<?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-5427177001500596983</id><updated>2011-12-09T07:31:39.752-05:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='animals'/><category term='sleeping pills'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='Sweating'/><category term='phones'/><category term='hurt'/><category term='movies'/><category term='doctors'/><category term='tattoos'/><category term='insomniac'/><category term='gift'/><category term='pissed'/><category term='hyper'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='phone'/><category term='Aniamls'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='lazy'/><category term='Heat'/><category term='job'/><category term='badges'/><category term='shrek'/><category term='neighors'/><category term='pogo'/><category term='internet'/><category term='ill'/><category term='flu'/><category term='v-day'/><category term='pets'/><category term='Work'/><category term='morning'/><category term='cities'/><category term='racing'/><category term='myspace'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='mother'/><category term='attitude'/><category term='bed'/><category term='pogo. club pogo'/><category term='sister'/><category term='neighbors'/><category term='bolt2'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='mad'/><category term='boredom'/><category term='breakfast'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='random'/><category term='headace'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='injury'/><category term='party'/><category term='bored'/><category term='colds'/><category term='theater'/><category term='Air'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='computers'/><category term='relaxing'/><category term='drinking'/><category term='nosy'/><category term='rain'/><category term='day'/><category term='nascar'/><category term='ice'/><category term='people'/><category term='jobs'/><category term='insomnia'/><category term='cold'/><category term='mothers day'/><category term='blah'/><category term='eating'/><category term='chuck e cheese'/><category term='Hot'/><category term='grooming'/><category term='sick'/><category term='cat'/><category term='annoying'/><category term='rambling'/><category term='laryngitis'/><category term='tanning'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='hospital'/><title type='text'>Pretty Imperfect</title><subtitle type='html'>about me, boredom, quiz, random, fanlistings, blog, rants, life, etc....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437936631861709697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p209/vintagehearts7/Avatars/brody01.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427177001500596983.post-4970550366460339033</id><published>2007-06-23T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T11:35:09.540-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>My Tattoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXTu2x4Yqy4/Rn1H47uFGRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pKFCBiH_UkM/s1600-h/mytattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXTu2x4Yqy4/Rn1H47uFGRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pKFCBiH_UkM/s320/mytattoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079294998172997906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have the time to post about my tattoo. I got a black heartagram in the center of my back, close to my neck. It took 2 hours and it didn't hurt. Right now it's really itchy. I gotta go back for a touch up sometime. A friend of mine is the one who did my tattoo. I also took a friend with me and she got Bitch with a purple rose put on her arm. This girl has had 3 kids and said that having kids was no big deal. The guy had just got started with her tattoo (that only took 10 minutes) and she wanted him to stop. She had the B and I on her arm. I had to talk her into letting him finish. She kept saying that she was gonna pass out and everything. But I had forgotten how scared of needles she was. Cause I've known her since I was 7 or 8. And my mom took her one time to get the second holes in her ears and she got one pierced and my mom had to talk her into getting the other one pierced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home and sick today. My sister started out with the cold, then my mom got the cold and now I've got the cold. How wonderful huh? All my friends are already planning my 21st birthday which is July 28th. It's on a Saturday. They're gonna buy an ass load of alcohol and have a party at my house. Which is fine by me. But nobody better drink all the red bull. My stepdad had his birthday party 2 weeks ago. And a friend of mine and me planned on drinking red bull and vodka. I got maybe 2 1/2 red bulls and she got 1 out of 12. Everyone does that to me. They were like yuck and then once I started mixing it and they tasted it and they liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/scroller2.swf?lyricid=2225722&amp;border=2&amp;bordert=80&amp;bgfont=0xC0C0C0&amp;bg=http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/bgpic/bluedisco.jpg&amp;filter=0x000000&amp;filtert=25&amp;txt=0xFFFFFF&amp;fontname=arial&amp;fontsize=11&amp;speed=2" quality="high" width="180" height="210" name="scroll" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/city-of-angels-lyrics-the-distillers.html" title="City Of Angels Lyrics"&gt;City Of Angels Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427177001500596983-4970550366460339033?l=pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/4970550366460339033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427177001500596983&amp;postID=4970550366460339033&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/4970550366460339033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/4970550366460339033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-tattoo.html' title='My Tattoo'/><author><name>Tabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437936631861709697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p209/vintagehearts7/Avatars/brody01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXTu2x4Yqy4/Rn1H47uFGRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pKFCBiH_UkM/s72-c/mytattoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427177001500596983.post-4600318134049357457</id><published>2007-06-02T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T14:49:32.075-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grooming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoying'/><title type='text'>People staying in my house!