published>2006-08-25T18:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T18:46:55.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'>One thing scratched off the list.</title><content type='html'>So I did it. I accomplished one thing on my list of things to do. Which by the way if you want to see my list I attached a link to it.&lt;br /&gt;I just got home from get this, being in a rock video. Yep. I can honestly say I have done it. Will i do it again, hard to say. It is really hard and long. I got there at 8:30 this morning and was there until 6:30. Long day. Alot of work goes into a video, and they aren't even half done and they are still working on it now.&lt;br /&gt; I thought I was going to be an extra but nope I was one of the main girls. I am not actress and know now that I will never be one. It's hard to act on cue.  Laugh when they say laugh, smile and giggle when they say so. I don't know I think I am way to shy for stuff like that. Anyways I will chaulk it all up to an experience, It was fun, I enjoyed it, wore lots of makeup  and I got four inches cut off my hair. Ekk. I feel so naked.  If I was ever to do anything like this again, I would definitly be an extra. That's my story.&lt;br /&gt;Yay, me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-115654241505757364?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/115654241505757364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=115654241505757364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/115654241505757364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/115654241505757364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-thing-scratched-off-list.html' title='One thing scratched off the list.'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195768.post-115635773686014359</id><published>2006-08-23T15:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T15:28:56.883-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do!</title><content type='html'>ok so for the past little while I have been feeling like I am going nowhere with my life. Why? I have no direction. Not sure what I want to be doing with my life. Every career seems like one that I could do and possibly like doing. This leaves me jumping from one thing to another but at the same time going no futher ahead then from where i started. I am so sick of feeling this way. So I give up. I am just not going to try to think of what I should or want to be doing with my life. Instead I decided that I am going to sit myself down write a list of all the things that I have wanted to do and just do them one by one. I have already started with some things. Like surfing, learning guitar and longboarding.  But there are so many other things that I want to do. I'm not getting any younger so what the hell. It can't hurt. This list is not going to be far fetched, like I am going to rule the world (which would be nice, but not possible), nope it's going to be things that I can actually achieve. Who knows maybe in all the things i am going to do there will be something that snaps and I will finally have direction! That's my story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9195768-115635773686014359?l=flabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/feeds/115635773686014359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9195768&amp;postID=115635773686014359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/115635773686014359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195768/posts/default/115635773686014359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flabo.blogspot.com/2006/08/things-to-do.html' title='Things to do!'/><author><name>Alissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