</title><content type='html'>I'm to my fucking breaking point. There are some people staying in my house and they have been here for 3 days and I don't know how much I can take. Yesterday they invited people to our house and had them in our pool. Nobody asked if they could come or anything. Today my mom and me were grooming my dog and I wanted her to stay here and help me with my dog, but the woman wanted my mom to go with her. Then she was stomping her feet when I was walking by after we had an arguement over her going. She ended up going with the woman. Theres money and meds. missing. And she's got one more fucking time to get an attitude. I'm trying to stay in my room, but fuck this is my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427177001500596983-4600318134049357457?l=pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/4600318134049357457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427177001500596983&amp;postID=4600318134049357457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/4600318134049357457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/4600318134049357457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/2007/06/people-staying-in-my-house.html' title='People staying in my house!'/><author><name>Tabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437936631861709697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p209/vintagehearts7/Avatars/brody01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427177001500596983.post-9062419509452516440</id><published>2007-05-20T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T10:44:27.239-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shrek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neighors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>My neighbors new boyfriend</title><content type='html'>My neighbor whom I dislike has a new boyfriend. And last night they came over to visit. It was about 1am before they left. Which they weren't the only ones who came over, but one person was only here for about 10 minutes. The other left at 11pm. I feel so sorry for that man. He's making plans like being here for my stepdad's birthday party on June the 9th. I'm just thinking to myself that he'll probably be gone before then. That woman tends to go through men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone at my house has went to camden to eat dinner with my stepdad's sister. The woman can't cook. I know I can't cook, but I don't force people to eat my food. But I can say I'm one up on the woman I can make coffee, she can't. Her coffee is like mud. The last time I went over there and didn't eat she told everyone that I'm anorexic. Now I try to avoid seeing her as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to be going to see Shrek the Third with my sister today once she gets back. I was gonna clean my room today, but I'm too lazy to do so. Plus there is no cleanning with Noggles around. He thinks he should help. I was folding clothes last night and he lached on to the shirt I was folding and wouldn't let go. I was so scared that Whiskers and Noggles wouldn't get along, but Whiskers hasn't bother Noggles at all. At times Whiskers seems a little annoyed, but that usually when Noggles is bouncing on his head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427177001500596983-9062419509452516440?l=pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/9062419509452516440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427177001500596983&amp;postID=9062419509452516440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/9062419509452516440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/9062419509452516440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-neighbors-new-boyfriend.html' title='My neighbors new boyfriend'/><author><name>Tabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437936631861709697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p209/vintagehearts7/Avatars/brody01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427177001500596983.post-7301727051337812038</id><published>2007-05-16T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T19:46:49.848-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='badges'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pogo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myspace'/><title type='text'>Why is there nothing to do?</title><content type='html'>It seems like theres nothing to do. I've collected all my badges on Pogo. And I'm too lazy to check and reply to all my messages on myspace. I also have a headache I can't get rid of and I have nothing for it. I'm gonna go find something to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427177001500596983-7301727051337812038?l=pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/7301727051337812038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427177001500596983&amp;postID=7301727051337812038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/7301727051337812038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/7301727051337812038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-is-there-nothing-to-do.html' title='Why is there nothing to do?'/><author><name>Tabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437936631861709697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p209/vintagehearts7/Avatars/brody01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427177001500596983.post-3369908453072892468</id><published>2007-05-15T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T21:07:25.731-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attitude'/><title type='text'>Some people just don't get it...</title><content type='html'>It seems like everyone that my mom knows seem to want money. One woman called my mom this afternoon and told her that she needed a ride back from the hospital and money to get her meds. This is the same woman that has stole from me. Me and her have had a fight on the phone. She called one day and I told her my mom had went to psyhical therapy. She got mad and said that my mom was never home. I got an attitude back with her telling her that my mom had a life. She calls psyhical therapy to talk to my mom. My mom had already left. So she called back with an attitude with me thinking I had lied to her. But my mom had left therapy and went to sit in the car line to pick up my sister. Later on she told my mom that I got an attitude with her and I better not get an attitude with her when she calls. I'm always real short with her if I have to answer the phone. Shes the type of person who keeps calling and calling. I don't understand people like her. Wanting the bum off of other people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427177001500596983-3369908453072892468?l=pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/3369908453072892468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427177001500596983&amp;postID=3369908453072892468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/3369908453072892468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/3369908453072892468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/2007/05/some-people-just-dont-get-it.html' title='Some people just don&apos;t get it...'/><author><name>Tabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437936631861709697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p209/vintagehearts7/Avatars/brody01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427177001500596983.post-6752801260734372526</id><published>2007-05-13T21:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T21:16:58.852-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>Are You a Feminist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 95% Feminist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouafeministquiz/feminist-5.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a total feminist. This doesn't mean you're a man hater (in fact, you may be a man).&lt;br /&gt;You just think that men and women should be treated equally. It's a simple idea but somehow complicated for the world to put into action.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouafeministquiz/"&gt;Are You a Feminist?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427177001500596983-6752801260734372526?l=pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/6752801260734372526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427177001500596983&amp;postID=6752801260734372526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/6752801260734372526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/6752801260734372526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/2007/05/are-you-feminist.html' title='Are You a Feminist?'/><author><name>Tabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437936631861709697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p209/vintagehearts7/Avatars/brody01.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427177001500596983.post-6968266075158709893</id><published>2007-05-13T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T21:18:08.694-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Schnauzer vs. Kittens</title><content type='html'>I learned that Mr. Whiskers does not like Noogles and Gabby. The kittens were out of their pet taxi playing. And Whiskers almost bit Gabby's head off! I don't understand why he would do that. He plays with Blu (one of our other cats) and with my neighbor's cat. He's never tried to hurt them. We put them back in their pet taxi. It's not fair to the kittens that they can't get out and play when Whiskers is inside. None of the other dogs bother the kittens except for Whiskers. I dunno what to do about the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hand is still hurting and I'm still refusing to go to the hospital. My wrist makes a crunching noise when I move it around. I think I'm gonna go find something else to do. I can't take typing with one hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427177001500596983-6968266075158709893?l=pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/6968266075158709893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427177001500596983&amp;postID=6968266075158709893&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/6968266075158709893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/6968266075158709893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/2007/05/schnauzer-vs-kittens.html' title='Schnauzer vs. Kittens'/><author><name>Tabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437936631861709697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p209/vintagehearts7/Avatars/brody01.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427177001500596983.post-649078982624448607</id><published>2007-05-12T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T20:26:39.145-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injury'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nascar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers day'/><title type='text'>Too Damn Long</title><content type='html'>It's been too damn long since my last blog entry. I finally got my computer fixed. Let me do some catching up. My dog Shug had puppies and all of them died. Nobody knows why. Then my grandpa brought both my sister and me 2 kittens from North Carolina. Mine is a boy and his name is Noogles. Noogles is a tabbycat color, but with long fur. He has gray eyes and no tale. Then Gabby his sister has short black and orange fur with gray eyes and no tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was skateboarding in the house and fell. I went to catch myself like a dumbass and hurt my wrist. I dunno if it's broke, but I can barely move it. I haven't been to the doctor yet. I hate doctors. And if I go to the hospital for x-rays tonight every drug addict and drunk will be there. It doesn't help that this weekend is NASCAR racing in Darlington which is almost 10 minutes from Hartsville. There's nothing in Darlington so everyone comes to Hartsville. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're taking my mom out for breakfast in the morning. I'm not a breakfast or morning person so I'm not to thrilled about it. I bought my mom a pair of "I Love Lucy" pjs and a "I Love Lucy" collectors watch for Mother's Day. I'm gonna go now I'm typing with one hand and it's kinda annoying to do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427177001500596983-649078982624448607?l=pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/649078982624448607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427177001500596983&amp;postID=649078982624448607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/649078982624448607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/649078982624448607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/2007/05/too-damn-long.html' title='Too Damn Long'/><author><name>Tabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437936631861709697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p209/vintagehearts7/Avatars/brody01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427177001500596983.post-3234297402442124647</id><published>2007-03-13T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T20:03:44.881-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Air'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniamls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heat'/><title type='text'>Already Hot Out</title><content type='html'>It's not even spring and it's hot out &lt;a href=http://www.thesmilies.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/weather/sun.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's suppose to be in the 80's this weekend. Lucky for us our air condition is broke &lt;a href=http://www.thesmilies.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/mad0214.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. And we have to open the windows and still that doesn't help. When I woke up this morning I was sweating &lt;a href=http://www.thesmilies.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/expressive/hot.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. We got to hurry up and get the air fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucia is wanting me to go back to work for her, but I'm refusing. I mean I love working with the dogs &lt;a href=http://www.thesmilies.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/animal/poodle.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. And we do get a cat &lt;a href=http://www.thesmilies.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/animal0048.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to be groomed. But I can't deal with working for her. All she wants to do is yell at you &lt;a href=http://www.thesmilies.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/fighting0054.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. And shes always changing what she wants you to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427177001500596983-3234297402442124647?l=pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/3234297402442124647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427177001500596983&amp;postID=3234297402442124647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/3234297402442124647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/3234297402442124647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/2007/03/already-hot-out.html' title='Already Hot Out'/><author><name>Tabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437936631861709697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p209/vintagehearts7/Avatars/brody01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427177001500596983.post-5894753312749338002</id><published>2007-03-03T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T22:37:26.505-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laryngitis'/><title type='text'>Had a job. Lost a job.</title><content type='html'>I've had laryngitis all this week and I'm just now getting my voice back. My old boss from the dog groomers called me 2 weeks ago and asked if I wanted my job back. Of course I said yes I was going to be paid more which is always good. She's still crazy as hell. When I first got sick she told me that I need to go to the feed and seed store and buy some penicillin cause all I needed was an antibiotic. Well yeah I did need an antibiotic, but theres two things wrong with what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm highly allergic to penicillin and if I take it I'll die&lt;li&gt;Who the hell buys their antibiotics from a feed and seed store? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if she was trying to kill me or what. When I finally gave in a went to the doctor Thursday he took me out of work for 2 days. She called me Friday morning mad screaming at me about why I wasn't at work. And she knew that I was sick and had a doctors excuse. I don't just go to the doctor unless I'm sick. Mainly cause I can't afford to do that and I just hate going. To make a long story short I lost my job. Which I don't like her and I don't like working for her. My mom has been helping her for the past two days cause she had 15 dogs yesterday and 24 dogs today. And my mom was like I fully understand your problem with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427177001500596983-5894753312749338002?l=pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/5894753312749338002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427177001500596983&amp;postID=5894753312749338002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/5894753312749338002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/5894753312749338002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/2007/03/had-job-lost-job.html' title='Had a job. Lost a job.'/><author><name>Tabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437936631861709697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p209/vintagehearts7/Avatars/brody01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427177001500596983.post-285157770868010780</id><published>2007-02-13T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T21:12:44.106-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='v-day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pogo. club pogo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Avoiding People</title><content type='html'>It started raining &lt;a href=http://www.thesmilies.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/weather/raincloud.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt; around 4:30pm. So I'm stuck in the house. The bad part is I'm trying to avoid someone's phone call &lt;a href=http://www.thesmilies.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/office/telephone.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. This guy George was suppose to call me today and us go hang out. But usually when it's rainy I prefer to stay inside. Don't get me wrong the guy is nice, but I've been in a blah mood all day &lt;a href=http://www.thesmilies.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/sign0159.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for this game on pogo.com to load Panda &lt;a href=http://www.thesmilies.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/animal/panda.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pai Gow Poker. It's taking forever. Down side to having dial up. I don't think there's much of an upside to having dial up except I can miss my phone call &lt;a href=http://www.thesmilies.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/sign0139.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Yes I'm still stuck with dial up and no I haven't got my computer fixed or I would have DSL. I was gonna walk my dog &lt;a href=http://www.thesmilies.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/animal0019.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, but it just started raining &lt;a href=http://www.thesmilies.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/weather/raindrop.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hard. I'll wait a little bit before I walk him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget if I don't do this tomorrow Happy V-day &lt;a href=http://www.thesmilies.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/love0021.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I tend to forget and I still owe some people a Merry Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427177001500596983-285157770868010780?l=pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/285157770868010780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427177001500596983&amp;postID=285157770868010780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/285157770868010780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/285157770868010780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/2007/02/avoiding-people.html' title='Avoiding People'/><author><name>Tabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437936631861709697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p209/vintagehearts7/Avatars/brody01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427177001500596983.post-6881979880340971212</id><published>2007-02-07T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:45:39.259-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colds'/><title type='text'>The Flu</title><content type='html'>I've been sick with the flu &lt;a href=http://www.thesmilies.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/sick0018.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. This is the first time I've gotten out of bed in... (it's been awhile). One minute I'm cold &lt;a href=http://www.thesmilies.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/char1/character0124.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the next I feel like I'm on fire. I think that was the most annoying part. Although I hate being in bed and not feel like doing anything. But I'm starting to feel a little bit better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427177001500596983-6881979880340971212?l=pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/6881979880340971212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427177001500596983&amp;postID=6881979880340971212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/6881979880340971212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/6881979880340971212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/2007/02/flu.html' title='The Flu'/><author><name>Tabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437936631861709697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p209/vintagehearts7/Avatars/brody01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427177001500596983.post-6319978531383200117</id><published>2007-01-29T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T17:32:42.325-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tanning'/><title type='text'>Still not fixed</title><content type='html'>I still haven't got my computer fixed yet. I don't know how much longer I'm gonna take being on Katie's computer. I can't take dial up (Internet). For some reason her computer will not connect to dsl. So I gotta get my PC fixed soon so I can have dsl again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have a new job. There's a new tanning salon opening up and they are looking for helping. I called today about the job and the man told me that I needed to go tomorrow and fill out an application. Hopefully I'll get it. I used to work for my aunt who had a beauty salon and she had tanning beds, so I do have some experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427177001500596983-6319978531383200117?l=pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/6319978531383200117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427177001500596983&amp;postID=6319978531383200117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/6319978531383200117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/6319978531383200117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/2007/01/still-not-fixed.html' title='Still not fixed'/><author><name>Tabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437936631861709697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p209/vintagehearts7/Avatars/brody01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427177001500596983.post-4590120281411681008</id><published>2007-01-24T01:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T21:24:13.605-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neighbors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuck e cheese'/><title type='text'>Katie's 10th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p209/vintagehearts7/My%20Pictures/tabandcarly.jpg" height=5 width=5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home from my sister Katie's 10Th birthday party &lt;a href=http://www.thesmilies.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/party0020.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Her birthday isn't until the 24Th, but there wasn't any school today so she wanted her birthday party to be today. It was at Chuck E. Cheese. One of my sister's friends took a liking to me and I had to play games with her and we even had our picture sketched out. I had to go to Toys 'R' Us to pick up a gift for my mom and I was in charge of taking pictures and chasing kids down when it was time to do something like eat pizza and cake, open gifts, time for the special birthday song and dance. So I have every right to be tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with every child's birthday party there is drama lurking somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where to begin. Lets start with when we thought that the party was screwed up. My mom called this morning to make sure everything was taking care of. The woman my mom talked to told her that she didn't have the party reserved. So my mom's plan was that since we had so many kids coming that she would go buy a cake and then buy 2 large pizzas and token for all the kids that way. We get to Chuck E. Cheese and we find out that the woman my mom talked to earlier was wrong that that everything was setup. Now we have an extra cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving along to the next problem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our neighbor Marie has a 17 year old daughter named Jessica. Jessica is friends with our cousin Beth. Marie also thinks she's friends with my mom. I can't stand Marie nor Jessica and neither came my mom &lt;a href=http://www.thesmilies.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/mad0229.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. (Just helping you understand what's going on better.) Jessica wants Beth to spend another night at her house. Beth told her she couldn't cause she promised Katie that she would go to her party. Jessica asks if she could go to. Beth said that she didn't know what to say and she didn't want to be mean so she told her that she thought that it would be okay. We invited Beth even though she's 17 years old cause she's family and has always went to all of Katie's birthday parties. My mom was pissed when she found out that Jessica was coming to Katie's party. My mom said that a 17 year old girl has no reason to come to a 10 year olds party and it's not like Jessica likes Katie or anything. Jessica has a boyfriend that nobody approves of and my mom was worried that she was going to show up at the party with him. That would be the worst thing that girl would have done. My problem with Jessica is when I first met her my mom made a comment that I was a Yankee and Jessica rolled her eyes at me. She came so close to smacking her that day. She knew to stay away from me at the party. Marie and Jessica both are nothing but trouble-makers. Marie has been trying to get me into trouble for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now they have the music so loud I can hear it in my house. Someone should call the cops on her for disturbing the peace. I know Marie and I know that if I was doing the same thing that she's doing right now she would call the cops on me and be a total bitch. I'm not in a good mood. People like Jessica and Marie irritate me. I'm about to fall asleep &lt;a href=http://www.thesmilies.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/expressive/yawn.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so I'm gonna stop ranting and raving. Oh and my computer is down so I have to use my sister's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427177001500596983-4590120281411681008?l=pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/4590120281411681008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427177001500596983&amp;postID=4590120281411681008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/4590120281411681008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/4590120281411681008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/2007/01/katies-10th-birthday.html' title='Katie&apos;s 10th Birthday'/><author><name>Tabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437936631861709697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p209/vintagehearts7/Avatars/brody01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p209/vintagehearts7/My%20Pictures/th_tabandcarly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427177001500596983.post-7651711134625488891</id><published>2007-01-18T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T18:34:30.643-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nosy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neighbors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><title type='text'>Icy</title><content type='html'>I've been stuck in the house all day. Theres ice everywhere &lt;a href=http://www.thesmilies.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/char1/character0124.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Then my neighbor was bored and walked over to our house. I can't stand the woman or her daughter. I'm stuck in the house with her too. Just fucking wonderful &lt;a href=http://www.thesmilies.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/mad0229.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. She's nosy and calls and ask who is at our house. She once stood outside in the rain and watched me walk my dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427177001500596983-7651711134625488891?l=pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/7651711134625488891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427177001500596983&amp;postID=7651711134625488891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/7651711134625488891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/7651711134625488891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/2007/01/icy.html' title='Icy'/><author><name>Tabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437936631861709697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p209/vintagehearts7/Avatars/brody01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427177001500596983.post-8157410378055053314</id><published>2007-01-17T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:24:51.588-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='badges'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bolt2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hyper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pogo'/><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>It's really cold out &lt;a href=http://www.thesmilies.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/char1/character0080.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I think it's suppose to sleet tonight. I dunno for sure though. I've become addicted to &lt;a href=http://www.pogo.com&gt; club pogo&lt;/a&gt; and badges. I'm currently trying for the Can't Stop The Pop Badge for Poppit. I think I have a total of 15 badges. But I've only been a member of &lt;a href=http://www.pogo.com&gt; club pogo&lt;/a&gt; about a month and a half. I became addicted to getting badges on &lt;a href=http://www.bolt2.com&gt; Bolt2&lt;/a&gt;. And I think I've got like 105 badges on there. I'm in a hyper mood &lt;a href=http://www.thesmilies.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/jumping0015.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at the moment so I'm just rambling on about non important stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427177001500596983-8157410378055053314?l=pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/8157410378055053314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427177001500596983&amp;postID=8157410378055053314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/8157410378055053314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/8157410378055053314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/2007/01/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Tabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437936631861709697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p209/vintagehearts7/Avatars/brody01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427177001500596983.post-3099442625620046279</id><published>2007-01-17T02:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T03:06:31.233-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleeping pills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relaxing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomniac'/><title type='text'>insomnia</title><content type='html'>Yep I'm up, can't sleep. I don't really mind not sleeping. I've tried sleeping pills. And they just make me feel like shit when I wake up. So why take them? I'd rather not sleep. One sleeping pills I noticed was giving me nightmares. Come to find out later on from my doctor that was one of the side effects. My doctor just gave me another sleeping pill to try. Again I just felt bad the next day. Why would I want to take something that's just gonna give me nightmares, make me moody, groggy, and achy? The insomnia comes and goes with me. I can go months with sleeping like a normal person, then all of a sudden I'm an insomniac. I've tried other things besides sleeping pills. Such as no caffeine, relaxing, watching what I ate, etc... Basically I've learned to live with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427177001500596983-3099442625620046279?l=pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/3099442625620046279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427177001500596983&amp;postID=3099442625620046279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/3099442625620046279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427177001500596983/posts/default/3099442625620046279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretty-imperfect.blogspot.com/2007/01/insomnia.html' title='insomnia'/><author><name>Tabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437936631861709697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p209/vintagehearts7/Avatars/brody01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
